#comediking

[kingsleigh]

@comediking asked for a couple of my paid psd recs for the joker, but I also added two examples of free psds as well.  I hope you like them darling!

PSD #025:

PSD #026:

THE JOKE:

LOIS LANE:

[intcthatgoodnight-a]

@comediking​

          Lucy had done well avoiding crossing his path. The Joker didn’t exactly keep it a secret where he was. This whole area of Gotham was full of his clowns. But she was careful who she worked with. In the end it had been a rookie mistake that brought her face to face with the man she hadn’t seen since she was a child. Lucy got caught pick-pocketing at a club that he ran some sort of dealings out of. A pissed off goon dragged her into the back, and there he was. She immediately recognized him - and not just because of the makeup, though that was certainly all too familiar as well. Nervous green eyes flickered between him and the door as she shifted her feet. There was a good chance he didn’t recognize her. It had been years after all, and she had dyed her hair. Just play it cool, Lucy.  “Look, you can just take all the stuff I took back and let me go. I won’t come back.”

[robinbait]

help there is a clow in my ask  ; accepting ;  comediking          “KID, YOU TAKE LIFE WAY TOO SERIOUSLY.”

HIS BODY ACHES BUT JASON HANGS ON. he can feel the blood slipping through his teeth as his bones crack under the pressure of a beating. his body tries to move but once his restrains are thorn and away, he can’t move properly. he knows the clown is teasing him, the illusion of being free when he isn’t. jason had broken bones before and this? this was surely more than one. he feels his throat close, he can hardly talk when the clown speaks up, sending a shiver down his spine and Jason makes sure to spit red crimson to his feet; a dare, a challenge, tainting the perfect shoes of the clown with his blood.              His mind is screaming though, he is aching for Bruce and he hopes he makes it in time. the robin looks through thorn mask and speaks through busted split lip, grey green eyes looking up with difficulty. “FUCK YOU, YOU FREAK.” and he means it this time. “I can do this all day, but you? OH boy.” and he coughs blood again through pained laugh because he doesn’t want to feel the angry tears threatening his eyes. please bruce, just come for me, he thinks rapidly. “you are fucked once batman gets here.“

[carnivalqueen]

@comediking replied to your post:

they do look GREAT together hehee

i mean if ever there was a reason to write together ;)))

[deliciousfear]

              "Aren’t I R E A L enough to you?”

@comediking // closed.

[rubiesintherough]

(( @comediking --- whoops teeny tiny bby to the rescue ))

One thing that could certainly be said of Fanny was that she... was often oblivious to context. All she saw was someone being beaten up. And regardless of whether or not they may have instigated it, or deserved it, really --- the thought didn’t even cross her mind --- the little witch was already racing forward. Each beat of bare feet against broken concrete brought a new shift with it: silver fur sprouting, and frame hunching down as she sprinted, hands and feet both turning to paws with nails that clicked on the ground with every bound.  A wolf lunging itself forward, teeth clamping into a sleeve. Tugging, Fanny’s head shaking violently enough to rip fabric away with a snarl. Mouth parted, tongue flickering between sharpened fangs.  

Muscled frame circled around the man, jumping forward and retreating in each moment, jaw snapping in a series of growling barks, warning the assailants off. No, she didn’t know who this stranger was. Nor what had caused this fight. But, she knew he was being attacked and, to the child, that was enough reason to intervene.

[find4479-blog]

❝   ---- awe ! c’mon, let me push the button !  ❞       harley quinn , clown queen of crime-- and annoyance. she bats her eyelashes up at him, crimson grin flashing up at him. two fingers walking down the length of his arm THREATENING to inch closer to said button. // @comediking

[intcthatgoodnight-a]

@comediking

          Her hand braced the wall next to her, careful not to put her back directly to it - to give herself room to run, as she took a few steps away. Two goons had roughly shoved her into the room, the third who had been there when they had grabbed her from the streets was nursing his knife wounds. Downside to that was now she didn’t have her knife on her.  “Why was I brought here? What do you want?”  she demanded.