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Scarecrow! doesn't buy his clothes full price. Ever. Never has, never will, this man thrifts everything. Between the materials for making fear toxin, paying his goons, paying for rent and getting food for his crows, he can't really spare a penny. He once tried making his own drugs for the fear toxin, and it left him with a nasty scar on his face. But when he's finally sick of some of his old clothes, he's taking you by the wrist and dragging you to the car. You ask where he's taking you, all you get in response is a grumbled "its a surprise." As he drives further from the big city and more towards the calm, cool parts of New York. Not exactly suburbs, but not tall sky scrapers either. And once he parks, you two are off into the area.

Scarcrow! takes your hand to remind you he isn't mad at you, he's just a grouchy old man as the two of you walk into a CHKD Thrift store. You spend hours there. He is searching every rack to see if he can find any treasures, he even shops in the women's section for sweaters. No rack is left untouched. And don't worry, he's picking out some cute clothes for you too. Please, if you match his fall aesthetic, this man will not be able to stop showing you to coworkers. Doesn't matter, he's proud of his partner. When you finally leave the store, the autumn air hits your lungs and the leaves crunch under your shoes. But once he takes all your clothes back to the car and will just stand there staring at you. He will just stand there staring until you say something about it.

Scarecrow! just looks confused. "This is a date. What do you want to do?" So only now does he specify this is actually a date. He's awkward, we all knew this already. If you can't pick where to go next (especially since this is a new area for you) he'll take you to a local coffee shop called "Burial Grounds." If the name wasn't enough, the inside was all black, the staff looked like they belonged at a rave, and the decor was ready for halloween. Yet it's some of the kindest people you will ever meet. They're friendly, they seem to already kniw Jonathan, and They're fun to talk to. The vibes are definitely something Jonathan would be drawn to, no wonder he'd want to go there. What's nice is even if you don't want coffee, they have good options for teas and lattes. Over all, it's a nice spot to just sit down and chat (if you like the spooky things.)

Scarecrow! would be sitting down with you in the coffee shop, but he made today a date day, so he's walking around to take you on a date. Now, he's never been big on affection. Some nights, you may get a little bit of spooning if he's feeling nice, but he's mostly independent from you. He isn't really around enough for quality time or acts of service, and he's shit at praise, so gift giving is his biggest way to show affection. So, he's taking you everywhere and buying you anything you want. Its also because he feels bad for nkt being able to treat you better. He feels guilty, but at the same time, he couldn't lose you to the world.

Scarecrow! takes you to all the shops. The Crystal shop? He gets some shiny stones that remind him of you (Crow brain.) Candle shop? Be free, enjoy yourself. He loves candles, so get as many as you could ever want. There are some small stores with other fun trinkets, he's all for it. He is literally willing to go into a toy store with you if you want to get a cute stuffed animal. Or 3. Not like you two don't have the plague doctor plush duo at home.

Scarecrow! taking you to all his favorite places. The little book store that feels unreal. The beauty of it all, the smell of old books, the quiet atmosphere. He even got a few books for himself when you teo stop in. He takes you to the tea shop he gets his blends from. Even if you don't drink tea, you can enjoy the smells of all the flora. And it's even better if you like tea. He takes you to the little flea market that is always happening there, seeing small little local creators. There's one sun catcher he buys for its Halloween feel. Plus some bleached tie-dye shirts he got 2 of so you two could match. Lastly, he takes you to his favorite spot of all. A little antique and oddity shop. Bones, charms, incense, tarot, old creepy doll Jonathan knows too much about- all of it feels so eclectic. So delightful. You walk out with over $100 worth of goodies from there, and neither of you could be happier. Over all, it's a very random date, but when he's feeling romantic there's no better way for him to show it than buy you stuff you want. He'll definitely take you back there again.

A/N: this was strongly based on a little vintage shop I live near by and Olympia, Washington. Just go with it, trust 🙏

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The Iceberg Lounge

A/N: I dead ass should be doing my college assignment, but I honeslty didn't want to, so enjoy!

Oswald Cobblepot isn't the kind of man you negotiate with. The only people he truly respects in Gotham are the fellow mobsters, the rogues, and batman. It takes a lot to get to that point though. For batman, its pretty obvious why they should respect one another. They could ruin each other if they wanted to. Its simply mutually assured destruction, and no one is willing to pull the first trigger. For the Mobsters, those are his work partners. Its how he gets his money, his men, how be gets all his power. And one day, Oswald just knows he'll take Don Falcone's place... One day.

But the rogues? He sees then as friends. They're the only ones who willing talk to him. He was a lonely kid, didn't exactly know what it was like to have friends, so now he's confused between the lines of acquaintance and friend. But that just makes it easier for the other rogues to crash at the Iceberg Lounge.

