#also riddler and penguin got mentioned

[ponds-of-ink]

Listening to the Batman Audio Adventures is so surreal– Especially when I’m imagining my own personal designs actually doing the stuff.

For example: Catwoman removing her blonde wig... only to reveal her actual blue-black hair underneath. It’s short enough so she can do the bait-and-switch reveal very easily.

And this is just a detail from the first episode.

(Edit: This Catwoman’s voice really fits the personal design too. Very nice. :])

[riddle-me-ri]

hii, hope you're having a nice day<3

for the valentine's day event may i request a ficlet with arkham riddler getting jealous? thank youuu

a/n: hahaha you sure can, God he'll try so hard not to be jealous but he just can't hide it, he's far too proud lol also tiny reminder this event is closed but requests are open!

Content Warning: jealous tendencies/behavior

Word Count: 594

Arkhamverse Riddler Getting Jealous

The glow from the vast number of monitors showing various crooks and crannies of Arkham City spotlighted his bent over form.

Edward was scribbling down riddles, diagrams of traps, anything that came to his amazingly brilliant mind.

Trying to distract himself from his ludicrous emotions…

Pfft, jealousy…an emotion far too trivial for him to consider unless it's to manipulate someone else with for his own personal gain.

But what were you doing fraternising with the other Rogues and their henchmen?

You knew that he'd know what you're doing and where you were…

Not that he was following you or anything either…nothing like that.

You were just an assistant–someone who's managed to prove themselves somewhat worthy and at least minimally competent to get his tasks done for you in a timely manner.

Edward aggressively shoved the loose pages all over the floor in a huff.

Edward had more than plenty of other concerns and tasks that took priority over whatever insignificant activity you were doing.

Dulled strained green eyes glanced back up at the screen–

You were spouting away with some of Penguin’s thugs…

A scowl grew across Ed’s face as one thug put his filthy hand on your shoulder–

His signature purple gloves got tighter as it bit against his clenched fists.

In a sharp short moment of pure indignation–he promptly turned the monitors off.

Edward held his head in his hands, his teeth grinded against each other.

The man indeed had to succumb to the fact he was disgusted to see you with others.

A can of worms that the genius didn’t dare to open–but he knows it’s there, to deny it anymore would be futile. Hopefully, maybe, it can be hidden so far down he’ll forget it’s ever there.

“Ed?”

Silence hung in the air like a carcass in a butcher's freezer.

“Ed?” You called again as you walked closer to him.

“What?!” Ed snapped his head up from his hands. “Can't you see I'm busy!”

Any other time, you'd just roll your eyes and let him be, usually coming back when you know he's been up past 18-20 hours and insist he gets rest.

However, you didn't, taking note that he wasn't tinkering with any equipment–the cameraa were all shut off for the first time…

“Yeah…very…”

Ed just grumbled as he turned away from you and back to the blank screens.

The screens buzzed back on as Edward switched them back to life.

“What were you doing…”

“What're you-”

Edward snarled before kicking his chair back as he stood up.

“Don't be stupid…you know what I'm referring to…don't make me ask again.”

You crossed your arms. You were mostly used to Ed’s shit, but you couldn't help but feel this was caused by something else entirely…and it put you off.

“Well, if you must know…I was getting intel, you mentioned how quiet some of the informants got so I took the liberty of finding out what's going on–”

You continued before Ed could criticize how careless that was. “I gave false names and stories…no one has a clue I'm working with you…”

You moved across the floor to where you were side by side with the rogue.

You dropped a few cassette tapes on the desk before turning around and walking off.

“You're welcome.”

Ed tried to think of something belittling and critical to say but somehow couldn't muster the energy.

He glanced over at the tapes that you clearly labeled to his specifications…

Edward Nygma will deal with this later–he sees Batman out of the corner of his eye.

It's showtime.

[butterfly-lies-chase-them-away]

Office Hours/Bells - Jonathan Crane x Fem!Reader (Part 5)

Pairing: Professor!Jonathan Crane x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 11,739

Warnings: Obsessive behaviour, Professor x Student, mention of cannibalism, manipulation, mention of violence,

Summary: Jonathan's been having more trouble with Batman than ever and Y/n wants to help out in a way.

A/N: Holy shit, did this take a very long time to write a part 5 for! My poor baby has been sidelined because of so many request coming through (I swear, everytime I post a fic or something, I get another 2 requests, I have 7 right now that I haven't started on 💀) and also Uni been keeping me from my baby :c (I have had so many assignments, I wanna die)

Sorry, this took so long to come out, but I hope you like this part 💚

(Office Hours/Bells Masterlist) (Part 4) - (Part 6)

-

Y/n's life seemed to be getting better with each day that passed. University days flowed smoothly, she found herself engaging with new friends, and evenings spent in the comfort of home with Jonathan felt like a haven from the world's chaos. She had made progress in managing her dependency on Jonathan. While she still felt a twinge of concern upon waking up without him, it no longer spiraled into full-blown panic.

But for Jonathan, life was a rough sea, each wave threatening to capsize him. Despite his alliance with the Riddler, his adventures as Scarecrow had become a problem. The ongoing vendetta with Two-Face and the Penguin haunted his every move. He protected Y/n from the grim details, keeping the nature of the conflict veiled in secrecy. And the relentless pursuit of Batman added further weight to his burden, his shadow looming over Jonathan's every scheme. Each thwarted plan, each narrow escape, chipped away at his will, leaving him weary and disheartened.

Jonathan's weariness seemed to seep into the very air as he sank onto the couch beside Y/n, the weight of his troubles evident in every crease of his blazer. 

Y/n's heart ached at the sight of him, her concern tender and palpable. "Rough night?" she murmured, her voice a soft in the dimly lit room.

"Isn't it always..." Jonathan's response carried the weight of struggles.

Sensing his need for solace, Y/n drew closer, her touch a soothing caress against his troubled brow. "Who was it this time?" she inquired, her voice laced with sympathy.

"Penguin and Two-Face," Jonathan's tone was tight, frustration simmering beneath the surface.

"And was Eddie there?" Y/n probed gently.

"Yeah," Jonathan confirmed, his arms folded tightly across his chest.

Y/n sighed, concern etched across her features. "Did he manage to escape safely?"

"Yeah, though he left me high and dry halfway through," Jonathan's words dripped with bitterness.

Y/n furrowed her brows in thought. "Hmm... as much as I appreciate Eddie's…intelect, maybe it's time you consider aligning with someone more intimidating than the Riddler," she suggested.

"That's easier said than done," Jonathan replied, his tone heavy with the weight of his predicament.

"You literally work at Arkham, I’m sure you can find someone," Y/n scoffed, playfully.

Jonathan ignored her suggestion, his attention moving to the clock on the wall. "You should be heading to bed. You've got uni in the morning," he remarked.

Y/n chuckled, amused by his bullshit distraction. "So do you!"

"Yeah, well, I'm your professor. I don’t want you to doze off during one of my own lectures," Jonathan retorted.

Y/n rose from the couch, a plea in her voice. "At least come to bed with me... please," she pouted.

Jonathan didn’t move, his gaze lingering on her. Y/n sighed, frustration evident, and grabbed his arm. "Let's go!" she tugged, pulling him off the couch.

"Yeah, yeah, just give me a minute. I'll be up in ten," Jonathan said, rising from his seat and making his way to his work desk.

"You better!" Y/n called after him, running the stairs to their bedroom.

As Y/n settled into bed, she couldn't shake off the worry that lingered from Jonathan's troubled demeanor. She knew his burdens weighed heavily on him, but she also understood the importance of his work and the dangers it entailed. One slip up and he’d be sent off to Arkham, and not as a doctor.

Minutes turned into what felt like hours as she waited for Jonathan to join her. Eventually, the metallic creak of the stairs echoed through the warehouse, signaling Jonathan's arrival, his expression still etched with weariness.

"Finally," Y/n teased, patting the empty space beside her on the bed. “You said 10 minutes, that was like 3 hours!”

“It was only half and hour,” Jonathan chuckled as he slipped under the covers, his tired frame sinking into the mattress.

“Still!” Y/n wrapped her arms around him, offering comfort.

"I'm sorry," Jonathan murmured, his voice heavy with exhaustion.

Y/n brushed her fingers through his hair soothingly. "There's nothing to apologize for. Just get some rest now," she reassured him, pressing a tender kiss to his forehead.

With Y/n's warmth enveloping him, Jonathan finally allowed himself to succumb to the embrace of sleep, grateful for the solace she provided in his hectic world.

-

The lecture had finished and two of them found themselves in Jonathan’s office. As Y/n lounged on Jonathan's couch, she let her mind wander, thinking about potential alliances, hoping to help the relentless pressure weighing on Jonathan.

"How about... Catwoman? You know her?" Y/n proposed, her voice carrying a hint of curiosity.

Jonathan, engrossed in his work, spared a moment to entertain her suggestion. "Catwoman? Just a cat burglar. No use. Besides, everyone knows Batman and her have a thing."

Y/n's brows furrowed in thought as she considered his response. "Hmm, true," she murmured, mentally crossing out Catwoman from her list.

Her eyes lit up with a new idea. "How about Mad Hatter?" she asked, her tone tinged with excitement.

Jonathan paused, briefly considering the possibility. "Jervis... You think Jervis will intimidate people?" he scoffed, a note of judgement coloring his voice.

"Well... maybe not, but can't he like... mind control and stuff?" Y/n persisted, her enthusiasm undeterred.

Jonathan nodded, acknowledging the potential usefulness of Mad Hatter's abilities. "Yeah, he can, but the likelihood of him teaming up with me is not high."

Undeterred by his negativity, Y/n continued to brainstorm. "Hmm, Bane's pretty scary. Wait, wait, wait! Killer Croc!" she exclaimed, a spark of excitement igniting in her eyes.

Jonathan's expression morphed into one of disbelief as he regarded her. "...Did you… did you use your brain before saying that?" he teased, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

Y/n's smile never faltered. "Think about it! He's huge! Scary! And probably indestructible."

"Yeah, you forget the part where he's not too fond of people, especially not us doctors," Jonathan pointed out, his tone laced with amusement at her enthusiasm.

"Well, maybe you just need to try being more likable," Y/n suggested with a casual shrug.

Jonathan stood up from his desk, his strides purposeful as he approached Y/n. "You don’t think I’m likable?" he asked, gently lifting her chin with his finger.

Y/n's eyes met his, a soft smile gracing her lips. "You're plenty likable to me, but everyone else thinks you're scary," she replied. "And it's not my opinion that matters, it's Croc's."

Jonathan took a seat beside her, Y/n instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck. "And if you can’t get anyone to like you, well then you’re just stuck with Eddie," she concluded, a playful tone coloring her words.

Jonathan sighed, his expression tired. “I’ll see what I can do.”

Y/n flashed him a smile and planted a kiss on his cheek. “Good boy,” she teased gently as she rose from the couch. “Well! You have fun. I have lectures and tutorials to attend.”

“I have somewhere to be this afternoon, so I’ll get Edward to pick you up,” Jonathan informed her.

“Okay, see you tonight then,” Y/n said, exiting his office with a wave.

-

As Y/n stepped out of the university building, the evening breeze carried with it a sense of relief, a welcome rest from the academic hustle and bustle. Her tired eyes scanned the dimly lit street, and she fumbled for her phone as it buzzed with an unknown caller. With a sigh, she answered, expecting Edward's familiar voice.

“Hiya, Eddie,” Y/n said.

“Good evening,” Edward's usual ominous tone greeted her, but the news he had was less than convenient. “I’m afraid it's a rain check tonight. Tell your lover boy I can’t come pick you up, I’m rather… preoccupied,” he explained, his voice tinged with apology.

Y/n couldn't suppress a soft chuckle at his choice of words. “No problem, but Jonathan won't be too pleased. You're becoming quite unreliable in his eyes,” she remarked, trying to lighten the mood.

Edward sighed lightly. “Well, perhaps if he stuck to our original plan, I wouldn’t need to leave him hanging. My apologies, nonetheless,” he replied, his tone sincere.

“It’s alright. Goodbye,” Y/n bid farewell, ending the call with a click.

With a quick swipe, she dialed Jonathan's number, anticipating his immediate concern. “Y/n? Is everything alright?” he asked, his voice laced with worry.

“I’m good, just a change of plans. Edward can’t make it,” Y/n reassured him, sensing his unease.

There was a muttered curse from Jonathan's end, a testament to his frustration. “I’ll try to make it as quickly as possible then,” he promised, his determination evident.

“I can manage. I’ll catch the bus and walk the rest of the way,” Y/n suggested, knowing she could handle the short journey.

“No, I don’t want you to do that,” Jonathan insisted, his protective instincts kicking in.

Y/n adjusted her bag on her shoulder, already making her way to the bus stop. "Well, I'll be waiting outside either way. Campus is closing up, so I can't stick around indoors," she informed Jonathan.

Jonathan let out a resigned sigh, his concern evident even through the phone. "Okay, just... keep me updated. Text me when you're on the bus, when you're off, and give me a call once you're home," he instructed, his tone protective.

Y/n couldn't help but inject a hint of humor into the situation. "Geez, even my parents weren't this paranoid," she teased lightly.

Jonathan's response was serious, his words weighed down by the reality of Gotham's dangers. "In this city, caution is necessary. Do you understand?" he reiterated, his concern radiating off the phone.

“Yes, yes, I understand. Bye bye,” Y/n reassured him before ending the call, feeling a sense of gratitude for his concern about her safety.

Tucking her phone into her pocket, Y/n stood at the bus stop, her gaze fixed on the approaching headlights. With a soft exhale, she boarded the bus without trouble, finding a seat towards the back.

Settling into her seat, she grabbed her phone and quickly typed a message to Jonathan, informing him that she got on the bus safely. The rhythmic hum of the bus's engine filled the air as she waited for a response, the unfamiliarity of the nighttime bus journey casting a subtle sense of unease over her. Yet, amidst the apprehension, there was a curious sense of peace in the solitude of the bus's dimly lit interior.

As the bus trundled along the familiar route, Y/n's mind wandered, thoughts drifting between the events of the day and the comforting presence of Jonathan awaiting her return. The soft glow of streetlights flickered through the windows, casting shifting patterns across the otherwise dim interior.

Soon, the bus came to a halt at Y/n's designated stop. Gathering her belongings, she rose from her seat and made her way towards the exit, offering a polite ‘thank you’ to the driver as she stepped off onto the sidewalk.

With a quick glance around, Y/n flicked Jonathan another text and beginning the short walk home. The city streets were quiet at this hour, a stark contrast to the bustling chaos of daytime.

As she walked, Y/n couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, a subtle prickle of awareness tingling at the back of her neck. Hastening her pace, she focused on the familiar landmarks that guided her path, eager to reach the safety of the warehouse.

As Y/n hurried along the deserted sidewalk, she sensed a shift in the atmosphere, a subtle tension that set her nerves on edge. Suddenly, a group of shadowy figures emerged from the darkness, blocking her path.

"Hey, sweetheart, fancy meeting you out here all alone," one of them leered.

Y/n's heart pounded in her chest as she instinctively took a step back, her gaze darting between the menacing strangers. "Please, I don't want any trouble," she pleaded, her voice trembling.

But the men closed in, their intentions unmistakably hostile. "Sorry, doll, but we got orders," another one sneered, stepping forward menacingly. "Two-Face sends his regards."

Y/n's blood ran cold as she realized the gravity of the situation. These men weren't just petty criminals, they were carrying out the bidding of one of Gotham's villains because of some vendetta.

Panic surged through her veins as she searched for an escape route, but the alley behind her was blocked, and the men advanced with predatory intent. Desperation spurred her into action as she braced herself for whatever came next, her mind racing with fear and uncertainty.

As the tension reached its peak and the menacing men closed in on Y/n, a sudden rush of wind swept through the alley. Before anyone could react, a shadowy figure dropped from the rooftops, landing gracefully in front of the would-be assailants.

The men faltered, their arrogance crumbling in the face of the unexpected arrival. "What the-?" one of them stammered.

The figure stepped forward, emerging from the shadows cast by the flickering streetlights. As his silhouette materialized in the dimly lit alley, a hush fell over the group of men. The air seemed to thicken with tension, charged with the weight of his presence alone. Batman.

Batman's steely gaze swept over the would-be assailants, each piercing stare carrying an unspoken warning that resonated with the force of a thunderclap in the stillness of the night.

Caught off guard by the sudden appearance of Gotham's legendary protector, the men faltered, their confidence crumbling. Uncertainty flickered in their eyes, betraying their inner turmoil as they exchanged nervous glances, silently acknowledging the futility of their actions.

In the deafening silence that followed, no words were needed. The unspoken command of Batman's presence was enough to quell the impending threat, dispersing it like smoke in the wind. With hesitant steps, the men retreated into the darkness, their once-bold demeanor now replaced by a sense of defeat.

Y/n watched as Batman turned to her, his piercing gaze never softening. She sensed an air of interrogation surrounding their encounter, as if every word she’d speak would be questioned. Given her complicated situation with Jonathan, she couldn't shake the feeling she was in fact guilty.

"Thank you," Y/n offered hastily, her gaze dropping to the ground, unable to meet his eyes

As Y/n attempted to move past, the man blocked her path, his imposing figure casting a shadow over her. Anxiety surged through her veins as she wondered how Jonathan would react to this situation.

"What are you doing in these parts?" His voice was gruff, heavy with suspicion.

"I live around here," Y/n replied, trying to maintain her composure despite the rising tension.

His scrutinizing gaze bore into her, making her feel exposed under the dim streetlights. "Not many houses around this area," he remarked, his tone sending a shiver down her spine.

"No, there isn't," Y/n agreed, her voice faltering slightly. "Goodbye now." She lowered her head, hoping to evade further confrontation as she essentially pushed past him.

As Y/n walked briskly through the dimly lit streets, her senses were on high alert. Every sound seemed amplified, every shadow appeared menacing. The encounter with Two-Face's henchmen had left her on edge, and the sudden appearance of Batman only heightened her unease.

She could feel the weight of his gaze on her as he spoke, his voice resonating with authority. The darkness seemed to bend around him, adding an air of mystery to his presence.

“Allow me to walk you home,” Batman offered, his tone firm yet reassuring.

