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The pain faded when you turned sixteen, only having a phantom ache when one more stray was added to your ‘family’. There was no reason to wonder why they were so uninterested in your life, for as long as you could remember, they had been creatures of the night, and you were the anomaly. Oddly enough.

At first, they tried to integrate you into their lifestyle, but it was hard when all you craved was love, affection, and a place to call home. So they grew uninterested. The worst you ever felt was hearing snide remarks and playground bullying just because you were different.

Your interest lies in the arts that weren’t comparable to figuring out the Riddler's plans or stopping the Joker. To the world, you were most impressive, but after a while even the praise from others meant nothing. Resentment grew easily of course, being giggled at when you left the room was beyond degrading and insufferable. But when offered a spot in one of New York’s best schools for the arts, every memory that left you crying leaped clean off your chest.

A brand new start in a new city—the best city— is exactly what you need. Packing was a challenge as you couldn’t bring the heart to throw away everything and leave without a suitcase and a part of you felt like you would return to the manor one day, so you left everything reminding you of Gotham.

The last thing on your plate before you left would be telling Bruce. You stalked down the gothic halls filled with priceless paintings and old photos, elated, you planned to simply ask for money and be out of his hair.

No more crying, pleading, begging your pseudo father to have interest shown towards you. You knocked on the door to his office, waiting patiently before he let out a tired grunt to come in. He looked up at you, gaze meeting, his eyes lingering for only a second before focusing back on his papers.

“ Y/n.”

“ Father, I need money for a flight to New York.”

He paused his writing, looking up at you curiously. You went on to briefly explain that you were accepted into a new school and would be leaving later that night. You bit your lip anxiously, wondering why he suddenly looked so shocked by what you said, he had always known about your love for music, dance, and drawing, not that he truly paid any mind to your ‘senseless babbling’ as he would call it.

“ Do you want one of my credit cards?” he questioned, finally redirecting his intense stare back to his work.

“ Yes, that will do.”

He hummed and shooed you away by telling you Alfred would give you everything you needed before your flight. Walking back to your room, that phantom pain visited your chest cavity. Even knowing you were leaving didn’t truly spark anything in him and you thought you knew better than to expect a reaction other than indifference. The little girl in you finally let the last ember of hope fade out that day.

The flight to New York was brisk but you're glad you chose it. Alfred offered to just drive you, but it would be dreadful having to show your dorm and lifestyle change from the mansion. Although he wasn’t as unkind to you as the others, Alfred never once stopped the rude comments or showed interest in anything about you, not even in what you liked to eat. What was the point of having an uncomfortable ride?

New York was exhilarating, the city is exactly as described and you couldn’t be more in love. The city was alive and electric, it breathed hopes and dreams to anyone who stepped inside. It was easy to make friends, the school was heavily social and you quickly settled into this new life.

Parties during spring break and recognition for your talents had you in a multitude of social circles you couldn’t even recognize the girl you had become. A newfound confidence in every stride and a smile that never left your face. Now and then you would get some calls, unknown numbers, plus a few in between those calls from Bruce.

It was strange but you ignored both, getting a new number all together because Bruce would never care about your slight over-the-top spending habits to call you about it. Maybe he was beginning to see what he was missing out on, oh well. The heat of the city was something you barely felt under all the smog of Gotham, the pollution seldom let you see the blue of the sky.

New york was full of people who knew who they were, and what they wanted, and even if they were unsure they stood confident. You embraced it, dressing in clothes that would’ve had you outcasted in Gotham and its gothic glory, letting the colors dance on the bronze of your skin. The caterpillar finally became a butterfly, oh so radiant, that must be what drew everyone into you.

When the semester finally came to its end, furthermore, you had presented your final piece, performed a new play, sending off the graduates and the other students off with glee, you decided it was time for a vacation. “Y/n, do you have any plans for the summer?” your friend asked while the two of you lounged at a small cafe.

“ I think we should go to the Hamptons if you don’t have anything planned.”

“ I’ll be overseas for the first two weeks of July, I would love to go in August.”

While you spent the first days of summer lounging under the sun, the bats were still surrounded by darkness, following their same routine. It was one of those days where everyone decided to linger around the cave.

Bruce was oddly glued to his phone screen even when his youngest son tried getting his attention by throwing a knife at him. Easily dodging and continuing to tap away only made the young boy angrier. “ Father, we need to continue training, what has you so distracted?”

“ We can train later, Damien, I’m very busy,” he grumbles.

All of his children suddenly stopped what they were doing, curiosity beginning to peak, could it be a new villain? The joker again? With one look from Dick to Jason to Tim his screen was easily pulled up onto the large monitor. It was a surprise to all when they saw your face, smiling and radiant all over the screen. “ Since when did Y/n have social media?” Barbra spoke up.

“ Recently. Since she…moved to New York for school,” Bruce replied. On the screen, a video appeared, you were accepting an award for one of your paintings. The family became engrossed in the new life you had, telling Bruce to click comments and click on your friends' pages.

Jason was irritated, he can’t even remember the last time he saw you, and Bruce never told anyone you were just going to up and leave. “ Why didn’t you tell us she was going to New York? When did she even leave?” He barked at Bruce. Bruce sighed, looking up at him, “ Well, when she left we were dealing with Penguin and you weren’t around until two months ago so I just never got to it.”

“Well, why didn’t you tell the rest of us? Dick or Tim could’ve told me if you told literally anyone else.”

Bruce shrugged his shoulders, turning back to his screen, “ Well, now you know Jason, and so does everyone else.” Bruce was becoming agitated by questions, he wanted to continue looking at your little life you’ve been building, watching his little girl laugh and smile made him feel bittersweet.

He was beginning to realize how little time the two of you spent together and how he would ignore you whenever you tried to make a connection. He should be there giving you flowers and taking you sightseeing, but you left all on your own only asking for a credit card. The others went on their way, four of them becoming increasingly interested in this new and improved Y/n Wayne.

After a grueling night, the four men of the bunch return to the manor, without word, they had Tim pull up everything involving you dating back five years. The pictures became sparse when you got younger, but it was evident you had always been obsessed with art no matter what form it took.

Hacking into your social media was angering, not just because of what they saw behind your public posts, but because of the ease of your passwords. Throughout your posts were dances, paintings, you at galleries, and you with friends… who were also bad influences to a sixteen year old girl. When diving deeper, they knew they might find things they didn’t like, such as videos on your google photos of you at parties.

All but one adorned red ears and everyone was forced to look away, not being able to bear witness to you being as reckless as they were at your age. Wanting to keep their image of you, their baby girl, squeaky clean.

You painted your first days of summer away, relaxing in your dorm finally having some alone time for the first time in almost a year. It was the most peace you’ve had in life, you should’ve known there was no way in hell that this was truly your life now.

Too good to be true. It was just too fuckin good to be true. As your first week of summer break ended and you were enjoying the breeze in central park your phone rang, looking down at your bright screen the caller ID read Bruce Wayne. Your scrunched your face, irritation filtering into your spirit. You answer trying your best not to sigh as he began speaking.

“ Y/n, are you busy right now?”

“ No Br-father,”

“ O-oh well I wanted to talk to you about returning to Gotham for a while.” Bruce spoke, trying to hide the fact that he was flabbergasted. You almost called him Bruce before quickly correcting yourself. New York has done a number on his baby girl.

You snatch the phone from your ear almost ferociously, return to gotham he said? Return to the place where you spent over a deade miserable? Someone better have died again for you to even consider something so preposterous.

“ Um I don’t know if I can return any time soon, I have a trip planned and I’m working on a few paintings that I want to submit for a show in September.” You spoke.

He smiled into the phone, the slight waver of your voice let him know you were lying. He hummed thoughtfully, “ I’ll send Alfred over now and we can bring your paintings, and over dinner we will discuss this trip you plan on going on and with who.” You couldn’t hide your bewilderedness, you almost forgot you weren’t speaking to just anyone but Bruce Wayne. A billionaire who could make anything happen including but not limited to sending over his butler to gather his daughter’s painting in under an hour.

“ I’m honestly just not too keen on being in Gotham—Listen father I have to get back to my work.” With that you hung up your phone rushing to the nearest exit of the park throwing out what was left of a drink you were carrying. You rushed to your dorm, not even to pack an over night bag but to simply gaze at it lovingly.

This space, this mini apartment meant the world to you and every part of it showcased memories old and new. In this moment non of it felt real, it was all dream like to you.

The sun seeped in through the windows, reaching all the way to your ankles illuminating your dorm in a warmth that Gotham probably only experienced before the existence of humans. Your phone buzzed again and it was a message from Alfred letting you know he would be in front of your dorm in less than twenty minutes.

You bit your lip while a sense of dread washed over you. Such a familiar feeling but the last few months had you believing you’d never experience it again. You’d have to face Bruce and that whole godforsaken family again when you had just gotten used to thinking that part of your life had possibly been a figment of your imagination.

You laugh at yourself, thoughts running amuck when you knew you now had fifteen minutes to back a bag and put your painting into something that wouldn’t damage it during the drive. You lull your head back and clap your hands before quickly moving around the apartment gathering your belongings.

When the car pulled up your body fought itself. Run back inside, hide underneath your bed and turn off your phone pretend as if you’d ran away or maybe you didn’t hear— do something but don’t get in that car— do not go back to Gotham. You gave alfred a polite smile that vanished when you turned your head back to the road.

Small talk was even more aggravating when you genuinely didn’t want to associate yourself with people. Your grew angry when the drive was nearing its end, Gotham and New York were too close for your liking and you had little to no time to prepare and rehearse the made up conversations in your head. The manor came into view and your eyes almost buldged out of your head when Bruce was waiting for you outside the manor door with his youngest little goblin.

You got out of the car, heels scrapping the pavement and extending you an extra pillar of strength. Your eyes met neither Bruce or Damien but you held your head high as they observe you. Bruce smiled at you walking over and embracing you. You were frozen in place.

“ Y/n you look beautiful, I hope your ride was pleasant.”

When he realized you weren’t moving to embrace him back he released you stepping back to look you in your eyes. Your lifted an eyebrow and side stepped him following Alfred into the manor trying to shake off the confusion within your spirit. The manor was dark and unwelcoming all but screaming at your bright colors to leave at once.

You grounded yourself with the sound of your heels stalking through the cold manor to your room feeling Damien and your father’s presence behind you. Alfred helped you settle into your room while the two watch, you felt like you were under a microscope from how hard their eyes burned into your every being and movement.

“ Y/n why don’t you show your brother and I your new painting—”

“ Father can yo please just tell me what the fuck is going on? Why are you behaving as if you even care about a single thing I do? Why am I back at the manor and why on earth was it so important for me to get picked up almost immediately after your weird phone call?” You couldn’t stand another minute of this weird shit.

Why was hovering over you pretending like he cared about you? You knew who bruce Wayne was, especially the Bruce who presetented towards you, his odd child, the child who didn’t have any interest in being a vigilante. The chil he neglected and let get bullied and ridiculed by his other other children who thought she was a useless accessory for the Wayne’s public name.

Bruce sighed, he knew he shouldn’t have come on so strong right off the bat but he couldn’t help himself. He was enamored by the way you simply came out of the car like you couldn’t care any less to be here. You, one of his first children along with Dick whom he barely paid any attention due to his life as Batman.

He had no words that would southe you, he along with the rest of your siblings were riddled in guilt and admiration for you. He knew how the children spoke about you, but he never stepped in due to knowing that although they might sound harsh to outsiders the children were always somewhat jealous of your carefree life that they themselves know they could never have.

Out of every kid you were the one who had absolutely no interest in him as Batman and becoming one of the vigilanties under his wing. You did whatever you wanted to do without thinking there is a possibility of your identity being revealed and you would need to spend all night fighting someone or something twice your size.

Bruce was only now realizing that you had been ostrasized from them, his baby probably thinking she was hated for simply existing. Without letting his small smile drop from his face he walked in your room further sitting on the edge of your bed. “ I called you because I knew summer had just started and I wanted you to come home, the manor has been empty without you as you know most of your siblings don’t live here anymore.”

“ I’ll save the in depth version of this coversation for dinner as I have invited over the entire family to welcome you back… and Y/n, I care about you very much.” You gave him an incredulous look as he got up, pat your head, and walked out with Alfred and Damien.

The little demon only sparring you a glare once more before following his father. A wave of nausea unearthed itself in the pit of your stomach.