Now, hear me out here. Villain nights. One day, Harley came into the Iceberg looking for some fun. You know, drinks, chatting, not much else you can do at the Iceberg because of how classy the place is, but she gets free drinks there, so it's worth it. She goes with Ivy, of course, and they decide to at least pay Oswald a visit since they're in his lounge. And like, he had no meetings that night, so he was over the moon to have people he knew in the lounge. And he, his words, said, "why not invite some other rogues, we could have a little get together!" And while Ivy was trying to figure out what the hell Oz was on, Harley immediately jumped to the group chat (yes, they all have a group chat, it gets very annoying.)

So, an hour later you have all these rogues just kinda coming in. There's a center table in the lounge where Oswald typically does his business and like, now the booth is filled with villains chit-chatting. The only time they ever meet up like this is for the monthly meetings, so this is a fun little change of pace. Like, you have 1920's flapper covers of modern songs in the background, Edward is trying to at least be a little normal and not say a riddle or fun fact every 2 seconds, Harvey trying his god damn hardest not to punch Edward (the coin said he couldn't), Jonathan only came for the free drinks, Harley is chatting up a storm with everyone while Ivy just contently holds her waist as she talks. Like, the night starts off calm, people come a go, but then Harley gets a bit ballsy and decides its time to take the stage for some karaoke. And now that Oswald is outnumbered, he can't even stop her.

The Karaoke turns into a competition, and as people start clearing out, the competition grows. Harley is killing it with her Lady Gaga songs, Ivy only sings because Harley wants her to (and she Chooses 'Red Wine Supernova' by Chappell Roan cause I said so), Edward probably does some main character song that makes him feel like he's the center of the universe (Don't worry, Jonathan recorded it and now uses it as cringe blackmail.) Speaking of Jonathan, he's a grouchy old man, so he probably just does 'Tequila' by the Champs so he can say one word and go back to his seat. Whatever, whatever. What no one expected was when Harvey got up and absolutely KILLED IT while singing both parts of "Somebody that you used to know". Turns out no one knew he toom chorus in highschool? To say the least, no one was bitter about that loss.

That night, a lot of the rogues just stayed the night at the lounge. They didn't have enough energy to leave. And like, it just because a tradition to have villain nights after that. All the villains got little cards to let them in, Zsasz typically works as the bouncer those nights to scare off most civilians. Villain Nights happen at least twice a month, and its just a fun little get together for everyone. They do party games, take control of the music, good times! Hell, even Mr. Freeze came one night. That's rare for him.

The only issue is somehow, Red Hood got an entry card. Like, he's not exactly the most heroic person, but he sure as hell isn't a villain. Surprisingly, he's a pretty fun guy to be around. No one does anything (too) illegal, no one gets in trouble. Its just a time to forget about causing crime and instead enjoy a drink or two or eight.

Just... no one tell joker about it. We don't want that guy to crash the party.

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unpopular opinion, but I hate music meister with a passion, only because of how under developed he is as a character. He has so much potential, but instead he's just some shallow chorus kid. GIVE ME MORE. I could take his power alone and make such a beautifully made character. A story, flaws, traits, DEPTH. PLEASE 😭😭😭😭

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Gothamverse! Riddler would be such a guy. Like, in a relationship, he looks for those sweet, domestic moments. He wants nothing more than to bake a pie with you in evening while listening to 50's music and wearing matching aprons. To hold you from behind and sway as you mix all the ingredients together. The smile on his face as you two make his great grandma's recipe. It doesn't even matter if you know how to bake, he'll let you sit on the counter and be the taste tester while he does all the work. The antique feeling to it all, the warmth and coziness he needs in his crazy life. The stability and lovely fact that he won't ever lose you.

Gothamverse! Riddler takes you on picnics. No worries, just a pleasant walk through one of the only wooded areas in Gotham. Holding hands, chatting about your day, laughing a little at who knows what. Setting out a blanket and just laying there together, snacking on the little finger sandwiches Ed had prepared and tea that he kept warm in the thermos. He even brought a slice of cake for a sweet treat. He'll literally melt if you let him feed you. He likes being able to do things for you, it's his love language. Nothing but the soft wind and the trees to keep you two company. And when you're done? He'll pack up for you, holding you by the waist as you walk off. It was nice for him to turn the area he hid the body of his ex-girlfriend into a new memory. One where his lover is alive, and breathing, and loves him. No matter how silly he may get.

Gothamverse! Riddler, a guy who's too much of a dork for his own good. He enjoys taking you to see natural beauty. And there's no better place for that than at the beach. He'll sit next to you in the sand, funny dressed in his formal attire. Pretty weird for the beach. When you offer to go swim in the water, that man had the most appalled expression of his life. Do you really think him of all people would go swim in the nuclear dump that is Gotham's ocean?? Let alone let you swim in there? Absolutely no way. You can stay in the sand with him. Who knows what kind of cancer you'll develop from even touching that water. But, you have to admit, the night sky was stunning. Typically, the sky in Gotham is so full of smoke, you can't see the sky. But that night? It was like all the stars were out. Beautiful scenery, and truly a wonderful drive home with the windows down and some 70's pop playing.