Y/n's heart pounded in her chest as she debated how to respond. On one hand, having Batman by her side would undoubtedly deter any further threats. On the other hand, she couldn't let him know where she lived, considering it was a warehouse and Jonathan’s hideout.

“No! It's fine, thank you,” she replied hastily, her voice betraying her nerves.

Glancing over her shoulder, Y/n's heart skipped a beat when she found no trace of Batman. It was as if he had vanished into thin air, leaving behind only the memory of his presence. Surprised by his sudden disappearance, she couldn't shake the sense of awe that accompanied the realization of his silent departure. What they said about him was true.

As Batman vanished into the night, Y/n felt a rush of conflicting emotions flood through her. Relief washed over her as she watched him fade into the darkness, yet a lingering sense of unease gnawed at her. With a quickening of her pace, she hurried along the deserted streets, each step fueled by a growing urgency to reach the safety of her home to call Jonathan.

Shaking her head, Y/n turned her focus back to the path ahead, determined to put the encounter behind her. With every stride, she made her way closer to the sanctuary of the warehouse, her thoughts consumed by the figure of the Dark Knight and the mysteries that surrounded him.

Upon reaching the safety of the warehouse, she wasted no time in dialing Jonathan's number. His voice was laced with concern as soon as he answered.

“Did you make it home safe?” he asked urgently, his worry radiating even through the phone.

Y/n hesitated, unsure of how to break the news. “Well, uh… about that…”

“I’m coming home now,” Y/n could hear Jonathan moving around quickly through the phone.

“No, it's fine. Just finish… whatever you're doing, I'm fine now,” Y/n reassured him, her voice faltering slightly.

“Tell me what happened,” Jonathan demanded, his tone firm yet worried.

Y/n took a deep breath before recounting the encounter with Two-Face's goons and the unexpected appearance of Batman. "So, I got off the bus, right? And then these guys came out of nowhere, talking about a 'message from Two-Face.' It was pretty scary, but they didn't lay a finger on me," she explained. “It was pretty fun actually,” Y/n chuckled.

As Y/n tried to inject a hint of humor to lighten the mood, Jonathan's worry remained steadfast, his voice edged with tension.

“Y/n, this is serious,” Jonathan's voice was stern.

Feeling the weight of the situation settle upon her, Y/n couldn't help but sigh. “Well… the Batman showed up…”

There was a heavy silence on the other end of the line as Jonathan processed her words. “Y/n, am I safe to come home?” his question hung in the air, filled with uncertainty.

“Yes, I… I thanked him and told him to leave me alone,” Y/n replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

“But he knows you now. He's going to be suspicious,” Jonathan's mind was already racing with potential consequences.

“Yeah, I know,” Y/n sighed, her thoughts consumed by the implications of their encounter with Gotham's infamous vigilante.

"I'm just finishing up here. I should be back in half an hour. Don't open the door for anyone, don't leave the warehouse, and if something's wrong, call me," Jonathan's voice crackled through the phone.

"I already know this, Jonathan," Y/n replied, her tone laced with a hint of frustration.

"I know," Jonathan acknowledged before hanging up.

Y/n let her hand holding the phone drop to her side, her fingers trembling slightly. She made her way to her bed, the weight of the evening's events bearing down on her. Crawling under the covers, Y/n sought solace in the cocoon of blankets, hoping it would offer some comfort while she waited on Jonathan.

-

Y/n was jolted awake by the echo of the warehouse door slamming shut, she hadn’t even noticed she had fallen asleep. Disoriented and groggy, she blinked several times before realizing where she was. 

"Y/n!" Jonathan's voice pierced through the silence, carrying a tone of urgency.

Pushing herself up from the bed, Y/n's heart raced as she hurried down the stairs, her steps echoing in the space of the warehouse. Before she could even reach the ground floor, Jonathan was there, his presence reassuring and comforting. His hands were warm as they cradled her face, his concern etched in the furrow of his brow.

"Are you okay?" Jonathan's voice was urgent, his eyes searching hers for any sign of distress.

Y/n managed a weak smile, her own concern momentarily forgotten in the face of Jonathan's worry. "Doing a lot better than you, apparently," she said, chuckling a little even in the tense moment.

But Jonathan's expression remained serious, his brow furrowing even deeper. "I should have known this was going to happen. I should have made sure you were prepared. This is my fault," he murmured, his tone heavy with self-blame.

"Slow down, Jonathan. It's fine, I'm fine," Y/n reassured him, her voice calm and steady despite the lingering remnants of sleep clouding her mind.

Sensing the need for a moment of respite, Jonathan guided Y/n to the nearby couch, his movements gentle yet purposeful. With a sigh, Y/n sank into the cushions, the events of the evening still swirling in her mind as she waited for Jonathan to speak.

"I'm going to make sure this never happens again, okay?" Jonathan's voice was confident. Y/n could only manage a nod in response, her mind still reeling from the recent events.

As Jonathan moved around the room, his purposeful strides echoed in the quiet space. He retrieved something from his workbench and approached Y/n, a small canister in his hand. 

"This is a small canister of my fear gas. You keep this with you always. If you encounter any problems, you spray it in their face. Do not breathe it in," he instructed, pressing the canister into her hand.

"But what about Batman? He'll find out," Y/n asked, putting the canister on the coffee table. He’d know her connection with Scarecrow if she sprayed him with fear gas.

"I'm still figuring that out," Jonathan admitted, a hint of frustration lacing his words as he ran a hand through his hair.

Y/n watched Jonathan's movements with a mix of concern and guilt. Each stride seemed to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders, his brows furrowed in deep concentration, the flickering light cast by the single bulb overhead danced across his features, accentuating the lines of worry etched into his face.

As he paced back and forth, Y/n couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt gnawing at her insides. She replayed the events of the evening in her mind, each moment a stark reminder of her vulnerability. A knot formed in her stomach, a silent acknowledgment of the burden she unwittingly placed upon him.

Lost in her thoughts, Y/n's gaze drifted downward, her hands fidgeting restlessly in her lap. Picking at the skin around her nails, she couldn't bear to meet Jonathan's eyes, fearing the weight of his disappointment or worse, his blame. Instead, she sought solace in the safety of herself, hoping to find some semblance of clarity amidst the turmoil of emotions swirling within her, although nothing could comfort her like Jonathan could.

Suddenly, Jonathan's movements ceased, his attention drawn to Y/n's shift in demeanor. He knelt before her, his hands cradling her face with a tenderness that contrasted his earlier agitation.

"This is not your fault, you know that. None of this is your fault," Jonathan's voice was gentle yet firm, his gaze unwavering as he locked eyes with hers.

"You are my girl, and it was my duty to protect you. I wasn't there, and for that, I'm sorry," Jonathan confessed, his words laced with sincerity.

Y/n managed a small smile, her heart swelling with warmth at his words. "I'm your girl," she repeated softly.

"That's right, and I'm going to make sure you are never in that situation ever again," Jonathan vowed, sealing his promise with a tender kiss upon her forehead.

Y/n's arms wrapped around Jonathan's neck, her touch a gentle plea for comfort and closeness. "Take me to bed," she murmured, her voice a soft melody in the dimly lit room.

Jonathan's lips curved into a tender smile at her request. "Of course, my dear," he replied, his tone carrying the warmth of affection.

With effortless grace, Jonathan scooped her up from the couch, cradling her in his arms like a doll. He moved with smoothly through the warehouse, navigating the familiar path to their shared bed. Gently lowering her onto the soft mattress, he lingered for a moment, savoring the intimacy of the moment before retreating to change into more comfortable attire.

Meanwhile, Y/n eagerly awaited his return, her heart warm. As Jonathan finished changing into more relaxed clothing, Y/n's eyes sparkled with warmth and adoration.

Climbing into bed beside her, Jonathan enveloped her in his embrace, the warmth of his body a comforting presence against her own. Y/n nestled closer, seeking solace in his arms, her worries momentarily forgotten in the safety of their shared space.

"Can we just stay here tomorrow? I don’t want to go to uni," Y/n murmured softly, her voice tinged with reluctance.

Jonathan's chuckle rumbled through the room. "While you could easily skip out on lectures, I’m the one teaching them, so it won’t be that simple," he teased gently.

Y/n's pout softened into a playful grin as she persisted, her eyes pleading with him to indulge her whims. "My other lecturers and Professors cancel lectures all the time. You can do it too," she urged, her voice filled with mischief.

Jonathan's sighed, a testament to the power she held over him. "For you, I will. But just this once," he relented, his gaze softening with unspoken affection as he met her pleading eyes. Y/n cherished every moment they shared like this.

Y/n's heart swelled with gratitude, a radiant smile lighting up her features as she pressed a tender kiss to his cheek. She knew how Jonathan had a soft spot for her and she intended to use it to her advantage.

"Can you tell me what you were doing today?" Y/n asked, look up at Jonathan.

Jonathan hesitated briefly, his expression guarded as he weighed his response. "Just sorting out a mess Batman put me in. Nothing important," he finally replied, his words vague.

Y/n decided not to pry and leaned in closer, her eyes alight with curiosity. "Can I come with you to Arkham next time?" she asked eagerly.

"Why?" Jonathan asked, looking down at her.

"I want to look for potential allies for you," Y/n replied sweetly.

Jonathan's brow furrowed with concern. "It’s a dangerous place, Y/n, you know that. And after tonight, I don’t want you to put yourself at that risk," he cautioned.

"But I have you," Y/n countered softly, her gaze unwavering as she met his eyes.

Jonathan's eyes softened as he looked down at Y/n. "Fine, but you don't leave my side," he said.

Y/n met his gaze with a nod. "Understood," she replied.

Jonathan leaned back against the pillows, pulling Y/n closer to him. “Now, go to sleep.” His arm wrapped protectively around her.

Y/n nestled into his embrace, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her cheek. A small smile played on her lips as she closed her eyes.

-

Y/n practically bounced with excitement as they made their way to Arkham. Jonathan, though usually reserved, couldn't help but stress about her safety, especially after last night. The morning air was crisp as they drove in the car, Y/n chattering away about what ever came to her mind.

Jonathan had envisioned a lazy day at home with Y/n, perhaps catching up on some reading or simply enjoying each other's company, but Y/n's eagerness to visit Arkham Asylum to find possible allies for Jonathan sparked a new energy in her, one that Jonathan couldn't resist. Despite his initial reluctance, he found himself giving in.

As they pulled up to the imposing structure, Jonathan turned to her, his expression serious as he outlined the rules for their visit.

"You don't speak to anyone unless I allow it," he began, his voice carrying a weight of authority. "If we interact with a patient, you stay behind me. You don't leave my office unless I say you can, and only with me accompanying you. Understand?"

Y/n nodded eagerly, she had already forgotten the first rule. "Got it," she replied.

As they stepped through the doors of Arkham, Y/n couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine. The air seemed to grow colder, the atmosphere thick with an eerie quietness was sometimes broken with screams of patients through the walls of the facility. 

Following the security protocols, they passed by stern-faced guards who eyed, their presence a stark reminder of the dangers that lurked within the walls of Arkham. Y/n felt a sense of unease settle in the pit of her stomach, but she pushed it aside. It’s not like it was her first time at Arkham, but today, it just felt different. 

As they walked down the corridors, the air was heavy with the scent of antiseptic, mingling with the faint hint of decay that seemed to linger in the air. They passed by other doctors and staff members, each lost in their own world as they hurried about their duties. Y/n offered polite nods and smiles as they passed. Finally, they arrived at their destination, the door looming before them like a gateway to another world.

Entering Jonathan's office, Y/n took in the familiar sight with a playful smirk. Not a single thing had changed from when she was last there. "Wow, you sure changed things up in here, didn’t ya?" she teased, glancing around at the familiar decor.

Jonathan closed the door behind them with a soft click. "Well, you know me," he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Y/n's eyes sparkled with excitement as she turned to face him. "So... can I take a look at some patient files?" she asked, sweetly.

"I have a few patient files in that cabinet," he said, pointing toward a nearby filing cabinet. "But those are just the ones I have access to, the rest you’d have to look up on the computer. God, why am I encouraging this," Jonathan sighed, shaking his head slightly.

Y/n grinned, moving toward the cabinet. "Because deep down, you know you could use another ally. Edward has been doing… admirably, but the two of you could use some extra assistance," she remarked, pulling open the cabinet door.

Rummaging through the files in the cabinet, Y/n couldn't find anything particularly intriguing at first. Nonetheless, she knew she had to comb through them thoroughly. Pulling out a stack of files, she placed them on the floor and settled in front of them.

As she sifted through the scattered documents, Y/n let out an exasperated sigh. "This is going to be..." Her words trailed off abruptly as her eyes landed on a familiar name. "Hey! It's Eddie's file!" she exclaimed, snatching up the folder labeled ‘Edward Nygma’.

Y/n eagerly flipped through the pages, scanning Jonathan's notes on Edward's behavior with keen interest. As Y/n delved into Edward's file, she couldn’t help the cheeky smile that sat on her face.

"Let's see what we've got there," Y/n said.

Y/n scanned through the pages until she reached Jonathan's comments. "Hmm, it says here that Edward's behavior has been erratic, with notable mood swings and a tendency towards belittling people," she summarized, glancing up at Jonathan.

Jonathan nodded thoughtfully. "And my point still stands, Edward can be quite the pain at times. He's a brilliant mind, but his ego can be a challenge to manage. He's proven himself to be a valuable ally, albeit a complicated one," he explained, his brow furrowing slightly.

Y/n set the file aside with a sigh. "True, we can't have two Edwards, as delightful as that might seem.”

Y/n immersed herself in the task, each file a window into the troubled minds housed within Arkham's walls. She carefully studied the details, from the patients' histories to their treatment plans, searching for any glimmer of hope among the darkness. Some files bore the scars of past trauma, while others hinted at the depths of madness that consumed the paitents.

Despite the grim surroundings, Y/n remained undeterred, her will unwavering as she searched through the records. She knew that finding the right ally for Jonathan was crucial, and she refused to let the daunting task daunt her.

-

As Y/n sifted through the final file, she couldn't shake the nagging feeling of disappointment. Deep down, she knew the individual she had in mind wouldn't be found among these records. Still, she looked through them hoping that another potential ally would catch her eye before she reached the inevitable conclusion. But that sadly did not happen.

Y/n's disappointment lingered like a heavy cloud as she leaned against the couch behind her. Jonathan, absorbed in his paperwork, looked over at her.

"Didn't find anyone?" Jonathan's voice broke the silence.

Y/n shook her head, her lips forming a small frown. "No," she murmured.

Rising from his desk with a sigh, Jonathan approached her, his presence a comforting anchor in the midst of her frustration. He offered a hand as they began to gather the files strewn across the floor.

Together, they arranged the files back into the cabinet, the soft click of folders echoing in the quiet room. Y/n couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment as she closed the cabinet door.

Jonathan's touch was gentle as he cupped her face in his hands, his eyes reflecting understanding and compassion. "Thank you for trying to help me," he whispered, his voice a soothing balm to her disappointed thoughts.

"I just want you to be safe," Y/n confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want to lose you."

Jonathan's expression softened, his thumb gently brushing against her cheek. "I know, Dear. And I promise you, I will never leave you," he vowed, his words infused with sincerity.

A tender kiss sealed their unspoken promise, the warmth of Jonathan's lips against hers a reminder of the care that bound them together.

“I’m going to get you something to eat, you’ve worked really hard. Feel free to use my computer.” As he offered her the use of his computer, Y/n's mind raced with anticipation, her pulse quickening with renewed hope.

Alone in the quiet office, Y/n wasted no time in accessing Jonathan's work files, her fingers moving with purpose as she typed in the name she had been longing to find: 'Waylon Jones.' With each keystroke, her excitement grew, anticipation thrumming in her veins as she delved into the possibilities that lay ahead.

Only one file was shown on the screen. She hadn't anticipated much information, and true to her expectations, the file offered little beyond a photo, a name, and the location of the detainee. Still, it was a small victory to have confirmation that he was indeed housed at Arkham.

As she clicked through the sparse details, Y/n couldn't suppress a wry smile. The file painted a vivid picture of the individual in question: big, aggressive, and extremely resistant to any attempts at examination or treatment from doctors. It seemed he had garnered quite the reputation among the staff, earning him the privilege of a solitary confinement cell, though it sounded more like a shitty underground chamber than a conventional cell.

According to the file, Waylon Jones, also known as Killer Croc, had been transferred from Blackgate Penitentiary after a series of violent incounters with other inmates, that including cannibalism, this prompting his relocation to Arkham's more secure confines. With no mention of guards stationed outside his cell, it seemed they deemed the iron door barrier formidable enough to deter any escape attempts.

As Y/n absorbed the details, a surge of excitement coursed through her veins. The thought of finding a potential ally for Jonathan filled her with anticipation. However, her excitement quickly gave way to a sinking feeling of dread. She realized that Jonathan would never allow her to come into contact with someone as dangerous as Killer Croc. His aggressive reputation and cannibalistic tendencies made him too great a risk.

Glancing at her phone, she saw the message from Jonathan. He said that while getting her food, he was caught up by other doctors and forced along to an unexpected paitent emergency. With her heart racing and adrenaline coursing through her veins, Y/n made a split-second decision. She would take matters into her own hands, consequences be damned. With Jonathan occupied and unavailable for atleast an hour, she saw a narrow window of opportunity opening before her. 

Rummaging through Jonathan's desk drawers, Y/n's fingers fumbled in search of an additional access card of his. She knew her visitor pass would only grant her limited access, and if she were to proceed with her impromptu plan, she needed all the clearance she could get.

With an access card in hand and her resolve steeled, Y/n braced herself for what lay ahead. Was this very last minute and stupid? Absolutely! Could she possibly die? More than likely. Did she wish she could take a shot of vodka first? 100%. Yet, despite the looming dangers and uncertainties, she couldn't suppress a faint flicker of hope.

Stepping out of the office, Y/n's pulse quickened with every beat. She closed the door behind her with a soft click, casting a wary glance down the dimly lit hallway. The eerie silence that enveloped the corridor sent a shiver down her spine. The absence of security measures was glaringly evident, something that should have brought her little comfort instead made her feel at ease.

Despite her guilt for disregarding Jonathan's instructions, Y/n clung to the hope that her disobedience would prove to be useful. Perhaps she could return before he even realized she was gone, and if everything goes well, she might present Jonathan with a potential ally.

