#arkham joker x reader

[montimer]

I see a lot of people writing joker x nurse!reader. How about

Joker x guard!reader

Gn!reader

Warnings:mention of gun

Imagine ur working in Arkham, as a guard

People warn you about all kinds of villians.

I think he would fall for you if: you are serious but kind

They would take him back injuried. Anyone else would just drag him back to his cell. But you just went over to him, helped him up and walked to a nurse for a first aid kit.

And thats how slowly he became obsessed w/ you

He would go up close and smile at you from his cell.

If you have a gun w/ you, he will joke about it.

He will also talk to you a lot. And i mean a lot. You just give him a smile. But the other guards would probably silence him

When he escapes, he will do anything to find out more about you.

When they take him back again,he'll be happy to see you.

He would tell you how easyly he will escape again. And you start to think that theres no way changing his mind

He would flirt w/ you. "You look beautiful, Y/n" "I wear the same outfit everyday." "I wasn't talking about ur outfit."

He would get really happy to see you. He would literally yell to get ur attention "Y/N, Hi" then he waves until the guards tell him to shut it.

Hes next plan is to escape and to take you w/ him ;))

[strawberrybyers]

being a slut and mentally ill means i’d do really well as a patient in arkham asylum

[k4marina]

too far in || j.r

for that anon that requested this, i like the way you think. ;)

synopsis: just a snippet of your relationship with the joker

warnings: joker (bc he deserves his own warning), sexual/suggestive themes, angst ig, my spelling probably.

fem!reader x joker

you really couldn't pinpoint when or how it started. it's almost as if he'd always been there; by your side in your bed. you knew it was wrong. having these.. relations with gothams most wanted was a sure way of having either gcpd on your front door or batman, and if the time came you hoped it was the former.

tonights no exception either. it's late, way past anyones bedtime. you're in your bed, sleeping after a long day of work when you felt the bed dip. something that always left you mesmerized was how he never made a sound. you'd only know he was there if he wanted it to be known, otherwise he would just blend into the shadows.

no words are exchanged, you don't need too. you both know what he wants and you have not problem giving it to him after all, you want it too.

he slips in you so easily like all the other times. his cut and callused hands sending shivers throughout your body, jagged nails gripping onto your flesh.

his hips are rutting into yours, leaving you breathless. depending on the time of night or on how much energy you both had it was either slow and somewhat meaningful or crude and animalistic, you just couldn't decide which one you'd prefer.

the only sounds he would make would be low groans and pants or the occasional dirty talk or instructions, never being one to make useless chit-chat, "that's it baby, right there," "what a filthy cunt, just taking my cock in" "imagine what people would say if they found out what we were doing."

you on the other hand were left hot and bothered. moaning whenever he'd hit that right spot, whimpering when his nails or sometimes teeth would clamp down on you, whining every time he'd finish and leave you empty.

when you wake up he's never there, but you know that he was by the smears of red and black grease paint on the pillow next to you. you'd push down the hurt you'd feel in your chest. it's okay. it's for the better. anything more or with him and your life is basically ruined.

but you knew, you were far too deep into him.

[jasonsknight3]

Unwanted help

AK jason Todd x sweet waitress reader

Warning: Contains violence, slight gore, aaaaaaand weapons (figured I needed to start putting warnings.)

Gotham had always been a dark place with even darker shadows. A sweetheart like yourself would be swallowed whole, or at least, you should have been. Lucky for you, you’ve only been subjected to unwanted catcalling and unauthorized touches. Most of it happens at your diner job. However, most of the women there waitressing had been there a long time and came to your rescue. Tell them off if you will because unfortunately you are the shiny new toy. Originally you came to Gotham for a college education, and to get away from home. To your dismay you had to drop out. Not because you were dumb or anything it’s just, well, you didn’t have the money. It just didn’t work out. Your life has come to be what it is now. Being stuck in a waitressing job. At least you made good tips and enough money to still live in your apartment.

