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Requested by anon <3 Prompt:  Imagine. Reader is the daughter of Harley Quinn and the joker and she gets cat called by a group of boys right in front of her parents

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Sure, maybe your outfit was a bit too revealing, but who was Harley to control your youth?! And sure, maybe your dad didn’t approve to such attire, but he has done worse things than wear a skirt that’s just a bit too short. That didn’t excuse he fact that some men In Gotham streets were absolute lowlifes who couldn’t help but whistle and ask you for a smile as you walked with your parents.

Instead of throwing them a glare, like most girls did, you tried to ignore the sudden tension that spiked from the Joker as he was about to retort. Harley frowned, also about to give those pigs a piece of her mind but you beat both of them to it. Abruptly, you stopped, a sweet smile stretching on your cherry colored lips as you swiftly took out your pistol and pointed it straight at that asshole forehead, “Say it again.” You cooed, watching as his expression morphed into horror, “C'mon,” You clapped your lashes, “call me doll face again.” You pressed the gun to his forehead, feeling him shiver. You pulled the safety down. The man stuttered, his eyes frantically shooting to his friends who have scrambled away as soon as you took out your firearm.

The Joker grinned at Harley, “That’s our babygirl.” He said, turning to look at you, “Pull the trigger.”

A loud bang echoed in the half empty street.

Requests are opened!

Part 2 of kidnapped

mentions: Slight smut, torture, swearing

inspiration came from Sansa Stark and Ramsy Bolton Death scene.

He watched the man tortured his queen for two fucking hours before any of his men for her. His anger grew more and more, “Boss we found her.” Was all he heard before heading to his toy room and he was going to save his queen and behead a peasant.

The pain was unbearable, every cell in her body screamed as the man laughed at her pain. “And so the queen becomes the peasant-,” he mocked (y/n) as he smacked her across the cheek. She could taste the blood in her mouth as she laughed looking up at him. “Death by the Queen of Gotham, that’s how your gonna die.” She growled at him before he pressed the button, (y/n) let out an inhuman screech slumming down the chair gasping. “I’m going to kill you.” She muttered before shots ranged from outside, the man took off running away from through a door, the shots rang closer and closer until the handle began to wiggle. A blast erupted as J ran through the smoke, “J”, she let out a small gasp before becoming unconscious.

“Bring him to my toy room.”, J growled as everyone waited for the queen to make her entrance; the moment she walked in the room fell silent. She reminded him of a phoenix rising from the ashes, (y/n) wore a short pastel pink dress that hugged her body just right and as she walked across the marble floor everyone stared. “And the Queen returns,” J announced, looking at her the way every girl should be looked at, insane or not, (y/n) on the other hand looked down at the man as he struggled against the ropes. “Look at me- “she growled pulling his face upwards, she looked bloodthirsty and deranged as she continued, “when you kidnapped me you tied me to an electric chair since I’m nicer than my puddin’ I gave you a plastic one.” She laughed, everyone around her didn’t utter a word, some because of fear and others in astonishment. She began to punch the man until everyone heard a loud crack, “I just broke you nose baby, but that’s not I’m gonna do to you.” She laughed her dress, her laugh, the way she began to pick up his toy, god it drove him crazy as J began to feel his pants tighten around him. Everyone continued to watch her walk over to a tray filled with J’s toys, picking up a small blade dragging the blade across his skin, blood dripped from his mouth and nose as she looked down at him. “Do you like dogs?” she asked him, placing the knife back as she cleaned her hands with a hanker chip, “I have one, he’s a Caucasian ovchark their sooooo pretty. I have one his name is Dauphin. Its French for the son of the king.” Her voice was sickly sweet walking up to J she kissed him biting his lip hard enough to draw blood, “their Russian guard dogs, deathly loyal to their masters and best of all they’re amazing hunters. They are even known to hunt bear.” She walked towards him, he almost didn’t hear claws tap against the marble floor as Frost brought a large dog. It ran towards (y/n) before sitting right in front of the couple, “my baby- “she cooed petting him as everyone began to walk out of the door. The man began to scream against his restraints as she bent over whispering in his ear. “you want to kidnap me, torture me, threaten me. I’m the queen of Gotham and no one disrespects me.” As she began to walk away Dauphin began to circle him staring him down, “yest’” her voice rang out before closing the door.