A/N: sorry for not posting anything important or continuing on my other works, but I just baked my great grandma's pumpkin pie tonight while listening to 50's music, and my brain was like "Hey, this is so Cory Michael Smith Riddler coded ☝️🤓" so I had to write it down, plus a few more little things. I almost went darker with it, but decided to keep it fluff. I really enjoyed making it, I gotta say. Any other date headcanons I should do for batman villains? Or just batman characters in general? Cause, like, this was sweet. I love this. I wamna make more of this.

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Oh. My. GOD. You cooked so hard with all of this, EEK!!!!! I am currently typing up the second part, and shockingly enough, Poison Ivy isn't a science teacher! (Crane already took the position, that dick.) I don't think too many people will hate her current position though. And I absolutely LOVE the strictness and mysterious Penguin, and you'll see what I've got in mind for him very, very soon 😈

Also, Im stealing some of these additions. The tattoo? The no-name penguin? YOU JUST OPENED THE WORLD. THANK YOU 🙏🙏🙏

I had a wild dream last night, so here's if Batman Villains were (specifically middle school) teachers.

The only reason I'm making this middle school is cause in my dream, it was my exact middle school for some reason (haven't even been there for years 🤷‍♂️) but it was really funny. Plus, less stuff I have to worry about like extracurriculars.

Mr. Crane is DEFINITELY a Chemistry teacher. Like, he's teaching these kids that mixing ammonia and bleach makes mustard gas (he lost a student after that lesson). But he's also a complete grouch. No one has ever seen him smile, yet he's everyone's favorite teacher. Like, he notices everything. One of his better students comes in with a black eyes and some bruises? He's not even seeing the kid after class, he's about to knock the shit out of one of his next bell students for putting a hand on them. All his students won't stop digging into his personal life, though. Like, one time, the student were asking if he was single, and he sarcastically siad "ask the math teacher." So the entire school started shipping them together, which really pissed Jonathan off (he honestly couldn't do shit, he set himself up for that). And if one kid's like "a man dating a man is wrong!" Then Jonathan is going off on their ass with all his religious trauma, telling them that homosexuality is NOT a sin and that's just their parents being bigots (it does not help his case when asked if he's gay). Also, at the end of the school year, he stops caring and lets his students do whatever as long as they're quiet. And if they refuse to shut up? He's putting on Bill Nye and making them write about what they're watching. And last day of school? The most physical affection he's seen in his life. Like, all these kids are sad they won't have him again and giving him hugs, and he doesn’t understand why. But you know what? One of them gave him some fancy coffee (cause hes never not drinking it), so maybe it wasn't so bad after all.

Mr. Nygma Sir (Arkham knight reference) is a math teacher. Now, typically I'd say he'd go for Biology because its all about living organisms, but its not about anatomy in specific. He was a forensics scientist after all, he loves teaching about the body and how to use wounds as clues to the cause of death (but he is the host for the forensics team and they have been winner for 8 straight years in a row). But with Math? This man can teach it all. Its about definite numbers (or at least thats in the math he's teaching) so of course hes the best at it. Its simple. Plus, he can hand out those worksheets that the answers make up a riddle and the person who solves it correctly first gets a prize. Also, he picks favorites. He doesn’t like the suck ups because, sure they're smart, but they always want something out of being smart. It pisses him off (he's very hypocritical). But the autistic kid with maybe one friend that finishes they're assignment before he's even done teaching the lesson? Thats his favorite student. He could care less if the other students fail or pass his class. On top of that, he has fought students before over what color each subject is (he kicked out a kid because they said math was green, it's obviously red). He also hosts the puzzle club, where the students literally just do jigsaw puzzles with him, music in the background, and fun conversations emerge. He calls his students quiz kids (Gotham riddler reference). A lot of people don't like him that much as a person, but they definitely respect him as a teacher. Especially with how engaging his class is.