After a harsh shift you were instructed to lock up the dinner. Which wasn’t supposed to be your job tonight. It required more effort than people would think. Make sure dishes were done, the place was clean, turn off lights, make sure chairs were put up, all the other micro things that added up. As soon as you locked that final glass door you hastily made your way to your bus stop. “No. No, no, no, no!” You cry as you see the bus just pull away from your stop. “Wait!” You shouted running even faster only for your desperation to be ignored. “No.” You weezed as you came to a stop, your hands resting on the top of your knees as you fought to catch your breath. Sitting up you looked around, nothing but an eerily quiet street, dim streetlights, and trash. This could easily become a dangerous situation for you. You weighed your options. Taxi was out of the question, you learned from others not to carry cash on you, you couldn’t go back to the dinner, it was closed and it’s not like anyone could help you there and you boss would tanya Hyde if he saw you sleeping in a booth the next morning, no one you knew was awake at this hour, that left only one option. Walking. Taking a breath you prepare yourself for the journey home clutching your purse close.

Cautious was an understatement of your behavior. Looking around Constantly, jumping at tray cats and trash that crinkled in the light wind of the night. About six minutes into your 15 minute walk an extremely alarming sound of someone crashing on the pavement around an alleyway corner. Shortly after the sound of pained groans followed. Your heart hammered in your chest, should you help? What if it was a trick for kidnapping? Should I just leave? You wandered to yourself. Against better judgment peeking around the alley corner you see a man who was crumpled over on the dirty pavement. The man started to get up on his hands and knees, slightly shaking with a groan. His voice sounded odd. Upon closer inspection you notice this man was wearing a red mask that had a slight glow to it, armor, an interesting jacket, and boots. Along with the gray and black suit was red. Blood. An alarmingly large amount of blood stained his gear. Out of instinct you approach him “sir, I’m here to help. I’ll call-“ a soft clicking sound took your attention to his raised hand that had a gun in it. A small gasp escaped your lips. “Get lost.” The man said the mask does not allow any clear emotion to be heard or recognized. Freezing in place you take a breath and continue to talk to him. “You're hurt, bleeding. I’d hate to leave you like this.” You reasoned. “I don’t need nor want your help. Leave the ambulance out of it too.” An odd request but you didn’t worry too much about it at the moment. “Please, you’ll die if I don’t get you help somehow?” You argued. “Very unlikely.” He was certainly stubborn. ���Well…” you thought for a moment. “At least let me take you somewhere safe so you can patch up.” The man didn’t reply this time but he lowered the gun and then put it in its holster.

Sticking your hand out to him you hoped to encourage him further to accept help. He looked at it for a moment before getting up himself with a small growl. His legs wobble a little, automatically you rush to his aid tryi go to ease his strain. In a split second she shoved you off hard enough you slammed to the brick wall. You couldn't help but cough and wheeze. Singly he knocked the wind out of you. You honestly would have fallen flat on your back had the wall not been there. “Don’t touch me!” He yelled falling in one knee from the entertainment it took to push you that hard. Still leaning on the wall you catch your breath and push through the itching pain you felt on your back from hitting the rough brick wall. “I wasn’t going to hurt you. I promise.” You explained quietly. He mumbled something as he got back up and started to walk out of the alley. “Lead the way.” He demanded. Cautiously you walk up to him. “Okay, I’ll do that.” Glancing at him you ask. “Is it alright if I give you a hand? Just to make sure you don’t fall.” A moment of silence passed before he sighed and lifted his arm which you went under and had it around your shoulder and started taking him to your home.

