[A/N: This is a short I’ve been thinking about for a while. I finally got around to writing it as a gift to the amazing and talented @whyarentyoulaughingj for their birthday. Happy Birthday J! ]
Disgusted, The Joker watches as yet another number one hits the ground.
“Incompetent fool! How FUCKING hard is it to find competent help these days!”
Growling he shoves his pistol back into it’s place under his jacket before looking over the men he had left.
“As you can see screwing up one of MY jobs will NOT end well for you. Now which one of you miserable excuses for men is gonna take Tim’s place? It’s not like any of you could POSSIBLY disappoint me worse than he did, loosing me TEN FUCKING GRAND!”
Each of his goons coward as he paced pass them only fueling the rage that was already building inside him. None of these worthless halfwits were worth the air they breathed, let alone worthy enough to serve as his head henchmen. His cold eyes appraised each man as he passed. Each one of them trying their hardest to avert their gazes, except for one. Stopping before a sharply dressed boy who seemed to be a cut above the rest. The boy held his gaze and unlike the others didn’t shrink away when The Joker loomed over him.
“What’s your name fancy pants?”
Keeping his face blank he doesn’t give the kid an inch to judge his reaction by.
“Frost sir. Jonny Frost.”
Stroking his chin a smile slowly creeps over his crimson lips.
“Frost huh? Well Frosty, I like your style, how’d you like to be my new number one?”
Shock and excitement overcomes the young Jonny as he beams back at his employer. Responding with exuberance in his voice and a salute.
“Yes sir! Of course sir!”
Cackling The Joker throws an arm around the kids shoulders as he pulls him away from the trash still standing in line.
“No need to be so formal Frosty. Now that you’re my new little pet you can call me J-” pausing for a minute as he leans in and whisper in his ear with a smile “- or Daddy. Daddy would be acceptable too.”
Jonny’s face distorts in confusion and communicability at the sound of the nickname. Stopping in his tracks his big brown eyes sparkle in the glow of the lights.
“Do... do I have to sir?”
Roaring laughter pours from The Joker as he nearly falls on his ass.
“No one has EVER questioned anything I’ve told them before. I believe this is the start to a beautiful friend ship Jonny boy. And no, because you asked so nicely, you don’t. But one day you will, I assure you of that.”
The wicked smile that rested on The Joker’s face unsettled Frost just a little, but he quickly regains his composure. He had worked for the clown king for months without being noticed, had done his best to be the best goon he had, he wasn’t about to let his nerves get in a twist over his boss’ strange taste in nicknames. Darkening his features slightly Jonny just smiles.
“Well sir, If you’re waiting for me to say it voluntarily you’re gonna have to wait till hell freezes over.”
“That may be sooner than you think Frosty. Now why don’t you be a good little henchmen and... fire the dead weight, I think it’s time to bring in some fresh faces around here.”
Nodding and determined to make his boss proud Jonny waists no time, turning on a dime and dropping every other goon in the room, cementing his place as The Joker’s new right hand man.
A/N: So its been a very rough week mentally speaking and what is better therapy than torturing the characters I love? Don't kill me. @whyarentyoulaughingj @uncensored-and-psychotic, and my angst co-conspirator @random-gallifreyan-rp
This past week was something that the Joker will always re-live with fear and crippling depression in his heart. In retrospect, there was a lot the Joker should’ve noticed but sadly didn’t. But now there was nothing he could do at that moment to save his favorite bearded henchman.
The first thing the Joker should've noticed was when Frost coughed up blood. It was during a meeting with an important client and while the blaring club music more than covered the sound of his cough, his once pure white handkerchief with smeared blood showed the truth. Frost never even blinked in a business meeting, let alone cough up blood.
The second thing the Joker should’ve noticed was when Frost fell onto the bar cart. The Grin and Bare It was going through a large-scale renovation at the time, and after screaming at the idiots on the construction team J needed a drink. He ordered Frost to prepare a gin and tonic and leave it in his office. With a silent nod and normal gait, Frost retreated past the golden curtains. Yet when J walked into the office actively describing how he was going to kill all of the workers all that he could see was Frost stumbling and standing up from a pile of glass and spilled liquor.
The third thing the Joker should’ve noticed was when Frost's once smooth and soft hands became cold and shaky. It was an afternoon spent in Frost's favorite spot, the shooting range. While J was getting headaches with almost perfect accuracy Frost couldn't stop his hands from trembling. "Let Daddy show you how it's done." J used the opportunity to wrap his body around Frost's and covered his shaky and cold hands with his own.
