#midwaycity

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Actually me T H O

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Joker cosplay by @wildcardcosplay on Instagram 🃏💚

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NOT EVEN SORRY

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Tbh
I 
LOW-KEY 
feel like 
Mistah J
Would be 
H E L L A good
at
eatin 
Pussy
💦 Gif: @murderous-manipulative-angel Although I found this on google and saw multiple ones of this but chose the best one 😂❤️

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Endgame Joker cosplay by my sweetie bear @wildcardcosplay on Instagram 🃏💚

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Joker Imagine - First Kiss

Synopsis - Y/N has never had her First Kiss. Upon realising this, Mistah J would like to change that. Warnings - None Y/N sat and twiddled her thumbs , figuring out what to do with her time as Mistah J worked in his office on some heist plans. She quietly thought to herself how normal couples would be out on movie dates, or in between the sheets. But not her and Mistah J. He was so busy all of the time that it was rare they actually get to spend some good time together. Whether that be going on date at a fancy restaurant or spending time with eachother at home, there was no in between. Y/N was snapped quickly out of her thoughts as she heard J call after her from his office. "Y/N could you come in here please?” He called, his voice sounding serious, but not in any way angry. He never ever said please if he wanted Y/N’s attention. So this was something serious no doubt. Y/N fast-walked to J’s office to see what was troubling him. "What’s the matter J? You want another cup of coffee?” She asked, pointing at the coffee mug on his desk. "No doll, I’m good. Take a seat.” He asked, gesturing toward the seat in front of him. Y/N walked over to the seat in front of Joker. Just before she sat down, J spoke again. "Actually, why don’t ya come sit on Daddy’s lap?” He purred, patting his knee. Y/N uncomfortably sat on J’s knee, trying not to move too much "What’s the matter Dollface? Something troubling ya?” He asked, holding Y/N’s hand. "There’s uhm … there’s something I wanna tell you …” Y/N said shyly, looking down at her feet. "And what might that be, hmm?” J asked with curiosity. "I’ve never …. I’ve never had my first kiss.” Y/N replied, her cheeks turning red with embarrassment. She felt as though she was going to cry. J used his fingers to tilt Y/N’s face back up, so he could look into her E/C eyes. "I figured.” He said softly. Y/N’s eyes widened with shock at how he’d figured it out. "I figured because every time I go to make a move on you; whether that be to give you a kiss or something more, you wriggle out of it…” Y/N hid her face behind her hands at his words, tears stinging her eyes as someone like Joker, who’s had experience with things like kissing and much more, had chosen to be with someone like her who’d never done anything like that before, ever. J took Y/N’s hands away from her face and held them with his hands. "I’d like to change that for you, would that be okay, Doll?” He asked. Y/N nodded in response as she mentally prepared herself for what was about to take place; not that this was that big of a deal for J, mind you. J gently placed his hands either side of Y/N’s face and studied her features. "You’re so beautiful, ya know that?” He said, rubbing his thumb across her cheek. Y/N placed her hand on top of his and smiled a little. J leaned in slowly and planted a soft kiss onto Y/N’s lips. He pulled back after to see her reaction. Her cheeks were slightly pink from his actions. Y/N placed her hands on his face and connected her lips with his dark red ones. She moaned slightly as she felt J’s younger dance with hers as the kiss deepened with lust + passion. Y/N pulled away from J’s lips, he let out a satisfied purr. J pulled Y/N into a sweet hug, something he didn’t do that often but, in a moment like this, he thought to do so.

