Crossover: Jenna forces Joker to watch Beetlejuice

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Jenna Ortega had trained hard. Preparing for the premiere of Beetlejuice, she pushed herself to be stronger than ever—mentally, physically, and in spirit. Every day in the gym, she worked on building not just muscle but an unstoppable drive. Now, she was the strongest she'd ever been, and she knew it.

But tonight wasn’t about the movie premiere—it was about making someone pay. She had a mission, and the Joker was her target.

She found him sitting on the stairs of an abandoned theater, casually flicking through a deck of cards. His crooked smile and twisted laugh echoed in the empty hall.

"Well, well, look who's here," he sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. "Miss Ortega, the rising star. What do you want with little ol’ me? An autograph?"

Jenna’s eyes narrowed. She didn’t bother with banter. With one swift motion, she closed the distance and landed a solid punch squarely on the Joker’s jaw. He yelped, stumbling backward, shock plastered on his face.

Before he could react, Jenna hoisted him up onto her shoulders as if he weighed nothing at all. Her muscles bulged, power coursing through her arms and legs as she held him effortlessly. The Joker kicked and squirmed, but it was pointless.

"Hey! Put me down! What do you think you're doing?!" he growled, thrashing around in her grip.

Jenna smirked. "We're going for a walk," she said coolly, starting to ascend the stairs, the Joker bouncing helplessly on her shoulders.

Up and down she went, carrying the squirming clown with ease. The Joker’s protests grew louder with each step, but his strength paled in comparison to hers. His wiry frame was no match for Jenna’s sculpted power.

"Let go! You’ll regret this!" he snarled, trying to break free, but Jenna's grip only tightened. She wasn't just stronger; she was relentless. With every step she took, her determination grew, fueled by the laughter she could hear from the Beetlejuice scenes playing in her mind. The Joker was a mere nuisance to her now, nothing more than a weak, pathetic distraction.

"Shut up or I'll break you," Jenna growled, her voice laced with venom. "Weak, pathetic Joker. You're nothing compared to me."

The Joker's face twisted in a mixture of fear and anger. He struggled harder, but Jenna didn't even flinch. She finished her staircase workout, finally dropping him on the ground at the top. He gasped, clutching his side, clearly winded and humiliated.

Jenna knelt beside him, gripping his chin and forcing him to look into her steely eyes. "Now, you’re going to watch Beetlejuice with me. And you’re going to sit there quietly, or I’ll finish what I started."

The Joker glared at her but didn’t dare resist further. She tossed him onto a nearby chair and flipped on the screen, her intense gaze never leaving him as the movie began to play.

And for the first time in his life, the Joker stayed silent.

End