sailorselkie

Someone needs to write Joe Goldberg as a girldad💔💔 like I would sell my soul if someone wrote girldad Joe especially since in the show, he wanted a girl.. 😭

invincibledc

Anonymous asked:

MORE JACK X BATBRO PLEASEEEE AAAA

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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻’𝑺 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑴𝒀 𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑬.

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𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍 (𝐎𝐂) 𝐗 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐎!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

── .✦ Synopsis: when calling/texting the wrong name, he seems to act cool about it, but he isn’t.

── .✦ Genre: drabble(?)/oneshot/yanderish

── .✦ Info: this OC is an OC I’m written for my own amusement. He’s the son of Harley Quinn and joker. Full name, Jacklyn Oswald Quinn. I got bored. Reader is the twin brother of Damian, but Damian is the older twin of course. Reader and Jack are in their mid teens, 15-17. Im only a writer so you can imagine who he looks more like but all I can is he is handsome canonically in my head and anything. Boy’s crazy but handsome.

── .✦ Word count: 1,313

TEXTING.

Making the worst mistake of your life was addressing Jack by the wrong name in a text. You know how unpredictable he can be, and that unpredictability can tip into craziness.

It was just a typical day; you were exhausted after school. Your butler picked you and your twin brother, Damian, up, and you rested your head on your hand with a long yawn. Damian stared out the window, clearly bored, while you checked your phone to see Jack blowing up your messages.

“Hey babe,” “What you doin’??”—his texts flashed on the screen, and you let out a sigh of annoyance before responding.

“Hey Jake,” you typed back, oblivious to the glaring error you’d just made. It was a simple slip, but it would send Jack spiraling into overthinking as he stared at his blue and red phone case with those striking dark blue eyes and a crooked smile.

“Seriously? It’s just a harmless mistake. He knows my name is Jack, not Jake,” he chuckled to himself, but a certain scheme began brewing in the back of his mind.

Jack turned off his phone, jaw clenched, and stormed upstairs to his condo. He went straight to his room, rummaging under his bed until he found his computer. With a devious grin, he powered it on and started searching for everyone named “Jake”—everyone but him from your school.

♦︎

Time has passed, you were in your bed with your pajamas. Snoring peacefully, that was until you felt a huge hand grab onto your mouth. Your eyes snap wide, you see a figure with a hand that’s slightly tanned, dark, and glistening blue eyes.

You slide your hand slickly under your pillow and pull out a curved dagger. Now your eyes are dark as you pull the arm from you, swiftly raising the arm that held the dagger.

The figure moves back as you stabbed where they were supposedly at. You leaped up, eyes dark and now written with killer instinct as you cursed in Arabic. You gave the intruder a swift kick to the head, they quickly and luckily blocked it with their arm.

Thinking it was over, they tried to stop you only for you to almost stab their side when they were focused on your leg.

The figure then also, grabbed your arm and pinned you down to the floor. Ready to scream, the intruder kisses you.

Eyes widen, and you try to push back when you smell that significant cologne of a certain male that’s your boyfriend.

Jack hums into the kiss as he lets you go, but does not let go of your lips interlocking with his. He backs from you, breathing a bit heavy as he stares at your face, the moonlight reflecting off of your handsome features.

“Hello puddin’,” he says lowly, mostly talking low so as to not alert anyone. “I have a question.” you glared at the blonde-haired boy as now his hoarse voice irritated you due to the break-in. “I got a better question. Why the hell are you in my room, and why did you sneak me In my sleep.” Jack moves from you, staring at you with oddly emotionless eyes.

“You answer my question first Y/N,” he says dangerously low. It made a shiver run through your back and arms.

You can now smell something else than his cologne. Its blood.

It’s blood you smell.

Your eyes widen as you turn on the light to see the crazed boy covered in blood, mostly fresh and dried due to some on his denim jeans and cheek.

Not his blood.

“Jack.. What did you do?” Jack stood up tall, towering over you as you moved back, eyes widening as he gave you a crazed grin.

“Who’s Jake? Answer correctly.” you raised a brow as you fell onto your bed when trying to move from your crazy boyfriend.

“Jake? Who the hell is Jake??” you harshly said low to not wake up anyone. Jack pulled his phone out and tossed it towards you who effortlessly caught it. “Read,” he demands with his raspy voice.

You gave him a stank face before reading the text message you sent him. Scrunching your face up, you soon realized what this was about. You looked up from the phone to see cold blue eyes, he had a smile that didn’t reach his eyes as his head was tilted. Ready to blow up.

Sighing, you handed him his phone to which he just tossed it to the ground.