A/N: Thoughts…Prayers…. Concepts !!! :D

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i-smoke-chapstick · 9 months ago

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‘SAILOR SONG,

-THEPENGUIN!SOFIA FALCONE X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; You run into Sofia at Berto’s funeral. You’re the only one who can calm her down.

⋆ tags/warnings. sofia falcone x female reader. ANGST AND COMFORT!! Might make this a series if anyone likes it enough <3 she’s my literal BABY im so in love with her it makes me want to kms! she deserves SO much better i just wanna give her a hug (and a kiss). slight homophobia mentions, past relationships (but unclear), THE HANGMAN!!!!! Based on 1x2, bertos funeral ! she is my girlfailure wife and i need her

♫ “Begging, baby, would you please? / Do the things you said you'd do to me. / And when we're getting dirty, I forget all that is wrong / I sleep so I can see you 'cause I hate to wait so long.” Sailor Song by Gigi Perez

High tides. That’s what Gotham is, after the haunted return of the Batman. At least, that’s all you see around you now. Theres blood in the water, and the sharks have all come to hunt.

You think it’s all bullshit. The bat, the Riddler, this fucking funeral. You hardly knew the man, and you know it’s a waste of time. Everyone dressed in black here is only cutting their losses. It’s all out of fear. Berto was unabashedly himself. And that was weak. He tried too hard to be his father.

You scan the funeral, which might as well be a party for some of these fuckers, and hold your breath. Okay, maybe you’re more upset than you’d like to admit. Nihilism appeases the soul where optimism does not. You’d only had very few conversations with him, but he was…nice, to some extent.

It’s a day of mourning. And that’s what you do. Memories come to you in unsafe and ungrateful waves, alerting you of every interaction you’d ever had with the man of the night.

“Hey, so,” He scratched the side of his head with his index finger. “Wha- What’s up with you and my sister?” A bitter smile on his face, nose scrunched in faux curiosity. You’d known better. You grew up your entire life in Gotham, and you had known a thinly veiled threat when you’d heard it.

“Sofia?” You’d asked, lighting a cigarette. The sunset flooded through Italy’s streets. It wasn’t your first summer here. You took a long drag of smoke, thinking of how to phrase your answer. The Falcones weren’t stupid, none of them were, not really. “Nothing.” You settled on, dabbling it out in the ash tray. “Why?”

You’d expected some bullshit to fly from his mouth. The family…That you were an outsider. That whatever the two of you had going on was distasteful. A woman and a woman. Not a good look in the papers. Weak willed woman frolicking together in Gotham’s underground. You expected him to insult you, and her. What would their father think?

But Alberto didn’t say anything like that.

“If you hurt her,” He began, and you felt yourself visibly recoil. “I’ll have to, you know,” He motioned with his hands, forming a gun with his forefinger against his temple, and a pew sound. “Pop your top.”

Returning to yourself, you find it in yourself to be greatful. For Alberto, not ratting the two of you out. Whatever you two had…was more than the both of you ever managed to let on. Small touches here and there, kisses when you played house. Laughing underneath streetlamps, painting her nails. And then she got locked up in Arkham. Your best…friend.

And now she’s finally released. Idiots with poster boards outside begging for her return to the loony bin. She’s somewhere in this house, on the same floor as you.

You mindlessly sip on your glass. Alchohol is your real friend tonight. The undergrounds in shambles, the entire city is. What’s stopping you from leaving? You don’t know. Not until you see her.

She trails in the room, and the first thing you hear are overwhelming whispers. You don’t pay attention to them, how could you? Her hair tied up messily, sticky bangs and beads of sweat on her forehead. Her makeup is neat, but just barely smudged.

She’s bug eyed as she enters, chest heaving in…anger? fear? She pays much more attention to the whispers than you do, you realize.

“She’s crazy,” You hear from behind you. Faces hide behind there glasses and hands, leaning down and gossiping amongst themselves. It makes you sick. She makes you sick. Even more so, as she seems to lose herself. It starts with a small bite, digging at the finger food, before she picks up heaps of it in her palms. Over and over and over again…

“That’s enough,” You whisper, sternly, grabbing her forearm. Her mouth almost drops open with the food, eyes widening even more. She stops chewing, and for a moment, it seems everything and everyone is finally scilenced.

She doesn’t say a word in her shock, her arm falling down. She lets you guide her out the room, and the both of you ignore the comments from passerbys.

When you finally reach an empty room, you close the door. Her blood runs cold, and she’s perpelled to the edge of the room, like a cornered and vulnerable prey animal.

“What are you doing here?” Sofia drawls, clearing her throat. Her cheeks are tinged pink from embarassment, and her nose twitches in frustration.

“I knew him too.”

“No, you didn’t.” She remarks, firm in her stance. Her jaw is clenched tight, and you sigh. You make your way over to a couch, sitting down lazily. It doesn’t feel how it used to.

“Yeah, I didn’t. But I got an invitation.”

She ignores you. Straight to the point.

“You’ve heard. What they are saying about me, out there.”

“Hard not too.”

She scoffs, letting out a hmph noise. She turns away from you, blinking.

“Well. Do you believe it?” She tests, arms crossed. You feel your eyebrows scrunch, and you give her a once over. You want to scream at her, that she isn’t crazy. That whatever she’s done isn’t her fault, not completely. But you can’t claw the words out- not after not seeing her in years.

“You do, don’t you?” She continues. She stops pacing the room to take a seat parallel to you. You bite your tongue.

A beat of silence, and something in her dark eyes takes it as your final answer. Theres something deeper, darker swirling in them you can’t quite place. She’s not the same girl you knew as a child.

“No,” You whisper, finally, and watch her perk up. “You’re not crazy.”

She stays silent as she looks at you disbelievingly. Like you’re saying it simply to appease her. You find it in yourself to let the tension melt away, leaning back into the cushions.

“You don’t need help.” You affirm, and her expression is unreadable. “You aren’t broken. Or whatever those fuckhead doctors told you in Arkham. You’re just…” You trail off, needing to word this right. “You’re just your fathers daughter.”

You expect her to ask ‘what thats supposed to mean?’ but she doesn’t. No…she looks too vulnerable in this light to fight back against you. Again, silence sounds, and you wonder if you’ve made a mistake.

It’s only when she speaks, voice trembling, do you see her resolve break.

“Why didn’t you visit me?” It’s quiet, almost a whimper, and her voice breaks. “In Arkham?”

There it is. The question you’d been dreading, mostly because you didn’t know the answer yourself.

Her eyebrows are pulled together, nails clenched into her own skin. You go to tear them from her palms, opening them up to find the marks. She doesn’t say a word. She makes no move to push you away. She’s too tired. She’s greiving, her father, her mother, her brother, her sanity.

You lean down, and press a gentle kiss to her nails. A strangled sound is ripped from her at the action, and you notice how her eyes turn glossy. You decide to ignore the question for now, watching tears finally slip from her eyes. She’d been holding them in for what felt like forever. But not with you, she finds, she could never hide anything from you.

You pull her in, embracing her for all its worth. She immeadiatley falls into you, open mouthed sobs against your shoulder. You hug her tight, and it feels blissful. After so long of only seeing her on TV reports and pictures, touching her, feeling her, is heavenly. Just like it used to be.

She still smells the same. Her makeup runs as she cries into your shoulder, and you gently hush her. You pet her head and hair, cradling her like she’s fragile glass about to break. She’s yours. You’re hers. You always have been.

Rocking her back in forth, you place a kiss on her forehead. When she leans into you, you place more. Soft little pecks across her skin, to her head, wrist. You kiss all her tears away as they fall. Sweet and salty, wetting your lips. You feel her try to catch her breath.

She pulls away from you, hair messy. Her lips are parted, and her pupils blown, and theres a silent promise in the air between the two of you. I’m with you. Im on your side. I am the woman who wants you to win.

Her hand trails to your cheek, and she looks at you worshipfully. Her eyes flit to your lips, as if asking, begging for just one.

You nod. You could never deny her anything. She leans in, tentiavley, before connecting your lips. Memories flash through your head. She tastes the same, acacia honey and cigarette smoke. Besides yourself, you deepen the kiss, and she responds tenfold.

Her hands thread through your hair with a gentle tug, as if there is a feral need buried underneath her skin, to possess you. Remind herself you are here, and you are hers, not an illusion. Not a nightmare. She would kill for you.

You have to almost fight her to part for air, pulling away with heavy breaths. She doesn’t let you get far, resting her forehead against yours.

For better or for worse, she has stuck her claws in you. You realize she will not let you go. Not tonight. Not tommorrow. Not ever.

Breath intermingling, her body heat radiating against yours, you can’t find it in yourself to care.

You stay like that, unanswered questions still plaguing the silence. You’ll answer them one day. For now, you choose only to lose yourselves in one another.

You regret not telling Alberto the truth before he died. She’s not nothing to you. She’s everything.

#x reader #sofia falcone #sofia falcone x reader #the penguin #penguin #oswald cobblepot #sofia falcone the penguin #dc comics #batman #batman rogues #angst #fluff #angst with a happy ending #comfort #the penguin 2024 #wlw yearning

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suzukiblu · 8 days ago

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And because I got hooked since you last posted it in wip wednesday, superbat apiary? Though feel free to ignore, since this is my second request, or just choose whichever you prefer. Absolutely love you writing!

“You mean Stalker and Spoiler?” she asks. “They aren’t even Bruce’s kids, Clark! They both have both parents, for crying out loud, even if one of Spoiler’s is doing time in Blackgate for his Party City Riddler impression. Every time I have heard either of them mentioned in the entire year since they started running around Gotham, it was either because Bruce wanted them to stop running around Gotham or wanted to strangle Huntress over her encouraging them to run around Gotham. I only actually know their civilian names because Bruce won’t call them Stalker or Spoiler!”

“Well, you know, he’s sensitive after Jason,” Clark reminds her reasonably. “And Damian ran away to Bludhaven again last month because he’s still mad Bruce won’t let him out at night, but you know, he’s eight, kids are like that, just it’s stressing Bruce out a bit because Jason’s been running away too. So he doesn't like Stalker and Spoiler being out either.”

Lois stares at him even more. Then she makes a note on her notepad without actually looking down at it.

#sunnysmidnight #wip: superbat apiary #apiary dynamics

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illustratedartist · 2 years ago

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Jervis Tetch A.K.A The MAD HATTER 🎩🫖

OK So someone sent me an ask on here and unfortunately I can't find where it disappeared to-SO I'M VERY SORRY!

This person asked if I could make a reference sheet of my Hatter and share some headcanons, if I had any. I've never really done this before, or even had many headcanons so please bare with me lol. I didn't go into too much detail, Im not really a writer so I just tried to get the main points through.

Down The Rabbit Hole:

Has paranoid schizophrenia, and often hallucinates, especially when stressed. He mostly sees characters from Alice in Wonderland, seeing the Cheshire cat or “Alice” the most.

When very stressed or feel like hes losing control of a situation, he begins to stutter horribly. His words get jumbled in his mind, and thats when he starts reciting quotes or poems from AIW relevant to the situation hes in. Before he became the Mad Hatter, and became a criminal he stuttered constantly while speaking to anyone.

Jervis controls people by drugging and hypnotizing them, But the strongest form of mind control he has are the masks he puts on his “Guests”.

For goons or regular street thugs he manages to get, he mostly uses cards on them instead of wasting materials to make masks for them. Figuring It would be easier than having Batman break them and forcing him to constantly remake the same ones over and over.

Also its a chance to call his thugs the “Card Guards” which amuses him.

His goons don’t matter much to him, but if he assigns you a specific character, you are highly important to his “Tea Parties” and are at risk of being forced to attend indefinitely.

For his “Tea Party” guest list, he has crafted actual masks for them to wear, in correlation to the Character he assigned to each guest. He does make sure the guests are drugged with his special tea before putting the masks on them. Wouldn’t want to risk having you manage to break free of his control during the party! Or ever.

March Hare=Scarecrow, Dormouse= Riddler, White Rabbit= Ventriloquist, Cheshire Cat= Catwoman, The Dodo= Penguin, Mock Turtle= Mr.Freeze, Queen of Hearts= Poison Ivy, The Walrus= Bane, The Jabberwocky= Batman

He customizes the masks so they even resemble the actual people.

His closest friends are Jonathan Crane, and Edward Nygma, his March Scare and Dorrat.

Jonathan was a psychologist so he knows how to handle Jervis, and can tolerate him for the most part. Edward on the other hand may think Jervis is a useful ally, but he's not nearly as patient with him as Jonathan is. Neither of them like being called by their "nicknames" Jervis gave them.

