Jun 23, 2017
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I'm thinking of turning mine into Mizz Misery’s insta. But not sure if anyone would even care lol
Decisions...
I have a lot of fics I need to write a next part on so I need your guys help. What should I do next?
Hysteria: Part 11
[A special thanks to my mysterious Mistah J for helping me with this installment]
You had helped Frost load up the black SUV before joining J in his favorite Lamborghini dressed in the get up he had gotten you for this job.
“J… do I HAVE to wear the mask? It looks stupid and…” you saw him stiffen turning to you with a look on his face that was more than simple irritation. He was on edge already bringing you along and your question seemed to hit a nerve.
He shot his arm out grasping your neck and cocked his head to the side. The playfulness you had come to know when alone with him was gone from his face. He looked deadly reminding you exactly who he was, not just J, not just another boyfriend, he was King and you should have remembered what that meant.
“What was that Kitten? Are you questioning Daddy’s taste?” His eyes flattened as he tightened his grip on your neck reaching with his free hand to rip the mask from your hands before roughly putting it on you. “You WILL wear it and you WILL like it. Do you understand Doll?” gulping against his hand you do your best to nod in agreement not knowing were this aggression towards you was coming from.
“Good. Now buckle up.” He shoved you back into the seat and without waiting and ripped out the drive, Frost and the SUV in hot pursuit as you race towards J’s intended target on the far side of Gotham. Remaining silent the whole time focusing on what J may ask you to do today trying to build your nerve. A good while later you arrive at a very luxurious looking mansion, the outside of which was a lot nicer than the retrofitted dump the Joker stayed in. Not that you were complaining, the outside may have looked abandoned but J had great taste and had turned the inside to a lavish palace that could have put Wayne Manor to shame.
“Alright Kitten, time to prove to me your worth keeping around” his voice was a deep husk, much darker than the tone he usually kept with you. Your eye twitched in irritation at the ‘if your worth keeping’ comment but you stowed your smart ass remarks and just nodded. “Good girl”
J gets out of the car and walks to your side opening the door and assisting you out like a gentleman and pulling you close under his arm as he leads you up the lavish steps to the ornate wooded front door, Frost and the rest of the men close behind. The first thing that catches your attention are the two guards standing sentry at the entry way.
“Hello Boys. Is Victor in? I need to have a word with him” He smiled relatively innocently as the men looked him up and down. The looks on their faces told you they didn’t register who they were looking at as one of the men begins to talk.
“Ya don’t have an appointment get the fuck outta here freak.” Your mouth nearly hit the floor at the seer amount of stupid that just fell from this morons mouth. Feeling J stiffen besides you you knew this guy had seconds left in his miserable life. You snicker to yourself feeling sorry for the fucker. A bit to loudly apparently as you watch J’s attention shift to you looking down his nose before his entire demeanor changes. Leaning down with a nearly loving expression on his face he speaks to you.
“Would you do anything for me Kitten?” He asked sweetly leaving you a bit confused.
“Uhh… Yeah of course I would.” blinking the confusion out of your face and trying to look a bit more sure about your answer.
He leans down brushing his lips against the nap of your neck whispering his request.
“Would you kill for me? Huh, kill these men who just disrespected Daddy?” he gently caresses your face taking in your features.
Your eyes widen in recognition of what he just asked you, manage a quick nod of your head. He straightens his posture purring.
“God, your such a good girl.” He turn his attention back to the two men staring at the pair of you un-amused as he drags his hand down your face.
