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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 time to finally do something about it.
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"Hi daddy," Emma enters the kitchen and you follow, immediately greeting The Joker.
"Hello Mister J."
"Pumpkin," he acknowledges his daughter. "Miss Crane," he growls at your presence and you can't help it:
"I like your purple shirt Mister J; makes you look ravishing."
"Oh yeah?" he scoffs, used to the 22 year old throwing this kind of stuff his way on a regular basis.
"Definitely!" you approach and point at his can of grape juice. "Can I take a sip?"
"Since when you like grape juice?' The Clown Prince of Crime frowns but hands over the container anyway.
"I don't," you taste the sweet liquid and continue: "I just wanted to touch something your lips touched."
"That's a new one!" he rolls his eyes and snatches back his drink while Emma closes the fridge in a hurry, appalled you always flirt with her father.
"Keep her on a leash!" J advises his offspring and you snicker as she pushes you out of the kitchen.
"I can't believe you say those things to him!" Emma gives you a nudge on the hallway, amused and horrified in the same time. "He could be your dad!"
"But he's not," you wink, dodging her grip. "He could be my daddy though!"
"You shameless jerk!!" she laughs and starts chasing you. "How dare you??!!"
"He's really hot for being 40-ish!" the enthusiastic Y/N teases more, speeding up so she won't get caught. "I'm going to marry him and I'll be your step mom. You'll have to call me mommy!"
"Whaaaattt??!!" Emma shouts and The King of Gotham shakes his head because he can still perceive your aberrations: the truth is he's uncertain if that's all they are, thus the dilemma J doesn't care to solve regardless.
You quickly run into Emma bedroom and snatch a pillow in order to protect yourself from her attack.
"I love your dad!" you grin and she keeps relentlessly hitting you with her fluffy cushion, annoyed:
"I hate you!! I totally hate you!!!"
You suddenly start coughing and your best friend halts her rampage, concerned.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry! Where's your med?"
You pull the vial out of your jean's pocket and she opens it while your cough intensifies; Emma fingers tremble at the sight of blood stains on the palm of your hand.
