TDK Trilogy: Imagine the Joker taking an interest in you at one of Bruce Wayne’s parties.
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PARTY CRASHER
Bruce definitely liked to host parties, even at times like these, when a literal killer clown was at large, and he had already barged into one of his parties. But this was his birthday, and it was different in his opinion. But Bruce was being reckless if you were asked, the problem was that you didn’t find the idea of confronting your boss very appealing. So you just kept on smiling as you laid down glasses of champagne and wine into tables and practicing occassional small talk.
But the moment you exited the living room and out of the sight of the guests, your smile died and you started muttering your frustration to yourself. Bruce’s friends weren’t all his actual friends, some were his businness partners and their whole energy just bloomed with arrogance and that they held your worth as low as they thought of a street dog. You were nothing, just a servant who doesn’t deserve even a thank you when you laid them a plate of medium steak.
You swung the door to the linen closet open and threw the rag to the laundry basket, before walking over to the shelf to get a new one.
“You look, ah, not very service-friendly,” you suddenly heard from behind you and whipped around to see the very person you had been afraid of to barge in. The Joker had stood in the corner of the room, but was now taking slow steps towards you.
“How did you get in?” you squeaked out, trying to seek out the emergency button with your hand, but The Joker noticed your hand wandering and immediately grabbed you, pulling you flush against him and pressing the knife against your cheek.
“Now, that’s very nice to greet a, ah, guest,” he murmured, his foul breath fanning against your face.
You swallowed, staring at the tip of the knife that was dangerously close to your eyeball. “You’re not Mr. Wayne’s guest.”
He grinned. “I’m not his guest. I came to meet, ah, you.”
You blinked. “Me?”
He shifted slightly. “I saw you earlier. You have fight in you, frustration against the elite of Gotham.”
You frowned. “Where did—”
He tightened his hold on your face. “Shh, does it matter? I saw you, I saw the potential in you, and that’s something, ah, I want to have.”
The blade pressed on your cheek so hard now that it was just about to draw blood. You felt tears coming up, maybe from the pressure on your face, maybe from fear, maybe because your heart thumped so fast and it messed up with your tear canals somehow. He swiped his gloved thumb under your eye. “Aw doll, don’t cry. I just, ah, want you to know you would do better than this, serving the so-called elite of Gotham.”
You trembled slightly in his hold, before he finally released you and dug out the inside of his coat, before showing one of his many Joker cards. “Here’s my card, in case you, ah, want to find your true potential.”
He leaned over, laying the card on the table behind you, before brushing his hand over your cheek again. Then, he walked out of the door and disappeared, likely the same way he came from, because you didn’t hear any sounds of commotion. You leaned against the table behind you, breathing fast, feeling the imprint of the blade on your cheek. Every single cell of you told you to pick up the card and run to Bruce, but instead, you picked it up and stared at it… before you pocketed it.
You weren’t even sure why, but you had a feeling things were changing soon.
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You totally don't have to write this if you're not comfortable, but imagine reader being taken by batman since he's suspicious of her and J finds out and is beyond mad but she comes back unharmed? I hope that makes sense like how would he feel? Again you don't have to do if you don't like this idea ♥️♥️
I haven't written for J or seen TDK for a while so it might be inaccurate on the Batman side of things. I hope you enjoy this, nonnie, I love this idea!❤️
TW; morally ambiguous reader, reader is intelligent, reader gives no fucks and matches J's energy, kidnapping situation, mentions of reader being tied up and receiving relevant minor injuries, several mentions of J training reader to handle this scenario
It had been, by all accounts, a civil kidnapping.
You had been walking home and had been grabbed, pulled into an undercover cop van, driven what felt like seven to nine blocks away from your intended location to an old warehouse which was clearly where Batman operated on a bigger scale, offered a drink - which you had declined with urgency due to the risks of being poisoned, drugged, or something underhanded, tied up somewhat roughly, and then interrogated to within an inch of your life.