A fifteen minute walk turned into a longer one but when you made it to your apartment and got inside you sat him down on the couch. “Go get a med kit if you have it.” He wasn’t very nice to be honest . No manners or since of please and thank you. In your bathroom you searched all the cabinets and finally found the med kit. How would he use it, you didn’t have anything in there besides bandaids- Neosporin, Peroxide, and some burn cream that was in a little rectangular bag. Well at least it’s something you reasoned. When you were in the living room there he was, helmet off, top gear off, and his compression shirt off. Nothing but skin. Skin that had scars, some flat, some slightly rose above the rest of the skin, heck, some of them even looked like the shape of barbed wire. As if sensing your presents he looked at you. A fairly masculine face, hooded iceberg blue eyes, his face has major scars. One that crossed from his cheek over the bridge of his nose and up, two on his lips, and a big J on his left cheek. “Well…” he said expectantly. When you got closer you noticed in his hand he had a needle and thread already working on sewing himself up. Setting the box down on the couch next to him you step back and watch. With tactical precision he was patched up within minutes. “Got any pain meds?” His voice was a little gravely and tired. “Yea, I have some.” Again you moved from your spot and headed for your medicine cabinet. Searching through it you found it, some ibuprofen. Turning around you yelp as your eyes are met with the stranger standing dangerously close to you. As soon as he had your attention his hand reached out and held your chin tight as he yanked you close. Eyes wide you stare into his own. “Listen well. You keep this to yourself. You never saw me. You never saw my face. If I ever…catch wind that you spouted out you saw me, I will not hesitate to kill you. I promise I’ll make it slow.” His grip tightened just to emphasize his point. “Got it?” In your lack of responding, he nodded your head for you. “Is that a yes?” You managed a yes through your squished cheeks. “Good.” Taking the medicine he let go and headed to the living room. After a moment you follow suit. He was putting his shirt back on, along with his gear. “Wait- you should rest.” You protest, you hate the thought of him not making it home safe. “I can handle myself, lady.” With that he put on his jacket and helmet. Opening a window he looked at you “don’t forget, you snitch, I’ll find you.” His voice modulated. As quick as he came he was gone. In the silence you just stared at the window questioning everything. There was something different about him. As scary as he was part of you hoped he’d come back.

You brought him to your home, your safe space, a place he would start to visit often and just maybe call it his own.

Got motivated to do a quick sketch, had to hide the hands by cropping the photo…😭

@eva-sparda20

[yandere--stuck]

If you're still taking requests, would you be able to do something again with Arkhamverse Joker?? (Or even Scarecrow, ANYTHING with that skinny lil horror boy please) I love ALL of your Batman work.

Just give me anything, I'm starving for some dark and creepy batvillians.

“Alright, sweetheart, just tell me who did it,” The Joker cooed from behind you, his hands resting at the plush blanket wrapped around your shoulders.

Both you and The Clown stood in front of the maw of the Sionis Steel Mill. You hadn't been outside in so long. The thought of making a run for it flitted through your mind, but you just as quickly discarded it. Joker was holding you pretty tight, but even if you broke free from his grip, presented before you was a line of Joker's men desperate to do anything to gain their boss's favor. And even if you made it through all that, you were smack dab in the middle of Arkham City. If the elements or starvation didn't get to you first, it'd be the other inmates - especially if they had gotten any inkling you might be precious to The Clown Prince of Crime.

Somehow, beyond all odds, you were the most safe in the arms of Gotham's most dangerous criminal.

Even with the multiple layers covering you, the wind cut through you like a blade. You'd been dressed in specially made pajamas the Joker commissioned, layers of winter clothing, and a large blanket he'd wrapped you up in before escorting you outside. And it made looking upon Joker's gang all the more uncomfortable. 

Compared to you, Joker's men wore precious little. Tank tops or sleeveless hoodies, some wearing no top at all, old worn pants, and their very own clown masks. You couldn't see their eyes, but you imagined that behind their masks, they glowered at you. Why wouldn't they hate you? After all, you were why they were freezing out here. Their boss had given them orders to never, under any circumstances, allow any harm to be brought unto you.

And then, Joker found the bruises.

“I don't want to get anyone in trouble,” You insisted, craving your neck to attempt eye contact with The Joker.

“Nobody's in trouble,” The Clown nuzzled you, voice almost a purr. “I just want to know who did it.”

You bit your lip. Something burned and swirled like a whirlpool in your stomach, rising to your chest. “It was my fault. I bumped into something.”

“Darling, it's okay. I'm not mad. Just point ‘em out for me.”