Y/n's gaze flitted nervously from side to side, taking in every detail of her surroundings. The walls were lined with faded posters and peeling paint, remnants of attempts to brighten the otherwise gloomy corridors. A shiver ran down her spine as she passed by the occasional door, worried someone was going to pop out at any minute.

As she reached the map mounted on the wall, she hesitated for a moment, her fingers trembling slightly as she aimed her phone to capture the image. The soft glow of her screen illuminated the map, revealing a maze of corridors and rooms, each labeled discreetly.

With the photo safely stored on her phone, Y/n continued her journey towards the elevator. The low hum of the fluorescent lights buzzed in her ears. Every step brought her closer to the elevator, which only brought the feeling of unease.

As the elevator doors slid open with a soft hiss, Y/n stepped inside, her heart pounding in her chest. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the unknown as she scanned Jonathan’s access card and pressed the button for the basement floor. The elevator lurched into motion, descending into the depths of Arkham Asylum.

She sighed in relief as the card granted her access, though the ease with which she snuck around Arkham only served to boost her nerves. The dimly lit hallway stretched before her, its atmosphere adding to her sense of unease. 

Y/n found herself appalled by the lack of security measures as she descended to the bottom floor. Pulling out her phone to consult the map, she cursed as the map to photographed only covered floors 3 and 4, prompting a groan of frustration. Nevertheless, she pressed on, determined to navigate the unfamiliar territory.

Fortunately, another map awaited her, and she quickly snapped a photo before studying it intently. The harsh fluorescent lights flickered above as she traced the route to Killer Croc's cell, designated as WC286. She couldn't help but scoff at the irony of housing such a dangerous inmate in what appeared to be the dank confines of the sewers.

"How humane," Y/n muttered sarcastically as she set off toward her destination.

Each step echoed against the concrete walls, accompanied by the ominous sounds of dripping pipes that seemed to heighten her unease.

Arriving at what she assumed to be the designated food storage area for Croc, Y/n hesitated momentarily before opening the refrigerator. The sight that greeted her was disgusting. An array of raw, whole chickens arranged haphazardly on the shelves. The pungent odor of blood and decay wafted from within, assaulting her senses and causing her to gag.

Despite her disgust, Y/n selected a chicken, her fingers recoiling slightly from its slimy surface. With a steadying breath, she closed the fridge and turned her attention to the door leading to Croc's cell. The anticipation coiled in her stomach. This was it. 

As she approached the heavy door, Y/n's pulse quickened, her hand trembling slightly as she swiped Jonathan's access card. The electronic beep of the scanner reverberated in the corridor, amplifying her anxiety. With bated breath, she watched as the indicator light flashed green, signaling her entry.

With a hesitant motion, Y/n released the lock mechanism, the metallic click resonating in the silence. Gripping the door handle tightly, she pushed it open, the heavy metal creaking ominously against its hinges. As the threshold of Croc's cell loomed before her, Y/n readied herself for the encounter, bracing for whatever lay beyond.

As Y/n stepped across the threshold, a chill swept over her, sending shivers down her spine. The dim, flickering light cast eerie shadows that danced along the damp walls of the sewer. The air was thick with the musty scent of decay, mingling with the metallic tang of moisture and the faint hint of something primal and animalistic.

With cautious steps, Y/n descended into the depths of the sewer, her footsteps echoing against the cold, wet floor. The narrow path stretched out before her, twisting and turning into darkness. 

"Hello?" Y/n's voice bounced off the walls. "I, uh... I brought some chicken."

A sudden ripple broke the silence, disturbing the murky water nearby. Y/n's heart leaped into her throat as she spun around, her eyes widening in alarm. Emerging from the depths was a figure, its form obscured by the murky waters. As it drew closer, the dim light revealed its scaly, green skin, and its piercing yellow eyes glowed with an eerie intensity.

Y/n's breath caught in her throat as she instinctively raised the chicken in a feeble attempt at a peace offering. "I'm not a doctor!" she blurted out, her voice trembling with fear.

The echoes of Y/n's words lingered in the cavernous space as she stood, her senses heightened, acutely aware of the looming figure before her. Waylon's form, still submerged, seemed to meld with the darkness. Each movement sent ripples across the murky water below.

“You lost, girl?” Waylon's gravelly voice cut through the silence. Y/n felt a knot tighten in her stomach. She swallowed nervously, the sound reverberating in the stillness of the sewer.

"No," Y/n responded, her voice barely above a whisper, the word hanging in the air like a fragile thread.

The faint glint of curiosity flickered in Waylon's yellow eyes as he regarded her with suspicion. His presence exuded an aura of primal strength, sending a shiver down Y/n's spine.

As she struggled to find her words, Y/n pressed herself against the cold, damp wall, seeking some semblance of security in the darkness that enveloped them. “Then what are you doing here?” She could feel the weight of Waylon's gaze, an unspoken challenge in his penetrating stare.

Summoning her courage, Y/n introduced herself, her voice trembling with uncertainty. “My name is Y/n.”

“So?” Waylon's response was a low, guttural growl, his demeanor unyielding as he judged her.

Y/n's heart raced as she struggled to find a reason for her presence in this desolate place. “I would like to be acquaintances, or something,” The fear of his impending judgment hung heavy in the air, suffocating her attempts at explanation.

“Why?” He asked, moving closer to her through the water.

With a shaky breath, Y/n said “I would like your help,” her words faltering in the face of Waylon's imposing figure. The tension between them was palpable, a silent exchange of power and vulnerability.

“And what’s stopping me from eating you?” Waylon's question echoed in the darkness, a stark reminder of the risk of her situation.

“Nothing… but if you’re hungry, you can have chicken,” Y/n's pulse quickened as she extended the offering of chicken.

His eyes shifted between her and the chicken. Suddenly, Waylon lunged up, out of the water. Y/n screamed, her senses overwhelmed by the rush of water and the frightening movement of the creature before her.

As the echoes of her startled scream faded into the darkness, Y/n found herself trembling, her pulse racing with adrenaline. The encounter had left her shaken, yet she couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope amidst the fear. She was okay. 

Waylon tore into the chicken with primal ferocity, his sharp teeth gnashing at the bones with a savage hunger. Y/n watched in a mixture of fascination and disgust, her hand recoiling as she realized it had just held the now-devoured meal.

As Waylon remained preoccupied with his feast, Y/n took the moment to attempt to clean her hand. With a grimace of disgust, she crouched down and swished her hand into the murky water, a futile attempt to cleanse away the filth.

Her efforts were met with Waylon's gruff observation, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife. “That water ain’t clean, girl.” Y/n's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she withdrew her hand.

Desperate to shift the focus away from her awkward blunder, Y/n attempted to strike up a conversation, her voice laced with forced casualness. “So uhh… you like it down here?” She glanced around the dimly lit surroundings, the oppressive atmosphere weighing heavily on her.

“Would you?” Waylon's response was blunt, his words carrying the weight of bitter resignation. Y/n couldn't help but empathize with the sense of isolation and despair that permeated the damp confines of the sewer.

“Uh.. no, no I would not..” The realization of the stark contrast between her privileged existence and Waylon's grim reality struck a chord within her, filling her with a profound sense of gratitude for the life she took for granted above ground.

Finishing the chicken, Waylon regarded her with skepticism, his imposing figure still partially submerged in the murky water. His demeanor had softened slightly, no longer radiating the same intimidating presence as before.

"Why you need my help?" His asked, curiously.

Y/n hesitated for a moment, carefully choosing her words. "Have you heard of Dr. Crane?" she asked, her tone lowered to a hushed whisper.

“What about him?” Waylon asked, sounding tense. 

“You know his… alter ego?” Y/n said, discreetly. 

"The Crow Boy," he muttered, his words filled with an air of familiarity.

Y/n nodded in acknowledgment. "He's facing some... problems with a certain… bird and… coin," she continued cryptically, her eyes darting around the surroundings for any signs of eavesdroppers.

"And what does that have to do with me?" Waylon's piercing gaze fixed on Y/n.

"I was wondering if you could help him… be an ally," Y/n replied.

Waylon remained silent for a moment, contemplating her proposal. "I ain't much help in here," he scoffed.

A flicker of determination sparked in Y/n's eyes as she leaned in closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "We can help you," she said, her words filled with hope.

Y/n's heart skipped a beat as she felt the vibration in her pocket. With a gasp, she grabbed her phone from her pocket, her stomach twisting with apprehension. It was Jonathan.

She answered with a shaky voice, "Hello?"

The stern tone of Jonathan's voice sent a shiver down her spine. "Where are you?" he demanded, his concern hidden behind his blank anger.

"Um, sorry, I'm on my way back," Y/n replied hastily, not giving Jonathan a chance to respond before hanging up.

Waylon observed her with a knowing expression, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. "I take it you didn't tell him of your little visit down here?" he remarked dryly.

"I have to go," Y/n said hurriedly, slipping her phone back into her pocket.

With a quick glance back at Waylon, Y/n offered a brief wave. "I'll see you later," she called out before darting off towards the security door.

Y/n's heart raced as she completed the security measures at the door, her fingers trembling slightly as she ensured everything appeared undisturbed. Y/n paused for a moment, with a cautious glance over her shoulder, she surveyed the corridor behind her, her senses on high alert. Satisfied that all seemed quiet and undisturbed, she turned back around to continue on her way.

But as she turned, her breath caught in her throat, and her heart skipped a beat. Standing right in front of her was Jonathan. The unexpected sight sent a jolt of adrenaline coursing through her veins, and she froze in place, her pulse quickening with a mix of surprise and apprehension.

"Uh… hey, Jonathan..." Y/n's voice faltered, a nervous edge creeping into her tone.

Jonathan's response was a stern silence, his features rigid with barely contained anger.

"Jonathan?" Y/n's voice wavered as she tried to meet his gaze, but he remained stoically silent, his jaw set in a tight line.

Without a word, he grabbed her wrist in a firm grip, his fingers closing around her skin with a vice-like grip. Y/n let out a small gasp of surprise, her pulse quickening at the thightness of his grip.

With a tug, Jonathan began to drag her towards the elevator, his grip unyielding as he pulled her into the elevator. Y/n stumbled slightly, her heart pounding in her chest as she struggled to keep pace with his stride. Each step feeling heavier than the last as the weight of Jonathan's anger bore down upon her.

As they reached the elevator, Jonathan scanned his ID. The soft hum of the elevator filled the tense silence between them as they waited, the air thick with unspoken tension.

When the doors slid open, Jonathan released her wrist, but his gaze remained fixed upon her with an intensity that made her skin prickle with unease. Without a word, he gestured for her to exit the elevator, his silent command clear.

With a trembling breath, Y/n stepped out, the weight of Jonathan's silent anger heavy upon her shoulders. 

Y/n's heart pounded in her chest with nervousness. With each step closer to Jonathan's office, her stomach twisted into tighter knots of anxiety, a sense of unease settling over her like a heavy fog.

Upon reaching the door, Y/n hesitated, her hand hovering over the handle as she braced herself for what would lay ahead. Jonathan's presence behind her felt suffocating, his towering figure casting a shadow over her as he stood just a breath away.

With a sharp click, Jonathan unlocked the door. Y/n entered the office as Jonathan followed close behind her. The door closed with a resounding thud, sealing them both in a confined space.

Turning to face Jonathan, Y/n felt a knot tighten in her stomach, her fingers trembling with nerves. She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could utter a word, Jonathan's voice cut through the air like a whip, sharp and unforgiving.

"Jonathan, I—" Y/n began, but her words were drowned out by the force of his anger, his voice bouncing off the walls of the small office.

"What were you thinking?" Jonathan's voice was filled with anger, his eyes blazing with barely contained rage.

"You kn—" Y/n attempted to explain herself, but Jonathan's outburst was relentless.

"Do you know how dangerous that was, Y/n?!" Jonathan's words came out in a flood of frustration, his tone harsh.

"Yes, but I—" Y/n tried to protest, but Jonathan's tirade showed no signs of stopping, his anger boiling over.

"I told you to stay here, but you didn't listen to me! Not only that, but you took my access card, and now there's probably footage of you going into Croc's cell! I'm going to have to go through the files and delete whatever footage there is of you!" Jonathan walked back and forth, trying to get a hold of his frustration.

"I'm sorry, Jonathan. I know I've probably caused so much trouble for you," Y/n began. She glanced down at the access card in her hand, a silent acknowledgment of her mistake.

Jonathan's eyes narrowed as he regarded her, his brow furrowed with frustration. "You could have died, Y/n. What were you thinking!" His voice boomed in the office, echoing off the walls with a force that made Y/n flinch.

Feeling the weight of Jonathan's disappointment, Y/n took a step forward, her heart racing. "I was thinking about you! I'm sorry, I should have told you, but look, I'm okay!" Her voice wavered slightly, her eyes pleading for him to understand.

Jonathan's laughter cut through the tension, but there was no humor in it, only a bitter edge that sent a shiver down Y/n's spine. "You are never leaving the warehouse," he laughed, his eyes filled with darkness.

Y/n's shoulders sagged with the weight of his words, but she refused to back down. "Jonathan, please! Waylon is willing to help!" Her voice rose in urgency.

Jonathan's stomped around the room, his anger radiating off of him. Y/n stood rooted to the spot, her pulse racing as she watched him gather his belongings. The click of his briefcase snapping shut echoed like a final verdict.

With a sharp intake of breath, Jonathan's hand closed around Y/n's wrist, his grip tight and unyielding. She winced at the pressure, feeling the weight of his anger bearing down on her.

"Jonathan, please..." Y/n's voice wavered.

But Jonathan's response cut her off. "Stop talking," he commanded, his tone brooking no argument. Y/n fell silent, her heart sinking with the weight of his disappointment.

The hallway seemed to stretch on endlessly as Jonathan marched forward with determined strides. Y/n hurried to keep up, her steps clumsy as she struggled to match his pace. Her heart hammered in her chest, the weight of regret and guilt bearing down on her with each passing moment. Jonathan's shoulders were squared and jaw set in a firm line.

Tears threatened to spill from Y/n's eyes as Jonathan's grip on her wrist tightened, a silent, but bruising reminder of his anger. She swallowed hard, wishing she could turn back time and undo her reckless actions.

As they reached the exit, the cool air outside offered little relief from the stifling tension between them. Y/n cast a glance back at the now-empty hallway, praying no one saw the two of them. He practically forced Y/n into the passenger seat of his car, the force of his actions leaving her shaken.

Behind the wheel, Jonathan's jaw was set, his knuckles white against the steering wheel as he drove with single-minded focus. The tension in the car was tight, a silent testament to the breach of trust between them.

As they pulled up to the warehouse, Jonathan slammed the car door shut with a resounding thud. Y/n hesitated, her hands trembling as she reached for the door handle. She had no time before Jonathan pulled open her door and yanked her out.

Wordlessly, Jonathan unlocked the warehouse door and ushered Y/n inside. The atmosphere inside was heavy with tension, each step echoing with the weight of their strained relationship.

Y/n trailed behind Jonathan as he moved through the warehouse, each click of the lock sending a shiver down her spine. His movements were methodical, reminiscent of the way he had locked her in when he first brought her here. The sound of the locks sliding into place echoed in the silence, sealing off any chance of escape. Y/n's heart sank as she watched Jonathan lock the warehouse door. The sound echoed in the empty space, filling her with a sense of dread. She couldn't bear the thought of being trapped again. Jonathan's jaw was set in a rigid line, his eyes cold and distant as he shut her out, both physically and emotionally.

Tears welled in Y/n's eyes as she struggled to find the right words to explain herself. "Jonathan, please," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to upset you. I was just trying to help."

But Jonathan remained silent, his back turned to her as he continued his task. The sound of locks clicking shut reverberated through the warehouse, each one sealing her fate a little more tightly.

Jonathan's expression softened slightly as he turned to face Y/n, his gaze piercing through her tear-filled eyes. "Y/n, I need you to understand the gravity of what you've done," he began, his voice heavy with disappointment. "You put yourself in danger, disregarding every warning I've given you. Do you realize how reckless that was?"

Y/n nodded weakly, her shoulders slumped in defeat. "I'm sorry, Jonathan," she managed to choke out between sobs.

Jonathan's features softened further as he knelt down in front of her, his hand reaching out to gently cup her cheek. "I know you didn't, but that doesn't change the fact that your actions could have had serious consequences," he said softly. "I need you to promise me that you'll never do something like this again."

Y/n nodded, her tears continuing to flow unabated. "I promise, Jonathan. I'll never do anything like this again," she vowed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jonathan pulled her into a comforting embrace, holding her close as they both sought solace in each other's presence. Despite the turmoil of the moment, there was an unspoken understanding between them.

As Jonathan held her close, Y/n couldn't help but feel like a child, being told off by an adult. She buried her face in his chest, seeking comfort in his embrace while silently chastising herself for her impulsive actions. 

Y/n slowly collected herself, she realized Jonathan's actions were likely meant to be more of a warning to scare her than an actual punishment. As Jonathan pulled away and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"Go clean yourself up," Jonathan said gently. "I need to call Edward."

With a nod, Y/n rose from her place on the floor. She headed off to the shower. Despite feeling shaken by Jonathan's reaction, she couldn't deny the underlying sense of relief that washed over her. Deep down, she knew that his protectiveness stemmed from a place of genuine concern and affection. While his actions had scared her, she understood that they were necessary, a stark reminder of the dangers she had exposed herself to.

As she processed it all, a wave of gratitude washed over her, mingling with a profound sense of dependence on Jonathan. Despite being the cause of her distress, he was also the only one who could soothe her troubled mind. In his arms, she found solace and security, a comforting refuge from the frightening world.

-

Y/n's shower was quick. Stepping out into the dimly lit expanse of the warehouse which she called home, she felt the weight of Jonathan's gaze before she even saw him. He was immersed in his work at the workbench, the soft glow of the computer screen casting shadows across his features.

Intrigued, Y/n approached him, her curiosity piqued by the images flickering across the monitor. As she peered over his shoulder, she caught sight of the video footage from Arkham playing on the screen, her heart skipping a beat at the sight.

"Is this what you called Edward for?" Y/n asked.

Jonathan glanced up, his gaze meeting hers through the lenses of his glasses. “Yes,” he replied simply.

