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Grandpa discovered editing
Stepparenting isn't going well
When you wake up next to him in the middle of the night
With your head in your hands, you're nothing more than his wife
And when you think about me, all of those years ago...
...You know I hate to say, but I told you so
And if I gave up on being pretty
I wouldn't know how to be alive
Local loser man falls hopelessly for a murderous clown
My take on Joker Junior! Hope you like it!
This just popped into my head!
-Prompt-
Danny is in Gotham, and he had a long day at work and just wants some of his ecto gum. He reaches into his pocket but can't seem to find it.
So, he reaches again, this time that long reaches with the other arm (you know the one you do when something's stuck inside your pocket).
He absolutely doesn't notice when his hand fazes trough him, nor does he noticed that the "gum" he snatched was in fact not gum at all, but the soul of a clown that was sneaking behind a Wayne looking kid. So, he chews and a moment later he spits it out and throws it behind him, feeling remorseful and sorry for himself for eating rotten gum.
The "gum" lands back into the body of the quite shocked Joker. He jumped into the abyss and it spat him out in disgust. Later he will start feeling the same feelings Danny had felt, remorseful and apologetic.
Doctor Harleen Quinzel, because there is no way she is gonna remain Harely Quinn after what she just saw; Stares in horror and shock (and quite frankly an absurd amount of glee and amusement) at the kid who just plucked the Joker soul (because tha ball of shining dark light could only be a soul) chewed it out and quickly spat it back out (quite a lot cleaner, might she add) and threw it away like one of her hyenas after Ivy forced fed them vegetables as punishment for misbehaving.
By god she has a story the people at the bar are not going to belive for a week or so. You didn't need a doctorate to see that what just happened shook the Joker quite a bit. And she didn't even get to use her BATbat, awww....
Meanwhile Danny is completely oblivious to what he just did.
The comedian.
I had a lot more planned for this but the platform I was using kept crashing. Please enjoy and comments are appreciated. Y/n is a journalist who investigates criminals.
Y/n swore he'd leave Gotham one day. Move back to his no name town and leave his journaling career behind. Whether he'd make it back alive was a whole different story. He left work after dark, being behind on a group project. He was required to meet the deadline on time. His boss made it clear that if he failed to do so, it would cost him his job. One y/n couldn't afford to lose. Bidding the janitor farewell as he left. Dreading the walk back to his apartment. The air cold and unwelcoming. It was a short walk but Gotham's reputation wasn't for nothing. It was dangerous even in the day time. And if the wealthiest family in Gotham could be murdered in a back alley, it could be anyone. He kept his head down, hands in his pockets. Avoiding the large groups of men gathering in the street. Whatever they were doing was non of his business. Making his way through the safest route to home. A dingy, poorly lit back alley reeking of piss and week old trash. Quickly dodging the smelly puddles and broken glass, noting the foot steps following him.
Y/n was sweating up a storm knowing he wasn't far from his apartment. He could run but anyone knowing where he lived would invite even more trouble. Taking a deep breath turning to face whoever was following him. His courage died at the sight. He was met with a tall imposing man. His broad shoulders and thick arms showcasing his strong muscles. Black hair greasy and unwashed. But he definitely wasn't the common junkie y/n was used to seeing. The sinking feeling in the pit of Y/n's stomach only grew when the man didn't immediately demand his wallet or even his watch. This wasn't a random mugging. Y/n took a step back, his legs felt like jelly. The stranger rasped out a rough chuckle. The click of the man's pocket knife had y/n turning on his heel and into a dead sprint. It wasn't his first rodeo. He had spent too much of his time running for his life in this awful city. But this was the first time someone targeted him specifically. His wallet yes but never his life. Scrabbling around the corner and towards the front of his apartment complex. The man slid and slammed into a abandoned trash can. He recovered too quickly for y/n comfort but it gave him enough time to book it up the small set of stairs. Y/n ripped the door key from his coat pocket and blindly jammed it into the door.