Your lips quivered and you screed your eyes shut. Burying your face in your hands, your whole body shook. You couldn't do this. You didn't want to. Sure, the guy roughed you up, but at least he didn't fucking kill you. And maybe whoever did it was a criminal at best or monster at worst, but you didn't want someone to die at the hands of The Joker because of you. You weren't supposed to be here. You were supposed to be in Gotham proper, living your ordinary life and not in Joker's base. You weren't supposed to be the object of Joker's obsession. You shouldn't have had to be transported around by goons, goons who were already frustrated and pissed as it was, and only exacerbated by their boss’ obsession with you and threatening them if he even thinks they're looking at you.

God, why was this happening to you? You just want to go home! You couldn't even scream, couldn't even cry, not now, not like this-

One hand released its grip on your shoulder to press against your back and brush soothing circles against you.

“Honey, baby, sweetie-darling, there's no reason to be upset!” Joker hushed. “You're not in any trouble. I'm not mad. I just want to know."

Still shaking, you dared to turn and meet the Clown's gaze. Puffing out a cloudy mist in the icy cold air, you ventured, “You promise you're not angry?”

The Joker beamed, holding up a hand. “Scout's honor!”

The both of you stared at each other for a long moment. His pupils were dilated, acidic green eyes nearly swallowed up by his dilated pupils. He stared back at you with utter adoration. 

Really, him being angry would have been less terrifying.

With a shaky exhale, you nodded. Ripping your eyes from him, you surveyed the crowd. The man in question wasn't hard to find. You knew the mask well. Lime green hair, a red clown nose, red, painted-on cuts and marks across the mask.

He was one of the henchmen ordered to transport you from one part of the base to another. You'd been terrified, shaking, near hyperventilating, and scared stiff to the spot. And he had grabbed you tight enough to bruise and shoved you through the halls, the other goons following behind. Just remembering it lit a spark of fear and anger in your gut. And even still, you hesitated to call him out.

Shivering, you slowly raised a finger to point at him, your digit like a death mark.

“Him,” you breathed out.

“Him?” Joker asked, pointing at the same man.

You nodded. You fought the urge to squeeze your eyes closed as The Joker waved him over.

The masked man approached both of you. You couldn't help but lean further into Joker. You tried to convince yourself it was the cold. He stopped a few feet away, but Joker motioned him even closer, until he was almost right on top of you both.

“This true, Bud?” Joker asked.

The masked man held his tongue for a moment. His whole body seemed tense. And if you had to guess, he was likely glaring daggers at you from behind the mask. And then finally, a soft sigh escaped him, body relaxing as he nodded. 

“Yeah, boss,” he admitted. “It was me.”

“And do you have anything to say to my darling here?”

Your breath caught in your throat as the goon turned directly toward you. You tried to keep totally still. Don't flinch. Don't show fear. You could feel his gaze burn into you. And Joker's grip tightened on your shoulder. Maybe reassuringly. Maybe possessively. 

The masked goon paused, simply staring at you, before he gave a lazy nod. “Yeah. ‘M sorry.”

Huh. That wasn't so bad. Turning to look at Joker you saw him nodding. A relieved smile began to bloom onto your face as you turned back to-

The sound of unfolding metal hit your ears. A gloved hand stretched out and yanking through hair. The stumbling forward of a body and. Your eyes widened as Joker grunted, pocket knife sinking into the man's throat.

He held it there for a moment, looking deep into the eyes of the man behind the mask, before wrenching the knife out. Blood spurted from the man’s neck as he gurgle, clutching his throat. Again, Joker struck, plunging deep into the man's neck and ripping it out. Again. Again. Again. And all you could do was watch, eyes the size of dinner plates and mouth agape in horror.

You finally found the ability to move your body again, and you hunkered down, hiding your eyes with your hands and stumbling back as Joker continued his assault. You shivered and shuddered, beginning to cry. You couldn't see it anymore, but you could hear the sounds of the blade meeting flesh, the desperate and violent gurgles of someone drowning in their own blood, the quick and sharp grunts of Joker as he plunged his knife in and out in and out in and out in and out-

You couldn't tell how long it went on, only that at some point, you couldn't hear anything else besides Joker's shaky breathing and the harsh whistling of the wind. Your hands and cheeks stung from cold and tears.

