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To the lovely person who whote this,

I’ve been sitting on both your asks for about a week now; I’d been hoping to be able to answer you with a resounding ‘why yes, here is it!’. Alas that’s not quite the case but I’m getting there I promise!

To tide you over until then here’s a couple more lines I’ve written. Thanks for being so patient!!

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Tongues caressing and limbs wrapped around each another like vines, the fiery sensation began to consume us both.

The strength of his embrace. The softness of his lips. The heat of his mouth.

Staggering about like a newborn foal, spacial awareness was an afterthought until we collided rather forcefully with the door.

“Oof!”

The physical jolt also serving as a mental one, I suddenly recalled the purpose for Jamie’s nocturnal visit was ostensibly to chat but this had fallen by the wayside when I’d pounced before he’d taken two paces inside the room.

“Err…Sorry about that. I um…don’t know what came over me?”

“Are ye really? Sorry that is?”

His expression closer to a smirk than a smile, Jamie traced my bottom lip with the pad of his thumb.

“Well…no, I suppose I’m not”

Regardless of what the news will tell you, what the GCPD will type in their reports, or what Batman believes, I am not insane. 

“Mama, there are men who came from a boat. Does this mean that they are traders?” Putting down your basket, you cuddled up against the leg of your matriarch. “I have never seen a trader before, do I bring them bread, water, or fruit?”

“Y/N.” Firm, calloused hand are placed on your shoulders. “Do not go back to see these men, okay? Promise me, my darling. No matter what they offer or say, do not go back.”

Solemnly, you nodded. “I promise, Mama.”

I didn’t start off as a bad person. I wasn’t gifted my powers by your fictional Satan. I cannot deny that I am a monster though... But so are you.

“Let go of me! This is illegal!” You were dragged by your legs all throughout the Arkham Asylum facility. Kicking and screaming. Your nails bleeding from how you tried to grip onto the wall, anything, and everything, to try and avoid that room.

The electroshock therapy room.

I digress, the only difference between us, is, well. Heh. 

“Aaaaand what do we have hereeeeeeee?” Everything in your body ached. You couldn’t even manage to heave yourself up into sitting position. Couldn’t see the person who was dragging out the syllables of his words in an annoying way. “Hey. Are you, uh, dead, over there?”

“Water...please...”

“Ooh? You’re alive. This is...wonderfullll.”

Simply put, I make killing look good.

“Mister J put a lot of time and effort in lessening your sentence, getting you released.” Jonny pushed away his cup of 7UP and subtly nudged the last of his fries in your direction. Without even thinking twice, you reached out and snagged a handful, shoving it in your mouth. “He doesn’t do that for anyone.”

Shrugging, you swallow a large mouthful of burger and fries. Take a swallow of your strawberry milkshake. “We didn’t do anything but talk.” Everyone seemed to think you opened your legs on command. It didn’t work that way. “He’s...interesting. I like what I heard about him shooting up Wayne’s gala last month. I can see why he would do that and it wasn’t for the money.”

Jonny said nothing, merely observing you.

“People like Wayne, the GCPD, they think that they can’t be touched. That they’re above us, they’re better because they’ve got morals. But the mind...it can only take so much abuse before it snaps, ya know? They still don’t get that they’re the ones in chains. They’re the victims.” Unwrapping your wrapped cream pie, you break a piece off. 

"What do you think will happen when Bruce Wayne figures out who you belong to?" Joker leaned uncomfortably close, eyes glinting with anger and madness, fingers spasming as if he wanted to wrap his hand around your throat.

"I don't belong to you. I belong to me." You say with confidence you don't really feel. Standing up from the bubble bath, you reach for the towel but he already has it in hand.

"Joker..." 

"Daddy." he cut you off. "Call me 'Daddy'. Say 'Please Daddy, I've been a bad, bad girl and I deserve to be punished.' Say it." J is breathing heavily as he glanced at your nude form but once again he's pressuring you.