Jervis fell in love with the woman he had been working with, before he became a criminal, that put everything into motion. Her actual name wasn't Alice, but they both bonded over their fondness for the story, and he started to call her Alice as a fun nickname or inside joke. Though his obsession with her had already begun.

After losing it, and becoming a criminal and kidnapping "Alice" he was defeated by Batman, (Much like how it happened in BTAS). "Alice" fled Gotham after this, but Jervis doesn't know that, and is too far gone to realize that she would leave him. SO he roams the streets of Gotham looking for his beloved "Alice".

OK THAT'S IT! At least these were all I could think of. Obviously my Jervis is heavily based off the Arkham series and BTAS. But I love this little crazy guy.

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heartduvet · 1 year ago

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slytherin boys see you get flirted with at a party

ⓘ in this scenario, the slytherin boys and u are in the talking stage

— draco malfoy

similar to tom, he would just storm out

asks you about it the next day in an accusing tone

clingy all day after u tell him you didn’t flirt back (his way of apologizing)

weirdly enough, after being scared and never straightforward in the talking stage, he mans up and asks you to be his gf

— blaise zabini

chuckles to himself as he sees you looking bored and repulsed

doesn’t intervene, he knows he has no right since you guys aren’t official yet

if the guy starts being a dick, he will get u out, otherwise will only ask you about it the next day

feels jealous, but this just proves to him that he needs to ask you to be his gf asap

— tom riddler

doesn’t even think about the possibility that the guy coming onto you is against your will

leaves without a word

the guy somehow happens to be paired up with him in dueling practice next monday

he does not hold back

he will not talk to you for a week

— lorenzo berkshire

“did u flirt back? bet you did, huh” in the meanest tone ever

would give u the silent treatment for a small time

you already know he’s gonna be at your dorm room at 2 am after Blaise talked to him and called him a bitch for acting like a one

never apologizes for his behavior, but is more open about u two having something going on between u onward to prevent any future casualties of the sort

— theodore nott

notices you being flirted with and happens to spill a drink on the guy

looks at said guy with 0 remorse, hits him with an “oops” before walking away

leaves you alone since he knows you two aren’t official (yet), he just needed to get u away from that prick. it’s for your sake. you’re welcome.

— mattheo riddle

sees you being flirted with almost immediately since he was staring at you from the other end of the room

walks over to you and puts a hand on your waist, looking at the guy with a ‘fuck off’ look

the guy is pissed off and walks off

he’s also pissed off and u tease him for being jealous

generally just very possessive and always has a hand on your waist, arms, back, thighs, whatever he’s allowed for the rest of the night

ⓘ this is my first tumblr post of the sort so please give me tips on how to make them better or how to make them more like their charcter would be, if i made them ooc. botched english? 1 am and not my first language HA

thank uuu ^^

#theodore nott #mattheo riddle #tom riddle #draco malfoy #lorenzo berkshire #blaise zabini #mattheo x you #theodore x reader #slytherin boys #slytherin #slytherin boys react #flirting #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #reality shifting #shifting to hogwarts #heartldr posts 🦢#hp brainrot

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styluswritesdc · 10 days ago

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Just wanna say love ur headcannons and how u write the characters! Oooh I was also wondering what about the rogues reaction to the vigilante with a symbiote? Like a Venom type hero? I feel like Scarecrow would definitely be interested in that kind of thing…

Love this idea!

Scarecrow/Jonathan Crane

Fascinating!! simply fascinating! with a face like that and with teeth as sharp as knives.. are you certain you want to be on that team?

I mean think about you two as a duo. you supply the tangible fear.. and he supplies the enhancer.

does genuinely want you to consider it.. and he wants to know where you procured such a.. pet. he wants one.

would want to talk to your symbiote! just out of curiosity more than anything

Riddler/Edward Nygma

Oh well... he's a little jealous!!

he wants to be that close to you! and the fact you have a little pest interfering with your possible romance/rivalry will piss him off.

he might even deem it cheating if you're both working on his riddles together.

will have an ongoing beef with your symbiote. there'll be jabs thrown between both parties. it will probably love when it gets the chance to punch him in his stupid smug face. plus his organs are well taken care of... yum!

its safe to say your symbiote does NOT like Eddie (wait.. Eddie?)

TwoFace/Harvey Dent

oh cool... so there's two of you in there.. they quite like that.

especially if you two have disagreements on how you should handle things. they're like "omg someone who gets it!"

genuinely loves the idea of this. unlike most people you two encounter, they completely recognise the differences between you two. will address both of you in conversation or a fight.

as far as they're concerned your symbiote fronts to protect you like harv does for Harvey.

he loves it.

Bane

oh that's very interesting. he's fascinated by you.

will ask you, or should I say both of you, a million questions about the origin of your symbiote. what is it? where did you two meet?

he's going to be studying you thoroughly during battle. will even take a step back and watch you fight his goons just to study you two!

will attempt to find its weaknesses, strengths and everything in between.

is even more fascinated when he finds out the only reason you two can work is because your fundamentally compatible and a different host wouldn't last.

Killer Croc/Waylon Jones

oh that's super cool! AND it can talk?!

quite happy to meet another metahuman.

will bond with your symbiote over meat, flesh and such.

your symbiote will say something like "I could really go for a kidney right now.." and Waylon like "man me too. I get that."

wants to go head to head to compare strength.

your symbiote will love Waylon.

what a catch! plus he gets its dietary needs!

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ilovetheriddler · 10 months ago

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Birthday Celebrations.

(Arkham Games.) Edward Nigma x F!Reader.

Word Count: 744.

Contents: Some Fluff, Eddie's reluctant to admit that he cares, Kissing.

Eddie wasn't exactly even sure why he was willingly taking time away from his work to do this?! It's not like your birthday truly had any importance to him... or at least that's what he'd insist if ever asked. Truth be told, as much as he didn't want to admit it, he had grown to appreciate you and your assistance to him and his plans. So perhaps it wasn't the absolute worst thing to take a few minutes to make things a bit more... festive for your special day.

He decorated as he saw fit, It was a lot of the color green and a lot of question marks painted on everything, so more so what he'd want for birthday decorations and less so what you'd want. But for Eddie, this was still a lot of time and effort pulled away from his work to do this for you. He even went through the trouble of baking you a cake! Now... the fact that his kitchen wasn't fully working and definitely needed some work done on it did mean that it wasn't the most delicious cake, but it's the thought that counts!

You were actually somewhat taken back with surprise when you returned with the spare parts that Eddie had asked you to go retrieve for him. You honestly couldn't believe that he actually did all of this for you.

He was standing over next to the table, begrudgingly wearing a green party hat. You had to stiffle a laugh at how ridiculous it looked, but it also warmed your heart. He cleared his throat loudly.

"Well? I expect some type of excessive thanks for doing all this!"

"Thank you, Eddie, this is really sweet of you to do... I can't believe you actually remembered my birthday"

He let out a scoff sound as if he was slightly insulted by your expectance of him forgetting it.

"Don't be ridiculous! I have it written down with the rest of the important information I need..."

"Oh? So my birthday is important information to you, is it?"

"... Don't get too full of yourself over it.... i just... need it in there because you're my assistant... no other reason...."

You were a bit shocked and amused once you saw what appeared to be a faint pinkish red hue just barely present on Edward's face. Was he actually a bit flustered? The brilliant Riddler, flustered? It was unheard of, and you were enjoying the fact that you had been the cause of it. It faded after a bit, and his usual slightly irritated look resumed its proper place on his face.

"Now, I'll have to give you something at a later date because I simply didn't have any time to track you anything down as a present. Unsurprisingly because I'm quite a preoccupied man, as you're aware."

"How about a kiss?"

Your sudden request threw him off for a brief moment before he processed what you just asked for, and a somewhat smug look graced his features.

"Oh, so you want a kiss from me? I suppose i can't fault you for desiring such. After all, I am quite amazing... hmm... very well then, I guess there wouldn't be any harm in me allowing you such a thing... but... don't start expecting me to give you affection whenever you want, I don't have time for that!"

"Oh, of course... you're such a brilliant and busy man, Eddie..."

"Yes, I indeed am!"

After you had fed Edward's ego some more, he slowly backed you up against the nearest wall, his gaze intense and focused as he was clearly putting more thought into this than he'd ever admit, before crashing his lips into yours in a surprisingly somewhat desperate and needy kiss. Perhaps Eddie did need more affection than he let on? After what honestly felt like an eternity, not that you were complaining, he pulled away, his breath leaving him in heavy pants as he tried to regain some air into his lungs.

"Happy Birthday.... I guess.. I-I'm going back to my work! Batman isn't going to destroy himself at this rate!"

You watched as Edward made his way into his little workshop, clearly using it as an excuse to hide how genuinely flustered and worked up the previous moment had gotten him. You had actually got the one thing you really wanted as a gift, Eddie's affection, and with how rare that was, it was truly a priceless gift.

#dc comics #batman #arkhamverse #arkhamverse riddler #the riddler #edward nigma #the riddler x reader #edward nigma x reader #x reader #fanfic

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riddle-me-ri · 9 days ago

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HELLO

I JUST FINISHED MY FINALS

AND ALSO HAPPY PRIDE🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

(Very late for this, tests are draining my soul lol)

Can you write headcanons for all Ed's on how they celebrate pride month with their S/O?

Happy pride month!

-🥔

a/n: AHH CONGRATS POTATO I’m sure you did the best you could! God I-I don’t miss finals season AT ALL and HAPPY PRIDE MONTH! Also also I know you guys are likely going to ask for the rest of the Rogues…I’m gonna try and do the others but I will be busy this month with personal matters but hopefully I’ll get them done in time for pride month! But don’t be surprised if it’s…a tad late asdfh

The Riddlers Celebrating Pride Month w/ Their S/O

Arkhamverse Riddler:

- Ed lets you celebrate by allowing you to finally show off your pride colors and NOT just green!

- This is actually one of the few parades/celebrations the city hosts that he can actually get behind–

- What? No, he can’t attend…hahaha someone as prideful as him should attend, how funny…

- But do you have any idea how much work he has to get done? While everyone's out and about, he has ample time to place trophies!

- Eddie is stunned when he sees you sport his orientation colors (if you chose to headcanon him having any)...

- While, he can’t guarantee he can go…please take a riddler bot in case any bigots show up…

- And yes the robot’s colors are reconfigured to your orientation colors.

Dano/Reevesverse Riddler:

- Edward has always had a passing admiration for Pride month.

- Not that he’d think he would ever properly participate in any festivities, until he met you.

- You help inform of all the various orientations and sexualities…something Edward hadn’t quite thought about in a long time.

- He knew they existed just never sure where he’d fit in…or if he’d fit in at all.

- It definitely brings the two of you closer as a couple.

- Edward does worry about your safety–so he tends whatever festival or parade may be going on.

- It is one month that he feels the most comfortable with himself…

- And being able to celebrate it with you makes it all the more special.

Gotham Riddler:

- This nerd has a historical fact about LGBTQIA+ and the community and history for every day of Pride Month and then some.

- You even learn some things you didn’t even know about.

- Has some recommendations for shops and books by members of the community—

- Chats with Oswald about having Pride theme parties at the Iceberg Lounge, with you as his plus one of course.

- He’s more likely to invite you to a parade or festival before you can invite him!

- Edward has always usually celebrated in silence–

- But now with his confidence and a supportive partner such as you, it just makes the month all the more fun!

BTAS Riddler:

- Like Gotham Riddler, he definitely knows a handful of facts and significance towards the month.

- He’s more than delighted to partake in any and all activities you wish to attend.

- Eddie is likely to inquire about your journey and your process (that is if you’re comfortable with it of course)

- He will share his in return, it’s only fair.

- Definitely knows about some games that were developed by someone of the LGBTQIA+ community he will let you try out and play.

- It’s a month you both look forward to now that you have someone to celebrate with.

Zero Year/Capullo Riddler:

- Edward usually never cared too much to participate in the month.

- Although he definitely believes he can align himself with a certain sexuality or orientation..

- There was just never any time or true desire to partake in them.

- He wasn’t necessarily in the closet, but he didn’t go out of his way to say anything, albeit he never had to–what with his attraction doing the talking.

- But he supposes, to keep you entertained he’ll partake in an activity or two.

Telltale Riddler:

- Okay, he’s a boomer, but not a bigot.

- You’ll definitely spend some of the month explaining some of the different orientations and their respective flag colors.