Looking back at the man who was charging full speed at him. A yelp of fear leaped from his throat as he yanked his key free from the now open door and shot inside. Slamming the door closed behind him the second humanly possible. The automatic lock saving his life. Having no time to relax as a loud bang rang through the quiet building as his attacker slammed against the door. "You can hide in there forever! I'll be waiting! Do you hear me, you crossed the wrong man this time!" Y/n slid down the door frozen in fear as he listened. Panting from sprint. Nausea suddenly hit him like a train holding onto his own knees for dear life waiting for it to pass. A sudden thump near the stairs could have scared him to death if his heart was any weaker. Seeing his floor mate standing by the stairs, a wooden bat clutched tightly in his hand. His brows knitted together and a frown etched into his face. The worried look in his eyes pulled at y/n's heart stings. He would have thought Jack was angry with him if he didn't know any better. He must've woken the poor man slamming the door. His dark brown hair that y/n was used to seeing combed and styled laid flat from sleep. His bangs grown out from the lack of maintenance were brushed away from his face. Dark circles under his eyes induced by stress were exaggerated by his warm green eyes. Neither of them said a word simply waiting. Y/n was the first to interrupt the silence. Rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry about that, I'll be quieter next time." Jack gave him a bewildered look. They had been floor mates for sometime. Though they had never really spoken much besides a greeting in the halls when they passed each other and light conversation in the lobby y/n had developed a childish crush on the man. The straight, married man with a baby on the way. After another moment of silence Jack finally spoke. His curiosity laced with worry. "What was that about?" A simple question but one y/n couldn't answer. Replaying the whole thing over in his head
trying to make sense of it. With heavy sigh he shook his head. "I was just attacked by a man welding a knife." Laughing nervously trying to avoid the gravity of the whole situation. Jack tensed up upon hearing the news. The souring company was enough to get y/n moving. Peeling himself off the floor brushing past Jack with a quiet good night and went straight into his apartment. Tossing his shoes in a corner and flopping onto his uncomfortable bed. Going straight to sleep. Jack followed him up the stairs the bat held loosely in his non dominant hand. Y/n's shoulders slumped and and his head low as he slipped soundlessly into his apartment. Jack stood staring at the door longer then he'd like to admit. He blew his chance to speak with y/n again.
But given the circumstance he doubted much would come from his effort anyways. Jack ran his hand through his hair for the hundredth time that night. He had been going over a overwhelming amount of unpaid bills. His career as comedian was failing miserably. He was struggling with booking but that wasn't the problem, no one laughed. Not once. He needed to find some way to make ends meat. Regardless of how. The following week was quite for Y/n. He would go to work, rush home, eat dinner alone, and sleep. The endless cycle of his life. It wasn't until Saturday when Y/n had come home late again did that change. No sooner did Y/n pop his leftover chicken fried rice in the microwave was there someone knocking on his door. Turning his head towards the noise he face scrunched in confusion. He had no plans and no friends. Who was knocking on his door?
Glancing lovingly at his food before heading for the door. Dodging the squeaky floor boards as he went. Looking through the peephole. And to his surprise and horror it was Jack and he was bleeding. Quickly unlocking multiple locks on his door before swinging it open. As confused as Y/n was he could just leave him to deal with whatever happened by himself. "Go to the bathroom and wait for me." Y/n pointed to his bathroom next to his bedroom. His voice calm but firm. And that's exactly what Jack did. His hands holding his nose as blood seeped through his fingers. Y/n hastily walk into his kitchen grabbing the pair of scissors off the microwave along with a couple soft wash cloths a drawer. With limited space he had to get a bit creative with storage. In the bathroom he saw Jack sitting on his toilet lid looking at the floor.
Turning the sink on hot as he began his inspecting Jack's wounds waiting for the water to heat up. Open cuts and bruising on both his knuckle. A solid bruise on his left cheek and a nasty cut across the bridge of his nose. Y/n grabbed his med kit from under the sink. Checking the water temp before dropping the plug in sink leaving him with a basin of water to work with. Y/n turned to look at Jack meeting his eyes. Taking note of how red they were. Thankfully the wound on his nose had stopped bleeding. Leaving behind a clean cut that would no doubt scar. Nodding to himself as he opened his med kit. He might be a little rusty but he could handle this. First applying the hand sanitizer to prevent cross contamination. Submerging one of the cloths in the sink then ringing the excess "I'm going to be as gentle as I can but this is going to hurt. Hold onto something okay."
He soften his voice trying to be comforting. Jack nodded in return bracing himself. Y/n held onto Jack's jaw to prevent him from moving as he cleaned the blood from his face. Careful around the open wound on his nose. The blood cleaned from his face Y/n noticed how red and warm Jack's cheeks had become. He hoped that it wasn't a fever. Setting the now stained red cloth down, replacing it with the clean one. Soaking up the lukewarm water ringing out the excess. He turned back to his floor mate, knowing the worst part was next. Cleaning the actual cut. "Jack, I need you to close your eyes for me okay. I'll be quick." He listened without question and closed his eyes. But the secoed the cloth made contact with his skin one of Jack's hands shot out grabbing a hold of his hip. The feeling of his thin fingers holding onto him
was kinda cute if he was honest. He was quick to lessen how much he had to irritate the wound. Applying some antiseptic balm to the wound before cutting some self adhering bandage to size. Carefully placing it on the wound. Jack's grip tighten during the bandaging process. "All done." He couldn't help but frown. He felt horrible for causing him more pain.