The Joker should’ve realized that Frost would never admit that something was wrong with him. The kid was programmed to follow orders even to the grave, to regularly sacrifice himself for the mission. By taking away Frost’s will to live, he was absolutely loyal to the Joker but he also became self-destructive. He should have ordered Frost to go to the neighborhood vet who never asked any questions.
But there was nothing J could do now, as he dropped to his knees and knelt at the side of his henchman’s dead body. The Clown Prince of Crime, the man who brought Gotham to its knees, was in mourning all because he couldn’t take care of his own property. After all, what kind of King allows his property to fall into ruin?
Tribute to the FrostJokes Queen and co-parent of Jonny Frost @whyarentyoulaughingj and @uncensored-and-psychotic who has recently joined the FrostJokes dark side
“Daddy has to go away on business, but I need you to be a safe little snowman”
Jonny Frost found pride in being the strongest person in the room, mentally and physically. He didn’t even touch alcohol at work unless he was ordered. Jonny fought to make sure that he was seen as strong and far from a mental breakdown, but appearances can be deceiving.
“Frost? Boss man is asking for you” a goon said and Frost looked like a child called to the Principal’s office.
Frost knocked on the open door to announce his presence and waited until J looked up at him to enter. “Daddy has to go away on business, but I need you to be a safe little snowman”. While J’s pet name may have been interpreted by others as a form of humiliation, Frost understood the coded instruction behind it.
After being promoted to J’s official right-hand man, Frost spent every waking moment with his green-haired boss. He didn’t realize how attached he grew to J until he was suddenly cut off by the sound of his phone vibrating from a text.
Out on business, you’re in charge. Don’t screw this up -J
This was absolutely shocking for Frost, J trusted him with absolute control over the business even temporarily. J got his business through blood and gore, and now it was Frost’s responsibility. His absolutely overwhelming responsibility.
For the rest of the week, Frost put 150% energy and strength into managing The Grin and Bare It in a way that would make J proud. He lived for making J proud. The paranoid thoughts of self-doubt and self-hatred always fell silent when J said he was proud of him.
Frost led with a silent iron fist, even though it was extremely draining to him mentally and physically. No one could disrespect J in the presence of Frost without getting a bullet to the head. However, Frost had to ease the nightly pain and rambling thoughts with a bottle of vodka.
It wasn’t until Sunday when Frost crashed, and like everything else Frost crashed hard. He stumbled into J’s executive office, vodka bottle in hand. Vodka was always reliable when his own thoughts got too loud to function. Frost’s drunken actions were caught by the new security camera on the ceiling, the footage of which was streamed to J’s phone. J watched in shock as his right-hand man slumped to the floor and proceeded to chug from the bottle in hand. Frost soon felt the vibration of his phone and pulled it out.
Daddy sees what you are doing and I’m not pleased. You are MINE and I will not let you destroy MY property. -J
5 minutes later…
Be a safe little snowman and put down the bottle.-J
After Frost’s screen lit up the second time he dropped the bottle. In the fog of his own brain, J was a guiding light. No matter what his brain could say or do, Frost was hardwired to be a good soldier and always followed orders. Frost felt comfort in knowing that he was being watched, knowing that there was someone who cared enough not to let him self-destruct.
“Y-Yes sir, I p-promise” Frost got weak at the knees and bit the side of his cheek to prevent himself from crying. He couldn’t let himself cry. After all, only fools fall in love with the lord of a crime syndicate.
“Good boy” J purred and looked back down to his work.
-Its been 2 years since I accepted my feelings for Frost and things have been so different. Of course we’ve never reviled our relationship to the world. What would the criminal community think if The King of crime was having a fling with his right hand man? No. We have defiantly never let anyone know.
Things have changed so much though, of course we’ve had business as usual. Heists here, teaching some low life a message there but even that’s not the same anymore. I’m more aware of Frost’s position during heists, making sure nothing happens to my new Prince. He tries to distract me during business meetings by silently flirting with me from his position in the corner of the room, our guests always completely unaware of the sexual tension that builds in the room.
These past years have shown me that I could feel things I thought were lost to me a long time ago. He has shown me I can truly be happy, that I can... I can LOVE. But never would these things be possible with out him.-
Fidgeting with the small velvet box he held in his hand The Joker continued to muse about his new found feelings. Unable to deny his love for Frost, he had made an impossible decision. He was going to make him his King. To rule along side him and for EVERYONE to know.
