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Jokers Daughter Imagine: The Return

Request: (anon) First I want to say that I love you and that you're work is amazing. You're so creative and reading your posts always make me smile. Unless they're sad ;-; Anyway, could you maybe write something where at the age of 12, the jokers daughter goes missing thanks to one of his business partners kidnapping her and when she's 17, she suddenly appears at the doorstep, drenched from the rain and covered in cuts and bruises.

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Monster T sat in the VIP booth across from Joker fidgeting and sweating, his heart was beating so fast he was sure Joker could see it pulsating through his skin and jacket. He raised his hands in defense and submission all at once.

“Mr. J, I didn’t mean any disrespect. I came here with some offers, welcome you back to the world, back to business.” he said trying to keep his voice steady.

“Oooooh are you sweet talkin me now?” Joker hissed at him then mocking him with the smile stamped on his hand.

The Joker was willing to forgive crosses against himself if it meant he could get a good deal, but his daughter was different. When Monster T came in and started eyeing you up he was a dead man walking.

“I didn’t know she was your daughter.” he continued. Not appreciating being jerked around. He tried to control his anger. “I didn’t know she was so young.”

“One…. two…. three….” Joker started counting his fingers confusing Monster T. “eight…. nine…. ten….” Joker stopped and looked up at him. “Looks like I’ve run out of fingers.” Joker stood up and approached him like an animal stalking his prey. In one swift motion he grabbed T’s hand and snapped two fingers until the nails reached the back of his hand. He went swirling to the floor in pain. “Eleven...twelve. There we have it! My daughter is twelve. But I’m sure you didn’t know that huh?”

Joker didn’t even give the man time to answer before he pulled out his gun and fired a bullet into his skull, hitting his eye tattoo exactly on mark. Joker motioned with his hand for Frost to come over and take the body away. In just a few seconds he went from a violent hunched over creature to brushing his hair back and sauntering to his seat eloquently. “Dump him somewhere his buddies will see him, maybe that will teach the whole lot of them finally.” Joker huffed out “And send the princess over.”

“Yes boss.” Frost picked up the man’s legs by the ankles and dragged him out of the VIP booth. He called over to some goons that were free and pointed at the body. “By the docks.” He said before heading to the main floor and making his way through the crowd.

You were sitting behind the bar with your body guard next to you, the bartender refilling your virgin Shirley Temple and dropping a cherry in it. You sat in awe watching your mother dance in her gold dress and jewelry. You wanted to be like her someday. You shook out of your day dream when you saw your Uncle Johnny coming and jumped over the bar to run to him. You wrapped your hands around his waist to hug him and he chuckled as her returned the favor.

“Your dad wants to see you hun.” he said with a smile. You shook your head and grabbed his hand and he led you through the crowd of people. When you got to the VIP booth you saw a goon cleaning up the floor.

Daddy must have just finished work, you thought to yourself. When Joker saw his daughter his icy blue eyes lit up and turned warm. He extended an arm out for you to run into and be beside him. He wrapped his hand around your shoulder and you felt the cool touch of his rings that gave you goosebumps.

“Princess you’re going to be going home early tonight.” he said not making eye contact, knowing you would be upset.

“But daddy why? I want to watch mommy dance more. I always ride home with you guys in the lambo.” you said trying to guilt trip him.

“I know baby but tonight you have to leave. Someone wasn’t nice to you and I don’t want it happening again.” he said sternly signaling for you to stop protesting.

“Looks as though you took care of it.” you teased him and look down at you with a smirk.

Feeling bad that he was making you leave and prideful that you wanted to stay with him he cut you some slack. “Howabout one of the guys takes you home in the lambo? So you don’t go home completely heartbroken huh?” he grinned.

You crossed your arms and tapped your foot pretending to contemplate and keep you in suspense. He mimicked your actions to make you break down and laugh. “Okay okay okay I guess that’s fine daddy.” He took your face in his hands and planted a kiss in the center of your forehead. A perfect parallel for what he had done just a few moments ago. He snapped his fingers and Frost came back over.

“Take her home please Frost and take the lambo.” Joker said dangling the keys. When Frost reached for them Joker pulled them back. “And not a scratch on it.” he said before handing them over. Frost shook his head and extended his hand for you to take. The two of you wandered outside and got in the car home bound.