- Edward is honestly impressed to see how far and big Pride has become–

- Given his age he’s likely to remember a time where most stayed in the closet for safety.

- It does please him and bring a smile to his face.

- If he hears of any riots or protests looking to interfere with any Pride activities–he wouldn’t be opposed to taking them out peacefully and quietly.

Young Justice Riddler:

- Wait, what, really? You wanna celebrate with him?

- W-Well, sure! What do you want to do?

- He may be anxious about going to his first Pride festival/parade, but he does end up having a blast especially being with you.

- Will be down to having you face paint his flag on his cheek for the event.

- Eddie will also likely share some facts or insights he’s learned in the past…

- Eddie may take this time to also let you in on some past tribulations he's had to try and find himself…

- And get to remind himself how grateful he is to have someone like you by his side.

#ri writes #arkhamverse riddler x reader #arkhamverse edward nygma x reader #dano riddler x reader #dano edward nashton x reader #reevesverse riddler x reader #reevesverse edward nashton x reader #gotham riddler x reader #gotham edward nygma x reader #btas riddler x reader #btas edward nygma x reader #zero year riddler x reader #zero year edward nygma x reader #capullo riddler x reader #capullo edward nygma x reader #telltale riddler x reader #telltale edward nygma x reader #young justice riddler x reader #young justice edward nygma x reader

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doctor-dusk · 1 year ago

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𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 | 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱 𝐭.

you and a certain riddler (eycte!alex) have some fun at a halloween party.

warnings: unprotected sex (piv), veeery soft dom!alex, i think that's it lol

word count: 4.6k

english is not my first language, so sorry if there are any grammatical errors. also this is my first smut posted here, i'm fucking nervous :v

‘’so, you think it will take a while for her to arrive?’’

alex heard miles' question sound far away as his eyes were fixed on the partially busy street. they were at the entrance to the hotel exactly ten minutes ago for a costume party, after all, it was halloween.

‘’perhaps. it wouldn't be her if she wasn't late, eh?’’ he replied, looking at his wristwatch and avoiding rubbing his eyes in frustration, as he didn't want to smudge the perfectly done eyeliner on the waterline of his eyes.

alex had planned this for over a month, not just because miles and other friends would be at this party, but because you would be there. well, at least that's what you told him three days ago, when he asked you for the umpteenth time if you were really going. turner knew you well enough to know that you could change your mind in the blink of an eye. you weren't the type to leave the house, so seeing you be anywhere other than your apartment was like a huge event that he really didn't want to miss.

‘’you can go ahead if you want. i'll wait ‘ere.’’ alex turned to kane when he saw him adjust the platinum wig on his head. he couldn't say exactly what miles' fantasy was, but he didn't think it was bad. it suited him.

‘’nah, i don't think it will be necessary.’’ miles pointed with his chin in the opposite direction, making alex turn his head. his eyes caught sight of the silver toyota prius arriving at the rotating parking lot. alex breathed a sigh of relief mixed with satisfaction when he knew it was you.

he didn’t look away for a second, not even when the valet came around the car to open the driver’s door so you could get out. he thought he forgot how he breathed when he saw you tiptoe out of the vehicle, wearing a strapless leather dress, highlighting even more your clavicle and well-defined shoulders; the black leather boots didn't shine any more than the chocker-style necklace wrapped around your neck subtly, not looking so tight; your voluminous hair was down, finished impeccably, and turner thought for a moment that was the reason you took your sweet time. as you approached as if you were parading on a catwalk, he noticed how the femme fatale makeup fit you like a glove, your entire face seemed more highlighted with the catty eyelashes.

he definitely couldn't stop looking at you. and he didn't even want to.

‘’what kind of fantasy is this, miles?’’ it was the first thing you asked after you handed over your car keys to the valet to park your car in a space in the underground parking lot. ‘’i don't know, a mix of elvis presley and niall horan?’’

‘’yeah, yeah, very funny.’’ miles forced a laugh without a hint of humor. ‘’this is art, okay? ric flair, better known as the nature boy.’’ he said, taking a walk while you let out a laugh. ‘’of course ya’ don't know, just want to know about lovecraft and allan poe.’’

‘’and what's wrong with that?’’ you rolled your eyes in amusement, then resting them on turner. his smile grew even wider when he saw you so close and so… tempting. you never thought you'd actually need to see turner wearing eyeliner until you saw it before your eyes. ‘’oh, and you must be…’’ you said, sliding your index finger over qlex's covered shoulder, making him smile.

‘’c’mon, darlin’. it shouldn't be that hard to know who i am.’’ alex extended his arms, also doing a little turn so that you could look at him up and down and caught your lip between your teeth just in time, before he could complete the turn and look back at you. ‘’what does a liar do when he’s dead?’’

‘’he lies still.’’ you replied immediately, seeing alex smile as he nodded. ‘’well, 's not bad, al. such a perfect riddler. better than a certain someone…’’ you mumbled under your breath as you gestured to miles, making turner hold back a laugh.

‘’yeah, just pretend i'm not here. bullying can be avoided, ya’ know?’’ he lightly pushed you by the shoulder, making you laugh. you couldn't help it, but you knew that deep down, it was all just a joke. you and miles got along very well, especially because you had been friends for a long time and it was through him that you met alex. it couldn't be better.

‘’c’mon, you know i love you, mi.’’ you hugged him over his shoulder, gently rubbing the palm of your hand on miles' chin, feeling his sparse beard tickle your open palm.

‘’okay, okay. and who are you, by the way?’’ he asked, now paying attention to your costume.

‘’neither do i know. something close to the characters in the books i read, a mix of dracula and… i don't know.’’ you said, shaking the vampire cape you wore. turner couldn't help but let an almost invisible smirk appear. he knew you would choose something like this, it was as if he knew you like the back of his hand.’’

‘’i liked it. ‘s just like you.’’ alex said, seeing you smile without showing your teeth, your cheeks flushed as the smile was still present on your face. ‘’looks like you’ve been flashin’ triple A passes at the cemetery gates.’’

‘’oh, here it comes. we don't have time for that, let's go ‘cause the night is young and it grows fast.’’ miles gestured in mock boredom, opening the way for you to enter. obviously you and alex followed him side by side, and alex didn't pass up the opportunity he had by wrapping his arm around your waist, resting his hand there.

of course, you didn't stop feeling that ravenous shiver, even though you tried to hide it as best you could. you just loved alex's touch on any area of your body. literally any area.

‘’thought you weren't going to come.’’ alex whispered in your ear, even though the room was filled with loud music, you were able to hear and smile.

‘’i thought about giving up, you know me. i hate leaving the my cave.’’ you laughed through your nose, looking at him. alex awakened something inexplicable in you, even more now. the clothes, the hair, the makeup, the way his jaw was so marked as if it could cut diamonds, the eyes marked by eyeliner seemed more enigmatic even in the partially lit environment, the mouth that seemed to invite you for a kiss in a hidden corner... all of that was capable of taking away what little sanity you had left and making you insane, even if you hadn't drunk a drop of alcohol until that moment.

‘’oh, sweetheart, you would break me heart if you didn't come.’’ turner pouted amidst his slurred voice, letting his thumb run up and down your waist, giving you an almost imperceptible caress. you held your breath subtly, trying not to lose your self-control.

but in front of alex turner, you had anything but self-control.

‘’it's not like you won't have fun here without me.’’ you joked, taking a drink from the waiter who passed by, serving drinks on a golden tray. the party was packed, more than expected. miles had already gotten lost in the crowd, not that you cared about that. you’re fine just in each other's company.’’

‘’it wouldn't be that funny, love.’’ alex laughed, letting his nose run over your bare shoulder, feeling the fragrance of your perfume invade his nostrils, absorbing a smile that was impossible to hide. ‘’you and your mysterious energy like someone with an unkind of ravens and murder of crows fascinate me. i couldn't do without you ‘ere.’’ he finished, taking some of his drink to try. his throat burned with the first sip, but nothing he wasn't used to.

‘’me and my mysterious energy? this one is new.’’ — you raised an eyebrow, a little curious. alex couldn't explain exactly what caught his attention.

he knew that you were kinda different from the other girls he had ever met. fascinated by lovecraft and edgar allan poe, further denoting your small obsession with death. your favorite films were horror films, especially the italian kind. you could spend hours and hours listening to the soundtracks while driving your prius through the city streets in your dark leather clothes, living your life the way you wanted.

he loved your authenticity. you weren't afraid or ashamed to be like this. maybe that was what excited him so much that he wanted you so bad.

alex laughed instead of giving you an answer, pulling you onto the dance floor. at one point, they met up with miles and other mutual friends, you drank, had fun listening to some music from the 80s. you felt free to do whatever you wanted as the drink got more to your heads and the zeros lined up on the clock.

in fact, you don't usually go to these places, you'd much rather be at home under the covers and in the company of a good book. but when you were with alex and miles, everything seemed to get better. or more specifically, when you were with alex. even though he was completely the opposite of you, turner was seen as a kind of magnet, impossible to ignore, especially when you had already taken enough shots to lose track of each other and the sexual tension increased with each exchange of glances.

little did you know that even though he wasn't your type, alex was completely willing to try something.

‘’what do you think we get out of ‘ere, baby?’’ you heard alex's voice drawl when he brought his mouth to your ear. you thought he did it on purpose, just to make every hair on your body stand on end. and well, it really was on purpose.

‘’where?’’ you asked, wrapping your arms around his neck, feeling him closer. turner looked around for a moment, trying to adjust his blurry vision. you could go to any room in that hotel, but he had a better idea in mind.

‘’your car.’’ he suggested. you gave a roguish smile, finishing your drink in one gulp. oh, you knew exactly where this would take them, and there was no way you were going to back down now. not when turner is absurdly irresistible and you're in an overwhelming mood.

‘’what about miles?’’ you dared to ask, looking over his shoulder, seeing your friend dancing as if there was no tomorrow, not caring about the two of you there.

‘’don't give a shit about him right now.’’ turner said, tilting his face a little to give you a soft kiss without using his tongue, already being able to awaken even more that insane desire in both you and himself. ‘’just want you, darlin’.’’ he finished in a whisper, biting your bottom lip.

you didn't need to respond any further, leading the way immediately, passing through the euphoric and drunk bodies, gripping alex's hand who was following right behind you, also eager to get out of there as soon as possible. you got your car keys from reception, and soon the two of you were heading to the parking lot, stopping to exchange some caresses that you thought were urgent since you couldn't do it while walking.’’

‘’oh, i love this car.’’ alex comments in an ecstatic sigh, letting his hand slide over the sparkling silver bodywork of the trunk of your toyota prius.

‘’more than me?’’ you asked, leaning your body against the warm hood of the car, practically lying on it. alex watched the scene in slow motion with a roguish smile. and for him it was impossible not to walk towards you, leaving your bodies almost glued together, his hands were firm on your waist while he used one of his legs to create a small space between your legs.

‘’no, no more than you, honey.’’ he replied in a purr, his thirsty lips trailed across your chin in a drawn-out kiss, making you gasp as you felt the light pressure of his kiss on your neck.

soon enough, the kisses on your neck stopped when you felt the need to feel his lips crushing yours, becoming as urgent as the touches on his neck and waist, bringing him closer to you, his sneaky hands moved down to lift the skirt of your dress so that you felt freer to open your legs a little more and he could be in the middle, pressing more against you. the rough kiss had an alcoholic taste, not that you minded that, in fact, it made everything even more delicious when mixed with the heavy breathing and racing hearts.

‘’fuck, you're so…’’ he murmured amid the kiss, feeling your hands loosening the black tie he was wearing around his neck. even though he was a musical genius, words always seemed to escape him when it came to you. and you loved it.

‘’so…?’’ you laughed, biting his lip softly before turning your face away to look around. you didn't know if anyone was nearby or if there were cameras in that parking lot. but deep down, you both loved that adrenaline.

‘’so dark. but i want you hard.’’ he said, grabbing your face by the chin and forcing you to look at him. his hair that was previously combed back was messy, and that made him even sexier in your opinion. ‘’so hard…’’ he repeated as he kissed you again, as if somehow he couldn't live without feeling your mouth against his and your tongues tangling briefly.

‘’how much? do you have a percentage?’’ you teased him as you felt his hands squeeze the warm skin of your thighs, sliding a little lower. every touch and sensation was so electrifying that any little thing could make you even more aroused.

