I'm hungry but lazy..
Nah imma go to sleep lol
Nah imma go to sleep lol
I’m so sorry if I ever bugged or annoyed anyone with my content. Due to the previous anonymous (posted or not) asks I just need to take a break… it’s so overwhelming to hear someone that doesn’t know you tell you to die. And it’s so unacceptable, you don’t know what I’m going through or how that feels. I’ve been having depression for about 3 years and a year ago I decided to make a blog and write and now I couldn’t be any more proud than I already am I’m thankful for 2k followers that I met along the road but I’ve been getting more anxiety attacks and crying myself to sleep because the hate got more and more and it saddens me to say this but I’ve given up. I can’t have two full days without a threat being sent to me.. I am a human too and i do think everyone deserves respect and I know (as it’s been sent to me) that I am indeed not popular nor will I be missed but I appreciate everyone who’s been supporting my work and I will still love the friends I made here I’m sorry if I did anything wrong to anyone And thank you and again I’m sorry.
This makes me so mad but extremely sad as well. I've known you for 5 months now and you've been nothing than kind and nice to me! I love you so much and I hope whatever you're going through gets better Just remember to stay strong and stfu I care about you and I know others care as well Whoever this anons are their opinions don't matter!! Stay strong and beautiful, alaa ❤️
Summary : The Joker kidnapped you over a week ago, and your family is starting to really panic. Chapter 2/3.
Warnings : Violence, because we’re talking about the Joker here…Hope you’ll enjoy it as much as the first part ! Don’t hesitate to tell me what you think :).
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A few hours after your capture, you finally met him. For real. And it was the most terrifying thing you ever lived.
A wall opened up on the side of the bedroom, and Harley Quinn entered first. Her face was swollen, all sort of shades of blues and purple. Some green around the chin. Black around the eyes. And behind her followed the clown.
He pushed the ex-shrink out of his way brutally, and she tripped and fall with a loud thud. He didn’t pay attention to her at all, circling around you like a shark.
You held your breath in, he was getting closer.
Harley was still on the floor, not moving, and though she was crazy and tried to kill your husband multiple times, you couldn’t help but feel pity for her. You knew she genuinely had a mental disorder, she wasn’t a complete psycho, a wild dog with rabies like the Joker. You knew she was helplessly in love with the clown, and in return, he was nothing but abusive…You just felt so sorry for her.
But only for a few seconds, because now, the Joker was so close to you that you could feel his breath on your face…
-Hello there.
His voice wasn’t pleasant. At all. Bruce’s voice was gentle, deep and low, you would give anything to hear it now…But all you heard was his nasal and irritating voice.
You didn’t say anything. His eyes narrowed.
-A polite and distinguish woman like you should greet me in return.
You stayed silent. He smiled, and it made you shiver.
-Oh, that’s sexy. You shiver at the mere sight of me. I knew we’d quickly get along.
You made a face of disgust at his misinterpretation, to make sure he understood that no, you didn’t shiver because he aroused you, but because he freaked the Hell out of you. But apparently, according to the Joker, a grimace of disgust was the equivalent of a love declaration, as his lips suddenly crashed on yours.
You were so stunned, that you didn’t react at all when he planted a bruising kiss on your lips, his tongue trying to enter your mouth, his teeth biting ruthlessly your bottom lip…But you quickly regain your senses, and bit him, hard, as a reflex.
He swore, in pain, taking a few steps back from you…and then he just laughed. Laughed, laughed and laughed, and you felt tears welled up in your eyes, more scared than you ever been.
-I like a woman with character !! Oooh we’re gonna have fun (Y/N), so much fun ! I’m going to…What is that ? Are you cheating on me ?
He was showing the love bites Bruce left on your neck the night before.
You shuddered, understanding Harley’s words. “You’re mister J’s new obsession, Sugar”…Somehow, somewhere in his deranged mind, the Joker had decided that you were his. That you and him were “an item”. It froze your blood. Oh my God….
For years you heard stories of that damn clown going on around Gotham. Everyone talked about him as if he was the Boogeyman himself. No. As if he was worst than the Boogeyman. Worst than the Devil. And he was the only one that Bruce always refused to speak about…Which was saying a lot. There were urban legend that kids told each other around a camp fire, about The Joker coming in the darkest of night, to take them away, drag them with him to whatever Hell he lived in…
This time, he came for you. And given the effort he put in recreating the bedroom you had back at the mansion, you couldn’t help but think he carefully planned everything, and that you’d never get found…You felt like even your Batman couldn’t do anything this time.