As the goons were dumping Monster T’s body off by the docks they were growing more nervous by the minute. It was still early in the night, people around, they could be easily seen. The dropped the body and quickly made their way back to the car. They sighed in relief for a moment before beginning to drive back to the main road. They felt the tension leave their bodies and as they reached to turn on the radio a parade of bullets fired through the windshield. Their bodies rattled back and forth with blood spewing. Loud screams and tires screeching raced past their car and to the docks. The car came to a halt and four men jumped out and ran over to Monster T’s body.

“I knew it! I knew it! I fucking knew it!” one screamed. “We should never have let him go there alone. That fuckin clown is crazy!.” the other three men stood silent, mourning the loss of their crew member. They knew they were wrong to let him go and were on their way to try and take their mistake back, but it was too late. “If that clown wants a war, then that’s what he’ll get.” the man said before heading back to the car and the other men followed him. “This time we fight fire with fire.” he said before they sped off.

You and Frost drove steady through the city back to the house, you gazed out the window taking in the moment. You were so content you laid your head back and closed your eyes listening to the sounds of gotham. You suddenly felt Frost’s hand gripping your arm, your eyes shot open and he had a terrified look on his face.

“Hold on.” he said as he slammed his foot on the gas, you looked in the rear view mirror and saw another car racing towards you. The passenger side window opened and a machine gun emerged. It started firing wildly and Frost grabbed your head and pushed it down so you wouldn’t be hit.

“There’s the lamborghini! Joker must be inside, keep shooting!” the men screamed in the car as they raced after what they thought would be simple revenge.

Frost was losing control of the lambo as bullets destroyed the tries. He tried desperately to keep the wheel straight to protect you but it was no use. The engine took too many hits and blew out right in front of your eyes. You wanted to stay strong but you wanted to cry for your father at the same time. The lambo swung off the road and skidded into a ditch. Frost threw himself in front on your and went out the windshield that had been shot out and banged his head on the front of the car. His weight stopped you from getting serious damage but the impact took your breath right out of your lungs and you passed out. The men drove over and opened up the car doors, to their surprise the Joker was nowhere to be found. Frost lifted his body up slowly and went to grab one of the men but they hit him in the forehead with the barrel of their gun.

“You know who this is gentlemen?” the leader said as a statement more than a question “This is the lil bitch the clown and that whack job girlfriend had.” the men stared at you passed out in awe. They had heard stories but hardly anyone saw you in the flesh. “This is the revenge, the power we need.” he said and poked your cheek with his gun. “She’s out cold. Take her to the car.”

‘What about the guy?” one of the men asked.

“Leave him. Someone needs to let the joker know who is in control now.”

The Joker sat and watched the rain in his once lavish mansion now rundown and dark, twirling a piece of his daughter's hair between his fingers. The days turned into weeks, weeks to months, and months to years. Today marked the 5th anniversary of the night he failed. Failed you, his reputation, his empire, everything he had built as the Joker. He never suspected that scum like Monster T would haunt him. His crew had all but taken Joker captive as well. He was under their control as long as they had you. He tried to disobey in the beginning but he soon learned that they were serious and they had to you. Each time he didn’t obey their commands they sent a piece of you. The first time it was a strand of hair, then the second time it was a whole lock of her long hair. It drove Joker more insane than he already was thinking they touched you and disrupted your perfection. He promised as long as they kept you alive and safe he would do what they asked. It involved giving up his club, the gun trades, the drug trades, everything. He wasn’t the king of gotham anymore, he was a puppet for the men. The Joker’s pride was taken away but it wasn’t as hard as he thought, he just wanted you safe. Sitting in arkham all those years ago before he ever met Harley he never imagined in this moment he would be at some type of peace. But when it all came down to it he was just happy he never got a body part in the mail.

The thing that was killing him was not knowing, seeing touching. Wondering what you were thinking. Killing himself thinking that he wasn’t there to wipe your tears away and to make you laugh. To wake up in the middle of the night with you next to him. He tore the entire city apart searching for you, but each time he got close they took you further away somewhere new. The one thing that kept him going was the thought of making them pay for it all. Then the doorbell rang he barely even noticed until he heard chains rattling closer to him. Frost approached him and Joker turned his head slightly to see the once mighty suited right hand man in dirty rag clothes and chained up like a prisoner.

