#johnniefrost

THE NEW WORLD ORDER. The world was DEAD. Everything that had ever mattered, everything that people held close to their HEARTS – all of it was GONE. The world had been flipped upside down and society had CRUMBLED. Nothing mattered anymore except for one thing – SURVIVAL. The only rule now that everyone followed, the only law that mattered, SURVIVAL at any COST, no matter what. This was the world now. It was NICE, it was SIMPLE, it was FUN, it was PERFECT. A world without any RULES, a world where it was KILLED or be KILLED – a world of DEATH and DECAY. A world where only the best of the best, the strongest of the strong where fit to call it home. It was an APOCALYPSE and he had a front row seat to it.

“And one more for the road –” The CROWBAR came down on the back of the skull, and AGAIN, and AGAIN. OVER and OVER – as he lifted it up into the air, the CRIMSON dripping down on his back as he brought it up and then down, OVER and OVER – HARDER and HARDER, FASTER and FASTER until only a PUDDLE remained. “I already said no —”

Another SURVIVOR, another lost SOUL trying to find SALVATION, trying to SURVIVE in a world that wanted you DEAD. Gotham was a WASTELAND – but it was HIS. It always had been – it always would be, even the end of the world would not change that. The CROWBAR was wedged in nice and tight in the CRACKED remains of what was once a head. His boot would be pressed down hard on the back of the CORPSE as he would tug it several times, trying to wriggle it free as the bones CRACKED, the flesh RIPPED as he yanked the CROWBAR right out of the head as his head turned – seemed he had MISCOUNTED his VISITORS, there was ONE more lurking in the DARKNESS.

“Come out, come out – I don’t bite – much. You came all this way for what? Salvation – there is no saving us anymore – this is what we are inside – and I wanna see what you look like inside.”

Johnnie had always known one day he would have gone too far, pushed the envelope of society until it burst at the seams. If she was being honest with herself, she expected to be swept away, she always stood so close to the bomb, it was what had thrilled her back in the day. The glitz and glam of her old world had been traded for the underworld she had learned to thrive it. It turned to be fortuitous, many hadn’t learned that way of life, and Johnnie had little interest in letting anyone learn. 

She had been left alone for the most part, reputation had saved her more times than what she would have liked to admit, although their hesitation in the end had been detrimental to their way of life. Above all else, she had survived, making her way to reported safer territories, she had thought it might have started to get better, there were less and less people looking for a fight, giving up what little possessions they had in the hopes of seeing just one more day. 

Now as she heard the all too familiar voice, she realised she had wandered right back to where she had started, the bomb was ticking again, and she wasn’t about to have all her work blow up in her face, again. 

“Now now, it’s not the first time you’ve asked that, and it won’t be the first time I let you either.” Johnnie said, her fingers deftly juggled a butterfly blade, a gun tucked into the back of her waistband, all precautions of course. 

@johnniefrost​ ASKED :

What's a four letter word containing C, O, and K that I want in me?

“ I’m hoping the answer is COCK. Because let’s say there’s a four letter word containing C, U, & T, that I want to put said cock in. ”

He’d SAVED her...

The Joker had jumped in after her and pulled her up from the bottom of the acid. While she managed to regain consciousness enough to celebrate the birth of HARLEY QUINN, it wasn’t long before she slipped back into unconsciousness...at least partially.

She was handed off and she heard the distant laugh from her Mister J before hearing the clouded complaints of a woman. She would slip in and out of consciousness. One moment she felt water from the shower washing over her, the next she felt lotion being rubbed on her face.

Hours must have passed because she awoke as the sun peeked through the window. She was laying in a bed with a silk robe on. She blinked a few times to clear her vision. Her mind reeled, replaying the night. She sat up with a gasp and she looked down at her hands. They were completely BLEACHED. She looked at her hair, also BLEACHED. Jumping up, she trot over to a mirror and looked at herself. She was all BLEACHED. 

...just like HIM.

She exhaled a small laugh before wincing. Her skin ached, but it was soft. She shook her head as her mind seemed to explode. Flashbacks of HIM and his LAUGHTER echoed in her mind, voices and colors flashed by and she giggled. 

