Drabble requests part 3
And now for the third installment! Is anyone else wanting a drabble or two? I've a couple requests left on the table, but its for people that have already gotten one, and I don't want to do doubles if someone hasn't gotten one yet. :)
Just two, today. Enjoy!
(And as a note, I still haven't seen Dark Knight, so I'm borrowing my characterization and styling of the Joker largely off of teithiwr, whose characterization I adore. If it fails, its all my fault, though, heh.)
(Note the second: I kind of failed on the h/c part of girlfan1979's request. Hon, if you want another one, I'll gladly do another with more comfort in it!)
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For greyrider: Supernatural/Dark Knight, Sam and Dean, "meet the Joker, agent of chaos" (PG13 for language and violence)
Madmen and Tricksters and Monsters, Oh My!:
Gotham is not a city for hunters. It has its own ghosts and monsters, dancing in the streets and in the open. The people who live there live in fear of opening their doors, of walking down the street, of going out to eat. The criminals live in terror of a single man (who is a man no matter how many times Dean insists otherwise in a voice that tries to hide his admiration.).
Gotham belongs to the Joker. Gotham belongs to the Batman.
Hunters have no right being there.
The point is very sharply illustrated by the way Joker hovers over Sam, eying him like he's a new shade of lipstick. With the Joker, there's no way to tell that he isn't thinking that very thing. About Sam's blood.
“Well,” the madman says. He traces the tip of the knife he's holding gently, oh so gently, over the curve of Sam's Adam's apple. “What have we got here? Boy king perhaps? Come to fill this dreadfully dark city with your light, hm?” His eyes flick over to where Dean is standing, licks his lips when he sees how tightly Dean's clenching his fists. “He knows its worthless you know. Or else he'd slit my pretty little throat already.” The Joker giggles. “What a pretty painting that would make, the two of us dead together, hm?”
Suddenly he leans back, eyes alight with something serious. Like he's only just now remembered. He taps the flat of the blade against Sam's cheek almost absentmindedly. “You should listen to the Crow.” He says it like its important, and waits.
“What?” Sam forces himself to ask.
The Joker is all grins again, pleased with how unsettled he's made Sam. But he keeps his eyes on Sam's, willing him to get it. “Crow plays at trick or treat, but its all treat for you Sammy-dearest. Crow knows what he knows.” Suddenly he grabs Sam by the shoulders and twirls him round in a bizarre, tilted waltz. “She should have listened though, should have listened when she could.”
He lets go of Sam, sending him careening into Dean. Dean catches him, of course, pulls him up and grabs at him to make sure everything is still where its supposed to be. Blood included. But Sam is looking back, afraid to miss any of the Joker's words. Because it is important, whatever it is. He can feel it in his bones.
“Hell hath no fury like a brother scorned!” He twirls, cackling, to where his men are waiting for him. He grasps on to the handle at the back of the garbage truck (Sam really doesn't want to know what they're going to do with that) and blows a kiss in Sam's direction. “Until we meet again!”
“The fuck,” Dean says at last. Because really, what else can you say to that?
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For girlfan1979: Supernatural, Sam and Dean, "gen h/c, one has to hurt the other" (hard PG13 for language, tag to Shadow)
All We've Got:
“We shouldn't have let him go,” Sam mutters through gritted teeth.
“Sam...”
“No, Dean, we shouldn't have let him go!” He's starting to shout, now. Only a Winchester can manage to do that through a clenched jaw.
“Fuck it all, Sam,” Dean growls, dangerous and quiet. “You wanna fight about this, fine. But let me finish sewing your damn face back together first!”
Sam quiets after that, eyes downcast. He's still mad as hell, but it isn't at Dean, so he keeps it to himself. He said it before, and he'll say it again - all they've got is each other. There isn't any one else to patch them up when they're broken.
No matter how much it hurts.
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And now for a few errands, maybe a nap, and maybe some training.... And plotting of course. Oh god the plotting...
Just two, today. Enjoy!
(And as a note, I still haven't seen Dark Knight, so I'm borrowing my characterization and styling of the Joker largely off of teithiwr, whose characterization I adore. If it fails, its all my fault, though, heh.)
(Note the second: I kind of failed on the h/c part of girlfan1979's request. Hon, if you want another one, I'll gladly do another with more comfort in it!)
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For greyrider: Supernatural/Dark Knight, Sam and Dean, "meet the Joker, agent of chaos" (PG13 for language and violence)
Madmen and Tricksters and Monsters, Oh My!:
Gotham is not a city for hunters. It has its own ghosts and monsters, dancing in the streets and in the open. The people who live there live in fear of opening their doors, of walking down the street, of going out to eat. The criminals live in terror of a single man (who is a man no matter how many times Dean insists otherwise in a voice that tries to hide his admiration.).
Gotham belongs to the Joker. Gotham belongs to the Batman.
Hunters have no right being there.
The point is very sharply illustrated by the way Joker hovers over Sam, eying him like he's a new shade of lipstick. With the Joker, there's no way to tell that he isn't thinking that very thing. About Sam's blood.
“Well,” the madman says. He traces the tip of the knife he's holding gently, oh so gently, over the curve of Sam's Adam's apple. “What have we got here? Boy king perhaps? Come to fill this dreadfully dark city with your light, hm?” His eyes flick over to where Dean is standing, licks his lips when he sees how tightly Dean's clenching his fists. “He knows its worthless you know. Or else he'd slit my pretty little throat already.” The Joker giggles. “What a pretty painting that would make, the two of us dead together, hm?”
Suddenly he leans back, eyes alight with something serious. Like he's only just now remembered. He taps the flat of the blade against Sam's cheek almost absentmindedly. “You should listen to the Crow.” He says it like its important, and waits.
“What?” Sam forces himself to ask.
The Joker is all grins again, pleased with how unsettled he's made Sam. But he keeps his eyes on Sam's, willing him to get it. “Crow plays at trick or treat, but its all treat for you Sammy-dearest. Crow knows what he knows.” Suddenly he grabs Sam by the shoulders and twirls him round in a bizarre, tilted waltz. “She should have listened though, should have listened when she could.”
He lets go of Sam, sending him careening into Dean. Dean catches him, of course, pulls him up and grabs at him to make sure everything is still where its supposed to be. Blood included. But Sam is looking back, afraid to miss any of the Joker's words. Because it is important, whatever it is. He can feel it in his bones.
“Hell hath no fury like a brother scorned!” He twirls, cackling, to where his men are waiting for him. He grasps on to the handle at the back of the garbage truck (Sam really doesn't want to know what they're going to do with that) and blows a kiss in Sam's direction. “Until we meet again!”
“The fuck,” Dean says at last. Because really, what else can you say to that?
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For girlfan1979: Supernatural, Sam and Dean, "gen h/c, one has to hurt the other" (hard PG13 for language, tag to Shadow)
All We've Got:
“We shouldn't have let him go,” Sam mutters through gritted teeth.
“Sam...”
“No, Dean, we shouldn't have let him go!” He's starting to shout, now. Only a Winchester can manage to do that through a clenched jaw.
“Fuck it all, Sam,” Dean growls, dangerous and quiet. “You wanna fight about this, fine. But let me finish sewing your damn face back together first!”
Sam quiets after that, eyes downcast. He's still mad as hell, but it isn't at Dean, so he keeps it to himself. He said it before, and he'll say it again - all they've got is each other. There isn't any one else to patch them up when they're broken.
No matter how much it hurts.
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And now for a few errands, maybe a nap, and maybe some training.... And plotting of course. Oh god the plotting...