YANDERE! HAMILTON ONE SHOTS - V.2 (WARNING: GORE)

Mista J.//jeffmads

DISCLAIMER
this contains abuse.
which is something i DO NOT condone of , period.
&
this is based off of "Mad Love", Harley Quinn and the Joker, which all comes from DC. i do not own DC or the characters i took inspiration from, period.

James Madison:
Oh, everything's just perfect! Puddin'll come burstin' through those doors any minute now! And he'll be just ecstatic when he sees what i did for him!

Third Eye:
It's a cold, dark night in Gotham City. The noise coming from outside consists mainly of car horns, people cursing each other out, and helicopters flying around in the air. But James was too busy running around the little apartment him and his "lover" shared, making sure that every little thing was perfect. How he loved that man. The one and only, Thomas Jefferson. Also known as, The Joker. Notorious for wreaking havoc across the city. And how did this criminal meet James Madison, a, used to be, well renowned psychiatrist, you might ask? Easy. When Thomas was thrown to the grips of Arkham Asylum, James was thrown the the grips of Thomas. Personally assigned to the clown king. It all started with Tommy leaving roses for James in his office. And eventually after several months of being with him, James came to the conclusion that, his Tommy wasn't a homicidal maniac. But, a poor unfortunate soul. In pain, in need. It was a while back.

"...Ya know...my father use'ta beat me...pretty bad actually..."

James would gasp, trying his hardest not to, attempting to put on a strong front. He'd nod his head and take notes.

"uh huh"

"Every time i did somethin' wrong, BAM! He'd sock me.....Even when i'd be mindin' my own business, BOOM!.....The only time i eva' saw pops real happy was at the circus..."

Thomas grinned the second the word "circus" left his mouth.

"Hehe, all the clowns used to run around, and drop their pants, why, my ol' man would laugh so hard i thought he'd burst! So the next day, i marched right out to the livin' room-"

He'd spring outta his seat and march in front of Madison to act it all out.

"Wearin' his best sunday pants, said 'dad, look at me!' and WHEE!-"

He dropped his pants, and James giggled.

"Dropped ma pants! Hahahahaha!"

And James started laughing so hard, he'd start tearing up.

"Ahaha! AHAHAHA!....And then he busted my jaw.."

Madison gasped again, clutching his notepad to his chest.

"But that's the cruel thing about comedy......yer always takin' blows from people who just don't get the joke..."

And it was from that moment on, he knew he had to help Thomas. He busted him out, and took him to his apartment. It'd been 4 months ever since then, and Gotham has never been the same. James has never been the same.

James Madison:

"Ya think Puddin'll like it if i wore this?"