The pair began walking out of the west side of the mansion, not even a second before (y/n) closed the door J pinned her against the wall, “I’m sorry”. He apologized, this surprised you since you didn’t really think he could, but you didn’t push it further. (y/n) looked up at him, her big (y/c/e) eyes stared up at him in mischief, “show me, Daddy, how much you missed me.” Her voice was low as she leaned against the wall, he didn’t need to be told twice as he picked her up wrapping her legs around his hips. Their lips never separated as he walked over to their bed, dropping her in the process. She let out a gasp as J ripped her dress in two, looking down at the beauty in front of him causing him he purr, “Fuck Doll, you didn’t wear anything underneath.” The purr drove her crazy as his hands creased her cheek, decide to tease him she began to suck on his thumb smirking up at him. This made him crazy, “D-d-daddy.” She whimpered, he began sucking on her sweet spot as his hand teased her core. “Fuck doll.” He whispered as he began to take his pants off, (y/n) flipped them both over as she began to straddle him ripping open his shirt and began to message him with one hand. God, he missed his queen, he missed every inch of her.

yest - Russian for eat

10. I might have had a few shots 22.That’s irrational 3.I’m not jealous

Y/N had gone to one of J’s clubs when she got a phone call. She left an important file she was suppose to look over during the weekend at her work. Shifting on J’s lap, she turned to look at him.

“J? I need to pick up something from work. I’ll be back in thirty minutes.” When she turned to walk away, J grabbed her arm.

“Stay here with Daddy, you can get it when you go back next time.”

“I need to work on it over the weekend.” J frowns.

“Says who?” She can hear in his tone of voice that he would be glad to kill the person who takes his girl away from him. Giving him a kiss on the nose, which he growls at, she walks out of the club. She feels his eyes on her the whole way, loving his protectiveness over her.

When she gets back, she immediately notices something is wrong. There’s no music coming from the club, and it seems deserted. Panic hits her and she starts wondering if something has happened to J. Without thinking, she runs up to the club in her heels, falling a few times. She sighs in relief when she notices Frost coming out of the club. He gives her a small smile, even though it looks strained and forced.

“Boss is inside.” She sends him a confused glance before going in. The smell of blood hits her like a truck and she staggers back, covering her nose. She gasps as she sees the source. Several dead bodies are laying around, X’s over their eyes and fake smiles carved into their face. They were all male. She finds J at the bar, twirling a glass in his hands.

“J, what the hell happened?” He closes his eyes when he hears her voice, as if it’s the sweetest sound he’s ever heard.

“Doll, come sit on Daddy’s lap.” Y/N decides it’s wise to follow his orders when he’s in this state. She comes over and sits on his lap, noticing the blood on his hands and clothes.

“Ooooh, you’re so good.” He caresses her cheeks. The smell of whiskey hits her.

“J, are you drunk?”

“I might have had a few shots.” He murmured, looking at her face like she’s the most beautiful thing he’s seen. Then anger flashes across his face.

“What happened, J?”

“They looked at you. They wanted to take you away from me.”

“So you killed them? J, that’s irrational.” She scolded while he started to chuckle.

“Pretty, pretty, pretty…” He muttered, ignoring her.

“J, don’t tell me you’re jealous?” A smile inched it’s way up her lips. His expression darkened and he hoisted her closer by her butt, so that she was now straddling him.

“I’m not jealous. I just don’t like people looking at what’s mine.” She gave him a smile and kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“They can look, but you’re the one I’m going home with.”  He purred against her lips.

“I prefer they not look, and you come home with me anyway.”

The Intern: The Laughing Fish

Gotham harbor buzzes with energy this morning. Fishermen compete for the best catch. Dozens of workers prep the yachts for their bosses rich escapades. Even the seagulls are hard at work today, eagerly searching the docks for their next meal. A perfect image of regular people living their lives. Unfortunately if we've been called, then something must be going horribly wrong. Judging from the crowd of distressed fishermen forming towards the end of the boardwalk, my gut feeling was right.

As I draw near the distressed crowd, a familiar voice rises above the rest.

"We are sending our best people to look into this. Keep an eye out for a press conference by the end of today." Detective Gordon addresses the crowd.

The crowd erupts in a chorus of anger.

"You've got to be kidding me."

"I'm going to brutalize that clown!"

"God, I hate this city."

Behind the greying Detective stands a very sour looking Dr. Harris. I maneuver my way through the crowd next to him.

"Dr." I greet from behind.

Dr. Harris says nothing while attempting to catch a slippery fish.

"How adept are you at evolutionary biology?" He eventually asks through the sweat beating down his face.

"I dabble..." I respond growing closer to peer over his shoulder.

Dr. Harris grabs a fish with his bare hands. Before I can move the wiggling vertebrate leaps from his hands directly at my face.

"Catch it!" Dr. Harris hisses.