As someone very used to J and his eccentricities, Batman's methods were... somewhat lacking on the intimidation side of things, and you struggled to keep from laughing a few times. It was almost pathetic, and the line of questions were almost insulting considering he was suspicious of you and your connection to J.
He was right to be suspicious, but he didn't need to know that.
Still, you played along, you boded your time, you played sweet and ignorant, and you knew that they didn't know you were lying through your teeth. You weren't going to compromise or give anything away no matter what they did to you or how many times they threw curve-balls at you. They asked you multiple questions in multiple different ways, hoping to catch you off guard, hoping to catch you in your lies, but they never did. J had prepared you very well for this kind of situation.
In the end, they gave up. Whether it was Batman or someone else who decided, it mattered not. One of J's double-agent goons had found out that you had been kidnapped, relayed it back to J, and he was livid.
By the time you were driven home and thrown/manhandled out of the same van and onto your doorstep, J was there waiting for you.
The second you were safely inside and the door was locked behind you, J was all over you like a bad smell - really, you needed to remind him to shower sooner rather than later - walking around and circling you like a bird of prey.
J was ranting and raving about the situation. You were so used to his dramatics that you almost wanted to roll your eyes, you almost wanted to tell him to let you be because it wasn't that big of a deal - he had trained you for this - but you knew that J was showing you, in his own very misguided and unusual way, that he cared about you.
So you let him circle you, you let him gently grab you, you let him pull you this way and that, but at one point you snapped and said, "I'm fine, J!" You were completely unharmed other than the slight redness around your wrists and ankles from where you had been tied up, but it was nothing a little extra care over the next week or so wouldn't be able to fix.
"Fine?" J spat back sarcastically, his tone biting. He rifled around in his pockets, muttering "nope, nope, uhhhh no, not that one," but never tipping things onto the floor as he felt around for what he was looking for. He pulled out a small tin, flicked it open, and smeared his gloved fingers inside before lathering the substance all over your wrists; it was clumsily, lazily done, but with as close to a good intention as you would get with someone like J. "It, uh, ain't fine, toots. Nothin' about this is fine."
J snapped the lid shut, shoved it back in his pocket, and you could tell that he was at least surface-level disgruntled by the fact that you had been kidnapped, but also proud that you had held your own using his training. It validated that you paid attention to him, you listened to him, and it helped him to see that he was capable of looking after you even when he wasn't around to do that.
He'd have to give that double agent of his a raise...
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If this is triggering pls skip I don't wanna make you uncomfortable in anyway 🩷, but how would J feel if he found out his S/O has an abusive boss? Ik he would be angry and stuff but what would he do?
Hey nonnie🫂I totally get it, I work in an abusive workplace myself so I understand. I hope this offers you & anyone else who can relate some comfort. We deserve better.💖
J would definitely be angry.
However, and this is the bit you might not like - he'd be angry at your boss and at you.
Angry at your boss for abusing their staff rather than adhering to the duty of care which employers legally have towards their employees, and angry at you for staying there for as long as you do once the red flags starts to stack up.
He wonders what the straw will be which breaks the camel's back - what will it take for you to leave?
J's highly intelligent, he understands the dynamics of any kind of abusive relationship. He knows it's hard to spot the signs, more so if the abuse is happening at work. He knows that once you're in an abusive relationship, it's even harder to leave. He knows the logistics; you need the money, the economy doesn't have many jobs going right now so you need to stay where you are... on and on the reasons go as to why you can't - won't - leave your workplace.
But that doesn't mean he has to like it. J doesn't have to like it, not one bit.
He's watched you come home in tears on multiple occasions, and he's heard from some of his men that you've cried on your way home in the streets, too, though that's subtler than how you cry in the shower when you think he isn't home. He's home more than you think he is. J takes good care of what's his and how can he take care of you if he isn't home?
J is angry at you for not leaving, but he understands that it's easier said than done, he's seen it time and again in the people who walk the streets with their shoulders curled inwards and their heads down, like the weight of the world is slowly settling on their shoulders, hammering them closer to the ground as they get stomped on each and every day.
Your boss is the hammer, and you're the nail.