"I'm going to wash your knuckles and then you can go get changed." Jack answer with a simple okay. Admittedly a little breathless. Y/n let the water out of the sink before flip on the water back on. Grabbing Jack's hands holding them under the lukewarm water washing the blood and grime down the drain. Apologizing for any pain or discomfort was feeling. Applying the balm to his knuckles before grabbing a roll of gauze. Wrapping it around slowly, making sure it wasn't too tight as he went. Trying to ignore the way Jack was looking him. Tying off the last hand with a relieved sigh. It had taken a hour but he was finished. Y/n guided him out of the bathroom and into his bedroom.
Leaving him standing by the bed as he walked to his dresser. Fishing through his shirt until he found one that looked like it would fit. They may share almost identical height Jack was much thinner. The lack of nutrients and proper care was obvious. Grabbing a cream long sleeve and black sweats that hadn't fit in years. Turning to see Jack inspecting his room. It wasn't much to look at really. A stiff mattress and half eaten dresser, small end table and a window that didn't open with a old sheet tacked over it to block out the sun. But it was something. "It's not much but if you're comfortable with it, you can wear these and I'll wash the ones you're wearing." Y/n place the clothes on the bed and walked out. On the hunt for some pain medication.
Jack watched him leave before looking at the clothes. His face still on fire from his own embarrassment. His heart still racing from the bathroom. The gentleness, the feeling of his hands on his skin, the warmth they left behind. Brushing away his thoughts before they had a chance to spiral. He began talking off his shoes sitting them in the same corner as the other ones before talking off his blooded clothes and dressing in the fresh ones. They smelt like Y/n and were decently baggy. But they were comfortable. And after the night he had that's all he could ask for. A knock on the door frame announced y/n's return who was holding up a bottle of ibuprofen and a glass of water. "If you want to, you can stay and watch some TV. Jack stood speechless for a moment. Y/n's smile faded a bit worried he might have overstepped. He quickly added "You don't have to of course." Jack picked up his dirty clothes off the floor before answering. " I'd love to."
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Chapters: 32/32 Fandom: Batman (Movies - Nolan), Suicide Squad (2016), Batman - All Media Types, Gotham (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Joker (DCU)/Harleen Quinzel, Joker (DCU) & Bruce Wayne, Joker/Harley Quinn Characters: Joker (DCU), Harleen Quinzel, Edward Nygma, Pamela Isley, Bruce Wayne, Jim Gordon, Harvey Bullock, Hugo Strange Additional Tags: Memory Loss, Canon-Typical Violence, Abusive Relationships, Joker (DCU)'s Name is Jack, Blood and Violence, Amnesia, Minor Pamela Isley/Harleen Quinzel Summary:
Jack Napier was a nobody. A nobody without friends, without a family and most importantly, without memories. His life began four months ago when he woke up at the Gotham General. Alone. Nobody seemed to be looking for him and nobody seemed to miss him. But if so, then why did he have the recurring dream of a blonde beauty? And where did the voice come from? The voice in his head that longed for blood.