Without a word, he gestured for her to join him, his silent invitation drawing her closer. Tentatively, she settled onto his lap, nestling into his embrace. She felt a sense of familiarity and warmth wash over her, easing the tension that had knotted her muscles.

Together, they watched the footage unfold, the scenes playing out before them like a silent movie. She found herself leaning into him, seeking solace in his touch and the safety of his embrace. His touch was gentle against her skin, his presence a reassuring anchor in the storm of her thoughts.

"I apologize for how I treated you earlier," Jonathan's words were soft against her cheek, his breath warm against her skin.

Y/n offered a faint smile, a silent acknowledgment of his apology while her heart swelled with a mixture of gratitude and relief. “It’s okay,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper as she pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek.

Jonathan leaned his head against her shoulder, his warmth enveloping her like a protective shield against the world. “I shouldn’t be encouraging this, but it looks like you did well… Waylon didn’t seem to mind you,” he observed.

Resting her head against Jonathan's shoulder, she allowed herself a moment of relief, her gaze fixed on the screen before them.  Y/n couldn't help but smile at his words, a sense of accomplishment swelling within her chest.

But her joy was short-lived as Jonathan's expression turned somber, his gaze fixed on the screen as he changed the video. “But I need you to understand the gravity of your actions.”

The images flickered and danced across the surface, a stark reminder of the dangers that lurked in the shadows of Gotham. As the new footage played, revealing the unsettling scene of Waylon's sudden aggression towards a doctor, Y/n's breath caught in her throat. The brutality of the scene sent a shiver down her spine, her eyes widening in shock and disbelief.

“You understand why I was worried now?” Jonathan's voice was soft, yet held authority.

Y/n nodded slowly, her expression reflecting the shock and concern that still lingered within her. “How do we know he won’t do that to you?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly with uncertainty.

“We don’t,” Jonathan admitted. “But I’m going to have to find out how to deal with it, not you.”

A flicker of determination flashed across Y/n's features. “I could do it, you saw how he treated me,” she offered.

Jonathan sighed. “Even with my consent, Arkham would never allow it and I can’t be messing around with the cameras all the time, someone’s going to notice,” he explained with a sigh. “I'll just have to see if I can take him as a patient and work from there.”

In the quiet aftermath of their conversation, Y/n couldn't shake the sense of unease that settled in the pit of her stomach. She just hoped Jonathan would be safe. 

-

Y/n's heart raced with excitement as she slipped out into the night, her footsteps echoing softly in the deserted streets. She knew she probably shouldn't have gone out alone, especially at this hour, but the thought of surprising Jonathan with freshly baked cookies was too enticing to resist. 

With the fear gas canister tucked securely in her pocket, Y/n felt a newfound sense of confidence coursing through her veins. She couldn't help but feel a thrill at the thought of being out on her own, even if just for a short while. 

As she made her way towards the supermarket, the cool night air brushed against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine. Despite the darkness looming around her, Y/n couldn't suppress the smile that tugged at her lips. The walk was only 10 minutes at most and she felt safe with the fear gas given to her by Jonathan.

Sure, there was always the lingering concern of encountering Batman, but Y/n pushed that thought to the back of her mind. After all, she reasoned, the chances of an innocent girl like her crossing paths with the caped crusader twice in in a life time were practically zero.

Picking up groceries from the supermarket was easy enough, and with her bags in hand, Y/n began her journey back home. As she neared the warehouses, however, a sense of unease crept over her like a shadow.

"Stupid nerves," she muttered under her breath, cursing herself for feeling frightened.

Every rustle in the darkness made her heart skip a beat, her senses on high alert for any sign of danger. "Come on, Y/n. It's not like anyone's actually here," she reassured herself, though the words did little to quell her rising anxiety.

But then, just as she was about to dismiss her fears, a voice sliced through the silence from the shadows. “I wouldn’t count on that.” 

Y/n's scream echoed in the night as Batman emerged before her, his imposing figure casting a long shadow in the dim light.

"Are you kidding me?" Y/n spat out, frustrated. This wasn't her first encounter with the Dark Knight, and this time, she wasn't about to cower in fear as there was nothing to fear. 

"Did I startle you?" Batman's question rang hollow in the tense air, almost sarcastically.

"Nah, I just screamed at the fucking moon," Y/n retorted, clearly irritated. All she wanted was to return home and bake her cookies.

Ignoring Batman's presence, Y/n turned on her heel and began to walk away, only for him to step out in front of her. Her heart leaped into her throat, what does he want with her?

"Do you mind?" Y/n asked, attempting to maintain her composure.

"There was footage of you at Arkham," Batman stated bluntly.

Feeling like she was under interrogation, Y/n tried to keep her cool. "How do you know who I am?" she countered.

"You went missing a couple of months ago, hard not to know you," Batman replied evenly.

"I was never missing," Y/n refuted.

"Why were you at Arkham?" Batman pressed on.

"I'm a psychology student at Gotham University. My professor takes me there for learning purposes," Y/n explained, her voice steady despite the tension.

"You're rather close to this Professor," Batman observed.

"He's a friend. I'm the only student that ever attends the office hours, so he knows me well," Y/n replied, the words carrying a hint of defensiveness. It wasn't entirely a lie.

"Some of the footage at Arkham was altered, footage of you, I assume," Batman's words sent a chill down her spine. 

“Cool…and?” Y/n pretended not to care, trying to hide her nerves, but she was running out of excuses.

“I managed to uncover that footage. What were you doing in the basement?” Batman's tone was firm, demanding answers.

“I was curious,” Y/n replied vaguely, hoping to deflect his questions.

“Curious of Killer Croc?” Batman pressed, his voice laced with suspicion.

“Naturally,” Y/n answered, keeping her responses brief.

“Are you aware of how dangerous a man like Killer Croc is?” Batman's question was stern.

“Yeah, my professor drilled that message into me afterwards, but he attacks doctors, not visitors, so I thought I’d be safe, and clearly, I was.” Y/n explained, attempting to rationalize her actions to Batman.

“Why did you look for Killer Croc?” Batman's interrogation continued.

“I told you, curiosity,” Y/n repeated, her tone firm despite the rising tension.

"No one does something as dangerous as that out of curiosity," Batman's words hung heavy in the air.

Y/n's chest tightened with a mixture of frustration and anger. His statement struck a nerve. 

"Well, maybe that's the problem with you," she countered sharply, her voice laced with anger. "You only see these people as enemies and dangerous. No wonder Waylon attacks the doctors, it's people like you that drill the message that Waylon’s a monster into people's heads."

With determination flashing in her eyes, Y/n pushed past Batman, her steps purposeful as she continued walking. But even in her departure, a lingering sense of conviction halted her stride. She pivoted on her heel, facing Batman once more.

"He’s no monster," she said, her voice ringing out in the stillness of the night. "He’s just like any other patient at Arkham. Everyone has a bad day now and then."

With her chin held high and her words echoing in the alley, Y/n turned away from Batman, striding off into the shadows with an air of defiance and self-assurance.

As Y/n finally arrived home, the weight of the encounter with Batman settled heavily upon her shoulders. The realization of what had transpired washed over her like a cold wave, sending a shiver down her spine. 

"Great, now Batman's probably going to be keeping an eye on me," she muttered to herself, a knot of worry forming in her chest.

But she quickly pushed aside her worry, forcing herself to focus on the task at hand. With a determined sigh, she managed to bury her concerns for the time being and instead try to distract herself.

"Let's just make those cookies for Jonathan," she said aloud, mustering a faint smile in an attempt to reassure herself.

Y/n wondered whether to disclose her encounter with Batman to Jonathan. The idea of revealing such a tense exchange left her feeling hesitant, unsure of how he would react. However, she knew one thing for certain. She couldn't afford to let her guard down. Not anymore.

-

A/N: Holy fuck, am I glad to post part five to this fic, sorry it took so long 💚

A bit boring, this part, but I wanted to post this part and I had a loT planed for this part, but decided it would not only take too long but it would be so long for one chapter, so I broke it up into two parts.

I hope you like where this fic is headed and are excited for the next part (Whenever that might be 💀)

I wrote Batman in here with the Animated Series!Batman in mind, so if he doesn't seem like Nolan!Batman, that's why (although, I don't even know if I did it that well). But yeah, I tend to write for different characters from different universes and just hope they play out well :p

I was watching "Love is a Croc" episode (one of my favorite) while writing this, so i kinda had him in mind while writing. Still mad how he betrayed Babydoll light that 😤 but Waylon my baby, so I forgive him.

I have a lot of other requests to get through first and assignments (not month I am on break, so I'll be able to write more often)

Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed :)

[aflamboyanceofflamingos]

So I've been dealing with a really bad fever for the last few days, and apparently i had written something i have no recollection of writing so here it is:

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Tim had dug himself into a hole.

To anyone that knew him, that fact wouldn't be too surprising. Tim had always been a very capable individual, but every now and then he became too in love with how capable he was and he would trip over his own ego. Usually the boy could get out of the messes he created, the sudden humbling giving him a clear head, but this time, he didn't think he could climb his way out on his own. 

The first shovel of dirt of this metaphorical hole came over 4 years ago, lining up with the first shovel of dirt of a literal hole. 

Jason Todd had died. Robin had died. 

Batman was in shambles. 

And 13 year old Tim Drake thought that because of the knowledge he had, it was his responsibility to fix him. 

Batman needed a Robin, and despite what Nightwing had implied, Tim was nowhere near cool enough to be Robin. 

So what would make Batman get his own sidekick? If his enemies had one! Batman would be forced to find someone else to deal with the sidekick while he dealt with the actual Rouge. 

The Joker was obviously out. Beyond the fact that the Joker was horrible, Tim may be joining up with a villain but that didn’t mean he wanted Batman to hate him. 

That meant he needed to find someone Batman didn’t enact a lot of violence on. That got rid of the Scarecrow and the various crime bosses (Black Mask, the Penguin, etc.). Bruce had been close to Harvey Dent, but a 50% chance of death was a percentage that was just a little too high for Tim (oh how that would change). Most of the lower tier Rouges (Kite Man, Mad Hatter, etc.) had gone under after the got wind of Batman's fury, not to mention that Tim really didn't want to spend his days smelling like ketchup. Poison Ivy and Killer Croc were cool, but their skills weren't exactly ones Tim could replicate. 

That left Mr. Freeze, Catwoman, Harley Quinn, and the Riddler. 

The Mr. Freeze was more gentle with kids, their “villiainly” being based on the actions of adults, and the latter three were in it for their own interests rather than the purpose of killing or invoking fear, Catowman wanted shiny things, Harley wanted chaos and fun, and while the Riddler didn't share the same soft spot for kids, he respected intelligence. 

Tim chose Catwoman; the least lethal, and the closest with Batman. The skills she could teach him would also be more helpful in other situations.

It took about a week from the day he knocked on Selina Kyle's door to convince her to train him, but soon enough, a couple days before his 14th birthday and a few more calls to 911 about petty thieves left in the wake of Batman’s grief then Tim would have liked, “Stray” entered the scene. 

And his plan was working! 

The first time Batman had seen the second pair of cat ears he had paused mid ass-kicking of a carjacker and followed the duo, leaving the guy with more teeth then the others.

Slowly but surely, as time went on, the punishments the Batman inflicted started to fit the crime. By the time Tim was 15, he even thought he had seen a small upturn at the corner of Bruce’s mouth as he witnessed a bit of friendly banter between the two cats!

This was when the young villain had started to become a tad bit overconfident. In his defense, he had managed to keep his identity hidden from even Oracle! Lifts in his shoes, a voice modulator, make-up to disguise his facial features, along with a set of the same goggles Catwoman had kept and physical information from being revealed, and Tim Drake never interacted with Selina Kyle so there was no reason that anyone should have suspected him.

That overconfidence is what led him to replicate his plan. If one Rouge sidekick had benefits, then two Rouge sidekicks would mean double the benefits!

Solving riddles wasn’t too hard for the young boy, being able to see double meaning and red herrings was a skill taught to him by Janet Drake, and he took to the escape-room-esque plans for his heists quite easily. The thing he couldn’t figure out was creating riddles of his own. Mother had taught him that knowledge was power, you only reveal it if there was something to be gained, so purposely revealing information about his intention, helping his opponent was not something Tim was accustomed to, not bound to the compulsion to always tell the truth.

If the boy truly wanted to replicate the Riddler, then he would have to learn from the man himself.

Convincing the enigmatic man to teach Tim was easier than it had been with Catowman, the impressive display of bypassing the puzzles that hid the location of the game-playing criminal certainly helping.

Now, 15 years old with an unexplained skill boost in his AP Lang class (the lessons on wordplay were a definite help), The Riddler’s protege, ‘The Puzzler’ became the newest addition to the Gotham Rogues. He resented that name by the way. It was supposed to be Sibyl or Sphinx, they were on theme because they spoke in riddles and though he would deny it, the use of greek figures were his own little way of mocking Oracle, who still couldn’t figure out his identity. But apparently Poison Ivy and the Riddler had brunch once a month (something about being the green Rouges?) and she had heard the Riddler refer to him as “the little puzzle piece” when he was talking about his apprentice and the puzzle theme stuck despite how uncreative the name was.

This is when things became a bit hectic. Not only did Tim have to hide his nightlife from Batman and his parents, now he had to keep his two mentors from realizing that their mentees were the same person. 

He managed to convince Selina that the reason he was so busy lately was the AP classes that came with sophomore year, and while it wasn’t a lie, it certainly wasn’t the full story.

Nygma was easier to deceive. Tim had refrained from sharing his actual identity with the man (just because he would tell the truth in his puzzles for the sake of theme didn’t mean that he would be sharing personal information if it wasn’t needed. The only reason he hadn't hid it from Selina was to gain her trust, something that wasn’t needed with the Riddler) so just saying that he was busy was enough.

All the effort was worth it though. Things kept getting better.

Nightwing was seen in Gotham more often, and Spoiler (someone who Tim initially thought was trying to steal his thing by being a sidekick of the Cluemaster, only to realize she was working against him) had been seen fighting alongside the Batman one or twice. 

On an unrelated note, Stephiane Brown suddenly had her tuition for Gotham Academy paid for in full by the newly created Jason Todd Foundation.

Since things were going so well, he decided to push his luck a little further.

Unfortunately for Tim, he would soon realize the reason he was known for his bad luck in the future.

It started off like other times. Tim convinced Harley Quinn to take him under her wing, and “Ace” made their debut along with Tim’s 5 in AP Psych (Thank you Dr. Quinzel).

Steph and Tim happened to share a few classes together, and went from study buddies (Tim helping her in Chem, and Steph helping him in American History) to close friends.

Spoiler officially joined the Bats, and there were rumors of another bat joining the clan as well. Well there were no actual rumors, but the newest Wayne kid, Cassandra, had started joining him and Steph at their lunch table so her becoming a new bat wouldn’t be too surprising.

Soon enough though, things went to shit.

To start off, the first time Spoiler met Ace, she threw a brick at his head.

Second, His parents had caught him sneaking out and had grounded him, meaning that he now had to wait until they did their last check on his room at 12:00 to sneak out. 

The lack of sleep was starting to catch up to the highschooler. Handling 3 separate nightlife identities was hard enough, but doing so while exhausted was even harder.

After pulling an all nighter to study for a test the night before, he had gone to Selina’s apartment dressed as Ace, and had both costumes not been mostly black he would have been undoubtedly caught before he managed to fix his mistake.

Puzzler once spent a whole night sounding like Stray, and he didn’t think that his “sore throat” lie was all that believable.

Tim accidentally made a cat pun instead of a bat one when engaging in vaguely flirty banter with Spoiler as Ace and Harley had set him down to have the talk, stating that she would love him no matter who he liked and she would be happy to serve as a wingman for him and Catwoman’s protege. It would be funny if it wasn’t so embarrassing.

Third, Cassandra Wayne definitely knew something.

Tim’s “rumors” were right. 2 weeks after Cass had first joined their table Black Bat made herself known. By pinning Puzzler to the ground.

The next day Cass spent the entire lunch period staring at Tim. When he attempted to throw her off by invoking a mix of Stray and Ace’s mannerisms she stopped staring, instead choosing to freak Tim out more by smiling knowingly. At his wide eyes she mimed zipping her lips and throwing away the key only throwing Tim off further. Cass was too smart to not have known, but there was no reason she wouldn’t tell if she did know, right?

