@bcngbang "Come on, we're going to miss Dance Moms." He said with a grin, leaning over as he kissed J's cheek. "Just let me get the lasagne out of the oven, I made garlic bread for you as well." Moving around the kitchen, he glanced over at the TV, making sure the ads were still on as he pulled the dinner out of the oven, setting up two plates for him and J, taking them over to the sofa. Home was where they could relax completely. There was no one here to have to keep up appearances for. Here they could be themselves. Not many pegged the two as lovers, but Jonny knew it was more than that. There was an emotional connection between the two men, a mutual understanding that held more weight than just sex could have. "I have a whole special night planned for you..."
-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...
~The notorious crime lord know to Gothamites at 'The Joker' has just been confirmed dead after Gotham's very own vigilante Batman chased his infamous Lamborghini off the Lower East side bridge. More on this story as it progress. This has been GCN Channel 5.~ Not able to accept what he was seeing on the large flat screen which took up the lavish living room wall Frost flips through 4 more new stations. Each broadcasting the same report. Joker dead after run in with the bat. It wasn't fair. He finally had him. He finally had Joker to himself. He had waited oh so long for Harley to be out of the picture and he finally had everything he wanted, but now his life was shattered. The last fragile pieces of his heart shattering and falling away. Tears escape his eyes as the news cameras pan into a close up of The Joker’s broken form. Arm facing the wrong direction, leg dangling from the gurney the had him on and a batarang with had lodged itself in between the O and K on his pale torso letting the crimson life giving blood spill out. But even that was just a trickle now. His heart long since failed. Rage fills Frost as he hurls the remote across the room embedding it in the thick glass of the monitor. Without thinking he grabs his holsters off the table and the keys to the black SUV tearing out the drive and down the celebrating streets of Gotham. Clipping a few cheering citizens on his wat he reaches his destination in no time. Abandoning his car as he sets out to take revenge on the man who has ruined his life for the last time. Bruce Wayne.
Beaten and bruised the tall tattooed figure limps through the house searching for a soft place to rest through swollen eyes. Hearing the shuffling Frost makes his was through the house to investigate, gasping and rushing to the Joker’s side when he catches sight of his tossled hair, ripped clothes, and bloodied torso.
“J! Baby! Talk to me! Are you ok!?!”
Getting there seconds before the King of Crime’s legs fail him he cradles the broken man in his arms, worry for his lover distorting his features.
“I-I’m fine there Jonny Boy…” a bloody couch interrupts his weak attempt at reassurance “Just a little tiff with an old friend…”
Anger fills the scruffy man’s face knowing the caped crusader was the cause of his newest strife. Before getting a change to curse or make light of the situation the Joker’s pale body begins to spazm and shutter in his arms, fear freaking his deep drown eyes as the pale one’s he had grown to love so much still and begin to dull.
His lover’s chest falls begin to shallow. And his manic grin begins to fade. On the verge of tears he nearly misses the last words to pass the man’s crimson tainted lips.
*in the privacy of The Joker’s private office in the Grin and Bare it*
Frost:*sitting with his new partner in his lap Frost nibbles on The Joker’s ear and chuckles when he gets a low growl in return*
Oh, you like that Mistah J?
Joker: *purrs* You know I like it you lug.
*he chuckles snuggling further into his lap*
*the pair are interrupted by a rasp on the door*
Joker:*growls as he gets up from Frost's lap to re-situate himself in his own chair, watching Frost as he takes up his position in the corner of the room* Come in.
Employee: Sorry to intude Boss but...
Joker: *zones out as the goon prattles on about daily business, catching sight of Johnny as he teases him from his spot in the corner, out of view of the interloper*
Yes yes yes all that sounds fine. Now if you would excuse me I have important work to finish.
*he growls raising an eyebrow at the snickering Frost*
*watching the man leave the room J leaps across the room as soon as he hears the door click. Grabbing Frost by his tie and pulling him in close*
Joker: Now. You my precious, seem to need a bit of punishment for trying to distract Daddy like that.
Frost: *chuckle he wraps his arms around J's waist* Sounds good to me sir.
I press into Johnny’s lips for what seems like ages, getting lost in the sweet sensation of his breath and firmness of his lips pairing with my own. Matching every micro movement the small muscles beneath my crimson grin made against his lips intoxicated me drawing me in for more.