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Rogue Files: Selina's Friends
At Selina's penthouse a party ensued and Selina watched on from the sidelines as her friends partied. The house was filled with drunk neighbors and Arkham Inmates. Hundreds of cats ran wildly around the house and hundreds of Penguins waddled everywhere. In the chaos, there was a cage hanging from the living room ceiling over a cauldron full of some green bubbling liquid. Inside the cage was Pam who had her hands gripped around the bars screaming profanities at Riddler and Joker as she got lowerd down toward the cauldron. Eddie and Jack had there elbows interlocked dancing around in circles singing "Ding-dong, the witch is dead! Which old witch! The wicked witch! Ding-dong, the wicked witch is dead" and taunting Ivy. Harley was nealing only a foot away, begging Joker and Riddler to let Pam go. Mad Hatter stood on the opposite side of the cauldron stomping his foot clapping his hands and swinging his head to the tune. The Scarecrow was reading a book in the armchair shaking his head at the shenanigans, pretending to ignore them but secretly paying close attention enjoying the fearful look on Harley's face. Babydoll was skipping around the room spinning Riddlers cane (which he let her borrow). Killer Croc was sprawled out under the sky light sleeping while The Eraser drew on his face with a sharpie. Penguin was sitting on the couch while Killer Moth Swooped in from the sky to tap Oswalt on the head which resulted in the bird man swinging his head around trying to see who had touched him but didn't see anyone. Crazy Quilt was running hundreds of bright party lights. Kirk Langstum sat in the corner of the kitchen clutching his legs rocking back and forth mumbling somthing about his inner beast. Firefly was playing with fireworks out on the balcony. Mr Freeze sat out on the balcony and watched the fire works. Victor was wearing a tropical button up over his temperature controlled suit and a photo of his wife in his hand. Black Mask and Twoface were brawling near the door way. Bane was passed out drunk on the dinning room table with his teddy bear in one hand and a bottle in the other. Sweet Tooth was on the dance floor spinning in circles like some kind of sugar powered tornado around Ventriloquist and Scarface who were arguing. A cackling Anarchy was toppling furniture. Electrocutioner was playing on the pinball machine that was located next to the closet. Quiz was crouched behind the couch poking her head out to spi on Eddie. She kept whispering about how great Riddler was. Music Miester was behind the DJ stand playing loud music. The Carpenter was raiding the buffet table while Proffesor Pyg was in the kitchen cooking more food. Query and Echo had gone to get more cups an hour ago their still in the closet and somthing keeps banging aginst the door. Kiteman flew around the room throwing water balloons at people. Bud and Lou sat next to Talia al Ghul demanding love and attention from the assassin. Clayface had turned himself into a catbed and had several cats laying on his head. Cat Man was swinging from the chandelier. Selina looked around at the chaos happening around her home and she wondered why she hung out with these nut cases? It was because she was just as crazy as they were(It's just no court has been able able to prove it yet). These people were her coworkers friends and most of all her family. They welcomed her into their little dysfunctional family and gave her a place to belong. Selina was awoken from her thoughts by Ivy screaming the cage was open and Ivy was chasing Joker around the room. Harley was now begging Ivy not to kill Joker while Riddler stood there laughing at his friends misfortune. Just then the door swung open and Hush walked in. Edward stopped laughing and grabbed his cane From Dahl. Selina could tell this was going to be a long night.
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Summary - Penelope Miller works at a florist shop in Gotham, barely getting by in the corrupted city. Her life is shrouded by trauma and judgement with little light to find her way with. However, when a certain painted face starts making himself known to her, things take a turn.
Warning - This chapter contains smut but can be read without it. Smut will start after the second banner. MDNI/NSFW!
The smell of iron filled her lungs, the blood stuck to her face invading her senses as the man now lay still on the floor below her. With a crazed look in her eye, she kicked away the arm that was now detached, heavy as it slid across the stained floor.
She began to breathe heavily, unable to decipher whether or not she had really done it. But the smell alone brought her to the reality of the situation.
As the men began to pick up what was left of the body, she began to smile, then it turned into a chaotic giggle. She turned to face the Joker and it immediately dropped.
He stared at her with such an intensity that turned her to stone, eyes somehow darker than they ever were. Her lips parted in a silent question, worried about whether or not she overstepped.
She heard the doors shut behind her and suddenly, in a few large strides, he approached her and aggressively pulled her into him. His lips crashed down onto her own blood stained ones, not possibly caring less in that moment as he practically suffocated her.
At first she was stiff, baffled by his sudden behavior that seemed completely out of character for him.
Then she finally let go and accepted it.
Her arm reached up around his neck, reciprocating the affection with equal intensity. Nothing was held back by either of them, his hands wandering over her figure as she kept her own planted, choosing to focus on the sensation of his scarred lips.
She sighed once he pulled away, eye slowly opening to gaze into the hazel gems before her.
“J?” Penelope whispered, the nickname slipping out without a second thought. His expression faltered when it reached his ears, but their usual spark soon followed after.
He didn’t correct her. He didn’t snap. Instead, a low chuckle rumbled from his throat, rolling into a sharp, sinister laugh that echoed off of the concrete walls. His gloved fingers came up to her face, tracing the scarred side with surprising gentleness, his grin stretching impossibly wide.
“Well, well, well,” He rasped, voice dripping with twisted delight. “Look who’s getting familiar now, hm?”
Penelope tensed but didn’t pull away. There was something unsettling in his gaze, a wildness dancing just beneath the surface. Yet there was a strange acceptance, too. As if she’d unlocked a piece of him. Something private. Dangerous.
“Ya know, doll,” He cooed, the nickname rolling off his tongue mockingly, yet with a hint of genuine fondness. “Most people aren’t brave enough to give me nicknames.” He licked at his lips. “Ya might want to be careful, though,” He leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear. “Calling me that? That’s… close. And close gets people hurt.”
His fingers dropped from her face, drifting lazily down to her shoulder, lingering on the edge of her missing arm.