An idea pops into your head as his hand caresses your skin. You crumple in on yourself as if his touch tickled you greatly as you reached into your jacket gripping two daggers which rested there. In a blinding act of speed you flip around hurling the daggers and watching as they embed themselves right between the eyes of the two men splattering blood on the pair of you as their bodies fall limp at J’s feet, causing his booming laughter to fill the air. With a loud clap of his hands he yells “THAT MY GIRL!” pulling you up into his arms kissing you harshly before swinging the doors open and helping you over the bodies that lay in your path. You take in your surroundings as you enter the main room. Tacky wallpaper decorated the foyer and intricate carvings adorned a fireplace in the corner of the room ‘damn with a little paint this place would be perfect.’ Your attention is drawn to a man sitting on a Victorian style couch with his back towards you oblivious to the fact the devil just breezed through his front door. Releasing you from under his arm J silently stalks up to the man before tightly grasping his shoulders causing the man to jump at the shock of it. “Victor, Victor, Victor… What am I gonna do with you? Hmm.” J’s voice was low as he tightens his grip on the mans shoulders causing him to shrink away from the touch. “J… I, I wasn’t expecting you.” quickly you find a place on a near by couch staying out of J’s way as you watch him work. He beings to cackle as he walks around to stare Victor in the face. “OH I’m sure you weren’t-” he trailed of taking in the fear the man was exuding, getting his sick pleasure from it and reveling in the moment. “- and here I thought we were friends Victor.” “We are J, we are.” His voice was shaking, nearly a beg. “Oh really now? The last time I checked my ‘friends’ didn’t STEAL MY DAMN DRUGS!” turning to you with a sadistic smile “Now do they Kitten?” Caught of guard he was bringing you into his business you stride over to him, leaning in and allowing him to put an arm around you. “No Puddin’. They most certainly do not.” “J please, I’ll get you your money! Just PLEASE DON’T KILL ME!” J pulls you in tighter laughter ripping through him. “OH I’m not gonna kill ya! Imma let ya run.” shock and confusion paint both your faces. “Your gonna let him go? After he stole from you?” a sly grin is all you got in response. “I would run if I were you Victor. And fast. Before I change my mind.” Victor takes a moment before sprinting to the door. Looking down J whispers “You think you can hit a moving target Doll Face.” I smirk more confident in yourself as you draw your pistol and aim at the running man. A single shot rings from your gun and Victor falls dead before he can reach the nearest car. “Oh my pretty pretty pretty-” he cooed “Imma have so much fun with you.”Throwing you on the couch he straddles you, placing his hand on the back of your neck trapping you in a deep kiss.—————————–To Be Continued—————————————-
To Each and Every One of You
I wanted to thank all my followers for making today so special!
Today is the one month mark that I’ve been using this as a Joker blog!!!
In this short time not only have I gained over 600 followers!!! I have received so much love and complements for stories I almost deleted. I’ve made friends who have stayed up with me all night listening to me complain about being hurt. And have also made some great new friends in fellow bloggers such as @sxcker-for-pain @sinfullyloyalsaint @butthedrugslike-me @harleylovespuddin88 @sweet-talkkin and @sonicscrewdriverandtulips all who not only support me here but also make my new Role Play blog @uncensored-and-psychotic-rp extremely excited and enthralling!
To top this all off I’ve found myself in gripping tales of intrigue with my very own Mistah J and a very salty Frosty! Something I’ve grown to look forward to every day and has even inspired me to write some new fics based on our adventures into the fantastic and dark underbelly of Gotham!
So before this turns into a book I just wantes to say thank you. To each and every one of you crazy, lovely, psychopathic angels! You make this worth doing!
Yours Completely and truly,
Uncensored-and-Psychotic
AkA: Micaela
Whispers
[Late night short] Unable to express his feelings to Harley when she's awake he waits for her to fall alseep. Gently caressing her porcelain skin and tracing her tattoos as she sleeps he will on rare occasions giver her gental kisses on her forehead being careful not to wake her and whispers something along the lines of 'I love ya Baby Doll' 'Daddy loves his Princess' 'I love ya Harls' But can never bring himself to say it to her face. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Sometimes late at night when Mistah J thinks Harley is sleeping she'll hear him talk to her. Softly explaining his day and leaving gentle kisses on her forehead. On the rare occasion she has even heard him whisper things like 'I love ya Baby Doll' 'Daddy loves his Princess' 'I love ya Harls' Which makes her heart skip a beat. Though she never lets him know she's heard him because she knows he's not good at handling emotions. So she keeps the secret of his love between herself, the bed sheets, and the cool night air that carries his sweet words to her ear. Ushering her into her dreams of what a normal life with J would be like.