“Answer,” he says again, his patient is running low. And yours is too as you grabbed his hair, pulling him close to your face. He doesn’t even bother to even acknowledge the pain of the grip you have on him.

“Listen to me. It was a clear misspell okay? Possibly an autocorrect, I’ve been tired of school. And now, I’m tired of you.” you said sternly.

You watch Jack’s cold eyes shift to warmness as he smiles to his eyes.

“Oh, is that so?” he says as he pulls from your grip, taking your hand from his hair as he kisses the hand that can just kill him.

“I see… So maybe killing all those guys was worthless,” he says with a purr, kissing your head. Your eyes widen at what he said, watching as he opened your window and leaped out.

“Bye sweetheart!” you rushed over to see him run off Scott free while you yelled for him.

“WHAT DID YOU SAY!!!??”

CALLING.

Calling him out of his name, anything than; Jack, Jacklyn, Jackie, Beloved, Idiot, Crazed bastard. Anything than that, and he’s all over you, like a damn dog that smells fear off of you.

You simply called him—on accident of course, a random boy’s name that had no certain business coming out of your mouth.

But look where you are now, as Jack has his arms strongly around your waist. “Baby..” he says. Kissing your neck with small little pecks, you felt nervous as you felt him tug you tighter to his chest.

“Who’s this? “Dylan” guy you’re talking about?” he questions as if you don’t know the dark thoughts in his head, which are filled with on top with blonde hair.

“I meant to call your name.”

“Didn’t seem like it,” he growled into your ear. You go to turn towards him to see how he is just insanely staring you down.

“Tell me. Who is this guy?” he demands with a low voice. His small pecks onto your neck started to turn into bites.

Wincing, you try to pull from his tight grip, but it only gets tighter as he growls.

“Answer, and I’ll be easy on you.” having enough, you headbutt him with the back of your head against his head.

There, Jack finally let you go, shaking away the shock from the hit as he stared at you down.

Glaring, you pointed down to the ground. “Down boy!” immediately after that command, Jack gets down on all fours with dark eyes as he still holds possessiveness to his eyes.

“Listen here, mister. You overthink so damn, it’s certainly infuriating how much you lose your simple insanity over a simple miscalling of your name.”

As you keep chastising him, he frowns like a stupid dog and stands up. “Baby..” he whined as he went to hug you, you narrowed your sharp eyes, making them look sharper as Jack groaned annoyed.

“I’m sorry! I’ll get my act together next time. Promise.” crossing your arms after hearing his words. You huff, “you better. I don’t have time to try and control you when you get like this.”

After that, you walked out of the room you and him were in. Jack waits before trying to follow you, that was before you yelled.

“NO! On your knees, arms up!” Jack obeys with a pout.

“This is bullshit!!!” he yells after you.

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invincibledc

Anonymous asked:

ME WANT MORE JACK PLEASEEE 🙏🙏🙏🙏

invincibledc answered:

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𝑺𝑼𝑷𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑶𝑼𝑪𝑯𝒀

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷

𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍 (𝐎𝐂) 𝐗 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐁!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

── .✦synopsis: times Jack can not keep his hands off of you.

── .✦genre: fluff/slight suggestive

── .✦info: this OC is an OC I’m written for my own amusement. He’s the son of Harley Quinn and joker. Full name, Jacklyn Oswald Quinn. I got bored. Reader is the twin sibling of Damian, but Damian is the older twin of course. Im only a writer so you can imagine who he looks more like but all I can is he is handsome canonically in my head and anything. Boy’s crazy but handsome. THESE ARE THEIR OLDER VERISONS

── .✦word count: 1,231

He can’t keep his hands off of you, even if his life depended on it.

FIRST TIME.

Jack is bruised and bloodied, but this crazed bastard is smiling as he stares at you patching him up. Have gotten into a fight, you scoffed as he kicked his feet back and forth childishly as he hummed.

“So, thanks for patching me up puddin’, I don’t think I would survive that fight if you didn’t knock that bitch out,” he says, his voice a little scratchy due to his yelling as he punched an employee in a store that had a bitchy attitude towards you all because you wanted to ask a question.

It happened so quickly! Next minute, you’re asking the employee if there were any vegan options, and they replied with, “Oh so you’re one of them?”

Immediately—Jack jumped over the counter, grabbed the poor person, and punched them.

And now here you are smacking Jack in the head as he frowns, “Ow!” you sighed as you walked away. Jack watched you closely, seeing how you walked back and forth, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Beloved. I swear, you are the most unpredictable person I’ve ever met. Even more unpredictable than my idiotic brothers.” as you admonished him, Jack could only watch how cute you looked. You looked so, beautiful/handsome. So majestic.