He pulled back just enough to meet her gaze again, those crazed eyes searching hers, trying to see if she’d flinch. But Penelope held her ground, her heart racing, something in her stirring. A newfound sense of chaos, creeping up, waking.
“I’ll take my chances,” She whispered, her voice steady despite the flutter of fear and excitement in her chest.
The Joker’s smile returned, wider than ever. He threw his head back and laughed, a sound that sent chills down her spine.
-
When she entered her apartment, she ignored the presence she knew would already be there, prioritizing a shower to get the now dried and crusted blood off of her. His questions of concern were muffled as she mindlessly wandered to her bedroom to pick out her pajamas.
“Penelope!” Liam finally yelled, gripping firmly onto her shoulders and turning her to face him. For once, he was truly speechless. Unable to hide his worry for what inevitably came to be his best friend, brow furrowed.
“I’m fine, Liam.” She offered a genuine smile, resting her hand over one of his own. She brushed past him towards the bathroom to turn on the shower and closed the door.
Questions flooded in his mind as he impatiently waited on the couch, the TV now completely blocked out. His leg bounced anxiously, biting at his nails. He practically jumped out of his skin when the door opened and she walked in, acting as if nothing even happened.
She searched through her cupboards for something, plastic crinkling in her hands as she opened a pack of popcorn and popped it into the microwave.
“Penny?” Liam cautiously called to her. She simply hummed in response. He stood and gradually made his way over to her. “Did he hurt ye?”
“Quite the opposite.” Penelope answered casually, unloading the dishwasher as she spoke.
“Penny. Ye know ye can trust me.”
“I killed a man, Liam!” She finally blurted out as she whipped to face him. “He found the man that caused this,” She motioned to her deformed body. “And I killed him.”
The two of them stood silently, searching the other for any sign of distrust or betrayal. While she overthought his reaction, Liam had assumed it was only a matter of time before it happened. As soon as the Joker made himself known to her, he knew it was over.
“The scary part isn’t even that I did it. It’s that I enjoyed it. I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to. Not after what he did to me, Liam.” Her voice began to break, lip beginning to tremble. “Not after…” She sniffed and wrapped her arm around his torso, relieved that his warm comfort was provided without a moment’s hesitation.
He gently hushed her, cradling her head while his other hand’s thumb caressed her back. “It’s alright, lovin’.” He whispered.
Liam pulled away, hands gently taking hold of her face to look at him.
“There is nothin’ wrong with ye. Nothin’ wrong with what happened, ye understand? He got what he deserved, yeah?”
Penelope nodded as he wiped away her tears, grabbing the popcorn from the microwave before leading them to the couch. She wrapped herself in a blanket, opening the bag and nibbling on a small handful.
“Did he scream?” He asked in a joking tone once she calmed down more. To his relief, she giggled.
“Like a pussy.”
-
The flower shop was quiet, the soft scent of roses and lilies filling the air as Emma arranged a bouquet of daisies behind the counter. The bell over the door jingled softly as Penelope stepped inside, her movements slow and careful. Emma’s eyes lifted to greet her, but the smile faded slightly when she saw Penelope’s face—pale, drawn, and distant.
“Hey, hun,” Emma called gently, setting the flowers aside. “Everything okay?”
Penelope gave a half-smile, but it didn’t reach her eye. “Yeah, just couldn’t sleep.”
Emma frowned, watching her carefully. She knew Penelope had been through a lot, but lately, something had shifted. The girl had always been quiet, but now there was a tension beneath the surface, as if she were on edge, waiting for something. Emma noticed the slight twitch in Penelope’s remaining hand, her fingers trembling for a moment before she shoved them into her pocket.
“I’m gonna go handle the new shipment.” Penelope asked, her voice strained.
Emma nodded slowly but kept her eyes on her as she made her way to the door leading into the back room. “Of course, sweetheart. You sure you’re feeling alright, though? You’ve been… distant lately.”
Penelope stiffened, her back to Emma as she began unpacking a box of tulips. “I’m fine.” She said quickly. Too quickly.
Emma bit her lip, the maternal instinct in her stirring. She walked over, placing a hand on Penelope’s shoulder. “Look, I know things have been hard for you, but if something’s wrong… you can talk to me. You know that, right?”
Penelope flinched at the touch, though she tried to hide it with a small shrug. “I know. But really, it’s nothing. I’m just tired.”
Emma’s brows furrowed. She didn’t believe that for a second. There was a darkness in Penelope’s expression, something haunted and restless. Emma had seen it before in people who were hiding something, something dangerous. She couldn’t help but feel a knot of worry tighten in her chest.