-No one, NO ONE, abuse my trust and get out of it without a scratch. Ooooh (Y/N), you shouldn’t have done that. We’re gonna have fun, so much fun. Well, at least, I will. I promise. I’ll try and make it enjoyable for you though…
And on those words, he grabbed your hair harshly, pulled on them with force tilting your head back, kissed you again (you wanted to vomit)…and slowly took a sharp and dirty knife up to one of the love bites.
You held your screams in as the craziest and most psychotic man in Gotham City started to cut out your skin, carefully making sure that no trace from Bruce’s love remained on your body. No trace at all.
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Bruce was going crazy. A week. It had been a fucking week since your kidnapping. And he had absolutely no lead. Not a single clue.
For seven days, he desperately roamed the city every night, looking for any intels, brutalizing and plain torturing dozens and dozens of people that might have an idea of where the Joker went…But they all had the exact same answer :
-There’s nothing you can do to us, that he won’t do, but ten times worst. Hit us all you want Batsy, even if we knew where he was, which we don’t, we wouldn’t say anything. Because your treatment is better than what he’d do to us.
Gotham’s hospitals were overcrowded with low life criminals and other nut jobs.
Your children were as panicked and desperate as their father, and none of them had much sleep since you were taken. Dick had to carry Damian back home today, as the boy fell asleep, unable to stop himself.
Alfred forced them to get some rest, and after a lot of yelling and anger, they were just too exhausted to argue anymore, and they all fell asleep in the bat cave. Damian was curled up next to the bat cow, Tim was asleep on his computer’s keyboard, Dick and Jason were back to back, arms crossed, done resisting sleep.
But there was one Alfred couldn’t convince, or tire out…Bruce. He was determined to have no rest until you were safe. He couldn’t lose you. He wouldn’t bear it…He couldn’t even bear the mere thought of loosing you. So he kept going, fighting his exhaustion fiercely.
If you died, he would never be whole again.
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You resisted for them. You were strong for them.
Only the thought of your husband, of your children, and of the butler you came to call “dad” kept you alive.
Harley never came back in your cell, but the Joker was there almost every hour of the day. You could feel his touch lingering on your body when he wasn’t.
If you counted it right, it had been a week. A week of abuse of all sort. A week of trying to get out. A week, getting weaker each minutes. A week, and your Bruce still wasn’t there…For the first time in your life, you started to think he really wasn’t coming. Your heart faltered…
The door in the wall opened, and you raised your head with pride. Your eyes full of hatred met his crazed ones.
-Oh my oh my oh my. Always so…full of dignity. I like it. Now (Y/N), what shall I do with you today ?
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It was Damian who found her. He was patrolling around the city weakly, the thought of his mother between this maniac’s hand refusing to leave his mind, when his path crossed hers.
Harley Quinn.
She looked pathetic. More than usual. When she saw him, she didn’t even try to run away or anything. On the contrary.
-Robin. Ooooh Robin. Take me to the Batman, I have informations. Important informations. About Bruce Wayne’s wife.
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It took everything in Bruce not to punch the woman as she came in. Just because she was with the Joker the night they took you away from him, he wanted to punch her. He often felt irrational emotions when it came to you…jealousy over someone who had no chance with you, anger over people who disrespected you…Genuine murderous thoughts toward the one who helped your kidnapping, and was standing in front of him as if she was the most innocent woman in the world. But he didn’t hurt her in any way, he knew it wasn’t totally her fault. She was sick.
It took everything in Dick too. And in Tim. And Jason. For the same reason.
When he saw her, Damian hadn’t been able to resist…And Harley had a fresh black eye. He tried to make her talk about his mother’s location, making her understand he would go to any ends to find her…but she refused to say anything if it wasn’t to the bat himself.
He covered her eyes, and took her to the bat cave.
Bruce didn’t even let her time to adjust to the bright lights around her.
-Where is she ?
Harley didn’t answer. Dick, with a voice full of anger that didn’t resemble him at all, said :
-Answer us Quinn, where is she ?! Is she alright ?!
Tim, usually very calm and collected, just like Bruce, grabbed her by the collar and was about to become violent when…
-Wowza. Calm down boys. Do you think I’d willingly follow Batsy Jr over there if I didn’t wanna talk ?
-How can we trust you though ?
Jason raised a good point, that in the heat of the action, the others didn’t even think about.
-Oh you can trust me alright. Ok, I’m a pathologic liar and the voices in my head tell me to shut up and take you in the wrong direction and stuffs, but…really, you can truuuuust me.
