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Just Joking Around

One-Shot request: Hey :) I asked you if you’d do Heath Ledgers joker one-shots and you said yes? So I was wondering if you could do one where he saves your life? Anouncments: Hope you all like it! Word count: 1021 Warning: Violence

Alright, if you survived this, you were moving to Alaska, maybe a different country. You didn’t care where as long as it was somewhere far, far away from Gotham. The only reason you still lived here was because you’ve been here all your life, you even took up a job at a bank so you could stay even though in a city like this that was a job no one would ever want, in fact, today was your third day. You thought that maybe the crime rate would go down next month, the one after, next year for sure. But now here you are, paying the price for your naivety laying on the floor of the bank as masked men with guns threatened to shoot someone if they didn’t get their money. You sighed deeply, this day just couldn’t get any worse.

But of course, the universe heard your thoughts and threw a hissy fit.

All of a sudden you felt yourself being yanked by the back of your shirt and thrown back down on the floor, hard. You yelped in pain and in surprised as your face slammed down on the cold tile, tasting fresh blood in your mouth from a new gash on your lip. You whipped your head around only to find yourself staring down the barrel of a very large gun and started to scoot backwards quickly. He lumbered towards you and grabbed the back of your neck with meaty fingers, tighter than what you thought was necessary, and brought your head to eye-level.

“Open the vault!”

You stared at him, unsure of what to do. Apparently you hesitated too long because he started dragging you over to the large hunk of cold metal that was the bank vaults door and threw you against it with bone crushing force. Your head banged against the door and made your teeth chatter as you looked back to the maniac with a gun.

“Are you deaf? Open the door!” He yelled again, this time raising his gun to point it at you.

A cold pit started to form in your gut, “I can’t,” You stated, which was true. You couldn’t open the vault, you hadn’t been given the code to unlock the door yet, you were still too new to be trusted.

You couldn’t see his face but you assumed it looked beet red, “What? What was that? I didn’t quite here what you just said. Speak a little bit louder for me!” He shoved the gun closer to your face.

Trying to take an almost calm breath you stated again, “I can’t open the door. I just started working here.”

“Oh yeah? Well, ‘newbie’, I think you’re lyin’, trying to be the hero, well, that’s not goin’ to fly here! Now, open the door on the count of five or you’re dead. One.”

The pit in your stomach started growing. Oh god, you thought, he’s actually going to do it, I’m going to die here.

“Two”

You were thinking fast, trying to find a way out of this. Nothing came to mind that wouldn’t get you immediately killed.

“Three!”

Then you saw it, his gun wasn’t held to him by anything. Maybe, just maybe, if you could get that gun you could find a way out of this.

“Four!”

Ahh, what the hell, you thought, I’m about to be shot anyway, might as well try. And lunged for his face.

He was cut off mid number when you smacked the gun to the side and kicked him in the knee. He gasped loudly and loosened the grip on the weapon and you snatched it out of his grip. He recovered quickly though and came at you but you swung the firearm like a bat and clubbed him in the head. It wasn’t pretty or graceful but he fell like a sack of potatoes. You stood up, smirking with satisfaction as you realized something, what about the other gunmen?

As if on cue you hear the distinctive click of a hammer being thrown back. Turning slowly you were met with another black metal barrel, close enough this time to touch your nose. You gulped rather loudly and closed your eyes. No getting out of this one. A thunderous boom went off like canon fire and you flinched, but you didn’t feel anything. Were you already dead? No, that’s not it. You opened your eyes to see the other gunman fall with a growing dot of red over his chest. Hearing noise behind you, you were met by a man with rather green looking hair and red face paint over his mouth like a splash of blood. He held a gun too, but not at you, a little toward your right, where the other man once stood.

He looked at you lazily and licked his lips, “You just can’t find good help these days. They’re always, running off and making decisions for themselves,” Suddenly he shot the man you had clubbed down too, “Really rather annoying if you ask me.”

Staring at him with wide eyes you thought, what is going on? Who is this guy? I should be dead right now.

He licked his lips again, “Ah, you must be confused. You see, I find you… interesting. I’m not just going to let you go off and die when I have plans for you now am I?”

“Pl… plans?”

“Oh yes, big ones. Very big ones. Don’t go skipping town now.” He started walking towards the back room.

There wasn’t a back door, you thought, why is he going there? Just then he grabbed two things out of his jacket pocket. One he threw to you, “Here’s my card, and remember, big plans!”

The other thing he threw into the room. It looked like a cartoonishly big grenade. You flinched as a blast came from the room and smoke billowed out through the doorway. You opened your eyes again only to find that the stranger had disappeared. You looked down at the card and frowned. It wasn’t a business card or anything official like that, it was a playing card.

The Joker, to be exact.

*Gif not mine

Hey so I love your imagines but there was one that I liked a lot and I was wondering if you could expand on it, I've been so hard in the Zach Mitchell/Nick Robinson feels lately and the one about being Owens daughter and Zach falling for you is the one I'm talking about. If you can't that's okay but if you can that would make my day! Thanks so much and keep doing you!

Sure thing! It's going to be paired with two other imagine that all are very similar so be looking out for that! Thank you!

I saw Jurassic World and just completely fell in love with Lowery. Can you do a one shot about him liking you but he doesn't think you know he exists please? Thank you!

I'm on it! Thank you!

Thank you for writing my Harley Quinn imagine I loved it😘😘😘😘

Thanks so much! I'm glad you liked it :-)

Hello, could you do a one-shot where Batman takes you to the Justice League headquarters, and you meet Superman for the very first time, and you're really excited, please? Thank you!