Last, but not least, and the worst of all:

Jason Todd was alive.

~~~~~~~

I have no clue where i was going with that last line, but i see a vision, so I'm hoping it will come back to me, but if not, any suggestions or constructive criticism (or a better puzzle themed name for tim) would be helpful

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Which of the Gotham rogues do you think would be into marking their partner? Which ones do you think are more into PDA and showing off their partner, and which ones are more private?

Would love to hear your HCs for all of them ❤️.

"Showing off" Rogues Party

OH HELLO? MARKING AND PDA HM? Sorry this took so long, but better late than never!

TW: NSFW, marking, degradation, somnophilia, biting, knife play, needle play, collars, spanking

Riddler

Somewhere mid- on the scale of marking. He enjoys it, but it's not a necessary kink for him. In the case of his partner being into marking and encouraging him, he would get into a lot of theatrics for it. Talking sweet and dirty to you as he leaves an imprint of his teeth. Taking a green sharpie and writing a question mark on your hip because he thinks he's cute.

One thing that would get him going is seeing the imprint of ropes or ties on you. Nothing that cuts into you deeply, but seeing those marks after a session of tying you up... the intricacies of patterns pressed into your skin, even if it's brief. He wants to drag his lips across it.

He's obnoxiously into PDA. Despite the fact that he doesn't like touching by anyone else, he's terrible about it when it comes to you- Unless you ask otherwise. Taking a moment just to kiss you, not caring who sees. Hanging off of you when you're talking to someone else. See, everyone who thought he was too annoying and made up his partner, here they are! In the flesh! He's making sure everyone knows you're dating. And that anyone who tries to get at him through you will encounter a fate worse than death :)

Penguin

Oswald likes biting- HOWEVER, it's a ton of light grazing because his teeth are actually sharp and he doesn't want to hurt you. Plus, he likes your skin as it is. Light scars but nothing that will stay longer than a couple weeks. He will dirty talk it up though in the heat of the moment.

He'll pick out your outfits and things that have an obvious insignia or "Cobblepot colors" of white, black and purple. Garter stockings/thigh harness with jewelry he bought you that people can only see when you flash your leg a certain way. If nothing else, he'd ice you out with a choker if that's more your thing. He would also pay for a tattoo- nothing crazy, but a symbol on your thigh or hip that's meant to represent him.

Showing off his partner is part of the deal. He's an incredibly public figure and he doesn't intend on hiding the fact that someone really cares about him. That and the fact that you fuck. His hands linger over your ass or thighs in a way that tells everyone else you're taken, which is a form of marking on it's own. He also likes public sex or at minimum public messing around, even if he would make sure to cover you up if you were ever caught.

Mad Hatter

IRONICALLY, for him being as kinky as he is, he wouldn't like marking with his teeth or hands. Into marking in the sense of clothing. Matching decor- themes. You two walk into a room and it's obvious you are Together. If he ever did mark your skin in a lasting way, he'd be the first one to kiss it. Terribly sorry, dear, he couldn't help it. You're far too lovely for him to resist. It would turn into a praise session for how beautiful you are.

The ONLY exception to not liking to leave marks is with somnophilia and even then, he'd ask you first if it was okay/part of the play for you. Him being so cautious to not even wake you up, using your body to his whims and the only sign when you wake up is a pleasant soreness and little marks on your hips or thighs.

Yes and no. He wants people to know the two of you are together but he does have a sense of being chaste in public. If you initiate, he'll gladly reciprocate the affection you give him. The clothing mentioned would likely be enough to clue people in, anyways. If someone made him jealous or got too close to you, however, he'd suddenly get a lot touchier and in your space. He likes the idea or perception of him being a gentleman despite his dabbling in psychedelics and mind control.

Scarecrow

The psychological effects of marking alone makes it a fascinating thing for Jonathan. I've mentioned it before, but sex to him is yet another avenue to analyze you and your mind through behavior. What satisfaction does it give you to be "owned" by him? To have other people see that you're "his" by the marks he leaves upon your skin? It's a very fun thing for him to sink his teeth into, metaphorically and literally.

Usually his idea of marking is using his nails on your skin, leaving scratches that bloom in light inflammation after the moment is gone. Lines he can run his fingers over in the following days. It doesn't show to anyone besides him really, but he's also fond of spanking. Leaving little marks by his hands or a tool that you'd have to wiggle in front of a mirror or get a photo of to see.

Not big on PDA. This is a man who grew up having to hide a lot of facets about himself so he wouldn't be a target to bad things. Then it was the second persona of the Scarecrow. He's very private in the day to day outside of certain people. You'd find he's much more likely to kiss you in front of fellow rogues, for example. He would get you something small as a gesture to show off your "engagement" i.e. relationship to him, however, a small ring, necklace or a bracelet sort of thing.

Music Meister

He would feel bad. He sees that he gave you a bruise on your thigh when he grabbed you in bed and he's apologizing when he sees it. He has an incredibly soft and romanticized idea of sex so he doesn't try to get rough in the first place. You'd have to ease him into it and make it a sort of scenario. He'd be careful still, but you might get something out of it. Reassure him it's alright and that you like it.

A type of marking he would do, though, without much prompting, is physical marker writing. Ticking off the amount of times he's made you moan on your thighs. A little note here or there for you to find later. A song lyric because he has ADHD and got distracted- well. You shouldn't be shocked.

PDA and showing off, though? He's making an entire musical number to announce your arrival. Clarence is having you in dance routines for his heists. Everyone is going to know that you are together. If you were looking for privacy, you should not have gone for the theater kid. Lots of public kissing, hand holding and his arm around your body.

Victor Zsasz

ooooooo fucking boy.

#1 the guy you would look at for marking. If you can handle the fact that he's a freak and not really a nice guy, he'll mark you every which way you can imagine. Literal markers, his hands, his nails, his teeth, needles, knives, actually carving his initials into you- If you're game, he'll do it. Make you bleed while making sure you're not passing out on him or getting too injured. He'd "mark" his gun or knife handle by fucking you with it so he's always got "you" around when he's working.

Would write "cum dump" on your abdomen with drawn hearts if you're into that. He'll even take pictures of you like that, bound and gagged and stuffed with his cum for a spank bank later. If you've ever seen the intricate "needle art" some people will do (with sterile equipment), he would. If you don't at least have a couple bruises after going with him, he doesn't think he's properly fucked you.

He's... disgusting, really. He'll spit in your mouth in public to show off how good you are for him if you'd allow it. Collar and a leash, make you pant on his leg and beg for it. In more refined, appropriate settings, he would push it by huffing about wanting a kiss. In certain crowds he'd be more private for your protection. Because in his own twisted little way, he does care.

Killer Croc

Marking is something he got into over the years because it's very difficult for him not to mark up a partner by accident. It took a while to get there emotionally/psychologically since it definitely fed into this fear of him being a monster that only hurts people. Then as the condition got worse, people generally lost interest unless they had a fetish which just... no. As he came to acceptance with his entire thing, the marking kink sort of fell into place.

Yet, he's still careful as he drags his claws up the plush of your thighs, holding you close to kiss him. It's not terribly hard for him to make someone bleed, after all. Where it might be more difficult to restrain himself funny enough, is if his partner is holding all the control and he gets REALLY in the moment. You could be ordering him around, he's with it, and he's also biting your shoulder hard enough to leave a blemish.

He doesn't dislike PDA, but he won't really initiate. There isn't a particular reason for it. It's just not really his style. He thinks it's really cute if you want to hang off his arm or kiss him around other people, though. It's very validating for him. One way or another, people are going to know the two of you are together if it's by conversation or him playfully hoisting you on his shoulder as you head home.

Harley Quinn

It's actually not a kink of hers, it's rather something that just kind of happens because she gets really enthusiastic. If anything, she winces if she sees too many bruises on you, kissing softly as a way of showing her apologies. There was a time she loved seeing those on her own body because of what they meant- Now it's a grim reminder. Side note: if you guys play spar it's a slight exception, this is related specifically to sex/romantic relationship things.

That all being said, she adores being with you and pretty much all displays of affection being with you. It's not shocking to literally anyone who ever saw her when she was with the Joker. She has a penchant for pet names and grandiose gestures of her affection. She's the one who walks up to a carnival game and the guy working there thinks they'll take her money- and she walks away with the biggest stuffed animal for you.

Sometimes you'll look over at her when you're out together and you'll notice she's just looking at you with hearts in her eyes. Holding you and being held by you in those movie theaters where you can push up the arm rests. Sharing a drink and food. Everyone in Gotham knows.

Poison Ivy

Only likes it in the sense of rough play. Similar to Harley, doesn't aim for it. Just happens. Bruises from being bound. Scratches from messing about around her plants or her perfect nails. Doesn't really use her teeth for much, however. Given how her saliva can have an effect on people even when she doesn't mean to via an oral route, she would not want to risk it getting into your bloodstream. It's a "just in case" safety precaution.

The exception to intentional marking is if it's part of dominating play and it's something her partner is seeking out. Even then, it's more about clothing to put you in a position of "hers". For example, collars, clothing with tight straps, etc etc. You want people to know you're hers, baby? Why don't you tell them yourself?

Yes and no on PDA. When someone is under her thrall, she loves big displays because it shows the power she has over them. With you, her partner, she's actually more demure. A small kiss on the cheek or the lips, pulling you close and holding your hand as you walk in the park. She has a thing for sex outside or at least in nature, but she tends to pick areas that are more secluded to prevent people from peeking in. If anyone asks, however, she'll never deny you're her person. Let there be no doubt about that.

Two-Face

Complicated. Harvey still struggles with it because in his mind, that's something horny teenagers or early 20-somethings do. It's not professional, it's could be potentially embarrassing for your partner. Sure, it's fun in the moment but- Harv is already telling him to shut up, it's hot. It's a sign of passion, of wanting someone so bad your teeth mark them because you could devour them whole! Who wouldn't be into that?!

If Harvey got into it, it would be things you can easily hide under your clothing. Hickeys and little bruises where his hands held tightly. He feels... kind of naughty doing it? It's fun, though! Harv dives full-force into it, intentionally leaving little marks where he knows it'll drive Harvey's boy scout routine crazy. They both like seeing it on your body, there's just a disagreement on admitting it.

Something they can both agree on 100%, however, is showing you off as their partner. Clothing that has a "duality" theming to it so you match with them. A hand that depending on the current controller is high on your back or dancing low just above the curve of your ass, fingers resting in the hip dip. Sometimes they like to steal kisses when you least expect it, just so others can see your reaction go from surprise to a warm smile.

Black Mask

He'd make you show other people or, at minimum, tell you to wear things that would show off exactly where he marked you up. Teeth marks, hickeys, bruises, the occasional knife play- It gets him off to watch you pull up your shirt or skirt to show off something he's done to your body. Like it's a badge of honor to have Roman Sionis leave a reminder on you of your past transgressions.

Collars. He will get you a collar for every different occasion and outfit if you want. It doesn't have to strictly be a collar, either. Just something you wear that everyone sees as his "ownership" over you. If you guys have gotten to a serious note, he wouldn't mind matching tattoos, either. Something small and subtle on your hands or wrist. After all, you're together for the rest of your natural lives, right? It's not like it's that different from a wedding ring.

He would have sex in public or at least around other people if you were down, if that answers your question. He'll kiss you, grope you, pull you into his lap whenever it pleases him. It could be egregious enough that someone might be confused that you're just a toy for gratification vs something serious. He'd knock the teeth out of anyone who said that about you around him.

Mr. Freeze

Unintentional when he marks up his partner. Yet when he kisses for a lingering amount of time... there is a frost build up. It's certainly not permanent- it's like a powder of fresh snow was left on your shoulder. Even if he was into it, per say, he would worry about intentionally trying to mark a partner with his own body. Given his condition that could lead to skin or even muscle damage!

He's certainly more private, but he's not against PDA. A lot of how he shows affection is just subtle and not about physical touch. Ensuring you're bundled up while in his work space that inevitably gets frozen over. You're eating all your meals and when you're sick you can rest.

People are going to know you're with him without "showing off" simply because it's apparent that he cares for you. For one, he actually keeps you around. Two, if anything threatened to get between you, he'd be getting suddenly very hostile...

Ra's al-Ghul

Actively against PDA and showing you off. Getting handsy and kissing a lot in public makes you a target. It paints him as someone with a very visible weak point. Marking would be something private. Only you can see it, i.e. it's under the clothing. So writing, a stray scratch or bruise- Having very apparent signs that the two of you fuck or that you "belong" to him in a sense, however, is different.

For one thing, you are either in his quarters or directly next to him. If you ever go out without him, you have a trail of spies behind you for your protection. Some might say it's like living in a gilded bird cage. To others it's a significant show of respect and intimacy that the incredibly secretive Ra's al-Ghul wants you to know him inside and out.

You will wear clothing that is befitting to your status as his partner. Golden jewelry, either an arm band or something around the neck- green like his robes for any gemstones. He'll kiss the skin as he puts these pieces on you himself. Much of this isn't marking in the "traditional" sense, but people will surely know that you are his partner.

Bane

On the fence. On one end, he doesn't want to like it because he's not the brute that people want to think he is. His entire identity is not that of a violent criminal despite what the world has made him. And yet... there is something visually pleasing about seeing a sign of where he's been along your skin. It's not dissimilar to shows of strength with you. Little bruises where you asked him to go rougher, to grab you tighter. A slight indent of his teeth on your shoulder.

Other than that, he does not like the idea of hurting you. Anything where he's intentionally marking you up is off the table. He doesn't really go for fashion. He doesn't want to write on you (it feels strangely disrespectful to him). Asking him to cause you harm (even minor and in play) is an incredible turn-off.

He likes being affectionate in public, however, he is strict on when and where. He works with dangerous people. He has a mind for strategy- you could be another pawn piece for someone if the two of you are too affectionate in the wrong crowd. Amongst his true peers or, say, your family or friends? Completely different, he's kissing your neck to make you laugh and hugging you close.

[like-rain-or-confetti]

Listen can you make one with blackmask and the other rogues find out that some random college student made a dedicated sub reddit fan account that just posts random supportive messages and borderline wtf how did that bitch know what i ate last night or what body wash I use 😂

www.wtf-

When did the Internet get so scary?

TheRiddlerLover88: Convinced my parents to paint my room Riddler green 😍

Quackingduckquakes: If there's no Penguin fans in the world then I am dead x

Quittakingallthegoodusernames: spank me Two-Face and then send me to jail, thanking you.

HarleyQueen04: AYO, I heard Roman Sionis uses a new cologne. Internet do your thing, I need to spray down all my clothes with it x

N0turfanboi: low-key penguin can bend me over and-

It was a nightmare. Stuff of pure nightmares.

IamBatman96: guys, I found the same jacket Roman Sionis wears.

Igivemetheick: send pics or it didn't happen.

IamBatman96 sent an image.

Igivemetheick: ...omw.

Candyblues92: wait if I burn one half of it would I have Two-Face's jacket? Asking for a friend x

There truly was such a thing as too much Internet and no one dared to go too far into the rabbit hole.

Black Mask: He hated that the most commonly asked question on his thread was where he lived. He also hated how many were dangerously close to figuring it out. Apparently, triangulating his businesses and club gives a rough idea where he lived. Apparently he had to move because he just read one of these crazy bitches just said they wanted to feed him pie with their hair in it. He took out his phone sending an account URL to one of his goons. 'Make sure this one never finds me.' He'll appreciate the support...from the other side of the planet for safety.

The Riddler: The Riddler had hoped for some kind of decent intellectual discourse to laugh at. Instead he got nightmares. He saw a lot of discourse about his fingers. About how long they were and somehow that brought comments about how...skilled...he must be in various things. Then people were volunteering as tribute- whatever that meant- but then someone said. 'BRB, writing the fanfiction right now x' and that comment got too many likes for comfort. 'No man has pulled off green before the Riddler and no one will pull it off after the Riddler.' Finally the voice of reason has arrived. The riddler soon types up a response. No one knows its him but he'll argue with everyone until everyone sees things his way. It's practically a public service. He's educating the masses more than the pathetic excuse of an education system ever will.

Victor Zsasz: "I'd polish that bald head any day of the week, daddy. Hm. Good to know." Victor said aloud as he read. After some scrolling, he cracked a smile. "Aww SniperKnife really loves me." He never makes himself known on the Internet. Never cared for it beyond the occasional funny pet video. However, that username popped up all the time. It made him smile. Even on the hardest of days he could rely on SniperKnife to cheer him on. He read another. "What that gun do tho? ...well someone struggled in English class." He hummed. "Poor kid doesn't even know what a gun does."

Two-Face: First of all- he and Roman don't shop in the same place and how dare those little assho- ahem. He was a little salty after someone started a thread asking what the difference was between Two-Face and Black Mask and all anyone coukd really come up with was that Two-Face was burned and Black Mask...wore a mask. Which turned into people questioning what made everyone sure that they weren't the same person if one was masked. That sparked a debate before someone pointed out their different heights. That Two-Face was taller. That then turned into people analysing the heights of doors and other surrounding objects to determine each person's height. Then someone through off the conclusion by mentioning stilted shoes. He didn't really care who supported him or not. He found the public to be flimsy anyway so he never really notices the regulars.

Penguin: Who the hell started the rumour that Oswald was raised by penguins? And why is it STICKING!? The next thing was how big was a certain appendage and someone did some anatomical research to determine very much in his favour. That was definitely his favourite part of the conversation. He chuckled. "Oh Babycakes224, you're this close to getting a job." There was a pause. "Oh wait this one wants to buy me a boat!" "Eh?" A bartender asked. "I want to motorboat him-" "boss that's not what that means!"

[dipstar1489]

Gotham Villains Headcanons

Got a couple of warnings. I won’t go into detail about the triggering topics, but best to get them out of the way now: references to death (specifically murder), mention of abuse, and a reference to cancer.

