#jonnyjonnyfrost

[malicendredwine]

Bored Joker

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Joker let out an exaggerated sigh. Taking the neck of the half empty bottle of jack and threw it as hard as he could at the wall. It smashed against the wall, getting glass and alcohol all of the floor. He frowned at the mess, that didn’t make him feel better at all. 

“Jonny!” Joker yelled through the house but he was sure the man already heard the glass meeting the wall. When the man came into view his frown deepened, almost on the verge of anger. “I am bored out of my fucking mind!” Batman wasn’t in the city and he didn’t want to deal with those stupid damned brats.

[audreyannerp]

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[imnotyouralice]

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Send me "&" for my muses reaction to yours tracing one of their scars.

The sensation makes him jerk his head back instinctively, just like a dog does when a hand of a stranger makes an attempt to pet it. The Joker is fighting the instant urge to stab his henchman in the chest/heart/jugular, gut him, bite his fingertips off for invading his personal space so unceremoniously. He wants to try every option so he can decide which one's the most fun.

That is a veeery bold move and that'll cost him. The Joker will make sure of it. He never thought Jonny Jonny had the balls to touch his trademark Glasgow smile, the scars that define him. He wonders if Frost suddenly got bored with his life -- he must be, since he has ended up working for him. The Joker is well aware what effect his facial scars have on people -- some would get scared or repulsed, some would try to look away, and some would just stare, absolutely transfixed. He's caught Jonny staring so many times. Maybe it's time to tell him a story...

White painted face cringes in annoyance and disgust and the Joker bares his teeth, black-ringed eyes darken as he looks at Frost menacingly. He hates it. Completely despises every second of his touch on the mangled flesh of his face.

"You look jealous, Jonnyyyyy." Joker chuckles but there's no amusement in his eyes. "Like what'cha see?" He mocks, voice deep and nasally. "How 'bout I give ya a smile to match my own? Hmmm?" There's a click of a switchblade and, without warning, he presses the knife to the goon's mouth.

"Wanna know... how that feels. to have scars. like these-ah?"

[the-last-laugh]

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"Frosty!! Where are you?"

[babydxhl]

[ ROOFTOP ] (this one was made for him asdfghj)

first meeting prompts | still accepting.

It was too cold out here. The breeze whipped at her hair, her eyes, made her blink back a sharp flash of tears — it keened, a thin background wail behind the city's traffic, the shouting voices on the street below.

Mary heard the heavy exit door shudder closed behind her back, but her gaze remained fixed on the — somehow alarming? somehow frail? — silhouette at the building's edge. Like somehow had painted the figure of a man to black out the city lights.

"No man means evil but the devil," she said, by way of greeting, "and we shall know him by his horns."

A fluid, practiced motion: she slipped the cigarette pack from her coat pocket, transferred one to her mouth, held out the open pack to him expectantly. There was a long pause, during which Mary settled herself prim and proper on the ledge, feet dangling safely a foot above the concrete, instead of 200 feet above the pavement.

"Should I be concerned?"

[babydxhl]

🩸& very weary prbly from a crazy traumatizing night w Joker and coming to Mary for refuge

misc action memes | still accepting.

The silence that blankets the front hall of her apartment — Mary, leaning against a doorframe, silhouetted in a rectangle of warm kitchen light, and Jonny, still in the door, ghoulish — is almost a solid weight pressing down on both of them. Mary thinks faintly, if she had been younger, it might have curved her shoulders, sent her eyes down.

As it is she only flicks her gaze back toward the still dark living room, dismissing Miriam and her drawn weapon. No threat, not here, not even in the middle of the night. She inhales, and the smell of iron clings to the back of her throat. Her expression is unreadable.

"Your blood or someone else's?" she asks quietly, after a long moment.

[babydxhl]

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Send a 👫 and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship

Mary lies to Jonny a lot, more than she lies to most people really. It’s like a tic - she can’t help it, she wants to see what he’ll believe. Inconsequential things, mostly, but once or twice things that really mattered (the obvious one aside). 

He reminds her of her father in a way she can’t quite explain. There’s a certain similar weakness, a certain similar kindness, and it leaves her with a black kind of a hate in her gut. She has never told Jonny anything about her family.

Once he finds out who she is she’s all for cheerfully stealing his cigarettes. But she’s just overall light fingered beyond that anyway - she has a dozen little trinkets and junk from Jonny’s apartment she’s just taken, dozens more she’s snatched and simply tossed out afterwards. 

A few times she’s called him for a lift from Arkham - it can be refreshing for her, when she’s fresh out and doesn’t feel like listening to her own henchmen worry and bother her constantly.