“I just want to make sure you’re safe, Penelope,” Emma said softly. “You’ve been acting off. And it scares me.”
Penelope hesitated, her fingers gripping the edge of the box. “I’m fine, Emma.”
But Emma wasn’t convinced. Her heart ached as she watched her, knowing that whatever it was, Penelope was shutting her out.
“I’m here if you need me,” Emma said quietly, retreating back to the counter. “Just… don’t push yourself too hard, okay?”
Penelope nodded, but Emma could see the flicker of guilt in her eye before she turned away.
A little while passed and eventually it was close to closing. Penelope sat behind the counter scribbling away in her journal, however more aggressive than usual. The door chimed as it opened, a sigh of relief falling from her lips when she saw it was only Liam. And it didn’t go unnoticed by Emma.
“Ey there, Penny.” He greeted, giving a simple nod to Emma as he charismatically leaned on the counter in front of the former. “Day treatin’ ye right?” Penelope shrugged. Emma decided to disappear into the back, but took care to listen in on their conversation.
“As much as it can, I suppose.”
“Ye still up fer the range?” He asked, concerned about whether she was too tired or overwhelmed.
“Yeah, I’ll be okay. Don’t think I’ll be up for being there as long, though.”
“No worries about that, I figured as much.” He glanced over at the clock and Penelope did the same, packing up her things to leave. She walked over to the back room and leaned in the doorway.
“I’m heading out, Emma. Text me if you need anything, okay?” The brunette gave an appreciative smile.
“I will. You take care now, okay? Be safe.”
“You too.” Penelope offered a smile of her own before meeting Liam at the door to leave.
The range was rather large, hidden away in the outskirts which she appreciated. With how big it was, she was surprised that they were the only ones there besides the owner at the front.
They stood in a separate room where the actual range was, handguns aimed down range and firing. After finishing an iteration they took their ear covers off, the pressure of them irritating her head.
“She doesn’t know about what ye’ve been up to, does she?” Liam suddenly asked, catching her off guard. Penelope hesitated before answering.
“No.” Liam leaned against the nearby wall, eyeing her.
“I’d be careful about her if I were ye.”
“Why’s that? She doesn’t know, and it’s going to stay that way so long as I can help it.” Penelope readied her gun for the next iteration, then set it back down carefully.
“Ye see, that’s the thing. Ye don’t trust her enough to tell her. And that says a lot. Ye told me and yet ye’ve barely known me for half as long.”
Liam pushed himself off of the wall and began making his way towards her.
“Ye don’t trust her as much as he think ye do, Penny. She may be a friend, but she’s not loyal. The second she gets even a hint of what yer up to, she’s gonna get curious and try to find out more, and when she does, she’s goin’ straight to the cops.”
“She wouldn’t do that to me -“
“But she would.” Liam spoke sternly, urging her to believe him. “I’ve dealt with plenty of her kind and it never ended well. Even just today, I saw the way she was eyein’ us. She’s already suspicious.”
Liam raised his hands to rest on her shoulders.
“Ye need to be careful around her. I know it’s hard, she’s yer friend, I get it. I do. But I’m speakin’ from experience. As much as it hurts to hear, ye can’t trust her.”
Penelope cast her gaze downwards, struggling to take in all that she was being told.
“Come on. Let’s keep goin’.” He nodded towards the targets in front of them, taking notice of the turmoil going on in her head.
As always, he walked her to her apartment when finished. Both because he was right down the hall and it was just the right thing to do. But just before she opened her door, he stopped her.
“Just think about what I said, yeah? I’m tryin’ to keep ye safe.” Penelope paused, thinking. Then she finally nodded and Liam smiled at her, patting her shoulder before walking to his apartment.
Penelope turned back to her door and opened it, a familiar smell reaching her nose making her sigh as the door softly clicked shut behind her. She looked over at her couch where the notorious clown-like man sat comfortably. He lounged back like he belonged there, flipping through channels with an air of indifference, his lips twisted into that familiar, unsettling grin.
Her heart raced. She didn’t know what to feel. Fear, confusion, curiosity? The same mixture of emotions had been bubbling inside her since that night. The night she’d felt his lips on hers, tasted the madness, and the thrill of what she’d done. The blood on her hands still felt so fresh.
“You’re here.” Penelope finally said, breaking the silence, her voice hoarse but steady.
Joker didn’t look away from the screen, but his grin widened. “Where else would I be?”
She swallowed hard, moving slowly towards the couch, her eyes never leaving him. “I don’t know… plotting, terrorizing people. Laughing at something burning, maybe?”
