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sclina-kylcs:

“Hilarious. Perhaps on the side of maiming and robbing, you should create your own joke book.”

“A fine idea, pussy cat. But nowadays, my valuable time is spent avoiding your bat boyfriend. Still sore from the Boy Blunder’s death and what not, I assume. Or he is trying to woo me...which is working, by the way.”

#J's so jealous you get to be up close and personal with batsy #lil gay boy #hi fox #pussy cat

“I was reading this book on Stockholm Syndrome the other day. I hated it at first. It was cruel, depressing. But by the end, I really sympathized and started to enjoy it. Heh.”

#GET IT?!#Hahahahahaha #gif starter #sorry

"Some people just don’t know when to die.”

#joker aesthetic #aceofknavess

Rescue Mission: Joker & Harley

“Arrival, two minutes.”

After successfully borrowing Ivy’s intel, a hijacked, military chopper was in course for Belle Reve, an undocumented prison for terrorists. It was supposedly unknown to all but a select few. However, no knowledge was unobtainable with the right resources and the right amount of grease. Completely covered by a black Kevlar suit and matching helmet, he appeared nearly identical with the small battalion that accompanied him. Except ‘Joker’ was stamped across the chest of his armor, a rather gaudy display of his narcissistic need to be unique, to be recognized. He never could resist showing his infamous face, placing a personalized brand wherever he erratically strut.

Despite the deafening sound of the main rotor blade, his heart beat heavily in his ears. He had searched for years, exhausted every resource he acquired. And finally he had found her. Attempts to cloud his mind with distraction had proved effective at first. Yet at night all he could think about was her. Guilt gnawed at the clown prince as he lay in the bed they once had shared. Restless nights turned into sleepless nights. He was lucky to get two hours most evenings. Though he couldn’t comprehend his feelings for his former psychiatrist, he unwillingly needed her. Though he would never willingly admit such a thing. The little minx somehow had managed to worm into his twisted lifestyle, managed to learn his secrets, managed to become his queen. It started as a game, a challenge maybe? What once was a simple escape from Arkham became a partner in crime.

“This is Alpha 152 requesting to land, inmate onboard, over.”

“Alpha 152, cleared for landing, over.”

The barrel of a pistol rested on the temple of a profusely sweating pilot, forcing him to comply with their previously arranged demands, ensuring they were to arrive unscathed and holding the element of surprise. As soon as the landing skids hit the ground, Joker gave a single, discreet nod. The lackey holding the pilot hostage pulled the trigger without hesitation. Blood and pieces of brain matter sprayed the window of the cockpit. Heh.

“FLOT team, go.”

The first wave of men exited the aircraft, drawing enemy fire and taking down guards at the entrance of the immense prison. Lashing a pointed tongue across his teeth, his fingers twitched wildly at his sides. Common ticks he experienced in particularly stressful situations. He was unaware of how much time passed before another order was issued.

“Extraction team, go.”

Having studied every detail of its layout, the troop easily navigated the seemingly impenetrable structure. The plan had been well rehearsed. A tight formation was centered around Joker as they trotted across the grounds, maintain a human barrier to protect their boss from stray gunfire. Arriving at their destination, a man in front of him reached into his backpack and withdrew a homemade explosive device. Small but vastly effective. The adjacent wall crumbled underneath the power of the explosion. A loud boom echoed in the chamber where she was kept, debris littering the floor. The guards were quickly disposed of. A separate man rushed forward, wielding a portable table saw. A shower of sparks flew as the blade ate away at the lock on her cell door. Impatience ate away at him during those few seconds before the mechanism finally gave way.

“Asset acquired.”

He noticed that his breath began to quicken, mouth slightly parted. She appeared unharmed. God, she was stunning. He practically ripped the cell door open whilst his men stood guard outside the bars. Removing the helmet, he dramatically revealed the identity of her rescuer, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Stretching his arms open, he offered an embrace.

“Miss me?”