One more good swing, J reckons, and you're done for.
Except it doesn't seem to be, as you take swing after swing after swing, and still you go to work, still you try your best, still you kill yourself to live. And J's frustration grows and grows; you don't have to live like this, but you want to work, you don't want to live solely off of J's lucrative crimes. It's tempting sometimes, and you'd be a liar if you said it wasn't.
But you're too proud for that, and so you take the hits without leaving your abusive boss.
Realising after some months that you're not going to do anything about your situation of your own accord - it's been years - J starts to intervene in his own ways. Making sure there's an accident on the road your boss takes to work so that they are delayed for some time, making sure that they can't get the coffee they want first thing in the morning due to some kind of supplying issue even though they had it in abundance yesterday morning... on and on the inconveniences go, and their severity depends on how much you were abused the last time you were at work.
J holds you when you cry, he listens to you rant, he gives you sage advice only when you ask for it, and he only listens when you don't. He supports you, in his own ways, but he's very angry, make no mistake. His tone is especially biting when you make threats to quit, and he thinks finally, and then you don't. You stay. That same nail in the same wall with that same hammer.
How much more can you take, J wonders? He's proud of you, he's angry at you, he cares and he is curious about what you're going to do. All of these things at once, his thoughts like trains with no final destinations, but he knows that one day you will leave, and he will celebrate with you when you do.
Hi there, hello😊💜 I have a rather self-indulgent J question. If that's okay. But do you think he'd be protective of his s/o if he found out that they live and work in a super sketchy neighborhood? Stuff like not a single quiet night. Theft and other safety and health issues are always on the agenda, next to being worked to the bone. I'm just wondering because yeah🙃 Sending you all of my love and hugs, you're incredible🫂💖💕
Hey hi hello Sue🥺💖
Self-indulgent J questions are more than welcome, it's been a while since I got sent one!👀
I think J would be very protective of his s/o, even if they lived in a wealthy area with a low crime rate. He takes care of his possessions, his plans, so he takes extra care with you (perhaps it makes up for the lack of care he pays to his men and to himself).
With sirens blaring on almost every street, with the distant sound of smashing glass and running feet, the odd scream and frantic yell, it's not unusual for a stray car to go blazing down your road, waking you up from your threshold consciousness as distantly you wonder where your clown is. You're exhausted, worked to the bone at your job, overworked and underpaid (as are we all), and then you go home to worry about having your home broken into (by someone other than J; he likes to keep you on edge with that sometimes), to be kept awake by all of the aforementioned noises... but J protects you, even and especially when you think he's far away or disinterested or anything else you tell yourself to cause yourself displaced pain late at night. You internalise your frustration with your life, and J is often the focus of such destructive thoughts.
But he does protect you. He knows most of the plans that go on in your area; all of his men are trained to spy on the lower-class criminals, while J spies on the upper-class criminals (they're the most boring ones, extremely predictable, which only makes it too easy for J to blow up one of their cars just for fun). Between he and his men, there is always a car stationed a block or so away from your workplace. A different car every shift, and every morning you wake up with a number plate drawn on the condensation of your mirror or scrawled in lipstick across the shower tiles or on your fridge. Always erasable, and never the same number plate twice.
Twice is a choice, predictable, an almost established pattern - dangerous. Only too easy for harm to come to you. Unthinkable.
The car will take you home before it's sent to be destroyed, the man will be killed later on. You never travel home in the same car, and you never have the same driver. J does not trust his men. They are dispensable. He always sees to their death himself; he's the only one he trusts, because someone else could say they killed the man who drove you home, but actions and words are different. J only trusts the former. The latter is mere decoration; it's nice, but it isn't necessary.
You walk yourself to work, or you take the bus or catch a taxi, but you are always delivered home. Anyone who gives you grief at work is mysteriously a winner of the lottery a week later and then they're inspired to travel the world or whatever it is people who suddenly come into an obscene amount of money do (J doesn't care, he just wants them to go. away), or they're gotten rid of in a messier, but much more fun way. Your rent is always somehow paid - J doesn't want you worrying about that. You can get your own groceries and whatnot, but the rent is always paid for you. When a night of crime is on the horizon for where you live, J 'advises' you stay home and men are posted around your entire neighbourhood to make sure that harm doesn't come close.