I would be happy to. Thanks! :-)

Happy New Years Day

Thanks! You too! I hope you have a wonderful celebration:-)

I am so sorry!

I know I haven’t posted in a long time and I’m really sorry about that. I’ve just had a lot of homework and school but I promise I’ll be better about it and I even have a few things in the works! Thanks everyone, you guys really are the best!

Hello! Would you do Justice League one-shots? (I love your header and icon, btw.)

Hi! Thank you very much, I love your Icon too! I would be happy to do some Justice League, I just need a specific thing to write about and I'll get to it.

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One-Shot: Imagine you have a fall out with Owen but then when trouble starts you find him and you work together but at the end you get injured and you can make up the ending Announcements: Sorry this took so long to get out! Warnings: None that I can think of! You walked into the trailer. It was a bit small, but big enough you to live comfortably. You lived right next to your partner, Owen Grady, but it wasn’t ‘partner’ as in boyfriend, more like as in co-worker. You both led your own separate packs of Raptors, and you were both the Alphas, which you had to be, if you were going to be respected and listened to by the Raptors.

You slumped down onto your bed, dropping your stuff down on the floor next to you. Today was an exhausting day, and you were both sad and frustrated with Owen. Mostly you were frustrated… angry… ok, pissed off at that cocky bastard. He though he was invincible even though he was clearly not. Some scrawny kid had fallen into the enclosure and he just ran in there without a care in the world. Sure, you thought, it would have set back his work by months, even years if the guards had tazed the Raptors, but it could have ended his life if he hadn’t gotten lucky this one time.

—-

“What were you thinking?” You had yelled at him, “You almost died in there!”

“But I didn’t,” he retorted, winking at you.

“It was stupid and reckless and-“

“Stupid?” He asked, his voice rising slightly, “That kid would have been dead if it weren’t for me!”

“Maybe, but you both could have been dead if you didn’t get lucky this single time! You should have let them take the Raptors down! They would have ripped you to shreds if you hadn’t gotten out of there when you did!”

He looked at you incredulously, “If I had let them then they would have never trusted me again! They are too precious of ally’s to have on our bad sides! You would have done the same thing.”

That made you stop. Would you have? Or would you have let them be taken down? You shook your head slightly, this was different, you thought, he actually did it.

“Are you that surprised that I would put a human life before an animals comfort?” you said instead, “They would have been fine! A little disoriented for a while and given a break before the next training session. You-“

“Wow, just… wow,” he said, “Would I even want to know the answer?”

“I, I…”

He huffed and pushed passed you, leaving you standing there, angry and about ready to start crying. God, that idiot, you thought.

—-

You decided to skip dinner and go straight to sleep. You were about to fall into the sweet clutches of unconsciousness when someone started knocking on your door. Oh what now, you thought grumpily as you pushed yourself of off the bed.

Opening the door you were met with the face of Owen, “Boss Lady’s here and she needs us both,” he said, turning and walking to a shiny silver car before you could get a word in.

As you walked to the car you saw that in the driver’s seat was a redheaded woman you knew to be Claire Dearing. Hopping in next to a quiet Owen you asked, “So, what do you need us for?”

She glanced at you while started the car and driving off, “Mr. Masrani thought it would be best for the two of you to review the paddock of one of the new attractions for safety.”

“Oh,” you said simply.

—

And thus continued the suckiness of the day, first a fight with Owen and then escalating into running for your life from a dinosaur that never existed. And now here you were, running through the jungle towards the park, trying to push the visons of the two poor workers being chomped in half out of your thoughts for the moment. At this point, hours must have passed, I mean, this was a huge island when you’re walking on foot, and you’re sure you’re lost. At last you stumbled out onto a large cliff that overlooked the park, and what you saw almost made your heart stop, it was the Pterodactyls, they were loosed and dive bombing the park. Oh hell, you thought and began to run to the park.

When you got down there it was still chaos, people running, screaming, crying, trying to keep from being bird food, it made you mad. These idiots should have evacuated the island, but no, it would have cost them too much money, it’s all about the money! All of a sudden you were jerked back by your shirt, and then up. Claws dugs painfully into your shoulder as you suddenly realized that you had been caught by one of the Pterodactyls and was not being lifted into the sky.

You heard screaming but didn’t know if it was yours or the crowed below you, either way, it sounded terrified. Suddenly, as quickly as you had been lifted up into the air, you were falling back to the ground. The animal made a squawking sound and released its iron grip on you. You thought that you would be too high to keep from gaining any injuries but just before you hit the ground, powerful arms caught you, sending you and Owen to the ground.

He quickly looked up at you, “Are you hurt,”

You looked at him while you tried to feel any major points of pain that could mean broken, and then looked down at your ankle and winced. Even now it was beginning to turn purple and swollen, it must have been caught under Owen when the two of you fell.

Owen followed your gaze, his eyes widening as he saw your ankle too, “Here, c’mon, I gotcha.”

As he lifted you up your eyes locked with each other’s and before you could protest put his hands around your face and smashed his lips into yours.

After a few moments of that he released you, “I’m sorry about earlier, I know it was stu-“

You cut him off, “That can wait.”

He looked at you with his fascinating green eyes and nodded, “Follow me.”

It was a short distance to the car but with the added trouble of a panicked crowed and useless ankle it seemed to take a lifetime. Claire Dearing was in the front and there were two boys you didn’t recognize in the back as you squeezed in next to them. For now at least, everything seemed ok, and you thought of a few ways that you could apologize to Owen too.