The Gotham villains are only famous in Gotham, so whenever a tourist questions why a circus clown is the greatest villain, you can bet that Joker would personally go after you and make it clear his a force not to reckon with.

Most of the villains have a bit of a friendly rivalry with the Bat Family. Like, both sides would ABSOLUTELY destroy the other, but if one side would come to battle while obviously severely injured or isn’t in the mindset to fight, the other would call it quits and wait to battle them till side one gets better. Joker used to have this relationship with Batman up till Joker mercilessly damaging the Robins some time before he killed Jason.

Joker can be actually funny and he crimes would be hilarious if not the circumstances.

Riddler and Joker meet at a puzzle competition before they became evil and the Joker won by cheating hence Riddler’s hatred for Joker.

Joker’s first and most consistent crime he commits is identity fraud and even he doesn’t remember his true name. The only thing that’s consistent is that he ran away from home, but the circumstances are always shifting.

Penguin, Riddler and Bane work together. Penguin is the owner of the club, Riddler rigs the games and Bane is the bouncer. Bane is also Penguin and Riddler’s third wheel.

Penguin hates Catwoman because of she’s a cat lady. No other reason.

Penguin will always close his business for a week while he mourns the extinction of a bird.

Penguin would 100% buy Elton John’s bird outfit if given the chance. Riddler poked fun at him for wanting such a ridiculous costume, until Penguin brought out the spandex, to which shut Riddler up quickly.

Penguin has been referred to as Mary Poppins way too many times and he owns it.

Never hurt or insult a bird in front of Penguin or you’ll be his number one target. Doesn’t matter if it’s a rubber duck, he’ll go after you.

Most villains are an activist and will actively defend their cause. Poison Ivy with nature, Harley and Two-Face with abuse survivors, Penguin for birds conservation, Catwoman with animal shelters (cats are just her specialty), Mr. Freeze with ending cancer and global warming, and Riddler with mental health.

Two-Face and Catwoman would occasionally play with kittens together in their free time.

Harley Quinn as bat family’s personal therapist with the family using their hero names. For example, first name Night and last name Wing.

Harley is basically the villains’ therapist as well and overcharges her clients if they personally offend her whether it be murder or killing one of Ivy’s plants. The only person Harley will outright refuse her service to is Joker and that’s because she knows what that asshole can do.

Jason sees Harley and Ivy as aunts if they become allies and he will call them in when Bruce disagrees with him, resulting in a chaotic coparenting system of “Well everyone’s gonna blow out someone’s brains eventually,” “Not when we’re trying to order a chicken sandwich Harley!”

[britishsquidward]

hello!!

i am so stupidly fixated on '66 Joker and '66 Penguin, but for right now, im just gonna ask about one of those silly guys. (though the chance of me asking about Penguin is high.)

can i get your thoughts on '66 Joker?? please don't hesitate to rant, i love long posts on '66 villains. he's so silly to me, and my preferred Joker in terms of DC live action media, my love for the 1960s aside. any tidbit on him out of the show and movie (+ comics), i get my hands on in any way i can. that stupid mustache <3

(and as a final note--or, two really--one, the way you draw him is perfect and i eat it up--and second, i can see him with Riddler, Penguin, Batman, and Eartha Kitt's Catwoman, and i can't tell if that says something about me or him.)

Absolutely hilarious coincidence that I should see this AFTER posting Joker art that also happens to be Mockingbird. That's very, very funny, actually. But I mean in which case, I hope you liked it lol!!

Very fair fixations, Joker and Penguin in 66 are some of the best characters and I'll gladly have a talk about Joker! (Also just side note before I get into it, yeah absolutely feel free to ask about something Penguin, he's great too, probably my... 3rd or 4th favourite rogue from the show?)

Joker, Joker... what a character. I mean I love him, he's hilarious, and he's got some of the best episodes of the show and I find his writing is helped massively by Lorenzo Semple Jr., but that's not saying much because Lorenzo was the best writer in the show in my opinion; I feel he understood the characters to a slightly further extent, if that makes sense. Not that there's any particularly bad Joker episode, because if memory serves, his writing is typically good (the characters surrounding him, however... uhhh-). Anyway, massive fan of the fact for once he's actually FUN! I never really understand in some modern things when they try making him overly edgy to the point where you just sort of have to step back, because, he's... the Joker. He runs around wearing clown makeup lol there's not a lot that needs to be elaborated on there.

But that's why I love 66! It's fun and silly, and Joker's need to do something is directly proportional to how funny it is or how necessary it is to be done so that the plan can work in the end, therefore being its funniest! I love him in the movie because he's really just there for a laugh, and I like that they show how jovial he is via him being the peacemaker of the group, however "shocking" that may be to some (particularly to Riddler and Penguin's hands on the other end of the shock buzzers, ouch!), and how this is a frequently shown trait. Even when he argues with Penguin a bunch in their episodes (The Zodiac Crimes/The Joker's Hard Times/The Penguin Declines, S2), he's the one who breaks it up and points out that they need to work together.

Now here's something else I really like, and it's all the things they reveal about him and how consistent it stays (they also do this with Riddler when they mention he's the best safecracker in Gotham and we see this is something he does multiple times, even if you don't realise it in the moment), and it's that Joker may be silly, but he's still very smart! The man does robotics! He built three(? at least two, but I believe there's another that Batman and Robin get their hands on?) fully-functioning, realistic robots whilst in prison at a... course they were running? I mean that sounds like a terrible idea, but blame Warden Crichton, yanno. Or don't. I blame O'Hara for how much the criminals escape, at least.

Regardless, he's intelligent, and we see him working a lot with machinery and tech in a number of episodes, such as the trick vending machines (The Joker Goes to School/He Meets His Match, The Grisly Ghoul, S1 - my favourite Joker episode), the mesmerising hypnotism box (The Impractical Joker/The Joker's Provokers, S2), the robots I mentioned (The Joker's Last Laugh/The Joker's Epitaph, S2), the paint guns and art piece he tries to destroy Robin with (Pop Goes the Joker/Flop Goes the Joker, S2), and a.... high-tech flying saucer? (The Joker's Flying Saucer, S3). There's a few more but I'd be here forever to list them all, lol.

I also like the references they make to his past, such as Batman saying the Joker used to be a hypnotist of some kind, and this stays consistent too, less so than the robotics and such, but it's still there if you look for it! And... speaking of which, that and a few other factors contributed to giving me a potential idea for 66 Joker's past and what he did occupation-wise, if you're interested. I won't go into it here because this is getting long and I've other things to say, but anyone is free to send another ask if they want me to elaborate.

Point is, 66 Joker shows that a Joker can be whimsical and still smart at the same time, and I really like that about him. And, of course, Caser Romero's performance. He made the Joker in that series, and it was absolutely brilliant. The laugh is perfect, and I love the details he adds in, a few of which people who I've watched the series with didn't notice until I pointed it out. For instance, have you guys noticed that 66 Joker doesn't ever blink? The only time he shuts his eyes is if he's laughing super hard, but other than that, he never ever blinks. Just an interesting detail that goes into my priorly-mentioned theory, actually, lmao.

And yes, I can't not mention the moustache. For anyone that doesn't know, it remains there because Caser Romero had become so well known with the moustache that he refused to shave it, so they just painted the makeup over top. And that is stupid, but that's why it works. 66 is stupid, and so is the Joker (/pos); Adam West himself thought it was perfectly on-brand for the show, and he was totally correct.

Now, your shipping points. What good taste you have. Romantic-wise, I agree wholeheartedly with two of those, because Mockingbird (Joker/Penguin) and Catjokes (Joker/Catwoman) are two of my favourite ships from the show, they're just... brilliant (I made a post with ship propaganda for them a while ago because of the shipping polls), and they bounce off each other in a wonderful way, along with having that good "ship tension" if you get what I mean? Kitt!Catwoman is definitely best for Catjokes, but I find after seeing Joker and Meriwether!Catwoman in the film, they could work too, and it would be very cute as well. I still prefer Kitt in that ship, but it's nice to have options LOL. Although I'd argue Meriwether!Catwoman works best in Riddlecat or some form of longer, more thought-out Batcat. But yes, Joker could get any Catwoman, I think. Not that Newmar!Catwoman DESERVES him, though, after what she did, but that is the tragedy of Stanley's writing.

(Side note #2, but if you like 66 Mockingbird, then stay posted, as when PenguinWeek rolls around, I've got a little something ready for one of the days...)

Riddler's another case, because PERSONALLY I don't see them as romantic, but if this is what you like, then I see where you're coming from, because what I do like with them is my headcanon that they're besties, lol. I can picture them putting a bucket of water above Penguin's cell door and giggling like teenagers when he undoubtedly walks under it, getting covered with dampness as he loudly complains with a series of "WEHK!"s. (I also think Riddler may have helped Joker somewhat with those robots, but again that's another post's rant if I remember or get asked). I do agree Riddler and Joker would get along very well, whilst carring some of the usual friendship disputes that they'd make up for fairly quickly, but just to me personally I don't feel the same ship tension there as I do with Catjokes and Mockingbird.

As for Batman, it's a similar sort of point to above for me personally, because I can see where that's coming from to some extent with the first Joker episode, and, well I wrote points about this already in the unbiased ship propaganda lol, but those points aside, I (personal opinion!!) didn't really feel as though they had much going for them as far as canon content was concerned. Like as opposed to something like the Lego Batman stuff. I've not watched the Lego (YET), but I've seen clips and I feel something like that has more points toward it, you know? As it stands, I cannot really see them working in the same way some of the others would, but this being said, I believe they could potentially have something under like, very specific AU circumstances. I saw a comment once that compared them to like. Two dads playing pretend for their kid, and yeah, if there was an AU where that was the case, like it was all play-pretend and Robin was the kid and such then absolutely I get that. In the canon world as it is, I don't really see it as much because I feel they don't have as much tension, but no shots at anyone who likes the ship, though! You do you, it's just not my kind of thing in 66 at least, and I don't hate it or anything, I'm just sort of neutral.

And you having all the Joker ships does say something about you, and it's that you really like Joker lmao (don't worry, I have a lot of Riddler ships). But yeah, nice ship choices and nice character fixations, lol!

As for your other point about my art, thank you so much!! The first time I drew him, I was rather surprised with how it came out, because I honestly thought he'd be hard to properly figure, but the shapes just sort of came to me whilst I was watching one of his episodes for inspiration. I'm really glad you like it! I love making stuff knowing that it might make someone else happy too, so to see it's doing this for someone who really cares about a character in a time where not a lot of content is made for them is just amazing to hear, really happy you enjoy seeing it, I'll have to draw more of him in future! I've also written for him if you've not seen that yet.

Anyway, that essentially concludes the ramble, but if anyone wants to ask about anything here then I can write something else up too, of course, just send an ask (no shame in sending multiple for different subjects!! I'm happy to get a bunch of asks, I love this show)!

Thank you for the ask, have a lovely day!

[batfambyval]

Ok but just imagine Barbra Gordon finding out her mom dated Ra’s al Ghul… like how would that even go????? Omg what if Damian accidentally revealed it! That would be hilarious! Honestly Barbara Gordon learning anything about Barbara Kean has so much potential for either angst or humor. Like yeah I know she was raised by her for ten years but I seriously doubt Barbara told her daughter everything she got up to before she was born. I mean how do you tell your kid that you used to be one of the most wanted criminals in the city or that you tried to kill her father multiple times or that you died and came back to life? I just want to see Batgirl or Oracle dealing with the history her name carries with the entire Gotham underground. Omg and what about if Riddler or Penguin found out her identity and suddenly they just have no idea how to feel about her. Like yeah she’s a Bat but she’s also Barbara Kean’s daughter, not to mention Jim Gordon’s and also kinda Leslie Thompkin’s and that’s gotta be really confusing for both of them. Cause Ed was friends and enemies with both her bio parents and used to be romantically involved with her step mom, and Oswald had his crush on Jim and friendship with Babs before she betrayed him and then they were all allies again for a bit during no man’s land and both of them were there for the pregnancy and like how can they fight this kid but also god the HATE her parents sometimes and also she keeps ruining their plans!!!! Omg so much potential!

Someone needs write a fic about Barbara Gordon navigating life as a Gotham vigilante with family ties to like every rogue in the city and no one knowing how to feel about it please please please

[gilverrwrites]

Do you have any general headcanons you like to share about Roman? Or your take on Roman? Something about his backstory or how he became Black Mask? If it differs a little to canon — just so curious to know 🖤

I have a lot of general Roman HCs, some of which do differ from canon, but most of which just branch off of it. Thank you so much for asking I love you !!!! here is an info dump 🖤🖤🖤

He was not dropped on his head as a child, this was a ‘funny anecdote’ his parents would tell people at gatherings to excuse his disquiet behaviour.

I think he was born with learning and behavioural disabilities that went undiagnosed and often resulted in harsh punishment from his parents.

Regardless of learning abilities, I think he is just dim in the academic sense. He works hard because he can’t work smarter.

Good at physical stuff though, probably played football or whatever the rich kid equivalent is in high school. (Lacrosse?)

May have even excelled in something artistic, something that allows him to express himself but was never allowed too, ‘paintings for pansies’/Toxic masculinity and all. That kinda stuff does rub off on a kid and now it runs deep in his brain.

Torture is his art/form of expression these days, just don’t ever say it like that to him.

In the earlier stages of his career he was a high roller/high spender, which is what caused so many of his endeavours to fail, nowadays he’s more of a wealth hoarder. He likes to have and flaunt, but that doesn’t necessarily mean flash, you know?

Like a good pair of shoes will last you a lifetime as opposed to 50 pairs of trendy shoes?

Nowadays most of his money is spent on home renovations/replacing furniture and amenities that he breaks during fits of rage.

Another reason a lot of his earlier businesses failed is because he doesn’t care about the product. Janus Cosmetics? This man could not give less of a shit about make up.

But nightclub? Drug? Guns? That shit sells itself in a cesspool like Gotham.

He’s a clean freak, has to have things spick and span, and organised a specific way. Wears gloves to avoid the feeling of specific textures. Despite this I’m he’s never cleaned a damn thing in his life, that’s what is lessers are for.

He would never let that show in front of anyone however, can’t be seen as weak.

Side note: He DOES like blood/bodily fluids, like a lot, just in the right time and place.

He’s hard of hearing, not from a medical standpoint point, but because that mask literally is a barrier over his ears.

That’s probably also why he yells so damn much.

He’s for sure a ladies man, and i’ve mentioned before that when he falls, he falls hard. I often write my /reader content from the perspective of him having already fallen for the reader. Realistically, that’s a difficult position to obtain, and he does not treat the other 99% of sexual prospects so kindly.

Well, he might fake kindness to draw in someone that’s playing hard to get but once he’s got them in his clutches he’ll revert back.

He keeps dogs, dogs are far more loyal than people and easier to train.

Does not follow politics, not up to date on the latest news unless it’s relevant to him and his goings on. He has trusted people to relay that information to him, or more aptly a revolving door of people to relay that information because he is prone to shooting the messenger.

Will study up however if he knows he’ll be crossing paths with people like Penguin, or Riddler cause he knows they’ll ridicule him if they find out. does that same for Two-Face but not because he thinks Harv will judge him, more because he wants Harv to view him as an equal.

He grew up in high society, so he’s actually pretty well spoken, just puts on that accent cause he thinks it sounds more authoritative.

Similarly his voice was not that gruff until after years of smoking and yelling.

Actually got a long well with Bruce Wayne as a child. They would have run in similar circles pre- the Wayne’s death. Unfortunately, the next time they met each other Bruce represented everything Roman wanted to be but couldn’t.

Roman actually does have a soft spot for kids but only one on one. - we have seen him attempt to blow up/shoot out orphanages.

Like a group of children he’s had never met don’t register as human beings in his mind, there is no sympathy.

But if you put a shy, little rich boy with daddy issues in front of him internally he’s like ‘THATS ME! I’m him! Must protect.’

Don’t let it touch anything though, god knows kids are sticky and he cannot deal with that. Also, hypocritically he won’t put up with any attitude from them, it’s like a switch. Like father like son. “I got beat as a child and I turned out great.” Sir, no you did not.

His favourite Robin is Damian.

[obscureaestheticist]

AbsUlt Shipnames for Ships that don't exist BUT GOD DAMMIT I AM GONNNA PURPOSE SOME

Dunno what AbsUlt is? It's DC's [Absolute Universe] and Marvel's [New Ultimate Universe] new verses where the heros live in a much more oppressive & authoritarian environment as well as backstory changes that emphisizes their original heroic qualities.

It's designed so that new readers can jump onboard so that folks can jump onto a fresh series without knowing anything about Marvel or DC. ALSO My guys, there is a WORLD of untapped shipping potential in these damn comics! These are just some silly names for ideas for ships I think would be funny/silly/cool/autistic/etc. If you have ideas for ship names please comment, or have an idea for a ship that isn't listed here, go right ahead. [NOTE: These are fun hypotheticals. A couple of the ships in this are canon and will be noted as such]

*ahem* SPOILERS AHEAD

::IN-WORLD::

Prodigies / Haeter [Ult Peter Parker x Harry Osborne / Ult Goblinspider] Pitch: Louis x Legoshi but with DILFs. Peter is a married father of 2, while Harry is carrying the legacy of his late father and his company, both taking on the role of hero at much older age than their normal counterparts. Peter is the more measured one, while Harry is prepared to take this further to protect his family, and even Peter! Saying he is willing to kill to save him. On top of Harry finding out he was never supposed to be a hero, it adds to his interest in Peter even harder. Dynamic/s: On top of the ususal buddies in crime fighting gig, there're possiblilities for AUs where Harry's obsession with Peter gets even stronger and intimate alongside his desire to protect him, Peter feeling freer as a hero and around Harry before he tells MJ everything, and with the most recent arc as of writing, tensions in the savage lands could get rather high...

Wine Moms / Widows-To-Be [Ult Mary Jane Wattson-Parker x Gwendolyne Stacy-Osborn] Pitch: The cunning wives of the heroes, the husbands are constantly out, often left to their own devices, not to mention buisness interests in one another, it could lead to some daring moments. Dynamic/s: Going off of the fan theory of Gwen potentially being a secret villain/anti-hero it can serve as solid fic fodder for some wlw villain shenanigans. Also there are not enough Office Sirens x Office Sirens out there. Corporate. Condo. Cvnty. Also it gets lonely when the Bfs are away. Also i couldn't resist the urge to call the polycule ship between these 4 Swingers.