You finally stopped talking, feeling as if you were talking to a brick wall to see a bandaged blonde in front of you. His tall frame towering over you, his eyes look a little, almost halfway blown out of his pupils as he grins a wolfish grin.

“…Jack, no,” you said slowly, but as you moved back, a small squeak left your lips as Jack’s solemn hands had established themselves onto your hips.

“Jack, yes,” he says back, holding you tight to his body. Your face is placed against where you can hear his heart. His heart is racing like crazy. He’s losing himself, so easily. He’s losing himself, all cause of his obsession.

You sigh, looking up to cup his face as his blonde hair slips over to the left of his face. Seeing how he smiles so filled with love and fascination, it almost makes you feel flushed as he leans in—giving you a soft peck on your lips.

You gave in as quick as him, rubbing his slightly tanned face with the pads of your thumbs. He closed his eyes, letting out a soft breath when breaking the kiss.

“You’re insane,” you said softly, Jack opened his now calm blue eyes. Smiling as he gives your hips a momentary squeeze, he chuckles.

“Only for you.”

SECOND TIME.

“S-sto— oh god!” you exclaimed before Jack kissed you roughly. Jason was after him—after him due to catching him sneaking into the manor.

“Shut up,” he says in between kisses as he pinned you down to the bed. His hands engulfed yours, your eyes closed as he moved his legs in between yours. “Let me, just love you,” Jack says as he kisses your neck. You tried to pull from him, but Jack declined that advantage as he squeezed your hands, interlocking your fingers together.

You let out soft gasps as he started to get lower, kissing your collarbone. He sucks small marks on them, he moves back to smirk at how they started to bruise on your skin.

“Do you know… How long have I waited to see you?” you’ve been on a mission, a small little vacation mission with your family across the country due to some unnatural things. It was supposed to be quick work, only for it to be 2 weeks.

“You’re very impatient, beloved,” you said after catching your breath. Jack hummed lowly, agreeing without saying anything. He needed to rush this, he needed this, he needed you.

He lets you go, leaving you to raise a brow before your eyes widen to see him place your leg over his shoulder.

“I can’t baby..” he whines lowly, he lets a pout hit his face while he gets more on top. You can feel your heartbeat through your ears. “I need you.”

Before he could try and do anything crazy, Jason bursts in with an RPG he did not just have in his room for time-making.

Jason’s eyes widened seeing how his baby sibling was staring back with the same wide eyes.

Jack groans annoyed, facing Jason with dark eyes as Jason aimed the RPG at the male. Jack drops your leg from his shoulder as he puts his hand up. “Damn, you caught me.”

“Yeah, caught you tryna fuck my little sibling.” Jason then, ready to blast him, not caring if it puts a hole into your bedroom wall or the manor.

Jack shrugs, still having his hands up. “I mean, would you like being an uncle?” he questions the male with the white strike.

“YOU SON OF A BITCH!” Jason yells as Jack gives you a quick kiss and does his signature move.

Jumping out the window as Jason aims at him.

“THAT LITTLE SHIT!” Jason slams the RPG holder down as he points a finger at you who now is sitting up.

“I’m telling Bruce.” “you wouldn’t.”

“Would.” Jason then runs out of your room as you chase after him.

“TODD! YOU BETTER NOT! سأقطع رأسك!” (I will cut off your head!)

THIRD TIME.

It was a calming Sunday, you were in his condo, the sun peacefully blazing onto your lap where Jack lay there with his head. His head had his disheveled blonde hair, and Jack was peacefully sleeping whilst you read a book. You then closed the book gently and quietly, placing it on the stand beside the couch.

You soon felt hungry, but with him, Jack was nuzzling into the inside of your thighs, you sighed and tried to move his head gently. Sadly, due to the traumas of being Joker’s son, Jack immediately woke up, alerted and awake.

“What ya doin’ darlin’?” he questions with his deep raspy voice. He watches as you sit up, “I am receiving a snack.” you say simply, not bothering to turn around to see Jack get up, stumbling over his feet as he tries to get to you.

The poor male almost fell onto his face before flipping onto his feet and then rushing after you. He slides into the kitchen to see you reaching for your favorite chips.

“I got it baby!” he says excitedly, getting close behind you. You can feel his toned chest against your back, Jack then lends you the chips—not before kissing your cheek.

“Thanks, my beloved,” you said with a small smile. “No problem, cutie,” he says lowly, wrapping his arms around you.