‘’fuck the percentage, i want you so much. so fuckin’ much.’’ he laughed, dragging his slightly drunken voice. you laughed too, you liked that it was always in moments like this that you managed to get a hearty laugh out of each other, and so soon you were in the backseat of your car.

within moments, you were sitting on his lap, feeling his hands on your back and the cold breeze from the air conditioning on. turner relaxed his body against the back of the backseat, wrapping one hand around your waist while the other pressed the back of your head as you trailed kisses on his neck. he gasped with each touch, each time he felt your tongue snake up his neck to his earlobe while your hands had the agile job of unbuttoning his shirt and getting rid of his belt.

you had an immense desire for each other, and every second seemed to increase your desire even more, especially when you kissed him again, so deeply that you lost your breath, even more so when you moved your hips in his lap, feeling him pant against your mouth.

you quickly unzipped alex's pants, sliding them down enough with his help as he lifted his hips so that you had an easier time taking off not only his pants but also his boxers, revealing his throbbing erection pulling out of his confines.

you give a smirk, not hesitating to place your right hand there, causing a drawn out sigh from him. your touch was all that he needed, he was craving it for such a long fucking time.

‘’i’m not going to lie, it's the first time i've done this in a car.’’ he said, still panting as he felt your hand slide up and down his cock, seeing you sit a little below his belly so that his leaking tip gently brushed against your belly. you were stroking him so deliciously slow, making him clench his fists in anticipation.

‘’same, i don't even know if this will work.’’ you laughed softly, feeling alex’s hands lower the top of your dress a little just to see the sight of your breasts exposed in front of him, leaving him more aroused than he could have imagined.

‘’let’s make it work, love.’’ he replied, moving his hand to your panties, not feeling the need to take them off, just using his index and middle fingers to form a hook and pull them to the side, leaving them free so he could test the waters a little, teasing you just like you did to him. ‘’oh, you’re so wet, baby.’’ he smirked, using his thumb to ghost over your clit, his touch was as light as a feather, and it was torturous for you. ‘’we didn't do anything and you're already soaked, eh?’’

‘’and it’s all your fault.’’ you grumbled, pressing your thumb on his fat tip, spreading the precum all over his throbbing cock. he let out a growl, he wish he could eat you out until you’re screaming his name and your moans echo throughout the parking lot, but he was kinda desperate to feel you around him.

''lift your hips, babe. need to feel you.'' he commanded, still holding your panties firmly to the side with the hook he formed with his fingers.

you obeyed immediately, raising your hips a little, rubbing his tip through your folds, spreading your wetness over it, closing your eyes as you sink down on him, feeling him bury his cock completely inside of you, throwing your body back a little, placing both of your hands on his knees while he helped you move by putting one hand on your waist and the other were still occupied holding your panties to the side.

your movements were slow, lifting your hips up and bringing them down again, making alex have the privilege of seeing his cock coming out almost completely to the point of seeing his tip out and then disappearing completely inside of you, your walls feeling like home for him. and you did this with such precision, increasing the pace a little more with each bounce, both of you panting with each firm thrust.

‘’f-fuck, al, feels so fuckin’ g-good…’’ you barely have the voice to whisper in his ear when you lean your body towards him, making him place one of his hands on your lower back. alex kissed your neck, already free from the necklace when you took it off earlier, leaving a trail of saliva with his tongue until he reached your jawline.

‘’you feel so fucking good, darling. so tight…’’ alex hummed, satisfied with the feeling of your tits against his chest, your hard nipples poking his skin. ‘’you ‘ave no idea how much i want you on all fours right now.’’ he said, sucking the air tightly between his teeth, his hand moved to give you a hard slap on your left buttock, making a noise that would certainly echo through the room if you were in one.

‘’let’s make it work, love.’’ you repeated his line, seeing him smile as he caught his lower lip between his teeth as he caught one last glimpse of you above him. you had an idea, knowing that you could fold down the backseat, doing so by pressing the small latch in the corner of the car, folding the seat down and creating more space.

now you were able to reverse positions, and soon you were on all fours towards him, letting your ass up so that he could take you from behind. the car was silent, you only heard the sound of his breathing and your own breathing before you felt him pulling down your panties until it reached your bent knees, your hole were clenching around nothing, feeling so empty without him, but soon this emptiness were filled when he entered you again with no warming, making you gasp.

his hands grabbed your waist after traveling a path along your thighs and buttocks, respectively, feeling your skin shivering at his touch. you pressed the upholstery of the seat with one hand while the other was leaning against the window. whoever was passing by could easily see the prints of your fingers and palm because of the air conditioning on.

even though the pace was slow at first, you couldn't help but roll your eyes at the delicious sensation of feeling him fucking you so deep , his tip kissing your cervix repeatedly, even more so when he held your shoulder, making you lift your head a little and feel his warm and alcoholic breath hitting your hair as he leaned his body a little more over yours.

turner had a smile on his lips, he liked the sight of having you in all fours at him, and even more so when you were so lubricated that it was even slippery, he could pull out his entire cock and bottoms out with such ease and did it several times, not only because it is extremely pleasurable for him, but also for you.

he loved seeing you so cockdrunked, he love to see you arch your back as you contorted your body whenever he hit your g-spot to the point that it made you feel a small twinge, just like a cramp.

‘’oh, fuck, alex.’’ you growled, grabbing his wrist, making him look at you while you turned your head enough to look him in the eyes. you had bright eyes, a flushed face, your lipstick was completely smudged and your chest was rising and falling with heavy breathing.

‘’yeah?’’ he asked cynically, leaning his body more to leave a small kiss on your shoulder, watching you struggle to reach his lips to try to give him a kiss.

‘’are you sure i'm the dark one around here?’’ you mumbled, and alex gave another smile. he knew you wanted more. he might as well make you beg for it, he liked being in control, and that turned him on even more.

‘’shh, you are very impatient.’’ he tilted his body more so he could kiss you while he remained still inside you, then returning to his starting position to continue thrusting slowly for a few more seconds, just for fun.

he kept his eyes closed, feeling his adam's apple throb and even though he tried to ignore it, he couldn't help but respond to your requests for more. the position made the penetration deeper and, when he realized that you were more comfortable and wiggling your ass to match his pace, he sank his fingers into your hips as he began to thrust harder.

there was a moment when you didn't know which was louder, whether it was their moans or the sound of his hips bumping against your ass, and turner didn't hesitate to close his fist around your hair, making you roll your eyes under your eyelids, needing just a few more thrusts so he could notice your arms failing to keep you fully on all fours, announcing the arrival of a orgasm.

alex wraps his arm around your waist, his palm resting on your belly, making you partially kneel while he is pounding hard, just to hear you moan his name madly, feeling your nails scratch his arms wrapped around your torso.

his other hand roamed to your front, moving down so his middle and ring finger could rub your clit tirelessly, making your knees even weaker as you grabbed his hair for your dear life. you're just a babbling mess, and he liked the effect he had on you.

‘’what’s the matter? you wanted it hard, so you’re fucking getting it.’’ he growled, biting your shoulder as you gasped for air, your cunt was clenching hard around him, you’re really close.

‘’fuck, fuck, fuck, alex, ‘m gonna cum, please…’’ you moaned breathlessly, feeling his fingers keeping its ministrations on your sensitive bud.

‘’mhmm, that’s right, baby, cum for me.’’ he encouraged you, and you just loved it when he talked to you like that, and it didn't take long for you to cum on his cock, he kept fucking you through your orgasm just to prolong this overwhelming feeling.

and of course, it didn't take him long to follow suit, letting go of everything he was fighting to hold back just for the feeling of pleasure to linger, his hot load coated your walls, filling you up so good. soon he was breathing deeply as he tried to adjust his blurred vision, his grip on you still tight.

he let his limp body fall onto the bench, seeing that you did the same. now you’re concentrated on regulating your own breathing. you had a smile on your face, running your tongue over your lips as if you couldn't believe what just happened.

his half closed eyes still captured the moment when you reached the dashboard only to turn off the air conditioning and open the glove compartment, taking out a cigarette pack and a black lighter. every movement you made was slow, from the moment you brought the unlit cigarette to your full lips until the moment you took the first drag, blowing the smoke outside through the small crack in the window you opened.

‘’why are you looking at me like that?’’ you asked curiously, your bent legs swinging from side to side in a distracted way. turner shook his head, taking a drag on the cigarette you offered him next.

‘’i just like looking at you.’’ he replied after releasing smoke from his mouth. you both stayed in a comfortable silence for a while longer, just looking at each other and enjoying what you had. and you wouldn't trade it for anything. ‘’we should do this again.’’

‘’maybe in a bigger car.’’ you added, looking inside your prius before taking another drag, taking your hand to the outside of the car to get rid of the cigarette ashes. ‘’but I really want to do it again. not here.’’ you raised one of your eyebrows, sliding your foot over turner's bare and sweaty chest, letting him know that you weren't satisfied with just this quickie. and he wasn't either. he would never get tired of doing this to you wherever he went.

‘’my place or yours?’’ he asked with a smirk, seeing you shrug your shoulders.

‘’odds and evens?’’ you asked and alex laughed.

‘’fair enough. evens.’’ he responded by closing his hand and you did the same, and they soon showed the chosen numbers. alex showed one finger and you showed two.

‘’guess i won this one.’’ you giggled, touching the tip of his nose, implying that you were going to your apartment. and then, they were putting back your clothes and getting ready to leave the parking lot in the car.

‘’are we really going to leave miles ‘ere?’’ he asked, laughing as he combed his hair with his fingers. you laughed, nodding.

‘’miles knows how to manage without us for a night.’’ you replied, allowing yourself to speed up the car as you left the hotel, moving further and further away. ‘’i just know that i want you so hard.’’

‘’how much? do you have a percentage?’’ alex asked, hearing your hearty laugh echo through the car while the wind that came through the window ruffled your hair and made you more graceful.

‘’fuck the percentage, i want you so much. so fuckin’ much.’’

alex laughed, being quick enough to steal a peck from you as you took you both to your apartment or wherever. alex didn't care about having a certain destiny as long as he was with you.

after that, all you saw before your sparkling eyes while you both were inside the prius was an empty avenue on a halloween night in los angeles.

#alex turner x reader #alex turner smut #alex turner #alex turner fanfic #alex turner x you #alex turner x y/n #doctor says

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honest-moth-of-silver-grove · 8 months ago

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Bumping Into Them at a Halloween Party - Scarecrow and Riddler (x Reader)

Summary: Despite the recent major jailbreak from Gotham's Arkham Asylum, all of Gotham's usual drunken Halloween shenanigans seem to be in full swing. Some folks seem to be mocking the criminals at large, with almost half of all partygoers dressed up in their rendition of an infamous Gotham villain. Reluctantly dragged by your friend to one of the more hole-in-the-wall type parties in The Narrows, you expect another typical night of bad flirting that would lead nowhere and holding your friend’s hair back when she pukes. Little did you know you would manage to catch one of the rogues’ eyes when you bump into two of them in disguise.

Characters: Jonathan Crane (Scarecrow); Edward Nashton (Riddler)

Pairings: Jonathan Crane (Scarecrow)/Female!Reader; Edward Nashton (Riddler)/Female!Reader

Word Count: Approx 1,000 per Character

Rating: T+ (Some talk of alcohol and partying and stuff but nothing mature & nothing explicit)

A/N: Of course, I was in the mood to write something Halloween-y tonight, and this came from that. Yes, I’m still working on the other asks as well as two more Kinktobers people suggested in my comments/messages.

Enter Fear (Jonathan Crane/Scarecrow)

Crane had originally planned on dressing up in his own Scarecrow costume to teach a lesson to any drunken imbecile stupid enough to try and impersonate him. Fortunately for the Gotham populace, Edward had made Crane promise not to blow their cover by torturing anyone with fear gas this evening. So instead, Jonathan opted for a more subtle look.

Seated at the bar and bored out of his mind, Jonathan chose to observe a couple in a booth further back. The clearly inebriated woman was dressed up like an angel, wearing those fuzzy cheap mini-wings and what amounted to a white bikini as she nuzzled up to a guy in jeans and a t-shirt that read ‘This is my costume’.

‘How typical,’ Jonathan thought.

“Three bucks she pukes in his lap before the next half-hour.”

Turning to his right, Jonathan came face to face with you, someone who, judging by your expression, was just as annoyed by this kind of scene as he was. He turned back to view the woman and man in the corner booth, pursing his lips as he did so before turning back to you.

“Five she passes out in the next ten.”

You smiled, showing off your teeth in a devilish grin before joining him at the bar.

“Deal.”