Mr. Dent (He's pretty chill, typically he lets his students call him Mr. Harvey) is the History teacher for sure. He likes that everything in history happened by chance, that things typically have to happen twice, that there are always two sides of the story (the winners and the losers) and he loves the court cases. He will go on for hours about Brown v. Board of Education. Most definitely is the host for the debate club (and encourages bullying the Forensics kids.) He has this weird collection of coins from different places and time periods as well, he's really proud of it. His class is either really engaging, or really boring, and there will never be a sign on which it's gonna be. One day, he'd go into great detail on what exactly caused the great depression. Just the cause. Other days, he will literally say "Stalin is communist." And leave it at that. If asked what a communist even is, he'll just grumble something about looking it up yourself. Mattering on the day, asking about his scar could be the funniest or most horrifying thing. On a bad day? No one talk to him or else he will lash out. But on a good day? He never gives the same story 3 times. Two of his classes will think he got the scar from a freak car accident, while his other bell thinks he got the scar from a childhood mess up with a clumsy Harvey and a campfire. Then, he starts mixing it up. Its confusing. Despite all of that, students typically pass his class cause its easy to get extra credit. He just lets you flip a coin. Heads? Extra credit. Tails? No extra credit. Its a perfect system. Along with that, when presenting projects, be prepared, he does those little wheel spinners so its a fair chance for everyone. And he does a LOT of projects. But with his whole moody personality, the students tend to call him "Mr. Two Face" behind his back. They think he doesnt hear. And he pretends it doesn't hurt a little.

I just wanted to throw these out. Should I do more? If so, who? Like, was this fun??? Cause I thought it was pretty fun to write. I also just wanted to get it out of my drafts lol

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I had a wild dream last night, so here's if Batman Villains were (specifically middle school) teachers.

The only reason I'm making this middle school is cause in my dream, it was my exact middle school for some reason (haven't even been there for years 🤷‍♂️) but it was really funny. Plus, less stuff I have to worry about like extracurriculars.

Mr. Crane is DEFINITELY a Chemistry teacher. Like, he's teaching these kids that mixing ammonia and bleach makes mustard gas (he lost a student after that lesson). But he's also a complete grouch. No one has ever seen him smile, yet he's everyone's favorite teacher. Like, he notices everything. One of his better students comes in with a black eyes and some bruises? He's not even seeing the kid after class, he's about to knock the shit out of one of his next bell students for putting a hand on them. All his students won't stop digging into his personal life, though. Like, one time, the student were asking if he was single, and he sarcastically siad "ask the math teacher." So the entire school started shipping them together, which really pissed Jonathan off (he honestly couldn't do shit, he set himself up for that). And if one kid's like "a man dating a man is wrong!" Then Jonathan is going off on their ass with all his religious trauma, telling them that homosexuality is NOT a sin and that's just their parents being bigots (it does not help his case when asked if he's gay). Also, at the end of the school year, he stops caring and lets his students do whatever as long as they're quiet. And if they refuse to shut up? He's putting on Bill Nye and making them write about what they're watching. And last day of school? The most physical affection he's seen in his life. Like, all these kids are sad they won't have him again and giving him hugs, and he doesn’t understand why. But you know what? One of them gave him some fancy coffee (cause hes never not drinking it), so maybe it wasn't so bad after all.

Mr. Nygma Sir (Arkham knight reference) is a math teacher. Now, typically I'd say he'd go for Biology because its all about living organisms, but its not about anatomy in specific. He was a forensics scientist after all, he loves teaching about the body and how to use wounds as clues to the cause of death (but he is the host for the forensics team and they have been winner for 8 straight years in a row). But with Math? This man can teach it all. Its about definite numbers (or at least thats in the math he's teaching) so of course hes the best at it. Its simple. Plus, he can hand out those worksheets that the answers make up a riddle and the person who solves it correctly first gets a prize. Also, he picks favorites. He doesn’t like the suck ups because, sure they're smart, but they always want something out of being smart. It pisses him off (he's very hypocritical). But the autistic kid with maybe one friend that finishes they're assignment before he's even done teaching the lesson? Thats his favorite student. He could care less if the other students fail or pass his class. On top of that, he has fought students before over what color each subject is (he kicked out a kid because they said math was green, it's obviously red). He also hosts the puzzle club, where the students literally just do jigsaw puzzles with him, music in the background, and fun conversations emerge. He calls his students quiz kids (Gotham riddler reference). A lot of people don't like him that much as a person, but they definitely respect him as a teacher. Especially with how engaging his class is.

Mr. Dent (He's pretty chill, typically he lets his students call him Mr. Harvey) is the History teacher for sure. He likes that everything in history happened by chance, that things typically have to happen twice, that there are always two sides of the story (the winners and the losers) and he loves the court cases. He will go on for hours about Brown v. Board of Education. Most definitely is the host for the debate club (and encourages bullying the Forensics kids.) He has this weird collection of coins from different places and time periods as well, he's really proud of it. His class is either really engaging, or really boring, and there will never be a sign on which it's gonna be. One day, he'd go into great detail on what exactly caused the great depression. Just the cause. Other days, he will literally say "Stalin is communist." And leave it at that. If asked what a communist even is, he'll just grumble something about looking it up yourself. Mattering on the day, asking about his scar could be the funniest or most horrifying thing. On a bad day? No one talk to him or else he will lash out. But on a good day? He never gives the same story 3 times. Two of his classes will think he got the scar from a freak car accident, while his other bell thinks he got the scar from a childhood mess up with a clumsy Harvey and a campfire. Then, he starts mixing it up. Its confusing. Despite all of that, students typically pass his class cause its easy to get extra credit. He just lets you flip a coin. Heads? Extra credit. Tails? No extra credit. Its a perfect system. Along with that, when presenting projects, be prepared, he does those little wheel spinners so its a fair chance for everyone. And he does a LOT of projects. But with his whole moody personality, the students tend to call him "Mr. Two Face" behind his back. They think he doesnt hear. And he pretends it doesn't hurt a little.