The flying tang leaves a wet trail across my cheek before dropping into my hands. The poor fish fights with everything it has to get away. Against all odds, I manage to wrangle the wiggle worm into a somewhat sturdy position in my palms.

Once the fish slows a bit, I notice something. The fish is smiling. A big yellow toothy smile with a red outline that one could mistake for lips. The external scales have turned a peculiar, yet familiar shade of pearly white. Both the pelvic fin and the pectoral fin have developed into a contrasting shade of dark green.

If I didn't know any better, I would say it looked like-

"Joker..." A voice growls interrupting my thoughts.

Turning to face our new arrival, I almost laugh at what I see. Batman's suit looks a little goofy in the morning light. Maybe even a little warm in the humid air. The cowl has a slight shine to it. Dr. Harris immediately begins explaining our situation to the Caped Crusader.

"This batch came in last night. We don't know how or why. The working hypothesis is that this may be a side effect of the Jokers latest toxin."

"Is it deadly?" Batman questions eyeing the gasping fish in my hands.

"Not to the fish. We should get the test results back by noon if we start soon."

Batman nods.

"Let me know what you find out."

I take pity on the fish and throw it back with the rest. Most of my life I've struggled with asthma: I know the feeling.

"What would he have to gain from this?" I wonder aloud.

Turning to the Dark Knight, I am stunned to realize there is nobody there. Batman disappeared. Doing a 360, I notice a dark figure hiding in the shadows on the nearest boat.

Huh.. Maybe the dark suit doesn't look so dumb in the daylight after all.

Dr. Harris smiles at me for the first time. My heart pounds. This can't be good.

"Didn't you say that you liked smoothies?"

I do like smoothies, but why does this feel like a test? I nod slowly.

"I hope you didn't eat anything too heavy this morning. We'll need to prep quite a bit of samples."

I narrow my eyes. Samples are typically liquid. How would we make fish.... Oh my God... This cannot be happening.

"Don't we need to test the water for excess nutrients? We don't want an algae bloom to form from the toxin."

There's a glint that forms underneath his unnecessarily large glasses.

"All in good time dear. We can worry about that after lunch."

Hoisting the barrel of Joker fish into the bed of his pick up truck, Dr. Harris teases down at me.

"After we prep those samples, how about fish and chips? I'm having a craving."

Part 3

Shooter || Joker x Reader

Summary: You're a witness of three privileged men killing at the subway. You accidentally meet the shooter the day after and he's far from what you've imagined he'd be.

Warnings: None

Words: 1562

Authors: Cass & Ailo

The gunshots brought back the pain; it was as if he would still be laying on the dirty sidewalk in that alley, being kicked by those teenagers, trying his best to protect his head and crotch from blows. The gunshots were sounded as if they could crack a skull, as if the sound itself could purify the mind.  Arthur's stomach lurched as he lowered gun he was holding in hand. He did this. He actually did this. Then silence returned far more thickly than it was before the shots, as if everything around man was collectively holding it's breath.

You were hiding behind one of pillars, hand covering your mouth as you desperately tried to calm down your breath and racing heart. Witnessing such a thing was too much for you. Using subway was your everyday thing, you were using it to get to work as well as return home. This unfortunate day you were going back home later than usual, the evening was calm until you heard shooting in the other cart. You didn't see much through little windows between carts. The little bit of view was terrifying enough to make you sneak out of the cart as soon as it stopped. You peaked out of your hiding spot just to look if you could go but all you saw was a man being shot as he tried climbing up the stairs. Quickly returning to your spot you started to pray to get out of this alive. Thanks God, the shooter disappeared and you were able to get out of the station safely. You thought about going to the police but all you wanted truly was to go home and hide in the safety of your little apartment. "I can always go there tomorrow," you told yourself, running back to your place.

Arthur returned home and pretended he was all fine but he wasn't.

That evening everything was making him angry, especially his mother and her pure trust in Thomas Wayne. Arthur helped her take bath but as soon as he put her to bed, he went to his own, little room and sneaked under the sheets, pulling quilt on his head as he was trying to hide himself from this world.

You should have to be asleep for a few hours but you simply couldn't find yourself a place. Sitting on the couch, looking at the movement on the tv's screen, your mind was going crazy recalling every second of the event in the subway.

Even if you were in your own flat you still felt scared because of such things were becoming an everyday thing. Shaking your head you forced yourself to go shower and get to bed.

Arthur was fired. All he could have done was get out of there with his head up, he didn't want to show them that they've broken him down like an old branch of a tree. He sat at the not high fence, foot tapping up and down like some dumb wind up toy. Man was rethinking his entire existence.