Extry! Extry! [Ult Ben Parker x/& J. Jonah Jameson] Pitch: Ben Parker, alive, recently fired from the Daily Buggle, he and his now-buisness partner J. Jonah Jameson, strike out on their own to set up their own news outlet. Ben the wisened stoic, and Jameson, the observant cunning silver fox. Platonic or Romantic they're a great team. Dynamic/s: Platonically they're easily my favorite dynamic in their comic line, for romantic fanfics its old man yaoi to a T! They've known and worked with each other for years, they tease each other, and would go to hell and back for one another.

Hooligans [Abs Bruce Wayne x/& Selina Kyle x/& Waylon Jones x/& Harvey Dent x/& Eddie Nygma x/& Ozzie Cobblepot] Pitch: Take Catwoman, Killer Croc, Two Face, Riddler, and Penguin, and make them Bruce's childhood best friends. They were there at the death of his father, they were there to lift him up, and are still there for him as an adult. As adults they help keep each other alive in times of chaos, which in gotham is CONSTANT. Dynamic/s: Platonically the Hooligans [sorta canon name for the group] are one half of the true heart of Absolute Batman. You got polycules, childhood best friends, trauma bonding, angst, hurt/cumfort, etc. These guys have been through so much they might've surpassed any notion of friends... Also Eddie guesses Bruce is Batman but doesn't tell anyone until Bruce reveals it himself CAUSE HES THE GOAT!

Signal Barers / Mayoral Affairs [Abs Martha Wayne/Kane x Jim Gordon] Pitch: A world where Martha Wayne lived. She didn't come from wealth, and was an activist married to a now-passed teacher. These 2 met at a protest, Martha being the protester and Gordon being the one to arrest her. Nowadays they work together to make Gotham the best it can be, all with sexy noir angst and biceps. Dynamic/s: Sexy angsty noir office romance. Moving on from the death of a lover with another man who plays an important role in not just your job but in your families life as well. Gordon is the mayor so a political and romantic affair in gotham? Feels right.

Thesis Block / Dianerva [Abs Diana x Barbra Minerva / Absolute WonderCheetah]

Pitch: A history dork runs into the very thing she is obssessed with AS it is saving her life from magical mythical monsters, all while Diana has no idea that she and her people have been reduced to academic literature. Dynamic/s: Smol fangirl puppy following tall muscle mommy with a heart of gold. Barbra tries to use this relationship as an opportunity to advance her career but her love for Diana over takes her mind. Diana taking the opportunity to learn about her people through this adorable ginger gremlin.

Toil & Trouble / Circate [Abs Circe x Hecate]

Pitch: Mothers be mothering. Circe, the adoptive mother of Diana, and Hecate her diety of worship. A goddess that forced a fate onto Crice she didn't ask for, yet she still remains devoted, all while fearing for her daughters life.

Dynamic/s: Opportunities for Toxic Yuri, galore. Hecate becoming increasingly impressed with Circes devotion, and taking prime interest in just how far she'll go. Or something simple. Double witch moms raising Diana.

Team Gateway City [Diana & Pegasus & Steve Trevor & Etta Candy & Gia Candy & Barbera Minerva] Pitch: Platonic canon group that formed with Diana's first appearance in the mortal realm in Gateway City [yes I'm including the horse]. You've got She-Ra meets Doom, God of War, and Hades, a tall Zombie Military Husband, Archeology Dork, Skeleton Pegasus who also breaths FIRE, and Herbalist Potionmaster Witch Sisters. AND THEY'RE [asides from Diana] ALL SMITTEN WITH DIANA. Dynamic/s: Not much to say other than PLEASE KEEP THIS GROUP OF DIVINE WRITERS!!!

Stormy Knight / HisaMei [Ult Ichiki Hisako x Igarashi Mei] Pitch: Depressed girl with anger issues meets bouncy silver haired Storm fan with desire to darg her into every mystery and side quest she can find. Hisako, meet Sertraline-I MEAN Mei! Hisako wants to keep to herself like a cat, Mei will drag her out by the scruff like a golden retriever. Dynamic/s: The best friend that'll do anything to cheer you up, or the best friend that is THE REASON you actually got healthier, having the gf that just will not give up on you even when you turn to your worst self. Plenty of angst and hurt comfort.

Shock Therapy [Kageyama Shinobu x/& Ult Ashida Noriko]

Pitch: 2 kids raised by a cult, one dates adults by night to earn money to survive then [potentially] kills them, the other gathers intel and donates blood to the cult that controls them. Both are horrid people but were both pushed there by terrible adults. They insult each other, but also take great interest too, they check up on each other, and keep one another company, even if they can see the other becoming a worse person. They're all they really have. Dynamic/s: Toxic straight ship, villains watching each other getting worse and encouraging it, maybe a fic where they both finally lash out against the cult togther to become more emotionally independant, or one night where the facade drops and they actually do have to comfort one another. Maybe one gets in trouble and the other quites the teasing and dares a rescue, even kills for them. After all, they've got nobody else.

Border Customs [Abs Lois Lane x Kal-El] Pitch: Private Military officer Lois Lane goes on a globe trotting quest to track down this extraterrestrial socialist himbo, and just so happens to not quite understand yet that helping the downtroden and poor WITHOUT guns & corperations is a good thing. Dynamic/s: We all know she pegs him. The man has Kill La Kill powers for gods sake and she stares at his boobs!

Apprentices [Richard Parker x Abs Felicia Hardy] Pitch: The children of two absent or restricted fathers trying to fill in the gab amidst times of great uncertainty. Peter is not around for a brief time, and Black Tom Cassidy is out of work leaving his daughter to take over the family buisness. All while dealing with this family pressure, these two kids just happen to run into each other and bond. Dynamic/s: So this is a canon ship and one folks already love cause of just how sweet it is. They're each others only real outlets for the strange situation they are in while also trying to balance just being a teenager, similair to how Peter and Harry have to balance being an adult. There already a lot of fanart for this and I hope it develops nicely with the story.

Russian Bears [Ult Logan x Piotr Rasputin]

Pitch: The above picture!

Dynamic/s: The above pict-kidding, TOXIC YAOI! VERY TOXIC YAOI! This is full on mind control, forced to hunt down his own friends kinda toxic yaoi! Fanfic potential is Dead Dove Do Not Eat!! But also like some of the gayest symbolism and coding you can imagine if you spin it right cause whoooooowboy the homoeroticism in this comic is strong.

Self-Deprecation / Doommaker [1610 Reed Richards x Ult/6160 Reed Richards]

Pitch: It's Reed Richards endlessly tormenting a verse of himself by turning him into Doctor Doom and giving him SUPER MEGA DEPRESSION.

Dynamic/s: Same as above DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT SELFCEST, like, seriously their entire interaction is TORTURE in the comics, do with that what you will. But fr it is actually a really interesting exploration of how Reed Richards treats himself at the heart of things if you wanna take that and run with it.

Mindfuck [Abs John Jones x "The Martian"]

Pitch: John Jones is slowly melding his identity with a bizarre entity he calls the martian, it lights up the world in colors, he can breath in memories, and experiance the world in a newly truely eldritch fashion, all while trying to solve a suicide bombing. the very nature of intimacy and self start to break down. In other words, THIS as a ship dynamic -_- 🚬 x 🌈 o )

Dynamic/s: Trippy psudo-selfcest, personified neurodivergence in smoke, non-solid partner made of trauma fumes, and smokable bf. If this sounds bizarre and trippy, just wait till you read the comic. Basically if you wanna try something that messes around with emotions and identity with some trippy telepathic powers, have at it.

Frontpagers / Kill'Mu'Nan [Ult Erik Killmonger x Ororo Munroe x Sorcerer Supreme Inan] Pitch: Two revolutionary fighters who have been hard at work liberating North and West Africa from an oppressive imperialist corperate government, happen upon a sorcerer that introduces the both of them to a world of magic and power liberated from the restraints tech and mutations. All while this sorcerer encounters a couple that remain strong, falling deeper in love with each other with every turning point and battle. Dynamic/s: I'll be real, my bi/pan ass just wanna see these 3 liberate a town, be socialist, and fuck. The dynamics I'm thinking of are the travelling poly messes you see out on the road and at music festivals. You do not wanna know what their latest drama is but WOW do you wanna be squashed between the 3 of them.

When we start to see the big 3 come together for the Absolute's version of the Justice League I shall be purposing the ship name Absolute Legends!

::Just some silly crack and crossover ones::

Markaria / Sekariplier [Lejori Sekaria x Markiplier] Pitch: Nuff said. Reverse Flashpoint [Mainline Bruce Wayne & Abs Martha Wayne/Kane] Pitch: Giving Bruce any opportunity to talk to his Mother again is welcome and tear jerking one. I imagine they would be so proud of each other. Leftovers / Walard [Abs Wally West x/& Richard Parker] Pitch: Two ginger boys with missing father figures trying to survive in the midst of disaster... And trading mullet care tips. Decryption [John Jones x Bill Cypher] Pitch: The overly charismatic Bill Cypher in the head of a walking adult Frisk equivilant is too funny not to undertake. Writer's Room [1610 Reed Richards x Darksied] Pitch: The two beings that are responsible for AbsUlt being each others mutuals trading fanfics week in week out. Royal Mettle [T'Challa x Vibranium] Pitch: So T'Challa in Ult has a connection to Vibranium in this, as it is theorised to potentially be alive and even speak to him. METAL SHIPPING COMMENCE!

Pico Parker [Ult Peter Parker x Peter's AI Picosuit] Pitch: A kind of self-cest with Peter getting down and dirty with an AI clone of himself or possibly turning off the suit's rules of no touching MJ and giving her 2 husbands to work with. Icons [Peter's AI Picosuit x Kal-El's Sol] Pitch: Suit shipping! Two new takes on comics most iconic suits being smooshed together, both as hyper intellegent AI? Get the robot and symbiote shippers!

[lucky-lady-clover]

Patient File, Amelia Jones.

Name: Amelia Jones "The Lucky Clover"

Gender/pronouns: Female She/Her

Age: (Mid thirties)

Height: 5'4

Weight: "I'm not telling you"

Diagnosis: Ocd.

'Miss Amelia Jones continues to be uncooperative with every medical proffesional that takes her on, apparently she finds it amusing to avoid answering questions. Works as a sidekick to Edward 'Riddler' Nygma and also runs a Casino called 'The Ladybug': claims its a completely neutral zone where civilians and criminals alike are welcome to gamble so long as they follow her allegedy strict rules. Miss Jones mentions she had the help of Oswald 'Penguin' Cobblepot to start the Casino in Exchange for her to offer him aid or her 'luck' for an indefinete amount of time.

When asked about her other relationships with the rogues, Miss Jones made a snide remark about 'not kissing and telling'. What she means by this is still unknown.

After several suspicious reports, Miss Jones is no longer allowed the same schedule as Mr. Nygma, she complains about this (and the Arkham inmate uniform) frequently.'

[CW: SUI, ACCIDENTS]

In Amelia's youth, she was the sole survivor when her parents passed away in a car crash, she then went between different foster homes where accidents would soon follow. Most her families would end up getting either severely injured or passing away. This eventually led to People refusing to take her in, as at this point she developed quite the reputation (as well as being blamed for said accidents since she always got out unscathed).

Being around tragedy so much during her childhood and teens, Amelia hated herself and the 'luck' that followed her, occasionally being teased and called 'Misfortune'. Her mental state declined and she began attempting to take her own life on several occasions, always surviving for whatever miraculous reason. Rope? Snapped. Toaster in bathtub? Just didn't work. Jumped off a bridge? Landed on a god damned boat.

It was in her early adulthood when she met the Riddler, who had read about her and her talents. He found her interesting, a riddle to be solved. He stopped her from jumping, although for selfish reasons. Amelia eventually started working with him.

[riddle-me-ri]

I love your penguin fics so much I would like to request a fic of btas penguin introducing his s/o to his dear friend Eddie, but gets jealous when they get along so well (the riddler can be rather charming after all)

a/n: this gives me flashbacks to when I did a scenario of eddie stealing reader away after oz turned them away, but thankfully that won't be the case here lol. This story sorta took on a life of it's own so the length maybe crazy and I tried ending this in like three different ways..so sorry if it’s kind of a mess lol BUT I hope y'all enjoy!

Word Count: 1.1k

Content Warning: envious emotions, brief mention of violence, nothing too crazy mosty fluff here folks!

BTAS Penguin x Reader - Green With Envy

You were riding in the backseat of a limousine with your date for the night.

You held his hand as you giddily waited to arrive at your destination. His hand always felt right in yours. 

Even with his webbed digits, you couldn't imagine any other hand extremities entwined with your own. 

“It's a pleasure to see you so eager, dove.” Oswald gave your hand a loving squeeze. 

“I'm always eager to spend time with you, Ozzie.” You squeezed back. “…I am also curious to meet these colleagues of yours, and I’m touched that you feel comfortable enough to introduce me to them.” 

Oswald had kept his more criminally inclined affairs far from you, so that you can never be accused or anything or caught up in any of it. 

However, he figured it was high time you meet a few of his fellow rogues, just for the sake of not having you worry as much or if you were somehow ever in a jam, he knew you would have someone perhaps like Harley to look out for you.

Oswald couldn't deny that soft enlightened look on your face when he offered the idea. 

This strong gesture of trust that the both of you felt without saying a word.  

Oz picked up your hand that was clasped in his and gave a peck to the back of it. 

The car slowly stopped in front of the Iceberg Lounge. 

“Ah, we’re finally here. Well, are you ready, darling?” He asked one more time before the driver opened his door. 

“Ready as I’ll ever be!” You smiled widely, tightening your grip on his hand as you let him lead you into the club. 

Oswald smiled warmly at you at your excitement. 

A smile that quickly faded as the hours passed. 

You had met a handful of the Rogues Gallery. You made quick friends with Harley and Pam. 

Harvey was cordial enough, despite some incredulous comments about your true relationship with Oswald here and there. 

You couldn’t help but feel relief when Joker got rather bored of you after you didn’t laugh at his distasteful violent jokes. 

Then there was Mr. Nygma…or Edward as he preferred you to call him. He seemed surprised by you at first, somewhat in awe. Once you introduced yourself, he loosened up. 

Most of them seemed decent enough. Mr. Tetch and Dr. Crane somewhat kept to themselves, but not impolite.

Killer Croc seemed harmless enough…at least in your presence. 

All the Rogues were interesting, but Edward’s bouts of knowledge that he shared with you were nothing short of fascinating. 

It didn’t take long for Oz to feel third wheeled to your conversation. 

He always did consider Ed to be a close acquaintance, perhaps even a friend who shared common cultured interest. 

Albeit at that moment, he wanted nothing more than to shove his umbrella down the green suited man’s throat. 

Oswald could feel the dense bile of envy boiling in the pit of his stomach. To avoid saying or doing something rash, he decided to get both of your drinks refilled. 

You thanked Oswald as he waddled over to the bar. You turned back to Edward when you heard him softly chuckle. 

“It’s such a shame that Ozzie took so long to introduce us. I couldn’t imagine keeping you cooped away for so long.” 

“Well, there’s no time like the present as they say..besides Ozzie was just looking out for my safety.” You looked over your shoulder to Oswald, longingly and lovingly. 

Yet you couldn’t help but notice he had somewhat of a grimace on his face. 

“Ah, that is true. Better late than never... how long exactly have you been with the old bird anyway?” 

You began rattling about the story of how you and Oz met, with your mind so deep in thought you didn’t even notice Edward getting closer to you. 

Unfortunately, Oswald walked up to the sight. 

You recalled something that made you giggle.

A giggle so infectious Ed began to chuckle with you. 

His hands tightened around the newly refilled glasses. How he longed for his hands to be around Ed’s neck instead.

Friend or not, he was getting awfully close to his lover. 

Ed followed your gaze and his eyebrows rose up in concern. 

You looked up when you noticed Oz coming into your peripheral vision.

You also noticed the strong grimace on his face. The drinkware in his hands shook from the intensity of his grip. 

“Ozzie…is everything all right?” You slowly approached him and gently took one of the glasses out of his hand and replaced it with your own. 

Your lips upturned slightly as your lover's shoulders slowly drooped and he took a strained sigh. 

“Just…peachy..” He grumbled. 

“Why don't we have a moment to ourselves outside on the balcony?” You suggested. 

Oswald didn't answer but silently followed your lead. 

Once you two were fully alone with the confirmation of a closed screen door, you put your hand on his shoulder as you walked up behind him. 

“Want to tell me what happened there, Ozzie? D-Did I do something wrong?” 

Oswald quickly turned to face you, as upset as he was…he knew it wasn't your fault. 

“No, absolutely not darling! You've been doing so well taking in all my colleagues’ well…eccentricities…”

You nodded, slowly trying to come up with another reason. 

“And with Edward?” 

Oswald’s face tightened with a grimace. 

Bingo. 

You wrapped your hands around the contours of Oswald's round and loveable face and made him look you in the eyes. 

“Ozzie…”

“Y-Yes…my dove?” His eyebrows perked up at the contact. 

“You know I love you right?” 

“Y-Yes I do…”

“And of all the…exquisite people I've met tonight…they all pale in comparison to you.”

A bashful smile spread across Oswald's face as a soft hue of red hinted at his cheeks. 

“You'll always have me, no matter what…no one is going to steal me away that easily.” You giggled as you leaned the tip of your nose to the tip of his own nose. 

Oswald seemed to finally take a sigh of relief. “I…I know, dove…I-It was rather foolish of me to…get as upset as I got…”

You shook your head. “It’s how you felt, I'm just glad I noticed before you got back to the table…you looked like you wanted to bite Ed's head  off.”

Oz grumbled. “Well…maybe…”

You playfully smacked him on his shoulder. “Ozzie!”

He flailed his arms up in defeat. “I jest, my love! I jest!” 

“Do you feel better now?” 

There was a brief pause of reflection before Oswald nodded with a content smile on his face. 

“Indeed…thank you, dove.” 

You grabbed the glasses you set off to the side on a glass outside table and handed one of them back to Oz. 

You lifted your glass in front of him. “A toast to us?” 

Oz chuckled warmly as he clinked his glass against yours before taking a hearty swig. 

“To us, my darling dove.”

[odiesdayoff]

Borrow

pair: Dano!Edward Nashton x fem!reader | Adrian Chase x fem!reader

summary: Vigilante & Riddler borrow (steal) your car for a job.

warnings: smut (minors dni); handjobs; mention of blowjobs; dubious consent; kidnapping; i try to be funny

i love these nerds and im trying to get back into writing...

You leaned your head against the steering wheel and let the tears stream from your eyes. The Gotham City Public Radio station was permanently stuck, the knob broke off of the console weeks ago. Some campy songs from the 90s played softly. Pathetic, really. Two months into your new jobs and you were already having a breakdown after you clocked out.

The passenger door opened and before your panic was registered, a masked man sat next to you, shut the door, and pulled the safety of a gun off. He was in green, wearing mostly tactical gear. The mask he wore had openings that allowed you to see his eyes. His voice was muffled, seemingly going through a voice changer. “Get out of the car.”

You stared down the barrel of the gun before shakily unbuckling your seatbelt and opening your door. “Shit.” A hand grabbed your arm and pulled you from the car. It was another masked man, but he had an entirely different outfit…or suit. His mask was almost completely covering his face, save for a tinted visor over his eyes. His suit was made of nylon and was mostly teal and darker blue.

The man outside of the car looked you up and down, then at his partner. “Shoot her. I don’t wanna waste any of my bullets.”

The other man shook his head and put his gun down. “She’s innocent.”

“She’s seen us and knows what car we’re in! She’ll go right to the cops once we leave.” The man held your other arm and slightly shook you to emphasize his point.

You struggled against him. “I won’t tell! I’m also very against the whole ‘shooting me’ plan.”

The other man thought for a moment, silent. “Put her in the trunk.” He pulled a thick roll of duct tape from his waistband and tossed it to the man holding you. He wasted no time pulling the tape off and covering your mouth. Your heavy breathing and slight whimpering were muffled.

He dragged you towards the trunk, wrapping your wrists together. He hoisted you into the trunk and taped your ankles together before fully pushing you in and closing it. Your surroundings went dark as you could vaguely hear their voices in conversation. The car started to move.