You’d think this was over? Right? No. This was a lazy Sunday, so this man was all over you.

From you trying to go to the bathroom, he sat on the bathroom counter yapping ‘bout whatever as you stare at him with slight annoyance but yet surprise due to him just not caring that your whole private part is showing the world to him.

Next, Jack had his head over your shoulder when you started to knit, you like knitting due to Raven, but you like to call her Rae. Jack wanted to know how to knit, totally cause he’s not thinking of knitting you a sweet sweater or gloves.

But it only ended up with him knitting his hands together and you laughing at him.

Now that’s the end of this.

invincibledc

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𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍 (𝐎𝐂) 𝐗 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐎!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

AU: athlete!Jack Quinn x nerd!batbro!reader

Synopsis: when over hearing a couple of guys trying to jump a certain bat, he shows them a real bat.

Genre: oneshot

Info: this OC is an OC I’ve written for my own amusement. He’s the son of Harley Quinn and joker. Full name, Jacklyn Oswald Quinn. I got bored. Reader is the twin brother of Damian, but Damian is the older twin of course. Im only a writer so you can imagine who he looks more like but all I can is he is handsome canonically in my head and anything. Boy’s crazy but handsome.

Warning: possessiveness, violence + blood, yanderish ofc

Word count: 1,571

On a slightly cloudy day, the bell at Gotham Academy rang sharply, signaling students to get to class. In one particular stall, a Wayne and a Quinn were unmistakably present.

Jack kissed you hard, his lips crashing against yours. The glasses you wore were getting fogged up by how hot it was getting.

Jack broke the kiss, his lips lingering against your neck as his hands gripped your hips tightly, leaving a mark that was sure to bruise.

He didn’t care; it was just a sign that you belonged to him. As he glanced at your dazed expression, a low chuckle escaped him.

“Already lost in space?” he teased, his naturally hoarse voice pulling you back to reality. You shook your head, unwilling to speak, wary of what might spill out.

“Hm, looks like the bird doesn’t want to chat. That’s fine,” he said with a smirk, giving your lips a soft peck before locking his gaze onto yours. He squeezed your hips again, firm and possessive.

“Alright, nerd. Get to class.” With one hand, he swung open the stall door and nudged you out. You rolled your eyes while adjusting your uniform, unable to hide your irritation.

“Such a gentleman,” you shot back, sarcasm dripping from your voice. Jack leaned against the sink counter in the bathroom, rolling his eyes as he dismissed you with a wave.

“Whatever, sweetheart. Just consider yourself lucky I went easy on you this time.” A crooked smirk spread across his face as you shot him a pointed look.

“Fuck off,” you shot back, turning on your heel and leaving him alone in the bathroom. “Love you,” he called after you, his tone dripping with mock sweetness. He relished your frustration, savoring the taste of your lips lingering on his. But his smirk vanished as two of his teammates entered.

“Well, well, well, look who it is—the baseball captain,” Joseph said, flashing a smug grin. “Wilkins,” Jack replied flatly, his expression unchanged. He turned his attention to the other teammate, a guy with a bandage on his face and messy black hair. “Elijah.”

“So, how's it going with Daisy?” Elijah asked, glancing around the stalls, making sure they weren’t overheard. Jack raised an eyebrow, shoving his hands into his pockets as he stood tall.

“Me and her broke up. On good terms,” Jack stated firmly. Wilkins let out a disbelieving hum, but he shrugged it off. “Damn, so you’ve been single for, what, four months? What happened to the guy who could get any girl he wanted?”

Jack pushed Wilkins back, irritation flashing in his eyes. “Back off,” he growled, his voice resonating with a deeper edge.

Wilkins stood there, visibly taken aback as he collided with Elijah. “Hey, take it easy!” Elijah exclaimed, trying to diffuse the tension. Wilkins collected himself, nodding in acknowledgment. “Seriously, man, are you and Daisy really on good terms? You seem a bit too fired up.” Wilkins shot back with a grin as he and Elijah exchanged a high-five.

Jack felt a wave of irritation wash over him, and he scrunched up his nose in disdain. With a deep sigh, he pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyes shut tight. “What do you want?” he demanded, his tone leaving no room for nonsense.

The two boys looked at each other, “We’re planning on getting someone. A lil jumping session.” Jack scoffed, getting ready to leave.

“First of fucking all, why tell me. I don't fight anymore.” Jack starts to leave, opening the boy’s bathroom door.

“It's Y/N Al Ghul-Wayne!”