He chuckled, the sound low and dark, and patted the seat next to him. “Sheesh, can’t a guy just catch a break sometimes? Hm?” He jested, eyes still fixated on the TV. “Sit down, toots, we’re watching a comedy.”
She hesitated, glancing at the TV. Some mindless sitcom played, laugh tracks echoing. She took a seat, keeping her distance but not too far. The cushion sagged slightly under her, and she found herself staring at him, trying to read something - anything - in his chaotic, unpredictable eyes.
“What’s so funny about this?” She asked, her voice soft, unsure whether she meant the show or their entire situation.
Joker’s eyes slid over to her, sharp and amused. “Oh, nothing about the show. It’s the idea of it. People trapped in their boring little lives, pretending everything’s fine.” He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “It’s hilarious, don’t ya think?”
Penelope’s gaze shifted from the TV to him, searching his face. She couldn’t understand how he saw the world. He terrified her, fascinated her, made her want to crawl away and stay close all at once. Her fingers traced the edge of the cushion nervously. “How do you live like this?”
“Like what?” He asked flatly, his eyes glinting as if her question was a challenge.
“Like…” She struggled for the right words. “Without… rules. Without a plan. Just… chaos.”
He laughed, leaning back, stretching his arms over the back of the couch, his fingers brushing her shoulder. “Well, I wouldn’t say I live in chaos.” His voice was soft now, almost soothing, but there was still a biting tone to it. “Yeah, I cause chaos. But live in freedom. Freedom from their rules. Their endless nagging, the ‘don’t do this, do this’, ya see? You’ve tasted it, haven’t you? The freedom. The power.”
Penelope tensed, the memory of that night creeping back in. The rush of adrenaline, the way her hands had trembled… then steadied. “That’s freedom…?” She whispered.
Joker’s grin faltered for just a second, and he tilted his head, watching her closely. “You did what you wanted to do. Without worrying about consequences. Their consequences. The consequences of everyone trying to control you and be someone that you’re not.”
She bit her lip, looking down at her lap. “How can I be sure there won’t be consequences?”
“You’re lookin’ at it, toots.” Joker said, his tone playful but condescending. “You can choose to pretend everything’s fine, just like everyone else. Go back to being quiet, timid little Penelope. Or…” He leaned in close. “You can be free.”
Her pulse quickened, and she turned to face him, searching his eyes.“Why do you want me to change?” She asked finally, her voice quiet.
Joker’s gaze softened, just for a moment, as if he was considering her question seriously. “I don’t want you to change. I want you to stop pretending. I see potential. Potential that is greater than you’d ever know. And I finally got a taste of it. And so did you. The real question is…” He shifted his body to face her. “Can you live with it? Because once you go down this road, doll, there’s no turning back. Your cute little world will not be there for you anymore. It’ll show its true colors. You’ll see. And once you do?” He threw her a look with an accompanied gesture. “I can guarantee you won’t want to go back.”
Penelope wasn’t sure what to do, what to think. She couldn’t help but believe him. Everything he said had some resemblance of truth. Was the freedom truly worth it? Was it worth throwing everything away? Emma? Liam? If the way she felt that night at the warehouse was only a taste of it, she could only imagine how she would feel if she just completely let go.
She was sure Liam would understand, he was supportive of her every step of the way. No matter if it was morally questionable.
But Emma?
Penelope thought about what Liam had told her. Emma was a close friend. A mother figure, even. But she couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe Liam was right about her. She kept telling herself that she never told Emma any of what was happening for her protection, but could she have just been lying to herself to prevent her own guilt? Did she truly trust Emma, or did she just cling to the brunette for lack of options?
A tear trickled its way down her cheek, not even noticing beforehand as she was lost in thought. She looked Joker in the eye and spoke with a trembling voice.
“I don’t want to live like this anymore…” Penelope shook her head. “I’m tired of feeling stuck.” She noticed a subtle shift in his expression, hardened. He suddenly rose to his feet with newfound determination.
“Get up.” He demanded, catching her by surprise. After a moment, she stood and he grabbed her wrist, pulling her into the bathroom and facing her towards the mirror. “Ya want to stop living by their rules, hm?” Penelope nodded in desperation. “Take off the bandages.”
Her eye widened in disbelief, breathing halted. He stepped closer to her, his warmth pressed against her.
“Break their norm. Show them you’re not theirs to control anymore. Stop trying to be like them.” He leaned in next to her ear. “Send a message.”
Penelope took a shaky breath, meeting Joker’s eye through the mirror. Her heart raced, blood rushing in her ears as her hand fought to leave her side. Slowly but surely, it raised. Her hands caressed the edge of her bandages, toying with the fabric until she finally began to pull them off with care.