When you dared to uncover your eyes, The Joker was looking back at you. As if he was waiting for you to see - to see your attacker's head barely connected to his neck, near decapitated. The moment he saw the recognition in your eyes, the man's body was dropped like it was nothing.

"But, but," You stuttered, mouth trying to catch up with your mind. "You said, you said you weren't mad?'

"Not at you, darling," he smiled adoringly. "Never at you."

The Joker pocketed his bloody knife and clapped his hands free, addressing his men. “Now, let that be a lesson for all of you,” the clown leaned over to wrap an arm around your shoulder. You quickly cuddled into his hold (but only because of the cold. Only that and nothing more). Joker finished with a grin, “anyone who hurts my darling gets the same.”

Breathing heavily, your eyes surveyed the reactions of the henchmen. For some reason, you felt torn on how you felt about them. Pitied Joker's treatment of them, but was highly aware of their perspective of you being an obstacle, inconvenience, or even enemy-

You nearly jumped as Joker brought you out of thoughts by a kiss to the cheek. You were quickly turned around, The Joker guiding you inside and nuzzling against your cheek.

“You must be so stressed out, dear! C’mon, let's get warmed up inside and watch some cartoons!"

And when you're both inside, curled up together in a mound of blankets and cartoons playing on the screen, you tried to convince yourself tje obly reason you held him back was out of fear and to keep out the cold.

[thesandsofelsweyr]

I'm a firm believer that one of the worst ways to hurt a man is with what he loves. So here are some of the contents of my brain.

Imagine Jason with a little highschool sweetheart, a girlfriend he'd fight for, die for, even.

But then shit gets fucked and he's with the Joker.

And the Joker is one smart bitch, he realizes there's a very easy way to keep him in line, and to make him suffer.

And it's her.

It'd probably be a mix of things that he's done to Jay so he knows exactly how much pain she's in, or stuff reserved just for her that he can't even imagine what she's experiencing.

Joker probably keeps her away for long periods of time just so Jay is being eaten alive by fear of what's happening to her, or if she's just straight up dead.

To make matters worse, under the threat of something far worse for both parties, he makes Jason hurt her too.

So Jason just cries and apologizes and begs for her forgiveness as he drags the scalpel across her skin.

Another heart.

Like the necklace he gave her for Valentine's Day. Like the little doodles he drew onto the notes they'd pass each other in English class.

Because if he's going to carve something into her beautiful, perfect skin it's going to be the shape that encompasses his love.

Thank you for sharing this with me, and for breaking my heart 😘

[redhoodedangel]

Okay, so angsty AK! Jason X reader idea…

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Jason is waiting in his cell, all beaten up, bloody and in agony…

Suddenly, Joker bursts in and tosses a girl to the ground near his feet…

Not just any girl… but Jason’s crush from school… Y/N L/N…

Joker then goes into detail, saying after he disappeared from classes, she organized a search party for him with many fellow students. But she got too close to the truth…

Thus, Joker brought her there…

Cue Jason becoming protective of her and Joker figuring how to take advantage of this new ‘soft spot’…

Cut to moments later, when Joker finishes his daily session, Jason and Y/N are just talking… wondering in fear, what is gonna happen to them next…

(Maybe, a little ending with Arkham Knight! Jason and Y/N being married and have a kid on the way, just to add a crumb of fluff to the angst)

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Edit:

Here are some tags: @fcthots @igotanidea @thesandsofelsweyr @littlebatsimagines @slut4thebroken @jsontoddluvr

[hellojusthereforabit-blog]

Waking up Jason from a nightmare would include:

you would jolt awake when you hear the muffled ramblings, even if you're in the other room

definitely have to approach Jason with caution, no loud noises or sudden movements

he's hypersensitive to sounds at these moments, and will definitely sense if you're approaching him hurriedly

you learned the hard way.

first time you witnesses Jason having nightmares, you underestimated how easy it actually was to jolt him awake

Not being able to sleep through his screams, you had gently laid a hand on his bare shoulder

Jason had you gasping for air and against the bedframe in mere seconds

"Ja-" you had choked, but Jason was long gone

Pupils contracted, he seemed to stare right through you, only squeezing harder

You had thrashed against the wall, but Jason had just pressed your whole body harder against the wall