Jack paused, his eyes widening. The two boys smirked, “You wanna join us on the beating him up? He didn't apologize for bumping into us in the hallway. Little shit talked back so we’re gonna give him shit.” Elijah finished talking when Jack fully turned around.

Cold dark blue eyes stared at them before he gave a crooked smile.

“Sure. I’ll join you guys.”

♦︎

“Brother,” Damian states firmly, holding the silverware with a tense grip. “Your boyfriend is here.” You raise an eyebrow, giving him a fake skeptical look. Already preparing to lie.

“Boyfriend? I don't have a—” Jason held Jack by his black hoodie. Jason has a bloody nose and Jack has a shit-eating grin, showing his canines as he purrs for you.

“Hey, listen up.” Jason forcefully tosses the blonde-haired boy into the room. “Y/n, you and your rat have exactly five minutes to talk, and after that, he’s out. I need to see Alfred,” he states, locking eyes with Jack, who simply cackles in response. “Round 2? Someone's eager, old man.” Jason’s eye twitched in irritation before he exited the room, leaving you to sigh at the two of them.

Damian followed Jason, refusing to acknowledge the annoyance of your so-called “boyfriend.”

It was just you and Jack now, and he pressed himself against you, his breath mingling with the clean scent that surrounded you. “You took a shower,” he stated, clearly reveling in the way your body responded with each movement.

You had flicked his forehead, cursing in Arabic under your breath. “Stop being weird, beloved,” you said firmly despite the softness of your face.

Jack pressed his lips against yours, then placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. “I can’t help it; I just have to admire my cute boy.” He purred, anticipation building as he prepared to join you in bed.

But just as he was getting comfortable, your foot made firm contact with his chest, leaving him momentarily breathless.

“Oof!” he hit the ground, but after a moment, he pushed himself up with a wide grin, his tousled blonde hair a testament to the impact. “You know, if I had known you were going to hit me, I would have made a point to let you win.” You rolled your eyes, removing your glasses and fixing him with a steady gaze.

“Spit it out, Quinn. Why are you here, you never come through the front door.” Jack’s face fell to match your seriousness.

“Of course babe. Okay, some guys are scheming to catch you off guard and try to jump you. But I ain't lettin' that happen.” Jack stood up, cracking his neck, and his signature crazed smile reached his face.

“I’ll deal with the guys,” he moves towards you, cupping your face. “and you just stay here, being your cute little self.” rolling your eyes despite melting at his touch, you nodded. Giving him a soft kiss on his lips, Jack almost broke the small kiss for a make-out sesh when Jason burst in with his gun.

“Alright! You wanna date my little brother and break my fuckin' nose!?” Jack jolts from you, “AW MAN! YOU RUINED THE MOMENT!” Jack then hops out of your window, not caring for the height as he knows how to break his fall. Jason rushed downstairs, “HE’S DEAD!” you could only sigh.

Laying down Titus walked into your room and hopped on your bed.

“At least you aren't that protective of me.” Titus barked before yawning with you.

♦︎

Elijah and Wilkins entered the alley, completely unaware of the dark eyes watching them intently. Jack’s deep blue eyes stood out sharply against the usual hue of his surroundings. With a ski mask pulled tight over his face, he was ready for this.

In his strong right hand, Jack gripped a bat, swinging it confidently over his shoulder. Perched on a fire escape, he had the perfect vantage point, having lured them to this very spot with a message claiming he had you cornered.

“Where the hell is he at?” Wilkins said, squinting his eyes around the alley. Elijah nodded, “Like dude, I know Jack is such a fuckin' weirdo. But jeez.”

Jack paused before descending, his voice low and deliberate. “So I’m weird now?” he said, his deep, rough tone prompting the two boys to pivot and face him. He tapped the bat against his black Nike Air Forces with a firm rhythm.

“Yknow. I never liked you both, never did. But hey, life is life.” Wilkins and Elijah stared at each other before starting to run, already knowing how batshit crazy the blonde boy can be.

Jack hummed a tune as he walked, “Run little piggies! Run!” he called out, his voice sending shivers through their body.

The moment the two boys thought they were safe, running into another alley. Jack grabbed Elijah around the corner with his hand showing his veins. Elijah let out a scream before he was out of view from Wilkins who stayed quiet.

Wilkins covers his mouth, scared to even speak.

There was a clear loud BANG of the metal bat hitting a skull. Wilkins heard no more noises, no screaming or footsteps. He stayed still until he looked down to see blood pooling below his feet.

He couldn't help but yelp, but that was a grave mistake as he turned around to see crazed blue eyes, and a bat swinging at him.