A knock on the door breaks him of his thoughts as he quickly stashes away his little secret. Inviting in the only man brave enough to interrupt him in his study a soft smile grows on The Joker’s face as his big Armani clad Doll entered the room, a serious look on his face.
“What is it Frosty boy?”
The playful tone in his voice quickly fading at the seriousness of his partners demeanor.
“It’s Penguin sir. We’ve just got word that he caught wind of our next heist on the laboratory and is planning on crashing our party.”
With a soft chuckle The Joker waves off his concerned tone at the mention of The Penguin.
“Now, now, now, Pumpkin. Do you honestly think good ol’ Oswald has what it takes to disrupt our plans? He may have made a bit of a name for himself now but he is still nothing more than a glorified pimp. More interested in trying to out do our clubs than actually make a dent in my empire.” rising from his chair he circles his desk to stand in front of his worried lover, stroking the side of his rough beard “Don’t you worry your pretty little head. Besides, we work so well together all our jobs go flawlessly.”
With a chuckle Frost sighs knowing he wouldn’t be able to convince him pigeon breath was a threat.
“Alright, alright you win. I’ll try’n relax.”
A low growl begins to emanate from The Joker as Frost caves. Wrapping his pale slender fingers in his silky brown hair he pulls Frost’s face down to meet his own, taking his lips in an aggressive and passionate kiss.
“Ooooh you should know by now Daddy’s always right.”
The night before the big heist Joker tells Frost to dress in his best and meet him at the Laugh Factory. Not expecting anything too special Frost dawns his best Armani suit and hurries to meet him in the open air VIP section of Frost’s favorite of J’s clubs.
“Ah! Frosty my boy!”
The sweet and slightly manic voice of the King caresses Johnny’s ears nearly eliciting an unasked for moan. Clearing his throat and composing himself, not wanting to show his affections towards his boss in such an exposed environment he enters the room.
“Good Evening boss. What can I do for you tonight?”
A devilish grin grows across The Joker’s face as he traverses the room to stand before the man who has so changed his life. Before Johnny can process what is happening The Joker, King of Crime, Clown Prince of Gotham, drops to one knee pulling a small velveteen box from his tuxedo pocket. The open lid revealing a simple yet elegant gold band with ‘Property of the Joker’ delicately engraved across it’s surface.
“Boss...”
Raising a hand he cuts him off.
“Johnny. For years you have been my right hand, my friend and only confidant. You know more about me than I know about myself. These last two years have been the best of my twisted life and you’re the reason. I no longer care what the rest of Gotham thinks of this, they can think me weak and we shall teach them how sorely mistaken they are. Together. Johnny Frost, my Doll, My Pumpkin’, My Love... Will you do me the honer of becoming my King?”
Tears begin streaming from Frost’s amber baked eyes, completely taken off guard by this sudden proposal. Staring down at The Joker’s slightly uncomfortable form he drops to his knees throwing his strong arms around the Joker’s pale frame.
“Yes! Yes J! Of course I will!”
A soft purr emanating from deep within his chest The Joker slips the band around Frost’s finger, beaming with pride at how perfectly it fits his strong hand. Meeting Frost’s misty brown eyes a crooked grin pulls at his face.
“How’s about we move this celebration somewhere a bit more... secluded. I have grape soda and a bear skin rug waitin’ for us at home.”
His eyes lighting with joy Johnny gets to his feel pulling J into his arms, one hand resting on his lower back, the other supporting his legs. Not wanting to waste one more second Frost ushers them out the club and to the waiting car, eager to get home and revel in the moment. He was to be King.
Next day and it’s time for the heist. The newly declared King spends the morning making sure everything is prepared and the men prepped. High on adrenaline and ready for some action The Joker slides into the driver’s seat of the van, making a quick check that everything and everyone was ready before tearing off to Lex Labs.
Pandas, sharks, goats and bat masks flood through the newly created entrance to the secret lab, fanning out and securing the occupants. In a flurry of purple The Joker strides in, Frost close on his heals. Looking at each and every terrified face he hones in one a particular brunette woman who’s name tag reads ‘Daniella Gossman’.
“Ah! There you are Mz. Gossman! And here I thought I may have come to visit you on the wrong day. I was nearly disappointed! Now. You know exactly why I’m here so why don’t you be a good little girl and fetch the compound for me. If you cooperate you and your colleagues may just make it outta here alive.”