Alfred, bless him for always being the voice of reason and having the good ideas, went to take a lying detector from the accessories’ cabinet. Bruce thanked him, and shook his head to take his worries, anger and fears out of his mind. He had to regain his composure, he had to calm himself down, or he could miss an important clue. He couldn’t let his judgement be clouded, your life was at stake.
Hooked on the machine, Harley started to talk. And not a lie came out of her mouth. She wasn’t like the Joker, she wasn’t able to control her emotions, so if she actually was lying, they would have known.
-I came here to tell you. I miss my Mister J. He hasn’t touched me once, not even to hit me since she’s there…He didn’t even notice my absence. So…Here I am. I’m going to tell you.
They were waiting, shifting around impatiently.
-First, she’s alive, not quite alright though haha.
It didn’t make them laugh, quite the contrary, and Harley gulped loudly.
-She’s…Not in the best shape. But alive. I’ll show you where.
-Tell us.
-No, I’ll show you.
-You really think we’re gonna fall for that ?
-You do, or you won’t see her ever again. Believe me. And from my understanding, she’s not just Bruce Wayne’s precious little pet.
-She’s not a pet !! I’ll kill y…
-Robin, contain yourself !
His father’s strict and calm voice took Damian back to reality. The Batman turned to the Joker’s ex-girlfriend :
-Alright Harley, we’ll follow you. But if you try to pull any of your…
-I won’t. If there’s one time in your life you can trust me Batsy, it’s now. I want my Mister J’s back, and I won’t until that woman’s out of his life. So now, untie me, get me out of your man cave, and follow me. Because I know where she is, and I’m not sure she has much time left, Mister J tends to get bored easily with his obsessions…
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In a cell that looked exactly like the bedroom you shared with Bruce, you were laying in the same king sized bed you had home. But it wasn’t home, it was Hell…The bogeyman took you there. No, worst than the bogeyman. The Joker. And you weren’t sure you could take it for much longer…
To Be Continued, final and last part up some time next week :D.
A/N: I loved writing this and I WANT to write more because I kind of left it on a cliffhanger and stuff? I guess. Anyways! Hope you like it!
REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!!
Request/Prompt: Prompt 13 from This List requested by Anon!
Summary: Tim finally finds you after you suddenly disappear
Relationship: Tim Drake x Reader
Warning(s): not that I know of
Word Count: 200+ (oh lord this is SHORT)
Note: XX
Tags: @solis200213 @colormemeow @wynterrobin@crazyfangirl1810 @just-a-girl-maybe (I think thats it? if i forgot to tag you I’m sorry!!)
You were pressed against the corner of the room, knees against your chest with your hands gripping your hair as you block out any sounds that came around the room. Your mind was foggy and your body felt completely numb, your eyes hurt from crying so much and your throat felt scratchy. You didn’t know what to think, frankly you couldn’t think at all with a constant fear washing over you every second that passed by.
You quickly cover your mouth as you begin to sob again, forcing yourself to keep quiet as you hoped someone would realize your disappearance. Whether it was your boyfriend Tim or his brothers, all you wished was to be safe, be home, be with someone.
You didn’t notice someone slam open the door and call out your name, you didn’t flinch as this person ran up to you and kneeled down beside you. You did flinch when they gently grabbed your arm in attempt to wake you back to reality.
“Don’t hurt me!” You yelled out, smacking the person’s hand off you as you choked out a sob at the moment you realize who it was. He was slow while wrapping his arms around you, not wanting to frighten you more.
“Tim… Everything hurts…” You quietly mumble as Tim slowly picked you up from the cold ground, pressing a soft kiss against your temple.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got you…”
Pairing: Tim Drake x Reader
Request: No lmao I just really wanted to write this.
Word Count: 961
Warnings: None just a whole lotta cute
A/N: This is kinda trash but I’d been trying to fit in the time to write this for weeks. Also, that’s thREE PIECES OF WRITING IN ONE NIGHT like that’s weird mate.
“Lie all you want, but I know what I saw.”
“It was a Halloween costume, I swear.” Tim runs a hand through his raven hair, pushing the stray strands out of his eyes. There were slight bags under his eyes that would have gone unnoticed by any other but they were more than just visible to you now. They made sense.
Of course Tim was a bloody superhero. That would explain the disappearances in the nights and in the evenings. It would explain why Tim is so tired all the time and it would explain all of the last minute cancellations of plans. It would also explain all the scars and bruises that littered his body.