#p: rescue mission #aceofknavess #sorry this took so goddamn long

ivyiisms:

“Ha! Don’t make me laugh, clown. You wouldn’t be able to lay a single finger on me before I had you on the ground, writhing in pain, begging me for the antidote as you choke on my toxins. And not a single one of your deranged lackeys will be able to help you as I relieve each one of them of their worthless, polluted lives.”

I should have known any of your pitiful attempts to find her would result in nothing worthy. Time to take the matter into my own hands. Honestly, I can not fathom what she sees in you.”

His grip tightened on the baseball bat he carried, the veins in his hands protruding beneath his ghostly complexion. How dare she? Rage silently surged through him, fueling a rush of adrenaline he was never to use. Dried blood stained the barrel; pieces chipped here and there, eternal reminders of its unique personality, its rich history. Hearing bones crack beneath the wood was a grotesque symphony to the madman. Their nightmares, his dreams. He fantasized about breaking his promise, simultaneously repulsed that he had even made such a naïve, foolish agreement. He imagined shattering the bones in her arms, her legs, before bringing about the deathblow. Perhaps he would joke, say something along the lines of: batter up. Heh. Perhaps he would just lose himself to the music that caressed his deranged senses and not speak at all. Either way, his daydreaming had caused an uncomfortably long break in conversation. Realizing he had been blankly staring at her in a rather awkward fashion, he unwillingly returned to the present. Even Rocco had shifted anxiously at his side, finger twitching impatiently on the trigger of his assault rifle. The corners of his mouth drew upward in a small smile. Play smart. Craning his neck to one side to release the air trapped in his joints, he was satisfied by the disturbingly loud ‘crack’ that followed. He forcibly suppressed the ever growing, persistent anger. Walking lazily in Pamela’s direction, his bare feet fell silent on the cool concrete. As awkward as Joker could be, he undeniably moved with a puzzling grace. Every movement beautifully flowed into the next, his toned muscles visibly shifting with each contraction. “Now, now Pammy. No need to be rude, especially as a guest in my home.” He started, bringing the head of the bat down onto the concrete just next to his foot. The sound resonated loudly off the high ceilings of the warehouse. Stay calm. Play your cards right. Heh. “I detect a teeny, weensy bit of jealousy... Perhaps disappointed that our dear Harley isn’t some dyke?” The word dripped with malice and disgust. Starting to circle her now, a deep chuckle followed his insult. However, recognizing his lack of control, he quickly reverted back to a state of concern. “Alas, I did not invite you here to cause trouble. I just want her back…” He quietly admitted, his chilling blue eyes holding a genuine worry for his queen, his partner.

#flashback #ivyiisms #oooo he so mad #sorry this took so long

BOLD what applies to your muse.

PLACE IN SOCIETY

financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty.

medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged.

class or caste: upper / middle / working / slave / unsure.

education: qualified / unqualified / studying.

criminal record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no.

FAMILY

married - happily / married - unhappily / engaged or betrothed / partnered / it’s complicated / single / divorced / separated.

has a child or children ( single mother verse only ) / has no children / wants children.

close with sibling(s) / not close with siblings / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased.

orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s).

TRAITS + TENDENCIES

extroverted / introverted / in between.

disorganized / organized / in between.

close minded / open-minded / in between.

calm / anxious / in between.

disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

cautious / reckless / in between.

patient / impatient / in between.

outspoken / reserved / in between.

leader / follower / in between.

empathetic / unemphatic / in between.

optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

traditional / modern / in between.

hard-working / lazy / in between.

cultured / un-cultured / in between / unknown.

loyal / disloyal / unknown.

faithful / unfaithful / unknown.

BELIEFS:

monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic.

belief in ghosts or spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in an afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious.

philosophical: yes / no.