✦ ✧ ✦ ✧ It’s been a bad day: He left work early only because he got jumped by a group of kids after attempting to retrieve a sign they’ve stolen right out of his hands. His body aches: deep blotches of browns and blues have long since developed on the skin of his back and side and even the faintest touch of the fabric of his clothing felt uncomfortable. And he doesn’t remember much since- he’s been in a state of disassociation all day ever since but he’s found himself here. Standing outside of the diner Johnnie works at for over fifteen minutes now- chilled air nipping his skin and yet he feels nothing. And he’s long since spotted her through the foggy windows, but hasn’t moved from place standing outside until she’s skated her way outside the old diner where she greeted him with a hug he hardly reacted to before sweeping him inside with her and now he’s seated at the booth that she’s guided him to. ✧ ✦ ✧ ✦ ✦ ✧ ✦ ✧ He’s been quiet, mostly. It was obvious that he was upset but it was the warmth of her presence that brought him to finally open up and speak: being around her was comfort enough. He’s considered her a friend and she’s acknowledged it in a way he never expected. That he was her best friend and the numbness he felt moments ago slowly began to dissolve and his shoulders relaxed a bit now. His gaze was settled on the table still as she settled into the seat across from him after placing food on the table for him this time without his usual protest about not being hungry. He wasn’t, but he knew she’d bring it anyways and eventually, he’d pick at the plate like he always did. “I just.. I wanted to see you.” he admitted, finally lifting his sullen gaze up to look at her. She always made him feel better somehow, even on his worst days. Even on the days he wants to give up. And he wont say it directly, but he needs her. “I’ve had a bad day-” ✧ ✦ ✧ ✦

continued: x @johnniefrost​

Months had passed.  Gotham was the same rusty cistern filled with the scum of humanity.  The denizens which floated atop its festering waters, like turds in a sewer, were still the same too.  Why should any of it change?  Just because a nobody struggling to keep his veins clean had vanished did not mean anything.  It happened every day.  Sink or swim.

Jack had been a lost cause.  He had worked a shitty job, lived in a shitty apartment, attended the nearest NA meetings, and did petty crime for an extra buck and some excitement.  The crime was one old habit he hadn’t been able to kick.  It helped that he had met and befriended Johnnie, who knew the best fences and always had a dirty job available for any seasoned thug.

She wasn’t the only person who actually took note of Jack’s disappearance - there was his sponsor, employer, and landlady.  But she was the only person that Jack considered A FRIEND to have made note of it.  It was possible she was the only person who actually missed him and wanted him back.

Jack wasn’t coming back, ever.  Jack was dead.  Yet like a ghost - if you believe in such things - there lingered a man-shaped shadow which wore his face.  It looked like Jack... if Jack had been dipped in ivory, black ink, and acid.  It sounded like him too, though the accent he had kept as subtle as possible was now unleashed.

It was this man that came looking for Johnnie at her makeshift office.  She had come so far already, was rubbing shoulders with the big names that showed up on GNN.  She chose her own jobs, helped out whoever paid the most.

He had knocked on the door before just letting himself in, seeing that the light was on within.  The dead part of him still clung to him sometimes, so he felt more than a little anxious at seeing her now.  Wondering if she still had that appetite for destruction, worrying he might have to kill her if she turned him away.

When in doubt, SMILE.

send “trick or treat” for a thing ( accepting from mutuals only // @johnniefrost )

TAKE MY BLOOD I WISH SOMEONE WOULD THIS STUFF IS KILLING ME

The clown prince of crime was DEAD. The Batman had finally done what should have done years ago and KILLED the clown. She had heard about it when she was in the hospital, when she had started to bleed - when something was wrong. They had tried to do everything they could to safe them both, but they lost the baby and they would have lost her as well had they not had the shipment of blood arrive just on time. She had lost so much - that it took days for her to recover and when she recovered, when she was awake, they told her the news - that she had lost the baby and all she could do was LAUGH at them.

That was the start of it. As the months went by, as she tried to return to her NORMAL life she would notice things that were DIFFERENT about her. Her eyes for example - they were discolored, the blue was almost DRAINED from them all and they started to appear to be EMERALD in color instead. Her skin started to FLAKE as well, as if her skin was DYING and it too was LOSING it’s peach color and looking WHITE. She had to start wearing fake tan to hide how BAD it had become. Her HAIR as well, the color had started to change to GREEN, and each time she would dye her hair, try to change it, the color would turn back to green every single time, but that was nothing compared to the GIGGLES, the LAUGHTER that escaped her at RANDOM times, the SMILE that rested on her face at the WORST possible moments - that was a FIGHT to hide from people.

But there was no more HIDING. She had went into that meeting, another NORMAL day only this time she brought a KNIFE with her - why did she do that, why did she feel the need to take it from the kitchen with her, it just felt NATURAL. She sat in the meeting - listening to the eleven executives talking, congratulating her on her promotion and that she should not get ahead of herself, they were still the bosses here - STRIKE ONE. Another would comment on her hair, saying she needed to get something done to it, to make it more professional - STRIKE TWO. And when they told her that her clothing needed to be upgraded to suit there standards - STRIKE THREE - she just blanked, darkness had taken her and when she woke - all eleven of them were DEAD, there throats slit - there jaws wide open as the skin from there lips to there cheeks were CUT open giving them big GRINS - she screamed, she ran - and when she got outside, she ran right into an AMBUSH as she was knocked out and taken away before the POLICE arrived.

“Were - where am I --” She would blind several times, her head was KILLING her as she turned - she was in a bed, in a ROOM that was not hers - as there was SOMEONE laying beside her as she quickly rolled out of the bed in PANIC, hitting the floor hard with a thumb, the heels of her feet digging into the carpet as she would push herself back - away as fast as she could as she was looking all around the room for an exit.