At first, you had assumed that he was cheating on you. But even the idea was a disgrace to yourself let alone your relationship. Tim had been your boyfriend for a little over eleven months and you both knew that there is nothing on this planet more pure than your love for each other. The other assumption you had made was that he had joined some sort of top secret fight club, which, in its own way was kinda sorta correct.
If anything, when you had found the torn and no longer wearable Red Robin suits all collected into a box which was shoved under his bed you had been more excited than anything else. You’re boyfriend is a freaking superhero.
“Bullshit.”
“Seriously, Y/N–”
“Why are you being so defensive, Tim?” You giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck. A smirk crosses your lips, your eyes meeting his. “It’s actually kinda hot.”
“You’re not mad?” Tim finally gives in as he blushes, placing his strong hands on your hips and pulling you closer into him. His eyes shine underneath the light peering in from the window of his bedroom, the blue hues of his iris’ mixing together to form their own ocean. His skin was almost flawless, a small pimple and a few scrapes and bruises were scattered around yet he was still seemingly the most perfect human being to have stepped foot on this earth.
“You’re Red Robin. If anything, I’m so proud of you.” You rest your head on his shoulder, nuzzling your face into the soft fabric of his shirt. A small smile lingers on your lips and your hands rest on his toned biceps. Each and every one of his muscles had become more evident to you now and you could never have known that it was possible for you to be even more attracted to him then you were before. His body aside, he had a heart of gold and bravery far beyond any other his age.
“Really?” He mumbles, nuzzling his nose in your hair. For so long he had been fretting, knowing that he would eventually have to tell you about his alias sooner or later and now that you knew it was as if a large weight had been lifted off of his shoulders.
“Of course I am,” You say, “You’re so brave, Tim. You’ve saved so many lives and made so many people feel safer. People like you provide the hope that we all need to carry on. Red Robin and Batman and Nightwing and all the other people who fight to keep people like me or people like my neighbours or friends are the ones who give us that sense of security. It’s like–it’s like you’re a ray of sunshine in a windowless room, you know? And I don’t think there’s anyone else as proud of their boyfriend as I am of mine.”
Tim hums, his chest vibrating against your skin. His hold on you only grows tighter as you pull back slightly so that you can look at him. Your fingers tangle themselves in Tim’s soft hair, his eyelids fluttering at the feeling. A smile plays on his lips, one that made you weak at the knees. You could only hope that Tim didn’t notice your balance wavering.
“Thank you, Tim. For everything.”
“No. Thank you, for understanding.” Tim brings a hand up to cup your cheeks, his eyes adoringly gazing into yours. He closes the space between you, bringing his soft lips to yours. This was definitely not the first time you had kissed each other but it was definitely just as amazing. You both could feel the trust and the honesty that flowed through the kiss in soft waves as you held each other with such gentle yet strong touches.
You pulled away, your foreheads still touching. Tim mirrored your grin, his hand now resting underneath your chin. It still surprised him, how beautiful you are and just how lucky he was to be the one to kiss you whenever he felt like it. The scent of his cologne that filled your senses made you feel dizzy as it was and to add to that the aftermath of the kiss also had the same effect. At least you knew that if you fell, Tim would be right there to catch you.
“In all seriousness,” Tim smirks cheekily, his eyebrow slightly raised and his bottom lip between his teeth. “Do you know what my suit is made out of?”
“Don’t even.” You playfully glare at him, trying your best to suppress the smile that creeps onto your lips because of his dorkiness. His gaze was teasing and his smirk was as distracting as the scent of Alfred’s freshly baked brownies.
“Boyfriend material.” A playful grin is plastered onto Tim’s lips. You giggle as he chuckles, the vibrations of his chest sending tingles down your spine. You were both happier in this moment than you any other you could name. And Neither of you would change a single thing.
“What are you? Five?”
Request: Hello Can you please do an imagine where the reader is paralyzed and in a wheelchair and gets bullied so Jason steps in and defend her? It would mean a lot to me because I’m paralyzed as well and I do get bullied for that It’s absolutely fine if you aren’t comfortable doing it thank you either way! Love your blog and love you ❤️
Character: Jason Todd Notes: I would like you all to know that if you’re ever being bullied, you can always come to me. I love you guys and to hear that someone is bullying you and if you don’t have anyone you can talk to it about makes me sad. I’m always here. I’ll be the Jason to your Reader :)
Warnings: Swearing, bullying
Due to the request, the reader is female.
I hope this is to your liking, anon! :)
I’m not sure how long the reader has been paralyzed, so I put a/o/t for the amount of time!
This made my day 😊 Thanks again x