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Harleen and Joker argue (BTS footage of the highway scene)

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You Miss Me? Chapter 1 - Session One

I tapped the edge of my clipboard with my pen, waiting for the time to come. Today was my first session with The Joker; The Clown Prince of Crime. It took a lot of convincing to become his regular therapist, but Dr.Arkham finally gave in. The clock struck 1:30, it was time. I walked down the corridors, going past some of the Nut Jobs this place houses. I reached my final destination. The words "Doctor Harleen Quinzel" in block letters were on the heavy metal door, and a little "Do not Disturb" sign underneath my name. I took a deep breathe, exhaling quickly as i opened the heavy door, shutting it behind me. And there he was in all his true glory. His green hair slicked back with uttermost neatness, his blue/green orbs met mine as I studied his facial features. A smug evil smile spread across his face, revealing his pale yellow teeth. I nodded my head at the guards either side of him, both of them left at my command, shutting the door behind them. I made my self comfortable in the chair at the opposite end of the desk, flicking through Joker's case file to find the appropriate information for today's session. "Sir, my name is Doctor. Harleen Quinzel. I'm a new Psychiatrist here at Arkham and I'll be taking charge of your therapy sessions from here on out." I said to the Clown sat before me, my words came out in a fast, but calm manner. "My dear you can call me Mistah J, sir is simply .... too formal for my liking." Joker sneered, leaning against the restraints of his straight jacket. "As you wish, Mistah J." I sighed. "Now, well be talking about Desire in today's session. Firstly, I'd like to ask you some questions." I stated, linking my fingers together placing my hands on the table. No words came out from Joker's mouth, therefore I proceeded to ask the questions I had written down in my notebook. "What's your biggest desire in life? Would it be that of the Batman? Killing innocent people for fun? ...." I asked. A low growl left Joker's lips before he proceeded to speak. "Hmm ... well the Bat is my main priority, trying to make the city a better place! But oh no, no no no my dear, he simply can't see help, even when it's right there in front of him ...." J said. I raised an eyebrow at his response, but I wanted to know more. "Continue." I stated. "You see, for years I've been trying to lend the Bat a helping hand in order to mark Gotham on the map. But no, he refuses to let a felon get in his way." J continued, growling in anger at the thought of not helping his beloved 'friend'. I write down some notes of what he gave as an answer, I could feel his eyes burning into me as I did so, even without having to look at him. "Anything else you'd like to add to that? Or perhaps there's other things that you desire to do?" I asked. "Hmm, I must admit Doc you are a lovely thing" J sneered, leaning against the table as much as his straight jacket allowed him to. I just half-heartedly smiled at his words, not wanting things to escalate into something that it shouldn't. "I must ask, do your friends call you Harley, Harleen?" "No, I don't have many friends" I said. "Well Harley, you've got one now." He replied, smiling that demonic smile of his in my direction. I smiled a more comforting smile in his direction, to which a satisfied purr left his lips. There was something about this man, this criminal, that was drawing me in. In an odd way if that, he was beautiful to look at. Behind all of the crimes he'd committed, the awful, awful things he's done to those innocent people, there was something beautiful about the damaged soul sitting across from me. I was seeing beauty through darkness. I snapped myself from my thoughts immediately to see him again, leaning across the table that separated us. His ruby stained lips pursed slightly outwards. In the back of my mind, I knew from his actions he'd got me under his 'spell'. He really does desire me. I sat up from my chair and leaned forward too. Our faces, and lips just a mere few inches apart. I needn't wait long before he closed the gap between us; connecting his stained lips with my baby pink ones. The kiss didn't grow too rough, but was still full of passion. After what felt like a couple of minutes if that, Joker broke the kiss and moved back to sit down in his chair. I did the same and moved back to sit down, tucking a stray piece of blonde hair back behind my ear and feeling my cheeks with my hand, they were noticeably quite warm. Looking up at the clock it was 2:30, which meant it was the end of our session. I pressed the button under my side of the desk which triggers a light outside the office. The same guards from before came back in with a wheelchair, ready to take J back to cell 0801, the cell he called home. "Our next session will be tomorrow at 1:30 once again." I stated. "Sureee, looking forward to your company once again Doc" J cackled, as he was carted out of my therapy room back down to his cell. I could hear his demonic laughter bouncing off the walls even from a distance.