Jonathan sat silent, watching you out of the corner of his eye as you ordered a drink. Interestingly enough, on a night made for boozing and treats, you opted for a Cherry Coke. In his mind, Jonathan couldn’t help but run through the potential implications of your actions. Perhaps you were an alcoholic or an addict. Or maybe you were someone’s designated driver which meant you hadn't come here alone. Or perhaps, you were correctly worried that on a night like this, too many people would be looking to take advantage.

After thanking the bartender for your drink, you swiveled your bar-stool in Crane’s direction.

“So, just to recap. If I lose I owe five bucks, and if you lose, you owe five bucks and three Hail Marys,” you said, gesturing to the gentleman’s costume.

“Only three Hail Mary’s?”

“Well,” you took a sip of your drink and paused for dramatic effect, “Maybe one Our Fathers, ya know, just in case.”

Jonathan couldn't help the small smile that graced his lips. Despite his earlier assumptions, he found speaking with you wasn’t as tedious as he previously thought it’d be. Your company was oddly welcome, and the man known to the world as Scarecrow found himself loosening his typically uptight composure.

“I’m not a real Priest.” Crane avouched somewhat sharply, finishing what was left of his scotch in a single harsh swallow.

“Wow. You know that’s a shame because I am actually a witch.” You gestured to your own outfit, complete with a black cape and pointed hat. “And now that I know you're utterly defenseless against my powers, I have no choice but to put a spell on you.”

“That so?”

Jonathan bit the inside of his mouth, trying to suppress the smirk threatening to break through. If anyone was the master of curses, it’d be him. Of course, you had no way of knowing that, without him being in his usual get-up and all.

Besides, he found himself surprised he was indulging in such a conversation, but he had to admit that your forwardness and banter possessed a fair amount of charm. It was hardly time to ruin this distracting, rather quaint conversation with a surprise dose of his fear gas.

“I’m afraid so,” you sighed, dramatically. “And now,” using both of your hands, you wiggled your fingers around, pretending to weave a spell, “I sentence you to an eternity of finding lucky pennies only wrong side up.”

With a flourish and a subsequent ‘poof’ sound effect from you, you ended your great curse with a little boop to The Father’s nose.

“That’s a pathetic curse,” Jonathan said, more disappointed than amused after the effort you went through with such a display. Were you simple or simply kind-hearted?

You shrugged your shoulders.

“Never said I was a good witch.”

‘Huh, well there was a fascinating complex,’ Jonathan thought.

“Come on,” he said, turning on the practiced psychologist charm, hoping you’d take the bait, “You can do better than that. If someone was really going to curse you, what would you hate for them to do?”

You continued sipping your drink, unbothered by the not-real priest's current line of questioning.

“What do you mean?”

“If someone were to utilize your worst fear against you, what would it be?”

You thought for a moment.

“Hmm, you mean apocalyptic-level fear as in like the fear of complete and utter failure or something really stupid but tangible?”

Jonathan took in a deep breath, hiding the anticipation he felt slowly rising inside.

“Whichever you’d prefer.”

“I guess I’d have to say…”

“Go on.”

“Escalators.”

Jonathan did a double-take.

“I’m sorry, did you say escalators?”

“Yes!” You practically shouted. “They’re literally stairs that move! Stairs are supposed to be stationary, that’s what makes them stairs! I mean,” you coughed, clearing your throat in between animated sentences, “How fucking shifty is that?”

Jonathan nodded, finding himself more curious about you by the minute. You were certainly a very unique person, with a very distinct psyche, he’d have to give you that.

“Sorry,” you apologized for your outburst. “They just drive me nuts. Anyway… What about you? What freaks you out so much?”

The way your eyes looked so open, so unguarded drew him in. You looked like this little cartoon character from some after-school special, genuinely interested in listening to what he had to say.

Had you been anyone else, The Scarecrow would’ve given you some bullshit benign answer: heights, the dark, spiders, something of that sort. But seeing you wait for his answer, sipping on your Cherry Coke in hand, Jonathan felt he could be honest with you. After all, it was Halloween, and he was in costume. There was a very likely chance the two of you would never see each other again.

Jonathan leaned in closer to you, lowering his voice, and drawing you in.

“I’ve never been fond of Priests.”

You leaned your head in even further and matched his whispered tone.

“Can I tell you something else?” You asked.

The raven-haired stranger nodded, his captivating blue eyes watching you intensely as he waited for your answer.

“You make a super hot Priest, though.” You couldn't help but bite your lip as soon as you finished your sentence, feeling a little playful with the decent buzz of alcohol floating through your veins.

The man licked his own lush lips before smiling.

“You’ve heard that one before, huh?” You asked, gauging his reaction.

“Honestly, no.” He answered, rising to meet your teasing manner.

You put your hands up defensively.

“Okay, okay. Coming on a little strong, I get it.”

“It would be interesting, however.” Crane voiced his inner musings out loud.

“Hmm? What was that?” You asked, feigning coy.

“A witch and a priest…” he tempted.

“Probably piss God off,” you added, nonchalantly.

For the first time that night, Jonathan Crane smiled a genuinely devilish smile, revealing a set of pearly white teeth under those plush lips of his.

It would seem after hours of ungodly conversation with imbecile after imbecile, it had only taken you a good half hour, to lighten the former psychologist's mood and Jonathan found himself up to the task of matching your titillating nature.

Perhaps it was a good thing Edward had dragged him out here after all.

Enter Mystery - Edward Nashton (The Riddler)

You were positively exhausted. All you wanted to do was go to your favorite little coffee spot, get a hot chocolate, and head home. But of course, you had forgotten that today of all days was Halloween, and to be out and about on the streets of Gotham on Halloween night was always a busy, crowded disaster.

Ugh, you detested crowds. And to make matters worse, your friend hadn’t stopped blowing up your phone, practically demanding you come meet here at this party in The Narrows.

Sighing, you realized hot chocolate was out of the question, and bitterly texted your friend that you’d meet her there in an hour.

Much to your chagrin, your friend was waiting for you with a gimmicky devil horns headband for you to wear. Of course, she would have known you wouldn't bother dressing in costume.

To make matters worse, her costume was that of a sexy angel, complete with a headband halo and feathered wings, which made it look as if you had planned to come to this thing together.

“I look ridiculous!” You yelled to her over the blaring house music.

“What? No! You look super cute!” She yelled back, pulling you behind her as she weaved through the crowd.

Finding a table was easier than you thought, mainly because it was still early evening and everyone was either sitting at the bar or mingling on the dance floor. Thankfully, it was a little rounded table in between the booths and the bar, which meant less traffic.

Plopping down into your seat you made a mental promise to yourself that you’d head home within the hour, the music already creating an unpleasant pressure in your head.

“You stay here,” your friend instructed, handing you her mini-purse. “I’m gonna go see if those hot guys over there will buy us drinks!”

Before you could voice your discouragement, your friend had bounded off, no doubt running up to a group of jockey, fratboy-type guys. You sighed, slumping in your seat.

Even with the annoying music and movement around you, you couldn't help but wish you had a book or magazine or something to pass the time. You know, something other than sitting there looking like a fool in a last-minute Halloween costume at a party you undoubtedly stood out in.

Looking out at all the people lined up at the bar, you noticed a younger-looking man, shy trying to get the Bartender’s attention. Not having any luck, the man paused and looked up, catching your eye.

You offered a sympathetic smile.

The man offered one back along with a raised hand in a half-wave.

“Try yelling,” you mouthed over to him.

“What?” You could see him ask.

“Yell,” you mouthed again, slower this time. “They can’t hear you,” you added pointing to the bartenders and then to your ears.

You weren’t able to see if the man was successful in his endeavor because, at that moment, your friend had come skipping back, an armful of drinks in hand.

“Woah there,” you said, helping her place them on the table. “Exactly how many did those guys get you?”

“Not me,” your friend countered. “Us!”

You looked over to the group of men she was talking about, singling out the one wearing a ‘This is my costume’. He looked like your friend’s type alright: unassumingly mediocre.

“They’ve got a booth if we want to move tables,” she said, taking back her purse and tucking it under her arm. “But I wanna dance first, sounds good?”

You nodded, gesturing to the mass of sweaty bodies beyond the bar.

“Be my guest. I’m gonna stay here. Wouldn’t want anyone to take our table. Or our drinks,” you added, hoping your friend would accept your lame excuse not because she believed it, but because she was never one to turn down free booze.

“Fine!” She wagged a finger in your face. “But don’t come crying to me that you didn’t have any fun tonight when you chose to sit here with a sourpuss the whole time.”

And with that, she vanished into the crowd of bodies jumping up and down to the rhythm of some song you had never heard before.

Looking at the array of drinks before you, you figured you’d pick the most colorful one with some sort of fruity-looking thing in it. That at least had some solid food in it to counter the effects of the alcohol.

You took a sip, and licked your lips, surprised at how easy the drink went down. It was extremely sweet, almost sickly sweet, and you couldn’t hardly taste the rum. You took another sip. No, it wasn’t hot chocolate, but it wasn’t as awful as you were expecting either.

Looking to your left, you saw the shy man from earlier, awkwardly hanging out between the dance floor and the bar, looking just as out of place as you had felt when your friend had dragged you inside.

Catching his eye for a second time that night, you smiled and waved him over, inviting him to come and sit down next to you.

The man looked behind him, checking to see that you were in fact talking to him. Turning back to you he was pleasantly surprised to see that yes, it had been true. You were asking him to come join you.

“Thank you,” the man mumbled, as he took the seat next to you. “It’s more crowded than I was expecting.”

You nodded, sympathetic.

“Yeah, I’m an introvert,” you confessed, “So like five people is a crowd to me.”

The man smiled, a faint blush crossing his cheeks.

“Same,” he said, letting out a huff of hot air as he laughed.

“So, ah, what’s your costume?” You asked, gesturing to his trenchcoat and fedora. “Some kind of mafia gangster?”

The man let out a full chuckle now at your incredulous suggestion.

“No, no. I’m supposed to be an old-time detective, like ah Dick Tracy or-”

“Philip Marlowe!” You said, a knowing smile spreading across your face. “Like in The Big Sleep!”

“Yes!” He nodded enthusiastically, “Yes, that’s exactly it!”

Finding himself feeling shy once more after his joyful outburst, he turned his eyes downcast, looking at the table and the array of drinks gathered on it.

“You’re the first person I’ve met to know who Detective Marlowe is. Not many people our age have read the books, I guess.”

“Or seen the movie,” you added, referring to the 1946 black and white picture. “I’ll confess I haven’t actually read the book. But I do enjoy mystery novels. Um, James Patterson is one of my go-to authors, if you can call him that. His stuff is pretty easy to get through and it’s nice to be able to just sink into something mysterious but simple like that.”

You noticed his eyes still weren’t meeting yours, but you didn’t mind. It’s not like the lighting was very good inside anyway, you wouldn't be able to see his face in great detail.

“Um, you can take one if you’d like,” you said, gesturing to the drinks. “My friend got a bunch of guys to buy us some, but I don’t really drink a ton, and she hasn’t been back since she went to go ‘dancing’ with one of them, so...”

The man bobbed his head, gratefully accepting one of the drinks.

After a few hard sips of that liquid courage, his confidence had returned to him along with a nice pink flush of his cheeks.

“I have a copy of the Big Sleep and its sequels, the books, not the movie,” he said. “Back at my apartment, if you’d ever want to borrow it or… anything.”

You smiled, your cheeks turning a shade of pink as well.

“I think I’d like that,” you answered.

A/N: AHHH! Happy Halloween! And Happy Booping!

#scarecrow x reader #riddler x reader #jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane imagine #edward nashton x reader #edward nashton imagine #jonathan crane #edward nashton #scarecrow #riddler #dc #os

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toulousewayne · 2 years ago

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Batfam and Batsis Headcannon: Ages 17-21

Tim:

Timothy Jackson Drake, was a little menace. Y/n knew that from the Time she found him on her doorstep. Tim was the first person Y/n felt like she had to really be careful of her actions in front of. Not because Tim would copy her but because she felt like she was supposed to set an example something she never had to do.

Tim becoming Robin was a bit of a blur for her, she just remembers them patrolling a lot and Tim asking her a lot questions in the beginning.

Tim didn’t live at the manor right away in fact it was a bit into his career before he fully moved in after his parents respected passings.

Tim felt guilty for not saving his father and Y/n spend a lot of time with him to help resolve this feelings because it wasn’t Tim’s fault.