It was too late as the bat hit him on the side of his head. Cracking his head wide open.

“Gotcha! Two little piggies down.” Jack hummed, taking off his ski mask. His full black clothes, not showing any blood which he liked.

He hide the bodies, humming a tune, throwing away and burning the clothes he freshly bought along with the ski mask and gloves.

And now he is crawling back to you for your warmth.

Jack Quinn tag: @xxxryukifukuxxx @lockofspades @sramoonlight @darkfaethedestroyer @gayartisticandlonely @sleeping-l0s3rs @itsmonicabc @dead-ry-walking @fanaticf1fan @cxcilla @wolffrankie @jellystar-star @nayykura @nickithearticorn @deadwillow240 @nightblanc

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𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍 (𝐎𝐂) 𝐗 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐒!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

⋆˙⟡ Synopsis: the times his quick relaxes came to life in the sack of love.

⋆˙⟡ Genre: fluff/oneshot

⋆˙⟡ Info: this OC is an OC I’m written for my own amusement. He’s the son of Harley Quinn and joker. Full name, Jacklyn Oswald Quinn. I got bored. Reader is the twin sister of Damian, but Damian is the older twin of course. Im only a writer so you can imagine who he looks more like but all I can is he is handsome canonically in my head and anything. Boy’s crazy but handsome.

⋆˙⟡ Word count: 1,380

There’s times when jack’s relfexes came to life, simply because of love. Or just because. He’s been trained harshly to be on his feet, always aware of surroundings. So of course he’s quick.

FIRST TIME.

It was late at night, and you found yourself cuddled up at Jack's place. He held you close, his strong hands firmly gripping your hips, pulling you against his slightly tanned body.

Jack hummed contentedly, burying his head into your neck, savoring the sweet scent of your perfume that lingered in his mind. After a moment, he pulled back to get a good look at your calm face—you were already asleep, nestled in his shirt. A smile spread across his face.

“So adorable,” he murmured, his fingers gently caressing your cheek. He could easily spend hours just watching you, and though it might sound a bit obsessive, he couldn’t help it.

Eventually, he shifted back, laying his head on his pillow, but exhaustion washed over him too quickly. He couldn’t shake the thought—why were you such a wild sleeper?

Suddenly, he felt you start to move, too much for comfort. He turned his head just in time to see you teetering on the edge of the bed. “Oh shit!” he whispered loudly as a rush of adrenaline shot through him. Just before you could fall, Jack swiftly grabbed the back of your shirt, his hand showcasing the definition in his forearm as he clenched the fabric tightly.

You were still completely out of it, snoring softly, and Jack breathed a sigh of relief, pulling you back to safety. He positioned you on top of him, wrapping his arms securely around you. He chuckled softly, bemused at how you remained blissfully unaware of your precarious position.

“Such a clumsy bird,” he said affectionately, kissing the top of your head. Instinctively, you snuggled closer to him, deepening his resolve—he’s never letting you go.

SECOND TIME.

During the patrol, you navigate the rooftops using your grappling hook with purpose. In costume, you instinctively overlook a boy joker flicking cards between his fingers from a distance.

“And the cards just keep going,” he says in a low rasp, his voice vibrating against his throat like a frog. Without hesitation, he trails you from afar.

You stop atop an apartment complex, pulling out your binoculars to scan the streets. To your left, you're met with the painted face of the Joker. Not shocked by his presence, you maintain a stoic expression, locking eyes with him until he chuckles.

You attempt to kick him, but he catches your leg before it can hit him. “Easy on the kicking,” he says, letting you retract your leg. The boy joker smirks, taking your binoculars. “Hello puddin’, what brings you out here on this beautiful night?”

With the binoculars resting at his side, he tilts his head, displaying a Cheshire grin. “C'mon, crack me a smile, puddin’,” he urges.

“I want to know what you’re doing here, Jack,” you state firmly, cutting to the chase. Jack pouts, his dyed green hair swaying in his face as he runs his fingers through it.

“Jeez, can't a guy see his girlfriend once in a while?” He hands back the binoculars, but despite his playful tone, you sense something deeper. You take the binoculars from him, frowning as your stoic facade begins to slip.

“I’m sorry, Jack… It’s just—”

“Hey, it’s alright… I understand, baby,” he interrupts, moving closer, aware of the stress you’re under balancing your normal life with being a vigilante.

“Maybe you could let me help you with this,” he suggests, smoothly sliding behind you. You feel his glove brush against your suit as he lifts your hand, covering it with his.

“I don’t want to bother you,” you reply.

“You won’t bother me. You can’t annoy me, love.”

