#fuckyeahschemingjoker

“Good grief Aaron…”

Christine had been watching these reports for months, so many explosions with his face plastered all over it.  “Seems the boy finally grew into the spotlight.”  Tracking him was no easy feat and today she was going to make her way to a large empty building, a previous meat market that had been bought out and the owner mysteriously disappeared.  It had Aaron’s earmarks all over it, quiet and expensive.  With any luck she would find him this time and not just the occasional body left behind.

Exiting the subway system, walked down the building in question.  She stood for a moment and admired the water for a moment before approaching the entrance and… a man standing out front.  This was different.  “I’m looking to talk to your boss.”

“Probably not a good idea lady, now you need to get out of here.” Growling quietly, she walked forward and pressed the goon against the wall with her powers, listening to him scream as the walls gave way under the force she was using.  “I will not ask again.  If you want to stay separated from this wall, I suggest you take me in!”  Letting him fall to the ground, she smiled when he scurried up and led her inside.  Christine ignored the stares of the other men that were busy doing… whatever they were supposed to be doing.  They few that leered at her had the displeasure of their face finding the floor before they reached the offices.

“I’ve got it from here thanks.  If he shoots me, it won’t hurt for too long.”  Shooing the man away she simply walked into the office with a broad grin on her face, almost hoping she surprised him enough to shoot.  

“Well, well, well.  Look who thought he could just slip away from me, The Joker himself.  How’s it going puddin’?”  

it means so much to see this on my dash as an aro/ace with friends all across the aro/ace spectrum. there's nothing more calming than the feeling of support <3

It’s like a new generation of chain email!  Fine.  Let’s see how bad I am at this, and see if I can finish before my hotel wifi gives out again >_<

Adorable fluffy animals.  My desktop is still an arctic seal from back when my brother set it for the lulz.

When someone tells me they like my OCs, or characters like Ive.  Seriously, anyone who calls Ive a cutie absolutely makes my day (makes his day too xD).

Snow (although I may eat those words come winter this year).

When that thing you were working on FOREVER finally works perfectly.

Because I’m on Tumblr and the internet: warm and fuzzy headcanons and story ideas.  Never have enough of those.

welp better post them all it is the only solution >___>

This is sound logic.  I accept this.  Now to get my scanner to stop making things look so damn funny. (On a side note, I’m glad there are people out there enjoying the weird stuff that I post.)

"This is so much fun!!"  The exclamation was at least half true.  Kristina had moved in with Aaron a few months ago, deciding to lend her abilities to only his plans.  After all the times they had run into each other when she had been working for the other side, she grew tired of being pitted against a man she cared for.  As the last car went up in a fireball, Kristina took the Joker's hand and pulled him off running, a smile forming on her face as he laughed the whole way.

Kristina loved her life with him, everyday had something new for them todo.  But Aaron had drifted, he no longer held focus for revenge and clarity for the city.  His plans had fallen to simple vandalism, while the men who ruined him walked without fear.  That needed to change.

Bursting through the door of their home, if you wanted to call it that, Kristina shut the door firmly and locked it before looking at Aaron.  No one understood him behind closed doors, but she did.  He was a simple lived man, but his mind was twisted up like two different people battled for dominance.  

"Aaron, honey come here.  I need to talk to you."  

Instead of waiting for a yes, she pushed him back down on the couch and plopped on to his lap.  At least if she sat here she knew she would have his full attention, whether from discomfort or familiarity.