OPINIONS

pro-suicide / anti-suicide / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-euthanasia / anti-euthanasia / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-choice / anti-abortion / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-marriage / anti-marriage / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-death penalty / anti-death penalty / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-drug legislation / anti-drug legislation / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-murder / anti-murder / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-cannibalism / anti-cannibalism / doesn’t know or on the fence.

left wing / right wing / middle / doesn’t know or on the fence.

SEXUALITY + ROMANTIC INCLINATION

heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual.

sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable.

romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable.

sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious.

potential sexual partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.

potential romantic partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.

ABILITIES

combat skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

literacy skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

artistic skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

technical skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

HABITS

drinking alcohol: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

smoking: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

other narcotics: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

medicinal drugs: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

indulgent food: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

splurge spending: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

gambling: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

#about j #aceofknavess

x-mars

Biggest boss.

nolanzucco-blog

Alibi | Zucco + Joker

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nolanzucco:

Blinking smoke from his eyes, Nolan watched bills dangle from eager fingers in an array of lights. Flashes of dancers on stage in his peripheral synced almost too well with the bass line that thumped through his ribs. Zucco was at the edge of the amphetamines he’d consumed earlier. The tide was pulling away from him & his head was just beginning to clear. Perfect timing. He’d have applauded himself if he’d felt even vaguely in the mood to move.

Why the fuck was the clown changing focus? As it stood, Nolan Zucco in his Gucci suit & Ray Bans sat at the top. He’d only use the word luck in an inner monologue, anyone else would recognize that he’d become far more ruthless in his approach in the last four years. He wasn’t the acting Don of the Sicilian Mafia, but he was damn near close. His Uncle Tony, unfortunately, still held the title & you could ask anyone & they’d tell you his days were numbered. Rolling his head back to listen to a whisper being spoken to the back of his head, Zucco’s eyes never left the stripper twisting in front of him. Had she been there the whole time? He couldn’t remember & he didn’t seem to care what was being said to him either as he raised his hand to roll his wrist. Hurry up. The point was eventually gotten to, but Zucco didn’t make a proper reply until he had a sweating glass of liquor in his hand.

Was there such a thing as a mutually beneficial deal that involved the Joker? That was the question Nolan had spent the last twelve hours mulling over. Despite the overwhelming thread count, he hadn’t slept.

Nolan Zucco was not in the business of handouts & Gotham was the city known to chew & swallow someone whole. The city suited Zucco & his capacity to share was already tested by the assorted gangs that he was at a standstill with. They were predictable. They looked at numbers, they followed rules, they utilized strategy & favored relationships – Joker was chaos to their predictability. Why the fuck was the clown back?

‘I am undefeated in this city-wide escapade.’

Joker’s words echoed in his head. Similarly, Zucco’s reign reflected the same number of L’s: zero. Frown etched into his face, a voice interrupted his cyclical thoughts: “Y’know, I’ve never seen him before.” The scantly clad woman laid delicately on her stomach now, elbows on the edge of the stage. The top of it came to the middle of Zucco’s chest when he sat, & he looked at her thoughtfully for a moment, head falling this way then that. “Don’t get excited.” Zucco warned. “Why? Is he cute?” Zucco rolled his eyes. Mildly disturbed by the idea & the fact that she seemed to forget he was a mass murderer; the line of Zucco’s mouth tightened. “No one told you to stop.” Zucco said stiffly – a warning that appeared to be lessened by him languidly stretching out his legs. The girl smiled at him, reaching forward to touch his nose with her index finger before she slid back to her knees & onto her feet in one motion. Zucco mumbled an obscenity & shook his head. He nearly always operated somewhere between dangerous: do not touch & Baby Zucco. It was a ridiculous line to tread, but he didn’t have the stamina to be a raging asshole at all times like the others that bore his last name. If anyone was gonna know you were a softy, it might as well have been a prostitute.