You begrudgingly admit how he manages to thaw your resolve. You hate it, yet you find yourself leaning into his warmth as he kisses your cheek.

“There you go, relax,” he whispers in your ear, his hands making small, soothing circles on your stomach. You chuckle, feeling a ticklish sensation that prompts him to grin wider.

“Haha, ticklish, isn’t it?” he teases.

You nod, pushing his face away from you. “Stop it. I still have a patrol to finish.”

“Yes ma’am,” he replies, the smile refusing to leave his face.

“Guess I’ll see you another night?” he asks, squeezing your hand gently. You nod assertively, “Of course. I’ll see you another night, Jack.” The moment he releases your hand, you pull out your grappling hook.

The boy joker watches you launch off, his smile lingering as he walks away.

“She’s so adorable…”

THIRD TIME.

On a relaxing spring afternoon, you stood confidently in a sundress that flowed beautifully in the wind and fit you perfectly. Jack, on the other hand, was in a black hoodie, baggy jeans, and sneakers. The contrast between your styles was striking. You both had shed your nightly alter-egos, but this outfit choice of his was pushing your limits.

You shot him a pointed look, arms crossed firmly across your chest. A nice white shirt would have sufficed, and you could have tolerated the baggy jeans. But a hoodie? That was crossing the line.

“Babe, it's not that serious,” he said, trailing close behind you as you strode purposefully through the streets of Gotham City. “I expected you to look somewhat presentable for our date,” he added, sensing your irritation and watching you speed up with determination.

“You need to choose your words better,” he replied while maintaining your pace. “I can't understand you and your formal words.” Jack quickened his step to walk beside you, his blonde hair ruffled by the wind as you approached the busy sidewalk.

With your arms still crossed and brows furrowed, you could feel Jack’s frown. He sighed, trying to lighten the mood. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry babe. I’ve got some cash in my wallet. I’ll get you anything your cute heart desires,” he said quickly, his Brooklyn accent more pronounced as he fumbled through his pockets.

Thank goodness, despite his unbearable mother, he has money to spare. While he rummaged for his wallet, he glanced up and noticed a guy staring at you. You appeared completely unaware, raising an eyebrow at Jack, confused about his sudden pause. Jack's expression darkened as he pushed aside thoughts of the money and stood tall next to you. “So, puddin`, how about you just grab my wallet and head to the café?”

You scrunched your face, giving him a skeptical look. “Why would I leave you?” Jack let out an exasperated groan, then pressed his lips against yours for a quick kiss, steering you into the bustling crowd as people flowed past.

“I need to use the bathroom, alright?!” he shouted, feeling the weight of everyone’s stares. Without hesitation, you bolted away, not wanting to draw any attention to yourself because of his embarrassing outburst.

Jack muttered under his breath, “Never using that excuse again…” His gaze darkened as he observed the man from before tracking your movements. Determined, Jack took a different route, swiftly navigating through a shortcut. Thankfully, his mother had trained him well in maneuvering through tight spaces. He glided through the alleyways, spotting the guy lingering at a distance.

Smirking with a dark expression, he ran at the man, superkicking the male before backflipping away. The man fell to the ground, dazed before Jack couldn't help but chuckle, grabbing the male by his legs.

“Should've kept your eyes to yourself. Ladies don't like a creep man.” he stares down the man like a worm, ready to execute the man, he hears your voice.

“Jacklyn Oswald Quinn.” Your voice was firm as you stepped into the alley, hand on your hip, eyes fixed on Jack, who stood there looking defeated. “I could’ve managed him myself. You should’ve just told me what was the problem.”

You strode toward Jack, who let out a quiet whine. “But baby…” he began, his raspy voice lingering in the silence of the alley, the only other presence being the unconscious man on the ground.

“No.” Jack sighs as you grabbed his hand, he’s such a sucker for you. “No fighting, no killing, no nothing. You have to keep your sanity leveled.” you scolded him, dragging him to the cafe.

“Yes ma’am…”

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⋆✴︎˚｡⋆𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

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𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐍 (𝐎𝐂) 𝐗 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐁𝐑𝐎!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Synopsis: during the latest nights, come the terrors of dreams. Only the warmth of love can heal his wounds.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Genre: reverse comfort/angst to lime(?) idk I just felt like writing something like this

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Info: this OC is an OC I’m written for my own amusement. He’s the son of Harley Quinn and joker. Full name, Jacklyn Oswald Quinn. I got bored. Reader is the twin brother of Damian, but Damian is the older twin of course. Im only a writer so you can imagine who he looks more like but all I can is he is handsome canonically in my head and anything. Boy’s crazy but handsome. THIS IS THEM AS OLDER VERISONS

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Word count: 899

Blood spilled all over his hand, body shaken as he looked over your body. Gasping for breath, he drops to your body, “Babe.” his voice comes out dry and more raspy than ever. He turns over your body to see those lifeless eyes.

