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Hello Darling! I would like to participate in the challenge! I am unsure of who I want to write just yet, I figure I will base the character off of the title you choose! :)
Ooooh, ok then! This should be interesting. Your fic title is... ‘Moonlight Masquerade’
Imagine being the Joker’s sister and him breaking into Arkham to free you.
@thefandomimagine
Warnings: Hitting
Words: 724
Your brightly colored lime green hair stuck out against your pale skin, your eyes rather lifeless at the moment since being in Arkham. You leaned back in your seat as you looked at the police officer with tired eyes. You had a feeling of why he was here, and you honestly didn’t see the point in him even being there. “Let me guess.” Your voice came out rather hoarsely as you looked at the man your tongue running across your teeth slightly. “You’re here for information…”
“Getting right to the point aren’t you, Y/N.” The officer said looking at you knowing that this was probably going to be like pulling eyeteeth to get the information that they needed.
“I highly doubt I have the information you come searching for officer.” You said letting out a laugh and shaking your head sounding like a deranged woman. But you supposed that is what you always were with who your brother was.
The cop looked at you with narrowed eyes. “You know where your brother is. You know where Joker is.”
You let out a loud cackle as your head threw back as you laughed. Your hair flew back as you laughed. Of course, they wanted your brother and you had no idea where he was. He was always changing places so he was never caught and besides, you weren’t about to narc on your brother. No matter where he was. You wouldn’t give your own family up to the stupid pigs.
“You could get time off of your sentence.” The cop said looking at you leaning forward.
You leaned forward putting your hands down onto the table. Your lips quirked into a sneer. “One thing that you pigs forget… every time that you’ve caught me is that I will never tell you where my brother is.”
The cop grabbed you by the collar lifting you his eyes narrowing. “You’re going to tell us where you’re brother is.” He snarled looking at you with disgust.
“Sorry piggy why don’t you go back to the hole that you crawled out of.” You said your lips curling into a smirk.
He released your shirt before his hand came and hit you across the face.
You tasted the metallic taste of blood on your tongue. You spat out the little bit of blood that formed in your mouth before laughing hysterically. “Poor little piggy go back to your boss. I’ll never…” You screeched out never. “Never tell you where Joker is or where he is going to strike next.”
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You sat alone in your cell a bruise blossoming on the cheek that was hit. But you didn’t let it bother you knowing that you wouldn’t be staying there for too long. You knew that your brother would be coming and there would be hell to pay for what had happened. Your lips quirked a little bit when you heard a loud bang coming through your cell.
Your head turned seeing a man dressed in swat gear coming towards you before easily getting into your cell. You looked up before slowly removing the mask that was on his face. “Joker.” You said wrapping your arms around him.
“Let’s go home.” He said pulling you towards the getaway car.
You knew that there was reason to argue with your brother. He was always going to come and save you. You quickly scrambled to the car getting into it and your brother got into the driver’s seat.
He began to speed away from the prison towards the hideout that you treated as a home. His blue eyes looked over at you seeing the bruise on your cheek. His lips curled up into a sneer. “Who did this to you?” His hand comes up to your cheek touching the bruising skin.
“A pig.” You stated as you looked at him. “Because I wouldn’t give up our hideaway.
“Good girl… But that pig is going to get it.”
Your lips quirked knowing that your brother was very much right. He would indeed go after the cop that busted you up. No one ever went after you unless they wanted to pay the price and the price usually was their death. You let out a laugh and your brother joined you in the twisted laugh of a brother-and-sister duo that wasn’t about to go down.