“The door slave.” Joker said to him. The man he once considered a brother became the source of all his rage and the blame. Frost went to the door faced unrecognizable from all the beatings. When he opened it his jaw dropped and he let out an inhuman noise.

Joker immediately grabbed his gun thinking it was one of the crew members who had you coming back for more. When he pushed Frost out of the way and saw what stood in the doorway he dropped the gun to his side. There you stood. Your knees were bruised and your face had little cuts all over it. Your hands were completely covered in blood and you had a shard of glass gripped. Joker was frozen in time and didn’t know what to do. He wasn’t even sure if you were real.

For a moment he was so still he looked like a wax figure to you. You reciprocated the action and dropped the shard of glass to your side as he did the gun. You were the first to make the move and jumped at him and wrapped your arms around his waist.

“Daddy…” left your lips softly and the sound of your voice, more mature now but still the voice he’d know anywhere snapped him back into reality and he picked you up and held onto you tightly. He felt like he was going to faint or his knees were going to give out so he carried you and both rested on the couch.

You lifted your head from his shoulder and looked around. The house you loved as a child was broken down even more than your father was. You knew there wasn’t much time to waste as much as you wanted to stay in his arms, but you two had to move. You weren’t a little girl anymore and realized you had to be the strong one.

“How did you… how are you here?” he asked.

“I escaped. I broke a mirror and I just… I escaped. We have to get ready they might know I came here.” you said getting off the couch but your father grabbed your arm and pulled you back. He cupped your face in his hands and stared at you for a moment before kissing your forehead. The last thing he did five years ago with you. “Daddy please I..” you tried to resist, now wasn’t the time for bonding but the euphoric feelings of being back in his arms was overtaking you. You broke down in tears and wrapped your arms around his shoulders so tight you were scared you’d cut off his circulation.

Joker felt something start to rise from his stomach and into his chest. The feelings inside of him started changing like a light switch and his mind started to race a mile a minute. He got a slight headache after all the years of disassociating to all of a sudden be brought back. As you held onto him the feeling of being a protector reignited inside of him. Like he had a purpose again.

You unwrapped yourself from him and looked in his blue eyes. “I won’t lose you again.” he said, the first time you had heard his deep voice. You weren’t sure where to start, with what happened to you or tell him you knew what they had done to him. Before you could say anything he started up again. “What did they do to you?” he asked.

“Nothing too bad.” you said immediately not wanting to worry him. “Just some beatings but most of the time it was okay. I know what you did for me. I don’t know how to..”

“Shhh shhh princess.” he didn’t want to hear anymore, just some beatings, he scoffed when he thought about those words leaving your.

“I can take it daddy, I was fine.”

“I know you can. You’re mine. But because you're mine you shouldn’t have had to.” Joker looked over at Frost standing there not knowing what to do. “I made him pay for failing you.”

You finally understood who opened the door and were horrified. You got up and ran over to Frost and used your father's gun on the floor to shoot the chains off. Joker looked ashamed of himself after he saw you do this.

“We have to get them back. Frost isn’t to blame. We have to make them pay. We have to bring you back.” you said confidently and your father was taken aback by the woman you had become while you were away from him. He looked at you and noticed just how bad of shape he and the house were in. This was no condition for a princess to lay her eyes on he thought. Joker took a moment to embrace the strength flowing back into his veins.

Joker stood up and extended his hand for you to grab. You walked back over and took it. This time you reached up and cupped his face in your hands. He looked at you and saw that his sweet and innocent girl had been replaced by a woman filled with fire and a lust for blood. He liked what he saw. You turned out more like him than he had imagined.

“You have to become the king again.” you continued. As easy as snapping fingers Joker smiled that malicious and terrifying smile only he could. You matched it as best you could.

“Frost!” he called out for the first time in five years. “Get me a suit. Get me my guns. Get her something befitting of a princess.”

You looked over at your Uncle Johnny and nodded as if to let him know that things were finally back the way they were.

“And bring the car around. We’re going for a drive.”

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