She refused to look at herself, tears now streaming down her cheek as a sob left her lips. She felt cool leather grip her jaw, forcing her to look at her reflection in the mirror.
The sight seemed foreign to her no matter how many times she took them off. The texture was soft, yet uneven. It was finally healed with skin covering where her eye should have been.
“Now that… is a doll.”
His knuckles caressed down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. The tickling sensation caught her breath, head leaning back against him. This enigmatic man made her feel alive, made her want to embrace the freedom he spoke of as his hands slid down her slim figure, igniting something within her.
"There ya go." Joker whispered, his breath hot against her ear.
Penelope's gaze fell on her exposed scars, and for the first time, she felt truly wanted. She felt beautiful.
"Now how about that freedom?" He growled, hands slipping under her shirt and caressing her soft skin. As his skilled fingers found her hardened nipples, Penelope's breath hitched. His marred lips mixed with her own textured neck, covering it with nips and licks as he practically worshiped her scars. She wanted this man, wanted to feel his touch. She yearned to explore this new, uninhibited side of herself that he was awakening.
Joker’s hands then lifted her shirt, pulling it off over her head and soaking in the sight of her with a heated gaze.
More scars littered her left side, similar to what was on her face. He felt her begin the retreat, but his hands quickly snatched her wrists to keep her where she was. “None of that. Got it?” He threatened and she nodded in response.
He then unclasped her bra and tossed it away, hands moving to cup and toy at her breasts. One hand began to travel lower, unbuttoning her pants and sliding them down her slender legs. Once she stepped out of them he turned her around to face him and pushed her until she was leaning against the bathroom counter. Her legs opened, inviting him to stand in between them. One of his thighs pressed against her radiating core, flexing his muscle until her head leaned back with a sigh.
He released a feral growl and reached around to the back of her head, pulling her into him so their lips clashed against each other. The kiss was rough and full of need, Penelope lightly moaning into it as she ground herself against his thigh for some much needed relief.
“Yeah? Ya like that?” Joker taunted before snatching her thighs and setting her on top of the empty space of the counter. “C’mere.” He dropped to his knees, his hands pulling down her panties and spreading her pussy lips, revealing her glistening, swollen clit. He inhaled her scent, a mix of desire and her unique musk, before plunging his tongue deep inside her, making her gasp and grip the edge of the counter.
Joker’s tongue was a skilled weapon, licking and sucking at her clit, sending waves of pleasure through Penelope's body. He teased her entrance, dipping his tongue just inside before pulling away, only to return with renewed fervor.
"J -" Penelope moaned, her head thrown back. "Please, don’t stop."
Joker hummed, the vibrations sending shivers through Penelope. “Dangerous thing to beg me like that, doll.”
He warned before he continued his oral assault, bringing her closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. Just as she was about to climax, he pulled away, leaving her breathless and desperate.
"Thought it’d be that easy, hm?" He said, standing.
Penelope, wild with desire, reached for Joker’s trousers, undoing them with tremulous fingers. Once unbuttoned, her hand tremulously reached inside to grasp his hardened cock, pulling it free from its confines.
Joker’s cock was thick, the head glistening with pre-cum as she stroked it, her touch tentative yet eager. "Like whatcha see?" He asked, his voice hoarse with desire.
Penelope nodded, her eye never leaving his cock as she continued to stroke it, marveling at the power she held in her hands. "Please, J…" She whispered, her voice thick with need.
He didn't need to be asked twice.
He gripped onto her hip tightly, spreading her legs wide as he positioned himself at her entrance.
“Now what’d I say about begging?” With one smooth thrust, he filled her, his cock stretching her pussy as he slid deep inside.
Penelope cried out, her body welcoming the invasion, her pussy clenching around his cock as he began to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm. He leaned forward, his lips finding hers in a hungry kiss.
Joker’s hands gripped her thighs, spreading her wider as he pounded into her, his cock hitting her sweet spot with each thrust. Penelope's body trembled, her orgasm building with each delicious stroke.
"That’s it," He growled against her lips. "There ya go, toots. Come on, show me how much you want it.”
His words were like a trigger, and Penelope's body exploded in a cascade of pleasure. She cried out, her pussy clenching around Joker’s cock as waves of ecstasy washed over her. He followed her over the edge, his cock throbbing as he emptied his load deep inside her, filling her with his hot cum.
As their heart rates slowed and their breathing returned to normal, Joker leaned back, watching as one of his hands ran over her scarred body. When their eyes met, Penelope smiled. Eye sparkling with newfound confidence.