Tim was the little brother she always wanted, he steal her eyeliner and she storm into his room and pick with him while Kon,Bart and Cassie would come over. They loved Tim’s cool older sister and she liked them.

Tim had trouble with words, especially with his feelings. It was no surprise to anyone that Tim walked into his sister’s room on a random Thrusday Night with blush on his face.

“What is it Little Bird?” She inquired while still having her face shoved in a Physics textbook.

Scratching the back of his neck and breathed out a strangled sign,” How do you know when you like someone?”

Y/n turned her gaze to him,”Like or Like Like?”

“Like like.”

“Boy or Girl?”

His blush grew even darker,”Well uhh..”

“Doesn’t matter to me, but just be your normal dorky self. Just don’t word vomit. You tend to do that Little Bird.”

Tim came out to his older sister first years later because she made Tim feel seen but not like it wasn’t a big deal.

Tim and Y/n formed a a very fun bond, it even rivaled his bond with Dick which made the older man a little jealous but it made him become more active with his younger brother which was something Y/n wanted him to do.

Patrol with Batgirl, Robin and Nightwing were the most comical nights Gotham had seen. You had a detective smartass Robin, a chatty hot headed older Bird, and the sassy and mysterious Batgirl. Riddler still has nightmares.

But things began to change and soon other additions became known.

Cassandra:

Y/n had made it clear to Bruce that she wanted a sister, not that she didn’t enjoy her time with Tim and Dick and even Jason. But she wanted someone who could relate to her.

One night after patrol Y/n returned to the Clock Tower and was introduced to Cass. She didn’t talk and once Barbara told her about what happened to her it only made Y/n more protective of her.

Between her and Babs Cass began to think for herself and not like how she was programmed by her father. Barbara taught Cass more about personal and emotional development, but Y/n showed Cass how to be a teenage girl.

She took her to the mall with Tim and let her pick out clothes she felt comfortable with, she let Cass take clothes from her closet in the end because it made her feel connected to people.

Y/n was training and Cass enter the room,”Sorry didn’t realize I was taking so long, I’ll clear out if you like.”

“No,your fine.” Cass responses. Cass takes a stance in front of her. Y/n gets in stance and they too spar. Cass can quickly match Y/n’s attacks and defenses.

The two sparred for a few hours before calling it. “Not bad Sis, how about a Root Beer Float on me?”

“Okie.”

Y/n wraps her arm around Cass and the pair walk out the gym. They two Wayne Sisters scare Bruce. And most men except Alfred.

Y/n was getting ready to graduate Gotham Academy with Honors and she felt kinda sad and Cass appeared before her and engulfed her in a hug.

“She would be proud.” She knew Cass was referring to Y/n’s Mom. “Thank you Sissy.”

Everyone attended,Bruce, Alfred, Dick, Barbara, Tim, and Cass. She was so happy and Bruce threw a party at Wayne Manor for the graduation class.

Y/n took Cass from a group of kids she met at school and took her to her room.

“Cass I your aware that I’m leaving in a few weeks for college in Metropolis.” Cass nodded.

“As much fun as it would be to tag along with Uncle Clark, I just won’t have to time or really need to patrol. Which is why I talked to Babs a few days ago and I’m stepping down as Batgirl.”

Cass understood what she was saying but she also knew how hard Y/n worked to become the new Batgirl.

Y/n took a black box and handed it to Cass. “Me and Babs think your ready and I couldn’t ask for someone else to carry on the mantle.” Cass tore open the box to find her own Batgirl suit.

Tears formed in Cass’s eyes and she hugged Y/n

“I won’t let you down.”

“I know sis, your gonna rock.” Y/n smiled and hugged her back.

Stephanie:

Y/n had taken a step down from being Batgirl full time meaning for a short time Robin patrolled alone. She felt guilty but soon she learned that her little bird had a friend.

Y/n meet Stephanie when Tim and her became official, this was only a few months before she totally resigned from the mantle but she did get to work with Steph a hand full of times.

One of the last times was when ClueMaster escaped from Blackgate and threaten Stephanie’s Mom.

Spoiler spring into action and Batgirl responded to Oracle’s request to assist her. The two formed a plan of action to enter Stephanie’s Mom job and save the hostages.

“You take the left side and I’ll go right. Take the goons out swiftly and hard.”

“Rodger that Batgirl.”

The pair made quick work of the goons, and finally found ClueMaster who had Steph’s mom hostage.

Once they save her she was anything but thankful and resented her daughter for re-prisoning her father.

Batgirl called her own and made the woman feel bad but the damage was done as Stephanie told Batgirl on a rooftop later that night, she learned that she wasn’t to blame for her parents choices nor should she have to atone for her father’s sins.

“Your Steph, never let anyone tell you stop being who you are and never stop being a light for others.”

Even once Stephanie and Tim relationship became more friendly and less romantic Y/n loved the blonde just as much.

Steph would drive up on the weekends with Cass and visit her in college. They would go shopping, try new restaurants and go fun amusement parks.

Stephanie and Y/n become really good friends and if Y/n needed to talk someone who was her siblings or Dad Steph was always willing to listen.

Jason Pt 2:

When Red Hood first emerged Y/n was away in school and no one told her. She had a long weekend and came home to surprise her family. Alfred was the most surprised to find her at the door but by the look on his face it didn’t seem like she was the first surprise this week.

She soon found out about Dick’s bruised ribs and broken leg, and Tim being attacked at Titan’s tower. Even Bruce had token a beaten from his last encounter with Red Hood and Y/n was furious.

“HOW DARE YOU NOT TELL YOU GOT HURT!” She scolded her father.

“y/n, please we didn’t want to worry you, we have everything under—“

She scoffed,”Like Hell you do! Your hurt Dick is black and blue,and Tim looks like he just did three tours in World War Two.”

She bit her tongue,”Who is he Father?”

Bruce sighed,”Y/n..”

“I won’t ask twice.”

Bruce didn’t answer her but instead pressed the button on the computer that light up with the DNA test he just got the results back minutes before her arrival.

Over the course of a minute several different emotions washed over her face and it landed on stoic. She turned on her heels and left the cave with Bruce calling for her to wait.

In a hours time she stood in front of a door in an abandoned apartment complex and knocked on the door. When no once answered she kicked the door down. And in the center of the room was a man laughing with a sack on his head as he was tied and chained to a folding chair.

She marched to him and ripped off the sack and there was bloody and bruised Joker.

“Ooh hello your the beautiful Wayne Daughter that left. Welcome back cupcake.” He chuckled. The sound of the gun clicking filled the room with Joker’s blooded laughing.

“Turn around.” The deep voice ordered. Smirking to herself, “if you were gonna shot me you’d pull the trigger already big brother.”

The room is silent and before Red Hood screams in pain, when Y/n turns around his hand is bloody and a Batarang is on the ground.

“Stand down Jason, he’s not worth it.” Batman brooded.

“You never understood me Old man, I never wanted to kill innocent people. Not Harvey,not Bane just him. He took me away from you..from her. From everything.”

The two had a heated argument and fight that ended with Bruce shielding Y/n from the explosion of the building.

Y/n returned to Jason’s grave and laid flowers. Sighing to herself she stood up and turned to the tree adjacent to his grave.

“You could have found me, I would have helped you Jay. I still can.” Jason appeared in a hoodie and refused to look her in the eyes.

“You always saw the best in me, even when I didn’t deserve it.”

“Bullshit Todd, you can play that song all you want but it doesn’t work on me.” She snapped.

He finally met her gaze, it was the first time since prior to his death did she see his face. His blue eyes now a deep green, a white tuff of hair at the base of his hair, a scare on his left cheek, his eyes look tired as well.

“I’m not who I used to be, I’ve changed, I’ve killed and I can’t change that. They don’t see it but what I do is stop the murders, rapistst the monsters from hurting people.”

She signed,”I won’t lie and say Dad’s ways have flaws but so do yours,” she glanced at the tombstone and dusted it off.

“I remember you taking to me, you visted me all the time.” He grinned .

“And now your back.” She smiled

He didn’t meet her gaze,” it’s not gonna be happy in the Manor, maybe never again.”

“You could try to find out what you want Jay, not many get a second chance at life.”

He nodded and with that he sighed with a grin,”I make no promises, I’ll see you around sis.” And he left the graveyard and she sighed to herself knowing that it was possible but it would take sometime for them to get Jason back.

When she returned to the manor she heard shouting and screaming. She rushed into the living room where Bruce and Dick were trying to keep Tim and and a young boy from killing each other.

“That fucking Demon cut me!” Tim shrieked.

“And I’ll draw more of your pathetic blood imposter.” The boy hissed being held in a tight grip by Dick.

“I can’t leave you idiots alone for five minutes!” Y/n snapped and all the eyes turned to her.

The boy with the deep copper skin and jade eyes was the first to speak,”Is she another one of your bastards you plucked off the sidewalk.” He hissed at Bruce.

Y/n eyed the boy before she turned back to her father,”And who might he be.”

“Damian, he’s your little Brother Y/n.” A tired Bruce clarified.

“Brother!”

“SHE’S MY SISTER!”

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like-rain-or-confetti · 12 days ago

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Hi, I really like your Batman villain prompts, and was wondering if you could do a drunk Rogue who is sad when drunk? Reader walks in and sees them and awkwardly walks over trying to comfort them?

Thank you so much!❤️

Stop making your face leak.

They got drunk because Batman foiled their plans and it's only a matter of time before they get Arkham or Black Gate. (And past trauma)

Professor Pyg: "Bloody hell, he sounds like a dying pig." You muttered. If this was him now, you hated to think what he'll do locked up. "Mama!" He shrieked. "I just wanted to make them beautiful!" You simply watched him. What else was there to do? Your thoughts were interrupted by another shriek. You sighed before patting his shoulder. "There, there, just...stop...screeching."

The Riddler: "i just want to prove I'm smarter! Smarting than any of you imbeciles." "Uh huh, i know. " "My own father hated me! He always assumed i cheated! I dont cheat! Batman is the cheat!" "oh...now you're trauma dumping." You grimaced. "Really, (Y/N)?" He stood over you. "Heaven forbid that at your age and your chosen career, you can't handle a man with FEELINGS!"

Harley Quinn: "No, I'm sure he's gonna come back...this time. Maybe it's a, uh, surprise?" Joker had left her behind. It wasn't the first time. As usual she tried to hide her humiliation and another break to her heart. Yet she couldn't hold back the tears thanks to the alcohol. You didn't have the heart to leave her to it. To leave her alone. Even if you knew history would repeat itself. You sat with her, wrapping your arm around her. "...There's nothing I can say that'll really stick, huh?" You asked quietly and she actually let out a tiny laugh. A genuine one too. Not just a forced cackle. Not a laugh of bravado. A real, genuine, broken laugh. She shook her head. "You know how it goes."

Mad Hatter: "i just want her to understand how much she means to me! I have to keep her safe in wonderland! Oh and i set up a wonderful tea party!" He sobbed. "Yet she screams how she hates me or is frightened of me!" He wailed. "I just want her to like me." You didn't do great with awkward situations so your answer wasn't thought through and was immediate. "oh of course she does...she's just...the type not to show it." You immediately grimaced thinking of all the women he might now harass because your dumbass tried to appease his delusions and claim 'Alice' was playing hard to get.

Scarecrow: You didn't know what would make Jonathan cry but you immediately knew you didn't want anything to do with it. Meanwhile, he cried all the while staring you down, watching you intently. So, you tried to lighten the mood. "I...I don't think I've ever seen you cry before. It's... somehow creepy." His voice quivered, his voice low with a small upturned smile. "Best get my kicks out whilst i can." Jonathan said. That was...an odd thing to say. "I'm sorry, are you actually sad because you're also grinning at me and it's creeping me out." He didn't answer but it felt blatantly obvious that he wanted to watch your reaction and found it entertaining. You blinked at him. "Oh we're never giving you access to alcohol again." You shook your head.

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sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee · 3 months ago

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How would the rogues go about adopting or having a pet with S/O? Are they interested in the slightest? Will the rogue be the one to surprise S/O with a kitten or pup or any other?

"Pets Galore" Rogues Party x Reader

100% I'm not gonna lie to you, I thought I'd already done an ask like this but then I went back over my masterlist- it was because I did two dog and one cat asks for all the riddlers. That guy, man.

TW: Mentions of animal abuse, mentions of feeder mice, mentions of animal death, animal testing

Riddler

Dog Ask.

Cat Ask.