I just wanted to throw these out. Should I do more? If so, who? Like, was this fun??? Cause I thought it was pretty fun to write. I also just wanted to get it out of my drafts lol

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Guess who watched Kpop Demon Hunters 🥳

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Rogues Gallery Music HCs (Pt. 1)

A/n: I fear that I listen to too much music not to find the perfect songs and music artists, so please enjoy, and if you have any more ideas send em over cause I'll need ideas for my next part 😭🙇‍♂️💫

Scarecrow - Will Wood

You can't tell me this doesn't just fit his vibe. It's so loud and chaotic, yet it has such deeper meaning. This is just very Jonathan Crane (especially in his head psychiatrist days.)

Chemical Overreaction/ Compound Fracture

"I might be a saint worth steeples

I might be the brain of evil

Bad things happen to good people

Good things happen to me :]"

2econd 2ight 2eer (that was fun, goodbye.)

"Now with my moral compass pointing south, going down

With no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no respect for reality

I'm just a psycho, babe. Come and go out my mind

I didn't lose it babe, there wasn't much to find"

Against the Kitchen Floor

"So, I could hold your hand, but keep you at arm's length

Or hang me from a branch too high to climb and shake

Less rare than scarce, less diamond than rough

Unlikely to be more than just the coal you fail to crush"

Riddler - I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

Okay, you need to hear me out here. These songs? Top of the world, smarts and beauty, perfection. It has that evil genius vibe that Ed deserves, and the beat? Chef's kiss.

Do It All the Time

"We're taking over the world

A little victim-less crime

And when I'm taking your innocence

I'll be corrupting your mind"

Choke

"Now shut your dirty mouth

If I could burn this town

I wouldn't hesitate

To smile while you suffocate and die"

Mad IQs

"Oh, you will never, ever stop me

'Cause I'm never gonna quit

Gonna get just what I want

And I am gonna get it quick

Lose yourself inside the city

Lose your mind inside a week

You can lose all of your money

You can find enough to sleep"

Poison Ivy & Harley Quinn - Chappell Roan

It's the red haired lesbian energy for me- Jokes aside, I just love this for them. These songs bleed "we hooked up a few times and now we're getting married" energy and I am LIVING for it.

Giver

"’Cause you ain’t got to tell me

It’s just in my nature

So take it like a taker

’Cause, baby, I’m a giver

Ain’t no need to hurry

’Cause, baby, I deliver"

HOT TO GO!

"Well, I woke up alone staring at my ceiling

I try not to care but it hurts my feelings

You don't have to stare, come here, get with it

No one's touched me there in a damn hot minute"

Red Wine Supernova

"I'm in the hallway waitin' for ya

Mini skirt and my go-go boots

I just want you to make a move

So slow down, sit down, it's new

I just wanna get to know ya

Guess I didn't quite think it through (Nah-uh, girl)

Fell in love with the thought of you

Now I'm choked up, face down, burnt out

Baby, why don't you come over?

Red Wine Supernova

Falling into me"

Catwoman - MARINA

Marina herself is a queen, only fitting for a goddess like Selina. The music, the feeling, the power in her words, all of it screams Cat in the best way possible.

How to Be a Heartbreaker

"Girls, we do whatever it will take

'Cause girls don't want, we don't want our hearts to break

In two, so it's better to be fake

Can't risk losin' in love again, babe

This is how to be a heartbreaker

Boys they like a little danger

We'll get 'em fallin' for a stranger, a player

Singin', "I lo-lo-love you""

Oh No!

"Don't do love, don't do friends

I'm only after success

Don't need a relationship

I'll never soften my grip

Don't want cash, don't want card

Want it fast, want it hard

Don't need money, don't need fame

I just want to make a change"

Primadonna

"Primadonna girl, yeah

All I ever wanted was the world

I can't help that I need it all

The primadonna life, the rise and fall

You say that I'm kinda difficult

But it's always someone else's fault

Got you wrapped around my finger, babe

You can count on me to misbehave

Primadonna girl

Would you do anything for me?

Buy a big diamond ring for me?

Would you get down on your knees for me?

Pop that pretty question, right now baby"

And an extra cause I was feeling silly :3

Two Face - Double Life by Pharrell Williams

"You'll never know when it's your time to go

And where you end up in life, that's code

You can't ignore, you're spinning your life

Your watch is broken 'cause you spent all your time

It's now or never, on this, everything rides

Before the spinning stops, you must pick a side"

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The Rogue Child (Pt. 2)

Platonic! Gotham x Teenager! Reader

Part 1 Here!