You woke up in the hospital with Jason nowhere to be found, and it would be another 4 months until you saw him again

Your friendship definitely needed to be built back up after that, from both sides

Now you know not to approach Jason, and definitely not to touch him during a nightmare

The only thing left to use is your voice

"Jason" you whisper melodically from his doorway

The only problem was that Jason would never hear you through his screams

It wasn't this bad every night, really. But then there were nights like these that made you want to say to hell with it and embrace Jason's shaking body in your arms

"Jason!" you try again, unable to keep the building panic from your voice

He finally jolts awake, mid-scream, and he's still shaking when you decide fuck it, and run to him

Instinctively, Jason turns his head away from you, hiding the "J" scar on his cheek. He's bracing himself on the edge of the bed, breathing heavily.

You take the hint and decide to give him space for a few minutes, and you retreat into the kitchen to make Jason some coffee

He doesn't sleep after these kinds of nightmares

He's still gripping the edge of the bed when you emerge from the kitchen with a cup of coffee and his pack of cigarettes

You're not a fan of smoking, and handing a cig to Jason on all other occasions would be a no-go for you, but right now you want nothing more than his comfort

Without saying a word, you place the cup and the pack on the balcony table, plopping down on one of the seats

You start to think that Jason won't come when suddenly he takes a seat right next to you, pops his pack open, and lights a cigarette in a flash

You watch as he sips on his coffee, cigarette still pressed between his fingers, calmly observing the raging night life going on outside

You don't know what to say, and a part of you is reluctant to start any sort of conversation when Jason is in this state anyway, but you still say:

"Nothing like that will ever happen to you again." As if saying it will make it true. But you mean it.

"I'll kill anyone that touches you" you whisper, shaking with anger and sadness at the memories of what Jason had told you had happened

A deep loud noise comes from the man beside you. My God, he's laughing. You didn't think anything you said was remotely funny.

Suddenly, Jason throws a muscular arm over your shoulders

"My little murderer" he muses, voice still sore from the screaming

You and Jason stay like that until the sun rises

[nabiiiiii3]

PLEASEEE STEP ON ME!!😭😭

[zombflesh]

Jason Todd needs a bad bitch who works the grave yard shift at waffle house

[tielwrites]

BAT!DAD finding out Jason’s death.

I was inspired by Neytiri’s rage in ATWOW, like damn that is a parent’s anguish and rage. So for now let’s bask into the grief.

WARNING: ANGST, CHARACTER DEATH, VIOLENCE, and BLOOD.

M/N paces around the living room in the manor, waiting in on the update about Jason’s whereabouts. He tries to will himself to calm down, however his patience is running thin from his worry. Every second that he does not hear anything about his son.

The father deeply sighing, remembering what he saw earlier in the bat cave. Joker’s maniacal laugh blasting from the speakers as he shows a beaten up Jason on the wheelchair.

His face was branded with a ‘J’ on his left cheek, nose dripping with blood. His face black and blue, face streamed down with blood. Making M/N gag at the pool of blood on the floor.

His Jason, his son, tortured and kept down in the chair.

Oh how M/N wanted to grab him from there and free him, holding him and protecting him from this evil bastard of a clown.

But no, all he could do is watch as the villain bashes shadow with a crowbar on his hand, the crack of the bone going around the cave, making M/N’s stomach churn and his chest going tight at the horrid and cruel scene.

“You have one hour batsy!” The Joker says with a manic smile, eyes staring at the camera as if looking at the two parents.

Bruce takes off with his Batmobile to wherever Joker’s whereabouts were. Leaving M/N staring at the screen, now black, his heart pounding fast and ears ringing.

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An hour has passed and M/N is biting at his nails on the couch. No updates yet, the wait is grating on the male, making his stomach churn in worry.

Alfred goes to him, seeing his state, the butler walks towards him stopping a few feet away from the man.

“Would you like some tea Master M/N? It could help you.” Alfred says.

The father looks up at the butler and sighs, willing his heart rate to calm down.

