What Death Tastes Like Part 4

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Scarecrow's daughter might be only 22, yet the terminal lung cancer she was diagnosed with six months ago didn't discriminate against her age; the young woman didn't show worrisome symptoms until it was too late. Y/N always had a fascination for the much older King of Gotham and despite the consequences, maybe it's finally time to do something about it.

 Y/N always had a fascination for the much older King of Gotham and despite the consequences, maybe it's finally time to do something about it

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Your Birthday

"Look at him, parading like a rooster!" Emma elbows you, huffing.

The Joker is on the terrace, nosing inside the coolers to find his favorite grape juice brand since he knows it should be in there somewhere. He's sporting very dark purple pants and a much lighter shade purple shirt, fitted on his body to perfection plus two gold chains around his neck which makes one wonder why he didn't add more giving his sense of fashion.

You pile up some fruits on your plate, gazing The Clown's way with a smirk:

"Those trousers make his butt stand out."

"That's probably the reason for wearing them," Emma sighs and you both burst up laughing, amused at the truth she admitted aloud.

"I feel this lustful desire of spanking him," you blur out. "I bet your dad only unbuttoned half of his shirt because he obviously wants me to unbutton the other half: that sexy rooster can frizzle my feathers anytime he wishes," you tease and she covers your mouth in a hurry.

"Y/N, can you not?!"

"Sssttt, you'll wake up the baby," the muffled sentence distracts Emma and she lets go, apologizing to the five weeks old:

"Oh, sorry angel," she lingers over the baby basket placed on the empty table next to the self-serve buffet: Frost's son is napping under the umbrella while his parents mingle for a little bit with the guests that already arrived at your birthday party. How did Jonny end up here? The crazy motive: his employer is to blame for the mess he created one hour ago, already fixed due to your sense of urgency.

The Joker showed up in time at 3pm for his "date" like you instructed; you opened the door and he immediately handed you a car sit containing the tiny human.

"Happy Birthday, Y/N!"

"Ummm...thank you," the hesitant Y/N invited him inside.

"I got you a present," he widely grinned, confident nobody else came up with a better gift idea.

"... Whose baby is this?!..." you followed him, carefully walking with the adorable bundle in the living room; the sleeping treasure fussed for a few seconds and went back to dreaming, unaware he was away from his parents.

"Frost's," J answered and you turned towards the entrance, baffled.

"I'll go open the door for him then."

"That's not necessary; he didn't come with me."

"What do you mean?!"

"He's off today. I just went to his house to drop up some ammo, then sneaked in the nursery and took the baby."

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