Name: Ace (Formerly referred to as Junior) [His name's Ace because the ace of spades symbolises rebellion and individuality and stuff since he hates his father and hates being associated with him heh]
His mind is in a different place
Will everybody please give him a little bit of space
Age: 15
Get a load of this train wreck
His hair's a mess and he doesn't know who he is yet
He/him, aroace
But little do we know, the stars
Black hair, bleached peekaboo, rushed, self-done, back-alley job so there's still some Joker green he hates with a burning passion
Welcome him with open arms...
"Yes, he's my father. No, I'm not on his side. Shut up."
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If Ace speaks in green, that means he's panicked or scared, and it has something to do with the Joker.
If Ace speaks in purple, that means he's high or using drugs.
TW ABUSE, CHILD ABUSE, THE JOKER, BLOOD, GORE, ETC.
So Ace lore: He's Joker's biological son, he doesn't know who his mother is, but Harley's been that figure in his life until she left Joker.
Joker's the crappiest dad to ever exist, abusive in every sense of the word. He tried to make Ace his Joker Junior kinda at first (sorry Tim, you're his replacement) but one day he saw Batman caring for Robin, looks back at his childhood and goes, hmm, something's off here.
He's always hated the Joker, but one time, he tried to escape when he was 11, he injured one of the goons, so as 'an eye for an eye', Joker stabbed his left eye. He's blind in that one now.
He hates the colours green and purple, eventually escaped Joker at 14, and is not okay.
OKAY THIS IS THE BIG TW: He has a lot of scars from growing up with the clown prince of crime. But the most notable ones are from knives, a letter "J" near his collarbone. An "O" on his ribs. A "K" over one kidney. A rough and brutal "E" between his shoulder blades to his waist, and a long "R" carved into his spine, stretching out to his other side. Basically, Joker's signature. Also permanent smile lines (glasgow smile scars, I'm told they are called) (as seen in the moodboard thing) but those are mostly faded by now, as well as a smiley face carved into the back of his neck, covered by his hair, and smiley faces littered over the rest of his body. The knife carvings are done repeatedly in order for the scars to stay this long, the repeated carvings are also pretty jagged and uneven because Joker wanted it to hurt as much as possible. It worked, Ace always sees them whenever he takes his shirt off, but he tends to wear full-covering shirts more.
Not my usual post for my fics, but I wanted to use my platform to talk about an important issue affecting me now that I have more followers. Currently, many data centers are trying to build in my community and in the surrounding areas. I won't name the region for privacy reasons, but it could force my family to move away from a farm that has been in our family for over 300 years now. Several companies for different businesses have tried to buy our land in the past, which would not only force us to move, but also negatively impact the environment here. Our environment is one of the few places that still has places left untouched by humans even now, and has several important native flora and fauna as part of our ecosystem.
My family works hard to protect and maintain wildlife, as well as our history. To see the home I grew up in destroyed would break me.
Not to mention, they're trying to buy out family farms, communities, and forested areas that are homes to wildlife. These companies try to take advantage of the poverty here by promising jobs and economic growth from data centers to people who are desperate for money. They also often assume we are uneducated and idiotic due to classist stereotypes.
These farms and homes may seem unimportant to most people, but many of these have been passed down from generation to generation and mean a great deal to families. To sell them would be a betrayal. Yet, many are left with no other options.
Data centers often ruin water supplies, create higher levels of pollution, and disrupt daily life for many communities.
PLEASE, whenever you see ways to support these communities and prevent the building of data centers, engage! Knowledge is power, so educate yourselves on the good and the bad of AI. Advocate for change and the enviroment.
Someone out there is being affected directly by these things, and I am one of them. Spread the word.
"Uh, my legs and arms. Everything's shaky. Father will put us on the table thing and we get shocked a lot. It hurts, but Father says that's a good thing. I'm hungry too, I think that makes it worse."
*Harley sings to herself, swinging her bat around as she does, patrolling the streets. Its getting late, but she isn’t able to sleep yet, so she mind as well have some fun. It isn’t until she’s doubling back that she sees Ace, and grins sharply, not recognizing him just yet*
“Hiya kid! What’re you out late at night for?”
- @theroyalrulerofcrime
Ace was on his way back to Jason's apartment, mostly ignoring people. But when he hears that voice, he turns around immediately. It is her.
It's Harley.
She looks happy. Not his father's version of happy, she looks genuinely better than with the Joker. But it's clear she doesn't recognise him yet, Ace doesn't blame her. He dyed his hair, it's black and white, he doesn't acknowledge the flecks of Joker green remaining. He's also not smiling, or stuck in that infernal suit.
"I was just going home." He said. If she doesn't recognise him, he shouldn't force his way into her life, she's happy as is. No matter how much he misses her.
It's...odd. Walking around, and seeing families out for Mother's Day. Seeing kids make stuff for their moms and giving it...seeing their—their joy at what their kids did for them.
I don't know who my mom is. All I had was Harley...and him. I don't know where she is right now...but she was good to me. I don't need a mother...I just needed her...but I don't have her either.
Wherever you are, whoever you're with, I hope you're happy.
"Oh...Hello again." Ace looks better off than he did the first time. Still jumpy and with a lot of scars, but no fresh injuries, and he looks a little healthier.
@spades-and-ashes
“Hello again.” Edward replied calmly as he looked Ace over for injuries. The boy was in marginally better shape now. Much to Edward’s relief.
Ace hummed in acknowledgement. "That's good." It really was. Edward seemed like the good-father type. His standards may be horrible, but the Riddler was a much better person than his own father.
"Oh, yeah. I met someone a while back...I'm living with him now."
"Oh...Hello again." Ace looks better off than he did the first time. Still jumpy and with a lot of scars, but no fresh injuries, and he looks a little healthier.
@spades-and-ashes
“Hello again.” Edward replied calmly as he looked Ace over for injuries. The boy was in marginally better shape now. Much to Edward’s relief.
Ace hummed in acknowledgement. "That's good." It really was. Edward seemed like the good-father type. His standards may be horrible, but the Riddler was a much better person than his own father.
"Oh, yeah. I met someone a while back...I'm living with him now."
"Oh...Hello again." Ace looks better off than he did the first time. Still jumpy and with a lot of scars, but no fresh injuries, and he looks a little healthier.
@spades-and-ashes
“Hello again.” Edward replied calmly as he looked Ace over for injuries. The boy was in marginally better shape now. Much to Edward’s relief.
"Oh...Hello again." Ace looks better off than he did the first time. Still jumpy and with a lot of scars, but no fresh injuries, and he looks a little healthier.
@spades-and-ashes
“Hello again.” Edward replied calmly as he looked Ace over for injuries. The boy was in marginally better shape now. Much to Edward’s relief.
Timmy is the friend I have who lives in my head! Mama and Papa call him Jack but he told me doesn't like that name. Mama says he's supposed to help with stuff like uh...the big parties we have to go to. I never remember them because Tim does it instead.
Timmy is the friend I have who lives in my head! Mama and Papa call him Jack but he told me doesn't like that name. Mama says he's supposed to help with stuff like uh...the big parties we have to go to. I never remember them because Tim does it instead.