He caught sight of him as a white light flashed overhead making the man’s skin flash in turn. Like a ghost, he disappeared as the light turned red. Zucco looked away, face hardening before he could see the shock of green hair again. Behind his sunglasses, Zucco inclined his head, made a motion with his hand & the girl he was just speaking to was escorted elsewhere, another girl taking her place just as Nolan’s guest arrived to his right. An empty chair waited for the man. Zucco stayed put. “Glad you remembered where the place was.” A smirk crept over his features as he turned to acknowledge Joker’s presence. “Have a seat.” Tapping his nose as discrete as a Lamborghini at a stoplight, he asked point-blank: “How was the stuff?” He didn’t care, he knew it was prime shit, but it was an easy way to gauge J’s mood. A barometer that could mean so little & so much at the drop of a dime.

Heavy bass lines thumped wildly within the erotic nightclub, its intense vibrations reverberating pleasantly through his body. Each thud was strangely euphoric, shrouded by a cocaine-induced high. Walking through the smoky haze with an undeniable dominance in his strut, he was the epitome of extravagant wealth. Gold chains dangling heavily from his neck paired with multiple watches clasped to his wrists served no apparent purpose other than to display his status. His height exceeded the average man’s making it easy to navigate through the thick crowds, two henchman flanking close behind him.

There was a general feeling of trepidation, an unexplainable fear, when Joker graced the streets of Gotham. His presence was dominating and almost intoxicating. And whether it was willing or not, all eyes were undeniably drawn to the exotic flamboyancy he radiated. The narcissistic clown prince basked in this feeling, craving the attention, whether it was adoration or disgust. His appearance tonight would spread through the seedy underworld of Gotham like fire, becoming irrefutable fact that he had indeed returned to claim his throne.

“Yo, J.”

One of his cronies tapped him delicately on the shoulder and pointed to where Zucco waited. Adverting his direction, he said nothing in return. His chilling blue eyes were practically unmoving, staring straight forward with no regard to the undoubtedly beautiful women twisting in his peripherals. His lips were slightly parted, appearing as if to be contemplating an unknown solution to a complex problem.

His mind frantically paced back and forth, never hesitating on a thought long enough to comprehend its meaning. By design, the Joker was never destined to be an introvert. The last four, silent years had taken an astronomical toll on his already damaged mental state. In a near constant state of annoyance, he was unable to itch the scratch that ravenously ate away at his patience. Secrecy and hiding had become an unwilling lifestyle. Even his every faithful Rocco seemed to avoid him, hoping to be spared of his unexpected fits of rage. His band of goons had grown accustomed to finding the hideout ripped apart by drug-induced tantrums.

Regardless, he approached his dealer with a smile stretched across his face, silver-capped teeth exaggerated underneath the bright strobe lights. “Glad you remembered where the place was.” He was unable to stifle a sudden giggle. The insinuation was almost insulting. As if he could forget anything within his city. He awkwardly hovered above Nolan, blatantly ignoring his request to sit.

“Mm, these look neat.”

He playfully remarked, tilting his head to one side in childish curiosity. His spidery fingers, laden with an excessive amount of diamond-encrusted rings, plucked the designer sunglasses from Zucco’s face. It was an act innocent among friends but a challenging insult among unspoken rivals. Adjusting the lapels of his jacket, he now stared at Zucco from behind the tinted shades, a smug smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“I must admit your nose candy is unprecedented, handsome.”

He promptly followed his statement with a quick bump from the vial of coke in his pocket. It burned pleasurably in his nasal cavities, a fresh drip beginning to slide down his throat. It was not an exaggeration. The Zucco family’s supply was practically uncut, the finest you could get in Gotham. But this meeting wasn’t intended for compliments and gossip.

“As much as I would love to gossip about the cutest boys here tonight, I think you know what I’m here to discuss.” Spreading his legs rather provocatively, he leaned forward, mere inches from Nolan’s face.

“Have you had a chance to talk to your dear Uncle about my little…. concern?”

#baby zucco #(;#p: alibi

ivyiisms:

“Why else would I be here, you painted fool? I was hoping you had.”