The eyes he never would want to see. He felt himself get punched in the gut, feeling the air get more out of him.

“Wake up… wake up please..” his voice was weak and cracking. He pulls you to him, not caring for the blood soaking himself.

“Please… I can't live without you.” he finally breaks down when no words, no pulse comes out of you.

Slow claps are heard, and Jack looks up to see his father. Joker laughs maniacally, walking over as Jack shakes with anger now.

“What did you do? What did you do to him!?” Jack gets up, his eyes dilated with rage, moving over to the man that he never cared to get along with.

“Me?” joker says placing a flat hand against his chest before a crazed grin appears on his face.

“But sonny boy, it was all you that did this. I mean, look at your hands.” Jack, still breathing heavily looks at his hands to see a knife in it. Eyes widening, he drops it as quickly as his eyes widen.

“You killed him, Jacklyn, you killed your boyfriend. The big bad bat’s son.”

Joker is magically behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“You’re just like me. You’re my son, Jackie.” joker moved from him with a slick grin.

“I'm not like you, you fucking bastard.” Jack cursed under his breath to not see Joker there anymore. “Face me like a man!” Jack spread his arm out, ready to face Joker as he looked around.

Just then, a tight hand grabbed his throat, squeezing it hard. Joker has started to choke him out, Jack clawed at the tight hold on his neck.

“Remember the first time? It was as if it was yesterday!” joker exclaimed, starting to laugh his ironic laugh.

Jack spits at Joker’s face, and the smile on Joker’s face fades. “You. Ungrateful brat!”

Joker slams Jack down, not giving Jack a chance to get up, he is soon kicked in the ribs.

Jack groaned, turning his head up to meet a gun facing him. “I hate to do this.” he paused before smiling. “Actually I won't.” a scowl is written on his face as Jack looks towards your body. Jack goes to crawl towards it despite anything, his adrenaline spiking up.

He heard the gun cock, and that's when everything went dark.

♢

Jack sits up abruptly, gasping for air. He quickly gathers himself, his body glistening with sweat. He grips his neck, a steely expression etched on his face. “Fucking bastard,” he growls, his raspy voice cutting through the silence.

He glances to his side, where your usual presence in the bed is disturbingly absent. His eyes widen as he throws off the sheets and springs to his feet, racing downstairs of the condo.

“Y/n!” he calls out, the name unfamiliar but urgent on his lips. As he reaches the bottom of the stairs, he scans the kitchen and spots a figure that resembles you. His eyes narrow with focus, and he strides toward it.

He grabbed a knife and pulled the figure close to his body, eyes serious as his blue eyes went dark. Pressing the knife against their neck, he was suddenly flipped onto his back. That seemed to snap him out of it as you glared at him.

You were wearing an oversized shirt and boxers, your head messy. You grabbed and put the knife up, letting the male stay on the floor

“What’s up with you?” you asked firmly, Jack's chest rising. “Babe, is that you?” Jack says slowly, standing up from the cold tile floor.

“Yes? Who else would—” Being interrupted, Jack kisses your lips long, passionate, and desperate. He pushes you against the counter, your eyes were wide before they closed. His hands gripped your hips, lifting you effortlessly up onto the said counter.

“That's all I need to hear.” his voice is low, and he kisses your neck, from under your chin to your collarbone. He stood clear in between your legs, he paused what he was doing, looking at you with soft eyes. With unkempt blonde hair and soft blue eyes, he looked like he finally was at peace with you.

“What… did you have a bad dream?” you questioned him when he tried to kiss you again. You pushed his head, making him whine as he pushed your hand from his face. He grabbed the hand, kissing the open palm of it.

“Doesn't matter, what matters is I need you,” Jack said, grabbing you from the counter as you shouted with concern. You were over his shoulder, limp as you kicked your feet back and forth.

“What?! It's 3 am! Jack! Jack! Jacklyn Oswald Quinn! You put me down this instance!” hitting his back, Jack could only purr his words.

“Doesn't matter. I got time for you anyways.” Jack said lastly as he laid you down on the bed. His body towering over you, you whimpered when he started to get on top. Kissing your lips, he covered your eyes, letting you only feel as he sucks on your neck.

“Just let me have this moment.”