“Yes please Alfred, thank you.”

Alfred nods and goes to the kitchen to prepare the herbal tea. M/N now pulls his knees to his chest to curl into a ball. Trying to calm himself.

It wasn’t until the door slams open, making the father jump from the seat in surprise.

Bruce is here.

M/N races to the front and as he nears the hallway, he comes into a sudden halt. His eyes wide as he stares at the two figures at the entrance.

Bruce carrying Jason in his arms.

Dead.

His sweet boy in his husband’s arms. Bloody and DEAD.

The male raises a shaky hand to cover his mouth in shock and anguish.

“No, no, no, no,” M/N says softly, eyes starting to tear up, “no, Jason, no.”

Bruce still looking down, not daring to look up to see his husband’s grief stricken face.

“No, no, NO! NOOO!” The father screams out as he moves forward to get closer to his husband and son. His boy, who was far too young to be taken from this cruel world. It was as if a part of his heart was ripped off his chest.

“JASON! NOOO, MY SON!” M/N continues to scream as tears started to stream down his cheeks, ears ringing and legs shaking from the sight.

M/N drops to his knees on the ground, Bruce going with him. The father takes Jason from the vigilante’s arms and hugs him close. Bruce lets him as he now stares at his bloodied gloves.

“NO, MY SON. NOT MY SON. GOD WHY. WHY!?” The grieving father continues to scream out, his voice straining.

M/N continues to rock his body, his son close to his chest, his arms tight around the cold, dead body. His shoulder’s shake from his continuous sobs.

Alfred saw the whole scene with shock, as he hears your anguish wails echoing in the corridor.

The butler steels himself and goes to the pair, he kneels down and placed a hand on the crying father, making him turn to the butler.

M/N let’s out a loud wail, as he looks up, his eyes blurry from all the hot tears flowing out of him.

“Master M/N,” Alfred says softly, “we need to bring him to the cave to clean him.”

M/N bawls out more as he presses Jason closer to his body. Not wanting to let go of him. His cheek onto the boy’s hair.

“No, Alfred. Please, don’t take him away.” M/N sobs out as he starts to cough, his throat scratchy from how tight and strained it has become.

Alfred sighs as he turns to the quiet vigilante, still out from the world. Wallowing into himself in his head.

“We must clean his body from the blood Master M/N so Master Jason can finally rest.”

The father shakes his head and grits his teeth.

“You can carry him, I will not take Master Jason from you, we will just need to clean him in the bat cave.”

M/N starts to consider it in his hazy mind, as he tries to calm his cries down. He coughs out as he tries to clear his throat, he turns back to Jason in his arms and bites his lip to not let anymore cries out.

“A-Alright.”

Alfred then stands up straight and waits for M/N to stand up, he then turns to Bruce.

“Master Bruce.” Alfred calls out.

Bruce finally looks up at the butler and sighs out a shaky breath and nods. He turns to his husband and helps him up as Jason stays in M/N’s arms. Bruce looks at his husband’s face, eyes red and swollen, tears staining his cheeks.

Grief has over taken his love.

How could he have let his son die at the hands of his nemesis.

Bruce cups M/N’s cheek and the other looks up at the vigilante with tired and grief filled eyes.

Oh how the world is cruel.

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Hello so here are the things that happened and some headcanons:

Batdad was at the brink of divorcing Bruce when the other refuses to kill Joker when they capture him.

Tensions were high at the manor at all times, it always ends up with a full blown argument between the two.

Dick regularly visiting Batdad to keep him company and to comfort him.

Ever since Jason’s death Batdad has withdrawn to himself, blaming both himself and Bruce for not being able to protect him. To save him.

Bruce letting his rage and vengeance fuel him to keep patrolling at night, sometimes not even coming home to sleep, just to stay at the bat cave just to watch the city.

When Bruce adopts Tim, Batdad at first couldn’t bring himself to welcome the young boy with open arms. Jason’s death still taking a toll on him.

But within time Tim was able to worm his way into Batdad’s heart.

When Batdad found out that Tim was going to be the next Robin. All hell breaks loose in the manor. A screaming match between the two.