For you the morning was hard, dragging yourself out of the bed was horrible yet you started to get ready for going out.

Your friends made you join them during the protest against all the rich people in the city. You didn't really like such events because of the crowd but maybe they would finally affect something, you thought.

You never were a conflict person, you always tried to avoid fights or arguments but you hated all those rich bastards. They were having fun in their skyscrapers while all the regular people were drowning in trash and poverty.

Holding the strap of your bag you walked trough the streets, trying your best to not get crazy because of the yesterday's situation. You stopped your walk when you spotted a man, a really sad man.

Arthur felt observed, and indeed he was being watched.

A rather young woman was standing several steps from him glaring at him curiously.

At first he didn't react but when she was standing still in front of him, man raised his head a little and tilted it aside so his locks fell off his face, letting him see her fully.

Man looked too similar to the one from yesterday, it kinda made you afraid and all you've wanted was to run back to your flat but his look made you concerned.

You let out a sigh and smiled at him gently when he looked at you. Walking slowly you started to move closer to him. "Hey there... is everyhitng okay? You look sad," you said shrugging softly as you played with the strap.

He looked you deeply in the eyes; emotionless and empty eyes of his were like a well which ran dry. "Yeah," he replied without thinking too much. He observed you still yet he didn't move at all.

"So... Why so sad and aren't you cold? It's quite chilly today," you said bouncing on your legs a little. "Maybe I can help you somehow?"

"Do you like comedy?," He asked out of sudden. The question was so random that even he giggled a little but the giggle was full of darkness and sadness.

You blinked looking at him, taken aback by a sudden question. Thinking for a little moment you quickly nodded. "Sure! Who doesn't? I love to have a good laugh, it helps to keep going in this city. For me at last."

He sent you a brief smile but it was more a curl of his lips in a grimace. "I'm a comedian, I've always wanted to be a comedian," he said as he hopped off the fence and made a pose like only clown would do.

"Oh wow! It must be great, I bet you know a lot of jokes and anecdotes," you said smiling at him more and clapped your hands a little. "But you are missing one thing, friend."

He was about to reach into inner pocket of jacket to pull his notebook out and read something for you but he stopped any movement, looking at you. He shook his head for "no".

"Smile," you said giggling. "Come on, smile for me and I am ready to hear you out."

You turned round to find little bench, sitting down you put one leg over other like ever lady would does. Looking at man you send him another smile and waited at his performence.

He tried his best to smile yet he felt like tears started to gather into his eyes. He turned around few times and posed again but instead of smiling naturally, he slipped two fingers of each of his hands into his mouth corners and spread them upward in a grimace which had to be pretending smile.

You looked at him, raising your eyebrow. "Okay, let's say that this is enough to convice me. So? Can I hear you and your jokes?," You asked kindly.

You were really courious what he will 'serve' you. The things you told him were true, despite being young you already hated your life in Gotham. Silly comedies, stend ups and all of this helped you cope with the hard life and kept you away from bad thoughs and stuff.

Arthur pulled his notebook out of the pocket and opened it with shaking hands, turning page after page. When he was looking down onto his notes he was about to cry in a spot because of the sadness that were coming out of them. "Knock, knock."

"Who's there?," You asked looking at him.

"The man who killed three shitbags in the metro yesterday," he whispered seriously.

You looked at him completely struck with your eyes wide open. After a moment you laughed, it was very nervous. "You… Are you joking, right? 'Cus you are a comedian," you asked shortly.

"Am I looking like someone who's joking?," He asked openly.

You sat there quiet, swallowing heavily, soon you shook your head for 'no'.

"And do you know what's the worst? I'm fucking happy about what I've done, I don't regret killing them."

You giggled nervously and nodded, slowly moving to the edge of the bench, trying your best to slip away from him.

"I won't hurt you," he assured raising hands up. "I won't hurt you, no need to run."

You got up from your seat and looked at him. "You promise? I... I saw you. I swear, I didn't go to the police. Cross on my heart," you said.

He shook his head slightly with that strange grin on his lips. "I don't mind it. I have nothing to lose and I'm tired of pretending it wasn't funny."

You nodded, looking at him. Your hands once more played nervously with the strap of your bag. "You know…," You began slowly. "I think you did a right thing. Whoever they were, they deserved this. They play around because they are 'good, rich boys' while we all struggle here. Wayne and everyone similar to him could die in the fire and the city would become better instantly."

He listened to you patiently as the grin on his lips grew wider. Arthur nodded his head a little like he would be bowing to you. "When city will be burning, it's gonna be triumph of unprivileged. And I tell you this, it's gonna come sooner than everyone expects."

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