‼️TW: someone snaps, but other that that it's all just fluff ‼️

When you first woke up, you were immediately hit with the scent of... incense? Your head was still fuzzy from whatever you had inhaled before, causing only a minor headache. As you open your eyes, you're met with neon lights on the wall, multiple signs that looked like they could've been stolen from a retro diner, accompanied by the most random posters known to man. As your brain processes, you notice you're laying on a quite comfortable bed. It was soft, felt like you were sinking into a giant pillow, and the sheets were a nice cotton texture. On top of you, there was a giant pink blanket with different colors splattered on it. In the background, you could hear a song from Lady Gaga quietly playing, so soft you couldn't pick up on what song it was. Just simple white noise. Arms were wrapped around your waist, a warm body gently spooning you in a comforting way.

Slowly, memories from the night before flood your brain. You sit yourself up, looking down to see Harley Quinn, looking up at you a little confused. As she sits herself up, you back up against the headboard of the bed. You were stuck in the corner, finally able to see the full room. It was so chaotic, every shelf had something on it. The ceiling was covered in tapestries and glowing starts, the walls were all sorts of colors, you could barely see the floor due to all the stuffed animals and art supplies that covered it. There were dream catchers hanging in all sorts of places, and a bean bag chair in one of the corners looking like it's on the brink of breaking.

Harley had sat herself up now, and she just looked... worried.

"Suga', you okay?" She didn't try to come closer. She knew not to get closer, you're scared. She didn't want to scare you any more than you already are.

And yet, there was nothing to be scared of. There were no weapons in the room, and Harley didn't seem dangerous at all. She didn’t even look like herself! She was wearing some patchwork pants that look completely homemade and a tank top, plus a really pretty crystal necklace. Instead of her usual pigtails, she had her hair in a messy bun. But she looked like an art major, not the deadly villain-

"Harley Quinn." Her words pull you out of your running thoughts.

"What?" You asked, a bit confused by this. By everything that's happening.

"My name's Harley Quinn, but you can call me Halrey, Harls, ma," she shrugs, "Anythin' ya want, really. I just thought... y'know, introductions are important!" She still had her energy, sure, but right now? She seemed so calm. Nothing like the Harley Quinn you've heard horror stories about before.

"Can ya tell me ya name, kiddo?" She offers you a reassuring smile.

"... Y/n." You respond, hesitantly. She smiles a bit brighter, happy you felt comfortable enough to tell her your name.

"Well, Y/n..." She looked to the side for a moment, trying to think of what to say. "You're safe." She looked into your eyes, showing full honesty. "I know this is unconventional, but ya gotta trust me..." She suddenly reached over to hold your hand, a comforting grasp. "I'm sorry 'bout what happened to ya folks... it's not easy losin' family."

Right... Right.

"But I promise, me and Ivy'll take good care of ya!! We weren't expectin' ta get a kid this early, but we got anything ya need!!" She seemed so excited about the idea of adopting you. It wasn't even legally! "How does 'Y/n Quinn' sound? I think it's got a good ring to it, yeah?"

What was she even talking about?? No, no, no, this was moving too fast-

Before you're mind could even think, you sprinted off the bed and out the room. The hallways was much more tidy than Harley's room. You needed to get out of here and find a phone to call the police-

You were caught right in your tracks as two vines from the ceiling came down and lifted you by your armpits, like you were a cat or something.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, buttercup, I told you this would happen." From the end of the you could see Poison Ivy coming up to you. You try to fight the vines, but the more you fought, the tighter the vines got.

"Would you stop that?!" Ivy snapped at you, causing you to freeze.

"Ohhh, Dumplin', don't be mean to the kid!!" You heard Harley's voice from behind you. Before you could look back at her, Ivy stopped her.

"No, Harley, you can't just gentle parent. Let me have a word with them." There was a danger to her tone as Ivy dropped you from the vines and grabbed your wrist. She dragged you into what looked to be a comfortable living room, covered in plants and flowers.

She took you by the shoulders and pushed you down into an old fashioned rocking chair, vines wrapping around your wrists to tie you onto the chair.

"Alright, now I hope you'll actually listen to me instead of fight." Ivy' words were gruff, very blunt, even aggressive. "You call the cops? They won't do anything for you. The foster care system in Gotham is disgusting, just like all the adults here," she pressed an accusing finger into your chest, "but you? You're still a kid. Or, a teen, whatever. You're the youth. You're the future. You can be better than those monsters who call themselves people."

Her words were... wildly encouraging, despite her threatening tone.