Adrian nodded his head to the song on the radio before Edward slammed his fist against the console, turning it off completely. “I still don’t see why we couldn’t just steal an uninhabited car.” He sighed, crossing his arms and looking forward at the road, which was quickly darkening.

“Carjacking is a crime,” Adrian retorted. He flicked his blinker on and waited for the light to turn green in order to turn left.

It was like Edward was working with a child. He still couldn’t believe he got wrapped up in something like this. Arkham was looking like the genuinely better deal than having to spend time with this man. “Kidnapping is a much worse crime. One we are actively doing.” He gestured to the trunk.

Adrian shook his head. “We’re just borrowing her car…and her. We’ll give it back and everything will be cool.” He smiled, though nobody but him would know that. Neither of the two took their masks off in front of each other. If they passed each other on the sidewalk, they wouldn’t know a thing. Unless, that is, they started to talk.

After a lot of driving and little conversation, Adrian pulled into the parking lot of the abandoned building they were due to meet The Penguin.

He thought it was a little unethical to be working for someone who wanted to be a crime boss, but Oz had convinced him that he was only trying to become the boss so that evil guys like Falcone or Maroni wouldn’t be there. He was happy to help. As for Edward, he was released on probation under the surveillance of Oz, given that he worked for him.

“You got my information?” He smoked a cigar and observed the vehicle the two literal serial killers stepped out of.

There was a hot pink bumper sticker that read hot girls hit curbs along with another that read fart zone: enter at your own risk and a few different cartoon characters scattered all over . He rolled his eyes. The left side of the car had thick scratches, the paint completely stripped off. The front bumper was held to the car with several strips of duct tape. Knowing Vigilante, there was a good chance that it was his personal car.

Riddler held a flash drive in his hand and tossed it over.  “All the employee information from the new mayor’s office. Are we done here?”

Oz twirled the drive between his fingers. “You boys did good. Glad to see you two getting along.” Sarcasm dripped from each word. Again, Edward crossed his arms. “Yeah, yeah. Get back in your, uh, Vigilante-Mobile and I’ll call you when I need something else.”

Adrian laughed and held up a hand. “That piece of junk isn’t the Vigilante-Mobile.”

The Penguin raised a brow and playfully smirked. “Is it yours, Eddie?”

“It’s stolen,” Edward stoically replied.

Vigilante slapped Edward’s back and laughed again, shaking his head. “It’s not stolen, dude. We went over this. We’re just borrowing the car and her for the time being.”

“Hold on, what does ‘and her’ mean?” Oz looked at the car, then at the two masked men standing in front of him.

Vigilante shrugged. “We didn’t want to kill the girl who owned the car, so she’s in the trunk.”

“You mean to tell me there’s some broad in the trunk of that car?” The men nodded. “Show me.”

Fear still pulsed through you, moreso when you realized that the car wasn’t driving anymore and the men had left the car. Did they plan on leaving you there to die? Or worse?

Suddenly, light poured into your eyes and you looked up. Three men, one of which you hadn’t seen before and didn’t even have a mask, looked down at you. Your eyes widened with fear. The man in blue held out a hand to present you. “See?”

The unmasked man took a hit from his cigar and blew it in your direction. “She’s cute. You two need a little extra cash? I’d buy her off your hands.”

You frantically shook your head and tried to scoot yourself further back into the trunk, now against the back seat.

“Relax, we’re not selling her. That’s gross.” Vigilante scoffed at Penguin’s proposition. It was bad enough that he was kinda sorta committing a crime by taking her car and her, but human trafficking was certainly not the business he wanted to be a part of. Unless he was busting it.

“Always looking for new blood at the Lounge. She’d be real popular.” He turned around and started for his own car. “Do what you two gotta do. I don’t care.”

The masked men looked down at you once again. “This looks too much like kidnapping. Can we put her in the backseat? And you can sit with her.” Vigilante looked at Edward with pleading eyes that he could barely see.

“Fine.” Edward shook his head and went to sit in the back.

Adrian reached into the trunk and slinked his arms under you, picking you up. The man was surprisingly strong. He shut the trunk and sat you next to Edward in the backseat. He sat in the driver’s seat, turning to face the two of you. “Seat belts!”

Edward begrudgingly buckled himself in, then reached over you and buckled you in. The car started to move once he had heard all the necessary clicks.

You felt a hand rest on your thigh and sure enough, it was Edward’s. A part of you wanted to feel disgusted, but god you were horny and this was the closest thing to action that you’d gotten in a long time.

He squeezed you when the car made a sharp turn and the faintest gasp left your mouth. The duct tape didn’t stop the sound entirely. He looked at you, at his hand placement, then back at your face. You wondered if he could see how hot your cheeks were and you didn’t even know if it was from embarrassment.

Curiously, he inched his hand further up your thigh. “When was the last time you got laid?” He wasn’t talking to you, rather the other man.

Vigilante laughed. “Wow, uh, I had this sweet threesome with Peacemaker and this chick we met in a bar. It was so hot, but that was, like, a few months ago at least. Back in Washington.”

Edward tried to keep a straight face. It seemed like his partner was lying, but he could never be too sure. The man was full of surprises. “You wouldn’t mind if I…” He glanced at you.

“In public? That’s illegal!” He nearly stopped the car short.

He unbuckled your seatbelt and pulled you on his lap. You straddled his leg and faced him, feeling the friction between your pants and the thick fabric of his own. Each of his gloved hands held your hips. “The car isn’t public.”

Vigilante fully stopped the car and looked back at the two of you. “Yes, it is. Put her back in the seat. God, you’re worse than Peacemaker.”

With a heavy eye roll, Edward pushed you off of him and buckled you in again. Adrian gave a satisfied nod, then faced the road. You faced forward, quiet. Not that you could really say anything in the first place.

After each name that you heard, you tried to burn them into your memory. Man in blue knows Peacemaker. He was the guy that killed all those butterfly alien…things. You read an article about it quite a while ago. By association, that guy must’ve been Vigilante.

The man with the cigar said something about bringing you to the Lounge. If he was the Penguin, then that meant that he was talking about the Iceberg Lounge.

The man in the green was the only one you knew. You never saw him up close…or long enough to actually recognize. The Riddler. You moved in just a few months after he flooded the city and everyone was still talking about it. You went on a date with someone who openly admitted to being a part of the cult that followed him.

You weren’t necessarily opposed to the idea of keeping this whole thing quiet. Neither of them hurt you, other than the eventual ripping of the duct tape that was certainly stuck to the hair on your arms and everything else. You dreaded that more than the men in the car with you. Did that make you a bad person? Or at least an immoral one?

“Can I at least get a handjob?” Edward whined.

Vigilante tapped his fingers on the steering wheel and shook his head. “Fine. Under your pants, though. I don’t wanna see your dick.”

The duct tape didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would as it was pulled from your wrists. It felt strange to have control of your hands once again, as if it were days. In reality, it was about an hour at most.

You didn’t hesitate to reach for his pants, pulling his jacket open and grazing your fingertips against the buttons on his jeans. Impatient, he pulled his shirt up, revealing his soft stomach and happy trail that disappeared under his pants.

You followed the trail. As your hand wrapped around the base of his cock, he let out a deep exhale that turned into a soft moan. Has it been that long since he’s had any type of sex that wasn’t with his own right hand? It isn’t that much of a difference if it’s your right hand, is it?

“Can you shut the fuck up, dude? It’s bad enough I gotta know it’s happening, I don’t wanna hear it, too.” Adrian kept glancing in the rearview mirror and rolling his eyes from behind his visor. He could clearly see the bulge in Edward’s pants and each time that your fist gently pushed against the fabric as you jerked him off.

Edward white-knuckled his seatbelt as he tried to stay quiet. The combination of the warmth of your hand and the friction of the fabric of his pants were well enough to send him over the edge, but he knew that he needed to last as long as possible. For his own sake. And to beat the humiliation of finishing after a few lousy pumps. “Fuck.”

You continued to stroke him until you felt the droplets of warm cum trickle along your fingers. This was a first for you and you would be lying if you said it didn’t give you a boost of confidence to see how quickly the man unraveled at your touch. You wondered if he was attractive under the mask. His face would be on the internet, right?

With him distracted with the aftermath of his orgasm, you pulled your hand from his pants and took the duct tape from your mouth. You bent down to take it from your ankles. He was heavily breathing and leaning against the back of his seat.

“So, um, you’re not gonna kill me, right? I think we established enough trust here to know I won’t go to the cops.” You looked toward Vigilante, who had fully focused his attention back on the road.

He shrugged. “I guess so. You know you have almost all of your warning lights on. That’s, like, really bad.”

This man was the last person that should be judging you. Nobody cares if your check engine light is on. “I can’t afford a new one and I don’t want to get it fixed…until the mechanic industry hires more women.” You crossed your arms as if this were a righteous decision. Your bank account didn’t allow for a car that wasn’t close to breaking down at any point.

“Whatever, dude. It’s your choice. I support women’s rights. What I can’t support is lying, which I know you just did. How can I be sure that you weren’t lying about going to the cops?” Once he was at a red light, he turned around to face you.

Your cheeks burned from embarrassment. He was smarter than you thought, surprisingly. You scratched the back of your neck. “I’ll suck your dick.”

He blinked, not sure what to do. “Oh…okay.”

[dragonflight203]

Next up on my adventure into Batman comics is Batman: The Long Halloween.

This is typically recommended as the next comic to read after Batman: Year One. It’s supposed to take place right after it, but as I’ll mention I consider that debatable.

Comic

Title: Batman: The Long Halloween

Author: Jeph Loeb

Artist: Tim Sale

Year: 1996-1997

Overall Opinion

-An overly drawn out story with intriguing ideas that fail to be well executed.

Reading this felt like homework. It’s frequently used as source material in other Batman stories so it’s an essential read, but I did not enjoy it.

More frustratingly, it has some very interesting concepts that could make a fantastic story if handled better.

Art

-Tolerable with gritted teeth. Most of the story is acceptable, but the Rogues are often drawn as caricatures.

General

-The story supposedly occurs soon after Batman: Year One but most of the Rogue Gallery is present. That’s ridiculous. It must take place several years into Batman’s career.

-I’ve seen the theme of the Long Halloween described as the decline of the traditional mob families in Gotham and the rise of the Rogues.

This is supported by Alberto Falcone being the Holiday killer and Harvey Dent ultimately killing Carmine Falcone.

But there’s an interesting thread where Carmine uses the Rogues. He employs Poison Ivy, the Riddler, Scarecrow, and the Mad Hatter through the year. It’s implied he may have known and supported Alberto as the Holiday Killer.

I’d have liked that to be developed more – the mob adapting to the Rogues and forming a new balance of power with them could have been a compelling story.

-That said, the Rogues are poorly used through this story. They mostly have cameos in a chapter or two. Why does Poison Ivy agree to work with Carmine? And Scarecrow and the Mad Hatter?

Keep guessing – the plot needs them to take these actions so they will, characterization be damned. The narrative isn’t interested in the Rogues as people; they’re tools to further the plot.

-Why do the Rogues go with Two-Face to confront Carmine at the end?

Because it’s thematically appropriate to end the story with a confrontation of the Rogues vs. the Falcones. What, you thought this story would bother to provide the Rogues motivation?

-(Why is the Penguin even there? He didn’t appear prior in the story!)

-As an origin story for Two-Face this is disappointing.

The focus is on the Falcone family, so the lead-up to Harvey’s deteriorating mental state and the fall-out after the acid is glossed over. We don’t even see Harvey react to the damage; we’re just told he escaped the hospital.

As a result Harvey’s transformation feels more like bullet points to check off on a list than a major event. Batman: The Animated series did more in two episodes with the change of Harvey into Two-Face than The Long Halloween does in thirteen issues.

Which is a shame, because Harvey turning himself in at the end is fantastic and I’d love to have seen more of Harvey/Two-Face to better understand how he got there.

-To expand on this, Harvey’s coin is barely in the story. I think it’s only shown twice. First on Father’s Day as a gift from Harvey’s father to him; why it’s significant isn’t explained. The second is when Harvey flips it to decide whether to free Calendar Man from Arkham or not.

Which is a great use of it, but shows how out of focus Harvey is. If you weren’t familiar with Two-Face in other media, you’d have no idea why Harvey was flipping the coin. I don’t think it’s ever mentioned in story that the original coin is double-sided and was scarred by the acid thrown on Harvey.

-Harvey going after Bruce Wayne as possibly corrupt is a great idea and a story I’d read in its own right. So much could be done with that.

-How did Batman’s ears fit under that helmet he wore as Maroni’s “guard”?

-Why is there a fake Scarecrow on a horse after Scarecrow breaks out of Arkham?

Yes, it’s a good distraction but it’s also ridiculous. That does not feel like something the Falcones would do.

-Bruce repeatedly says he believes in Harvey Dent and Jim Gordon.

However, The Long Halloween lacks the context to give these additional power. In other stories, for example, “I believe in Harvey Dent” is a campaign slogan. That’s not the case here, which makes it’s repetition feel like an odd mantra that Bruce is trying to convince himself of.

Story

-This is another story more interested in plot than characters. That’d be fine if there was enough plot, but there isn’t – a good chunk of the story feels like padding to draw it out for a year.

The events with Scarecrow and the Mad Hatter particularly stand out as filler.

-It leaves a lot of loose ends. How many Holiday killers were there? Which ones killed which victims? Why does Catwoman always show up around Carmine Falcon?

How much a reader enjoys open ended stories is ultimately a matter of taste. However, given this is a plot heavy based around a mystery I find it frustrating that the mystery isn’t clearly resolved.

Catwoman just feels like a dropped thread.

-Bruce doesn’t do much in this story. He fails to solve the mystery, fails his saving throw against Poison Ivy, fails to prevent Scarecrow from breaking out of Arkham, fails to prevent Harvey from being scarred, fails to prevent Alberto from killing Maroni, fails to prevent Harvey breaking the other Rogues out of Arkahm, fails to prevent Harvey from killing Carmine Falcone…

It’s necessary for a protagonist to lose for there to be tension, but the problem is that Bruce takes little initiative. He mostly reacts to events and then Harvey turns himself in at the end.

-Edward guesses that Carmine is the Holiday Killer. At the time it’s treated as a joke, but if Carmine was supporting Alberto it may be correct.

That would explain why Carmine let Edward go – he genuinely solved the mystery of the Holiday Killer, better than Carmine anticipated.

Characters

-Alberto’s my fave in this story. The transition from the repeated brush offs at the start of the story to being the Holiday Killer is intriguing. How much is real and how much is an act?

He did say prior to the first killing he had some ideas about the family business…

-Batman leaving a Thanksgiving plate for Solomon Grundy is fantastic.

-Why does Joker care about the Holiday Killer?

There are plenty of killers in Gotham. Why’s he so insistent that the Holiday Killer be found?

Further, why isn’t more done with this? Joker has a fit about the Holiday Killer at Christmas, then he’s dropped entirely until Harvey breaks him out at Halloween. If Joker were truly angry, you’d think he be more active.

It’s another example of the Rogues being used as tools rather than respected as characters in the story.

Edit: Joker also shows up for New Years! That's when he's captured until Harvey sets him free at the end. Same motivation as Christmas, however, and the two had blurred together in my memory.

-The Scarecrow speaking in nursery rhymes is odd. I’m not well versed in the comics, but I don’t think that’s typical of him.

-Sophia is wonderful and I love her.

Could’ve done without her past affair with Salvatore Maroni, though; the star crossed lovers is rather cliché and this story did nothing to breathe life into it.

-I assume Jim’s niece “Babs” is supposed to be the Barbara who will become Batgirl.

Obvious saving throw by DC to save the timeline, but it’ll do.

-When the Rogues confront Falcone, Harvey calls Gotham his city. Joker says they’ll come back to that. Good touch.

-There is no way Jim Gordon would dress his son up as a clown for Halloween with the experience he has with the Joker.

Edit: Added Comic section

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batjokes (mostly gamer) streamer AU (no batfam just the rouges) where Joker is a gamer troll with a face cam while Batman is just extremely good at games and hasn’t face revealed yet, and then they play a gamer event and it was enemies at first sight where Joker tried messing Batman up but somehow Batman managed to keep beating him. It becomes a running gag for them to “hate” each other hut behind the scenes they start talking and turns out they have similar philosophies and now they’re genuine friends. Joker gets a mental breakdown on stream once and Batman watches his streams so he was there for him privately. Joker gets canceled and then doxxed because he’s a troll and gay of course someone takes things too personally, Batman sticks up for Joker first. Batman and Joker has this running gag about batjokes because Joker kept joking about it and then Batman just let it happen although most of the time it seems like Batman rejects Joker he actually complements and defends Joker a lot from Joker’s troll and often toxic fanbase (weird enough to have a fanbase that hates you ngl). Like it’s common courtesy but only Batman does it, plus he goes the extra mile by genuinely becoming friends with Joker so he knows more than anyone what Joker’s personal life is like.

Selina isn’t a streamer but she would sometimes appear in Batman’s stream (not confirmed but they were flirtatious and absolutely dating). Catwoman becomes a steamer herself and finally confirms they dated but broke up but are still friends and will still collab.

Harley was Joker’s roommate who gained a ton of popularity practically instantly so she started her own streams and became one of the fastest growing streamers. Admittedly her natural hilarious charm comes from previous experience with media since she was a Viner. She also got to know popular streamer Poison Ivy really quickly which was groundbreaking since Ivy was mostly a lone streamer.

Harvey is Batman’s personal friend while Two Face is Harvey’s secret account where he’s actually decent at comedy and games. Batman and Two Face don’t realize they know each other IRL but they’re suspicious and it’s funny because they’re keeping it a secret from each other.

Superman is another popular and family friendly streamer that’s everyone’s childhood and often collabs with Batman. They are not personal personal friends but have collabed enough to become genuine friends. When Batman stuck up for Joker he kept out of it but supported Batman for speaking on it. Everyone loves their collabs.

The Batman rouges are the streamers Batman often collabs with tho. Riddler has his own podcast but is also a game developer that often curates the game events for collabs. Bane’s viewers are mostly based in Santa Prisca but he has started streaming with many English speakers like Batman, he’s also better at gaming and often beats Batman. Scarecrow is a cosplayer and does roleplays with a scary twist. MadHatter is also a roleplayer and cosplayer so they collab often. Talia has a running gag that she’s an evil assassin lady, which kinda bite her in the back when she almost got canceled because a rightwing podcaster mention her until Batman and the rouges and their fans combined with her fans defended her, also she’s on the same skill level as Batman’s gaming and a speed runner. Penguin is really bad at gaming but he still does it because it’s the popular thing to do, he often reverts back to reaction videos.