A good dose of fear is healthy in moderation, but it's everywhere for you because of where you live, and J tries to minimise it if you want him to. You wouldn't even need to ask for him to do it, he knows what you want and need. Reading you is easy for the man who spends the majority of his time with you, and he has a detailed knowledge of your many intricacies. You're always so tired from being kept awake by the noises outside your home, and J does what he can to make sure that word gets around about your neighbourhood being a, uh, ba-ad place to cause chaos in. It ain't much fun since there's not much to do there.
In truth, J is protecting you. Quieter nights, nicer co-workers; he does what he can. He never takes credit for it, he never tells you what he's done for you. But you know. You know how quiet J's love is, and yet you can hear him yelling it at you. It's loud and clear so there's no misunderstandings between the two of you and your place in his life is concrete, just as his place in your life is.
He is the chaos, and you are the every day. Mundane, but not boring. J is the fireworks in the sky, green and purple so you know it's him thinking of you and letting you know in one of his favourite ways. Red if he's telling you to stay home tonight, blue if he's telling you it's safe. Secret, careful ways, but you've learned them well across the time you've both been together.
You are the safe and warm home that J can get cleaned up in, rest in, you provide him with a reason to do what he does - not that he needs one, of course, J does what he does because he can and it's fun and he's good at it. You are the stillness of the night, the solace, the peace and the one thing J is extremely protective of.
Nothing and no one harms you. Nothing and no one can even get close, they die before they so much as think about it because J knows. He always knows.
Eeee I just love your writing! If you’re still taking requests, how would J (TDK) react to the reader being a meta? I can’t choose between him not caring at ALL versus him being totally enraptured. Anyways, hope you have a great day OP!
Thank you nonnie!🖤I'm extremely busy between family coming over to stay for the weekend right before I go away for a few days, working, looking after the house with my roommate, looking after my cat, studying, shopping... 🥱I hope you're having a good day too!
Thank you to @hersweetrevenge for explaining what a metahuman was!! And also thank you to my brother @whattfispasta69 for agreeing with you, nonnie! My brother said, and I quote, "from J's perspective, Batman is fucking boring, he's just a whiny orphan, so if you're a metahuman, he's cackling and bouncing around having FUN!!!" 🤣🤣🤣
I think you and my brother are both right, nonnie.
I think to start with, J is very enraptured! He's a self-proclaimed dog chasing a car, he's running after an ideal (Gotham on fire) but if he ever caught it, he wouldn't know what to do with it! So he chases, he has fun, he adores the chaos (as long as he's the one creating it), but it gets to the point where he really has to think about how to create a storm, because otherwise he could be - and here, J feels a bit sick - predictable.
So if you're a metahuman with some kind of 'extra' ability, J's gonna be like a dog with a bone, gnawing on you - how you work, why you work, what your abilities are, if there are any adaptations made to your body, how far you can go before your human nature kicks in, how twisted your morals can become before your consciousness starts to protest... over and again, J turns you around in his mind like a Rubix cube, asking questions, observing, and after a while... he does solve you.
All good things come to an end, after all.
So J goes from whooping and cackling from when he first meets you, truly enjoying the chase, savouring all of the possibilities, all of the novelty of you, and then, when he figures you out, when he's seen you in action and provoked you into giving a reaction, when he's seen you ethereal and on cloud nine and at rock bottom and everywhere in between, he then just... accepts it. He stops asking questions, he stops observing, but he still uses your abilities to the best of his advantage.
It benefits you, of course, if your agenda aligns with his, and if it doesn't, well... Batman's boring. And you? Oh, you're right there to torment.
(So, nonnie, he goes from totally enraptured to complete 'I don't give a shit'. How long he stays in enrapture depends on what kind of metahuman you are. The more complex you are, the more involved J is.)