"Me and Harley only want to help you... We know what it's like to love something. Important things to us, important people. And, as of right now, we're your best option." She stood herself up straight again, no longer seeming so upset or threatening. "... if I let go of your wrists, do you promise not to run?" Her tone was soft. Like she wanted to give you a chance.

With a small nod of your head, she releases the vines.

"I know a lot is happening, and a lot will keep happening. Life will never be steady. But every rose has its thorns." She sighs, her hair slightly falling over her face.

"Um... Ivy-"

"Pamela." She corrects you. "My name's Pamela Isley."

You pause. So Poison Ivy wasn't her real name...?

"Uhm, Pamela... can I ask you something?" You ask, almost mumble, scared that just talking will cause her to lash out again.

"... Go ahead, sprout." She crosses her arms.

"Why do you want to help me?" It was quite strange. Villains with the ability to fight Batman were taking you in when everything else seemed lost.

She gives you a soft smile, "I'm only doing it for Harley."

"Really...?" You seemed a little confused.

"Yup..." Pamela sat down on the couch right by the rocking chair you were sitting in. "Can I tell you something? You just have to promise not to tell Harley I told you this."

"Of course.." You lean in a bit, like she was about to tell you a deep dark secret.

"... Harley has always wanted to be a mom." She smiles, her words soft and full of fondness. "When she was a doctor, she just wanted to help people. The only reason she ever feel for the lunatic clown is cause she was so invested in helping him that she became obsessed... Harley was born to care for people. And a kid? She can put all her love and attention into a kid."

... That made sense. Why she was eager to take you in, why she held you close when she saw you all alone... it's cause she cared.

Speaking of the devil, Harley's head popped into the doorway of the living room. "Heyyy, everythin' okay in here...?" She asked, wanting to check in. Seeing it now, it was sweet...

"Of course, my snap dragon, everything is alright." You nod your head as well, which caused Harley to sigh in relief.

"Oh, thank goodness my sweetums are okay!! And gettin' along!!" She came into the living room, coming up to you and giving you a little hug before going to Pamela and giving her a sweet kiss on the lips.

"Oh, how 'bout I make us some breakfast, yeah?" Harley asked excitedly. Before Ivy could say anything, Harley had already ran into the kitchen to put on an apron.

A soft laugh came from Ivy, so much love on her face. "She's a mess. And she can barely cook-" Pamela stood up and offered a welcoming hand to you. "Want to help out, Sprout? The more hands in the kitchen the better."

With a bit of hesitation, you took her hand, standing up and following her into the kitchen...

You never got these moments with your parents. They were always so busy with work, you never got to cook with them, blasting music and singing along. This is nice. A change of pace. It'll take a while to get used to, but it's a welcome surprise.

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The Rogue Child (Pt. 1)

Platonic! Gotham x Teenager! Reader

A/N: I had this idea today and wanted to act upon it cause, you see, I was feeling very silly. This is more of setting the stage for the bigger story. I will not have a schedule, but many many more parts will come with time :3

‼️TW: Family Deaths (parents), surprise adoption, drugging‼️

You've seen your parents thousands of times on Tv...

But tonight was different...

It was their last time on air.

Anyone who lives in Gotham would know Joker. Or, "J" as the locals call him, as if just saying his name would magically make him appear. Now that would be a nightmare. He was horrifying, only wanting destruction. He was like a tornado, causing chaos wherever he goes and destroying anything he touches. But never did you think that disaster would reach you, reach your family.

Your parents worked for Wayne Enterprises. They knew it was wrong, but the money kept you living comfortably. You never thought it'd bring you to where you are now.

You're sat there, nothing but dread filling your system. All of it, Live. The Dark Knight, having to make yet another moral choice by the hands of Joker. Either save a building worth of people, innocent civilians, or save public officials. The "corrupt" newest District Attorney since what happened 3 years ago, the recently elected governor who very obviously rigged the election. A few others who didn't even matter at the moment, cause there they were. Your parents. Tied there, defenseless. And all you could do is watch.

"Now, batsy, you have a choice, haha!! The simple 'Trolley problem', as they call it!" The clown's words ring in your head as you lean closer to the Television in front of you. "You can either save poor, sweet, innocent Gothamites! Or, lose some of Gotham's most notorious public officials!! Oh hahah, please, don't forget!!" Joker reached into his blazer, a wide grin on his face as usual, as he pulls out files from who know where. "Whether they die or not is your choice, Bat. But once the clock hits midnight, every little dirty piece of information on these spoiled, privileged BASTARDS will be spread publicly across Gotham! Either let them die now, or suffer later, batman~!! Toodle-oo~" And with a petty wave of his hand to the camera, the Joker was gone. Now all there is on screen are the hostages.