“Who the fuck are you, what the fuck is this!”

Johnny didn’t know what else to do. Jack was dead, Joker was dead, she had been left alone, left to FIGHT for the remaining Kingdom, and Johnnie hadn’t just laid down and taken it. It had been clear why Johnnie had been second in command, a sane person with almost as little reservation as Joker, many stayed out of fear, those who tried to escape were facing a slim chance of actually getting away. Johnnie was distraught, furious, and alone. 

It felt like weeks since she had slept, the hours burning through with little notice from Frost. Rumours were breaking through, of those who hadn’t been given the cure in time. Johnnie searched for everything related to these cases, trying to find some clue of their authenticity. Batman was the key, reports always followed up by saying Batman had come to the scene, blurred videos were found in fragments, as though something had tried to erase their existence. 

With unlimited time, and unlimited resources, Johnnie had put out the word, her very best were tracking down all traces, all points of contact to where J had sent the blood. She almost collapsed from shock when she realized they had found a fourth, another link to Joker, her Jack. Whatever the case, even with the changes, the mutations, it was still a piece of Jack, and wherever he was, she was going to follow. 

It had been a race against Batman as they got to the scene first. Johnnie hadn’t cared as she picked up the woman, Christina her files had said, into her arms as they quickly drove off. Johnnie couldn’t believe her eyes as she let out a giggle through streaked eyes as she touched her face, the familiar green, the icy pale skin. When they arrived back in the base, she had put her in the very best room, locked of course, but she was going to be there when she woke up, so she UNDERSTOOD. 

The relief of having a piece of Joker back made Johnnie feel a little more whole again. Her eyes drifted shut as she held the woman, slowly falling into an exhausted sleep, one she didn’t wake for anything, except the sudden screaming that jerked her awake. Her hands came out, blearily looking around to make sure there was no danger before she realised she was looking at her. 

IT WAS A WAR IN THE STREETS. It always was and it always got worse when he got taken DOWN. The longer he was inside, the WORSE it would be out there. No doubt he had LOST some rackets, some streets had been taken from him – the COMPETITION only grew a set of BALLS whenever he was out of town, doing TIME in ARKHAM. He TRUSTED his gang of MANIACS to keep things running, but without him at the HEAD, everyone was going to want a PIECE. Could you even BLAME them? It was like a nice warm pie at an opening window – sooner or later someone was going to try and take a PIECE and for JOHNNIE to risk a breakout like this, it means there are too MANY hands grabbing at what belongs to them.

“I was in the middle of something quite interesting –” He was in for a LONG STRETCH and not a word. NO grassing, NO squealing, NO working with the ENEMY. NOTHING. He kept his mouth shut and only talked to one person – his DOCTOR. He had found her to be quite – INTERESTING. Easy to talk, easy to manipulate, easy to gather information on, but Johnnie was right – the longer he stayed in here, the more DAMAGE his REPUTATION would take on the streets, the more POWER his RIVALS would amass the longer he remained a GUEST of the GOVERNMENT. “Remind me to make an appointment with penguin – I don’t like him stealing my things.”

He stepped back; hands clasped behind his back as he watched the cell be BLASTED open to offer him freedom. He merely took his time, STROLLING through the burnt remains of what was meant to keep him TRAPPED inside as he skipped over a little bit of twisted metal to stand before his RIGHT HAND, looking down at the box of all his items, they didn’t even fold his pants for him, no care for a king at all. She was right – time was already against them before THE DARK KNIGHT ruined everything and unless she wanted to have the cell beside his own, they had to leave.

“Free some more bozos to take the fall for us, and try not to kill all the staff this time would ya.”

Johnnie never mentions any sort of displeasure when it came to Joker calling her one of ‘his things’. She had long since gotten over his preference of objectifying her and had learned that at least while she was considered ‘his’, she was in the safest position she could be, from everyone else, except maybe the GCPD, Batman and of course, Joker himself. She handed him a few knives and his guns she had gotten from their ‘home’. Johnnie had picked up quite a few pieces from the guards, while she had a favourite revolver, she was quite aware that an automatic would be a far better tool for this job. 

“If they shoot at me, then their fair game, I’m not one to waste government resources.” Johnnie sniffed as she followed him out. Urgency was gone for now, her plan had worked, and the minute Joker was free, all of those decisions became his. She was a piece in Joker’s game, but at least she never allowed herself to become a pawn.

Two guards had managed to break through the line of already rioting prisoners and thugs, screaming incoherently for the two of them to get on the floor before Johnnie fired at them both, not looking back as their helmets cracked against the grimy cemented floor. With her free hand, she had pulled out her phone from her pocket, quickly shooting off messages as around them, the alarms blared in a symphony of shrill screaming. The sound of metal wheels only added to the noise as cell doors were flung open, more screams from new participants echoed around as she looked to Joker.