Fear struck the middle aged woman freezes in her place, looking up from the floor at the tattooed mad standing above her. Growing exasperated with her lack of cooperation he reaches behind him pulling one of Frost’s pistols from it’s place under the Armani coat. Pointing the barrel from hostage to hostage he deliberates on who to make an example of.
“Eenie, Meenie, Miney, Mo, catch a doctor by their toe. If they squeal let’em go. Eenie, Meenie, Miney, Mo.”
Coming to rest pointed at a very young looking intern an evil grin covers The Joker’s face as he gives them a small wave goodbye. The sound of the shot ringing through the lab as their body falls limp to the floor, a sizable chunk missing from between their eyes. A scream rakes through Daniella’s body at the sight of the blood spatter before she turns her disdainful glare back to the mad man with a gun.
“They were only 18! You monster how could you!”
With a roll of his eyes and tightening of his chin The Joker makes a yakking motion with his hand.
“Oh blah, blah, blah. It’s not my fault the poor little bastard’s dead. I’m just an agent of chaos. I gave you fair warning on what would happen if you didn’t follow through with my request hastily. That kid’s blood is on your hands doctor.”
Kneeling down in front of her his crystal blue eyes narrow and a snarl twists his lips.
“Now, Where. Is. It.”
With a whimper the cowering lady points to a spot across the lab.
“There. It’s there in the safe. The combination is 5-8-7-8-5-2-8-4-4...”
The Joker’s infamous Cheshire grin lights his face.
“That’s your combination huh? And here I thought I was the comedian.”
Sensing the confusion of his partner behind him he scoffs as he explains the joke, never looking away from the frightened doctor.
“Just Laugh’. Their combination is ‘Just Laugh’.” manic laughter crackles from his crimson lips “Mighty funny combination to use on a safe containing MY laughing gas formula wouldn’tcha say, Doctor?”
Before she could retort, before any of The Joker’s men knew what was happening, four of the hostages leap to their feet disarming the nearest goons and opening fire on the rest.
He heard the shot, he heard the all to familiar sound of metal ripping flesh and the sickening sound of blood choking in someones throat. Turning behind him his eyes widen with pure shock and fear, fire fight forgotten, as the gushing wound which now tore through his partners gut consumed his world.
“JOHNNY NO!!!”
The deafening scream was enough to take both sides off guard as they watch the King of Crime pull the shuttering body of his right hand into his lap, gently brushing the dislodged hair out of his face and rocking back and forth.
“It’s gonna be ok Johnny, you’re gonna be ok. You HAVE to be ok.”
The panic in his eyes and shake in his voice made the might King look like a scared kid as he cradled Frost in his arms.
“I-I’m sorry I’m not going to get to be your King J...”
A bloody cough chokes off his sentence as The Joker drops his forehead to meet his shushing him with tears in his eyes.
“You were my King Frosty, you have for a while. You are my one true love and I-I cant loose you!”
A weak smile pulls at Johnny’s lips as his dull eye’s look up at the man he had whole heatedly devoted his life to.
“You’ll survive. Like you always do. Don’t let this stop you J, make me proud and bring this city to it’s knees...”
Shakily reaching up Johnny wipes away the tears escaping from his King’s perfect blue eyes.
“Just remember... I love you. I’ve always lo....”
Eyes going dull and hand falling from The Joker’s face Frost’s head slumps to the side, lifeless. His body stiffens as he feels the life leave Johnny’s body anger, sorrow, and grief filling his absolutely shattered heart.
With a feral scream, The Joker grab’s Frost’s pistols leaping to his feet and taking out as many men he could before the sweet metallic taste of blood fills his mouth. Trickles of the crimson liquid streaming from the corners of his tilted lips. The surviving men watch on as the Clown Prince drops where he stands, body draping over that of his fallen lover, lips intertwining in the cold kiss of death...
1) its either them going in costumes or them just taking over with guns 2) JOKER has a list on his iphone thats mostly makeup and snakes but FROST is the one with the REAL list of actual useful stuff3) Joker thinks condoms are lame so Frost is the one who buys them just in case 4) Joker just opens random stuff and starts eating and then puts it back5) buys eggos because he watched stranger things. He doesn’t even like eggos 6) starts eating a banana in THAT way just to annoy people and Frost + he makes noises 7) Jonny carries everything alone 8) they ALWAYS forget something9) end up buying snakes and a tomato but just order something who cares