You got up. You know calling the police wouldn't do anything, you go to your next hope. You run to the window of your home, looking out desperately. Great, the Bat signal!! He should be on the way, Batman always finds a way to fix these things. You stood by the window for a bit until you heard cheers from the TV. You rush back to the couch, only for all hopes to be lost... this wasn't right. One after another, the civilians were saved, freed from the building they had been barricaded in... but no! Who was going to save your parents? Maybe Robin was on his way? Red Hood has to be close by, right? Anyone?

That was when, everything was lost. There was a flash of white from the other camera, then it was disconnected. You could feel a small rumble, a normal occurrence for Gotham, but you knew what this one meant...

They were gone.

You just stood there, paralyzed. Never did you think this is how it'd happen. No goodbyes. No going back. You never thought that the night before would've been your last night with them. Your last time saying goodnight. Last birthdays, last holidays. All of them, no longer could you replace them.

That's when the tears came in. What do you even do in this moment? Your heart beats faster in your body. No one wants to be an orphan, and in Gotham, most of those kids become criminals or just die in the winter! Plus, taking in someone who's almost an adult? No one would want that! Pacing, now you're pacing in thought. No, no, no, no, no. Call the police! No, what would they even do, send you upstate? Last time that happened, those kids were never seen again or talked about. No, this can't be happening. This isn't real. This can't be!!

DENIAL. Grief starts with denial. No, no, no...

11 pm... 12 am... 1 am.... 2 am... hour after hour, you couldn't sleep. You didnt know what you could do. The city was in chaos still, and yet no one had came to your home. They were still probably investigating the crime scene before they investigated homes. So you were stuck, in your tears and fears, balled up on the floor. The crying had tired you out, your eyes slowly closing before an abrupt noise pulls you out of your tiredness.

"Hehe!! Babes, I told ya, this place is toootally fancy-schmancy!!" A female voice that had just entered your home calls out enthusiastically. No, no, no, people? They didn't sound like the cops, but that voice is so familiar...

"My sweet poppy, I don't see why we're here, especially at this time of night..." Another female voice was added, she sounded more calm, a soft voice that could comfort anyone... oh no. You know exactly who these were, and the soft smell of flowers only emphasized it.

"Ya know why, Ivy! We're gonna shove it in J's face that we got here first!!" There was a shaking of what sounded like a can and then spraying on the wall. Were they... doing graffiti?

A loud sigh came from Ivy as you hear her walk around a little. Neither of them had came into the living room thankfully, you needed to think of how to get out of this quickly. But before you sould even move, you heard her voice.

"Uhm, Harley, Darling, you may want to come see this..." None other than Poison Ivy stood in the doorway, looking down on you before turning over her shoulder to talk to Harley. She... didn't seem like she was going to attack though, strangely enough. She seemed concerned, which is strange from such a powerful and feared villain.

You stood up quickly. She was dangerous!! At any moment, she could tie you in vines and take your life! She's done it to so many before, what would make you any different?

Before you could even think about running, a small vine wrapped around your ankle. Tightly. You frantically try to kick it off, but in your attempts, you trip and fall over with a thud. When you look back up, Harley was standing there, next to Ivy. Her eyes sparkle with what looked like... delight?

Quickly, too quickly, Harley rushed up to you. She took you face into her hands, looking it like she was checking if you got hurt. What?

"Oh, you poor thing!! You must've been those rich bozo's kid!!" Harley seemed so worried about you. Why?? She was a villain, a psychopath, she is dangerous!

And yet, her touch was comforting. Its what you needed. A bit of comfort. A little bit of support, someone to help you. Being alone, especially now, was so tiring.

"Oh, sweet pea, what's ya name?" She looked at you with concern, sitting next to you on the floor. Before you could even respond, Ivy butted in.

"Harley, what are you doing? Its just some kid, leave it alone and let's go-" She was quickly cut off.

"No!!!! Don't you see they're all alone?? We gotta help em!!" Harley hugged you close to her body, like a kid begging their parent to keep a puppy. "They're all alone, and they're just a kid! Please, Ivy..." Her last words were pleading. She held onto you so protectively, like a mother. But... why?

After a moment, Ivy sighs and rolls her eyes. "Fine," She says begrudgingly, "but I'm making this easier for both of us, got it?"

Harley nods her head with an excited smile. Wait, what does she mean by that?? You try to scoot away from Ivy coming closer to you, but with the mix of the vine around your ankle and Harley holding you so tightly, you could barely move.

"Oh, quit it, kid. This isn't going to hurt you at all." Ivy states, though her blank expression said otherwise. She knelt down closer to you and opened her hand in front of your face, gently blowing something onto your face. The second you took your next breath, a sudden weight came to your eyes. You felt so tired, despite being scared, you couldn't even stop yourself from falling limp against Harley. The last thing you could hear before fully subcoming to sleep was a simple statement.

"Don't worry, kiddo... We're gonna take good care of ya, k? Better than any of those nasty money bag Wayne workers! I've gotcha now, kiddo... I've gotcha."

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