Edward isn't particular on pets. The kind, anyways. He never got to have any of them as a child and for the most part the roles they played were those of monetary gain such as dog fighting. They were a tool to be utilized like anything else. It wasn't until he was older and certain perspectives began to shift that he found their presence actually comforting. Ultimately it would depend on what his other would prefer.

Dogs and cats? He leans slightly more to cats due to their mercurial nature and less neediness than a dog. Especially as a surprise, he would go for a cat unless you're allergic. Something fluffy with a cute face he can tease with a feather wand. He'd build them a cat wheel to use for exercise and food puzzles to watch them figure it out.

Something different? He wouldn't mind insects or arachnids as pets. Perhaps an Antilles pinktoe tarantula with full arboreal tank he's painstakingly cultivated the plants and bedding for. Watching while he tinkers. Perhaps a madagascar hissing cockroach in wonder of their resistance to the world around them? Or his own ant colony that he continually expands until their tunnels extend across a wall all on it's own?

Penguin

If it's about him having pets, he would have a pet bird which is, I know, shocking. Generally, he's going to have his own collection prior to meeting his s/o unless it's a rough patch in his life. That means at one point or another you'll be brought into a room and asked to put your arm out for a hyacinth macaw to step onto. This is Atticus- He likes nuts and biting strangers but fear not, he's right here with you.

These days he goes for less... illegal birds in his aviary. At least, that's what local law enforcement gets to hear as he flashes the licensing he totally went through all the correct avenues and didn't bribe anyone for. If nothing else, no one can say they aren't properly cared for. A large aviary with round the clock staff and access to an exotic vet on call if any of them show the slightest sign of illness.

Sometimes he likes to just take you to sit in there and stare enamored at the beauty of them. To sit perfectly still and allow one to land on your shoulder. He knows all of their names, where he got them and what they like and dislike. And soon, he's certain, they will all love you just as he does.

Mad Hatter

He likes rabbits and rats. Surprisingly, it's not because of Alice in Wonderland or in relation to it. When he was still a licensed and certified neuroscientist, he had a stint in the research process of his drugs and machinations. In that time, he grew excessively fond of the subjects he would work with- zebra fish, rabbits, rats, pigs... All of them were so sweet and he didn't deal with the emotional process well when projects ended. Genuinely, it would depend upon what his s/o favored so it comes to two different conclusions. Now that he's in a more, shall we say, steady environment, he can think about things such as animal companions.

If you're good with rats, you will be gifted two little fancy rats by the names of Barnaby and Bartholomew. He commissions Edward specifically to make them a rat housing system filled with tunnels and enrichment areas to keep them sharp when they aren't cuddling with the two of you! Jervis loves holding one of them in his hand to give a dried pea or another treat and watch them boggle with excitement.

If you're more of a rabbit person, a neutered mixed-sex pairing of New Zealand Whites are his choice of gift. Oleander and Periwinkle- They have a large indoor hutch that opens out to their own little guest room for supervised playtime. Both are fairly gentle and enjoy just sitting in your lap before going to shred whatever new enrichment toy Jervis made them.

Scarecrow

Jonathan actually has a pet already :) Her name is Dolly and she was a crow that couldn't be released back out into the wild. Nothing major, a small but healed break that would prevent her from safely hunting by herself or evading danger. He says he took pity on the poor thing. In truth, he really adores her antics and the way she mimics his laugh after scaring a nosy guest.

He's actually not opposed to adopting another pet, but the ground rule is that it will not hunt Dolly. So, preferably, something with very low prey drive. Even then, it'll need constant supervision. Unless you are particularly determined to have a dog or a cat or something else- It's probably somewhat easier to try and buy Dolly's love.

She does like to jump scare you because that's just who she is at this point. If you offer an unsalted peanut in your hand, however, she'll gracefully land on your arm for the gesture. Enough time and she'll bring you little gifts she's found, including bracelets you already own. When you come home from errands or a trip, she'll caw at you before bowing her head and begging for treats.

Music Meister

Songbirds! He has a larger cage set up with some budgies/parakeets that he likes to listen to when he's not playing his own music. It's not quite as grand as, say, some rogues set-ups but he thinks a lot of the work he's put into it! And yes, he, Jonathan and Oswald have all talked shop about their birds on numerous occasions including their care and housing.

If he were to gift his beloved darling, you, a kind of bird, he'd probably take you to a high-quality bird farm and take a tour of what they have to make your choice. Finches, lovebirds, doves, pigeons, cockatiels- Which ones appeal to you? He does sing to all of them in his own notes, the show-off. Is he looking for praise? Maybe a little, but in part he's looking for a bird that responds to the two of you.

He's the kind of guy who pays for sexing for his birds and nest boxes in case he does have mixed-sex pairs. There's a small camera so he can watch the whole process and he DOES cry a little when the chicks hatch. It's like he's a grandfather... He won't go crazy with bird breeding, but it might be a heartwarming experience to do with you.

Victor Zsasz

He's not really a cuddly pet guy. In his eyes, you're kind of his cuddly cute pet. This isn't to say he's mean to animals or doesn't like them. It's more that he would pet other people's dogs and cats and be fine not having his own.

He does, however, have a snake. There was a guy who owed another guy money and didn't have enough and the first guy offered a Western Hognose. Something about the color was super rare, Victor doesn't remember the morph name. Something cold- it had a blue-gray hue. He took it off the guys hands. Someone willing to trade a living thing for a debt didn't have any business with them anyways.

Basically, he ended up taking the little guy to a buddy that was a reptile fanatic and who sold Victor all the right stuff to keep it alive. Truthfully, he ends up enjoying Snake (which is what he named it). From Snake's little hisses, to his upturned nose and the dramatic way he plays dead... Victor loves feeding his baby thawed mice.

Killer Croc

Growing up, he was used to more community cats or barn cats. Maybe a dog for the farms in more rural parts. Working animals. Or animals used for the purpose of food. People had pets, of course. It just wasn't as familiar to him than the one lady in the neighborhood who threw out piles of kitty kibble in the yard like it was bird seed. Then he got big and scaly and... Animals don't like that. He looks more like a predator than a friend.

He's been kind to animals before. Fucked up punks who get a kick out of torturing them or making them suffer. Who wants to hurt a little thing that can't even defend itself? It was okay if they scratched him or tried to bite him after- it's a rough world out there. Why should they trust him?

That was why when you brought home a spicy but sickly kitten, he didn't mind helping you look after it. She hissed and she spat but he gave her a flea bath and cuddled her an an angry purrito. Weeks would pass and what began as an effort to get her adopted ended once she curled in a ball and purred until she fell asleep on Waylon's chest. He's named her Cayenne, Cay-cay for short.

Harley Quinn

Harley has had so many pets over the years and 90% of the time it was something she "found." From chubby hamsters to skinny puppies and actual hyenas. The hyenas had been "rescued" from an illegal animal trade situation and had been a "gift" from Joker. No matter what their origins, Harley kept them long after that disaster of a relationship until they both passed away from old age and the health issues that come with it.

When you mentioned maybe wanting a pet, she cleared up a day for you both to go to the local animal shelter. Neither of you had a clear or exact idea of what you wanted. Harley was certain she would know when she saw the animal. She loved the cats, taking photos for Selina. The dogs were cute! Yet...

It was when the two of you stopped in front of a brindle and white bull terrier named Rocky that Harley's eyes lit up. He had some scarring over his face and was a reformed fighting dog. Part of his left ear was missing. Cautiously he sniffed Harley's hand before sitting down in front of his kennel door.

You took him home three days later.

Poison Ivy

Pamela wasn't allowed pets as a child. They were messy and her mother insisted Pamela would never clean up after it and leave it for her. Besides, it wasn't ladylike to have a hamster or a rodent. The first time she would have any real exposure to animals was when she was in research for her botany chemical compounds. She wouldn't interact with them herself but... sometimes she did find herself watching the rats through the glass of other sectors in the labs.

It wasn't until much later after her transformation that she would consider the idea. In a way, her plants themselves were like pets. Carnivorous flowers and animal-hybrids that would defend her to the death and she considered to be like her babies. She cares for them, she loves them, several do have a sense of their own agency. They live in harmony alongside her as an animal companion would.

As a gift for you, she creates a special friend. She calls her a "flower pup", a reptilian looking creature with a "collar" of flower petals and no eyes. Sweet, seeks you out. Strangely enough, Ivy says she doesn't need you to buy food for her. Audrey doesn't take much notice until you realize someone tried to burglarize your home and all that's left of them is a size 12 sneaker and a couple drops of blood outside her dog bed.

Two-Face

Oh these two and owning a pet. Harvey post-arrest of his father and pre-two-face did have a dog that his mother still owns, decrepit little beast. So both of them have very positive feelings on owning another pet or even gifting you one! It's just.... what pet? Inside of their mind, it's rather like the three good fairies arguing over the color of Aurora's dress in Sleeping Beauty. Tough! Loyal! Soft! Small! Big! Scary! Sweet face!

At one point Harvey even suggests a cuddly little rabbit- before Harv strikes out that idea with a reminder "that their piss stains and smells fucking awful." Plus, you want a hutch? You want to clean a goddamn hutch? Yeah, I thought not, college boy. They agree on a dog before settling on a doberman puppy one of his henchmen is trying to get rid of. Almost smacks the guy when he suggests Two-Face get "ear and tail cropping done early."

After they decide NOT to do that, you get an early Christmas gift of the pup, bow and all. His name is Judge and he is very sweet and filled with so much anxiety. Protective of you and takes his anxiety meds from Harv who coos over his little boy in a baby voice. Judge doesn't seem to be able to tell the difference between Harvey and Harv- if he does, he curls at their feet during meetings both alike.

Black Mask

If it's up to him? He surprises you with a pedigree guard dog- He doesn't mind cats, but sure as shit he's not cleaning up a litterbox. At least the dog he wouldn't mind taking on a walk. To his credit, he did a ton of research and had his people do background checks on the breeder to ensure this was a well-taken care of animal with full health and temperament checks.

It's a Belgian Malinois and Roman learned very quickly if you want a working dog, you have to work them. One very chewed up couch as a puppy and the pooch is signed up for training classes and obedience courses. There's even a indoor doggy treadmill somewhere on the property for rainy or too-cold days for the guy. His name is Bruiser if you let Roman pick.

Bruiser... loves you. He lays over your lap and will gator snap if anyone but Roman tries to touch you. He whines and pouts at the door when you "should" be getting home. Loves to do tricks for a little treat and has to have gabapentin AND trazodone for the vet.

Mr. Freeze

Doesn't really keep animals that like to lay on your lap or cuddle because of his own fears of hypothermia (for them). However, if pushed in the right direction, his scientific mind would quite enjoy keeping a cold fish tank. A school of rainbow shiners with ornamental shrimp, tetra and a small catfish.

He would love to plan a tank setup with you- finding just the right plants and wood structures. Perhaps even taking a course on aqua landscaping. That would be fun to do together, wouldn't it? It's immaculate, that's for certain.

If it needed to be a mammal for your sake, he would actually lean towards hamsters and guinea pigs. Something about their squeaking and little attitudes.

Ra's al-Ghul

Not very interested. A long time ago, he may have kept some goats or other livestock as companions and production animals. Human lives are so short, most animals are even shorter. He can't quite get into the spirit of caring for an animal that's going to die in the blink of his eye.

This is to say, he's not opposed if you were to want one or already had a pet. He would be affectionate towards them. Give them the care they require. But there's this sort of... emotional barrier. He doesn't even know he's doing it. It's just part of the defense mechanism.

Bane

Honestly, I could see Bane going for one of two things: A tiny scraggly cat that's gotten way overlooked or a mutt he trains and works with every single day. Maybe both? You two went to a shelter and he couldn't help himself. He was, as they say, a sucker. There was a small concern that the rag-tag pair wouldn't get along, but some slow introductions and a little patience... it all worked out.

Frida, the dog, he jogs with every morning as part of his workout. He couldn't tell you what kind of dog she is except a love-bug when she's "off". When she's "on", she listens and follows his commands of short whistles and hand commands better than a professional soldier. If he was interested in that sort of thing, he could sweep the floor of an obedience trial over any purebred dog and owner. Her favorite part of the night is collapsing at the foot of the bed and slowly crawling between you for snuggles.

Tito is possibly the dumbest cat Bane has ever met in his entire life. Orange tabby, missing an eye and a slight neuro tilt to his head- Finally healed from the mange he had when he was first brought in and is silky soft. One of his favorite things is curling up on yours or Bane's lap when available. If not, Frida will let him lay on her side and clean her face.

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