“YOU WANT TO LET ANOTHER BOY DIE IN THE HANDS OF THE JOKER!? HAVING ANOTHER BLOOD SPILLED IN YOUR HANDS!?”

“HE WANTED THIS M/N! I NEED HIM TO KEEP THIS CITY SAFE WITH ME.”

After that it strained M/N’s relationship to both Bruce and Tim.

When Jason come’s back as Red Hood from the dead, and you reunite with him by saving Batdad from some villain when you got kidnapped.

After that encounter Batdad would always meet Red Hood at night. Visits him at the enterprises, after the visit it leaves the man feeling as if he was talking to his dead son.

After it was confirmed that Red Hood was Jason from one of their visits. Jason taking off his red helmet, and of course getting an armful of his father. A tearful and sweet reunion.

I’m gonna leave it at that, you can imagine the rest. Thank you for reading hope you enjoyed it.

[montimer]

Joker taking care of his s/o

Warning: injuried reader

Could be any!Joker,gn reader

(I can't find a good gif ahawfxaggraf)

No matter if its a big or a little injury. He will get the first aid kit,and patch you up

If ur fighting and come home bc of that,he will tell you to be more careful and offer to help you. The person won't come out alive

He will understand if it hurts. Even if its just a little scratch. He might be strong,but you're human after all.

He will complain if ur very injuried. Hes very angry,but not at you! He could never be mad at ya. Hes mad at the unworthy people who dared to touch you

He loves to take care of you!

Especially if you talk to him while he helps. Or give him affection. Like,patting his head for example.

He will also help if its not a person,just you being clumsy

He'll give little kisses to where it hurts

"You must be tired darling" so he'll cuddle ya. And won't let you leave. Need anything? No worries, he will get it.

He will always be there to help,he won't ever leave ur side ;))

[littlebatsimagines]

A Friend in Arkham Part 4 (Jason Todd x fem!reader)

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“I knew you were trouble Mr. Todd, I never knew you were this much trouble."

Jason let out a quiet cough of a laugh. “Ms.(L/N) you have no idea." (Y/n) smiled a bit before sighing and looking up at the ceiling. The two sat in silence the only sound being the echoing drips of water from the old pipes. “Do you think he will find you?" (Y/n) finally asked the question that had been stuck in her mindsince seeing the red and yellow suit. “He has to, he always does… I just have to hold out and keep talking"

Officer Boles never returned (Y/n) to her cell and with some fudging of paperwork and some money it was like the girl never existed. While Joker barely touched her, Harley had other plans from doing the girl’s hair to dressing her up, she learned not to mouth off to Harley after a rather severe beating with a bat.

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Hours turned to days and days to months the two only having eachother to keep sane in the darkness of the abandoned wing of the asylum. It was 6 months in when Joker said he invited some guests, rogue after rogue came to have their shot at the captured Robin. First it was Killer Croc, then the Penguin, then Two Face, the hardest ones to watch were Bane and Zsasz, after them came Calendar Man, and finally the worst of them all Scarecrow. Scarecrow was the first one to not only torture Jason but (y/n) too. He noticed how Jason’s blue eyes would briefly flicker to her… that was the first night he ever truly pleaded for it to stop. At the end of the it (y/n) was sobbing and clinging to Jason like her life depended on it and now Joker knew he had a new way to break the Robin farther.

Foot steps echoed through the cold air. “Batman? Is that you?” Jason asked with a small bit of hope still in his voice and (Y/n) slowly picked her head up to look only for her breath to catch in her throat as dapper purple bloody shoes came into view. Joker grabbed her by her hair roughly making her let out a yelp. “Batman’s not coming to save you, Jason…either of you I’m afraid.” he mocked as he leaned down to rip the bag from Jason's head. “He’ll come.” Jason argued making Joker chuckle.

“Screw you!”

“That’s the spirit. You're a real chip off the ol’ Bat block. Not that it’ll do you any good.” Joker taunted as m gestured roughly yanking (Y/n)’s hair. “Why won't you just kill us?" she whimpered making Jason's eyes snap to her. “What? No, no, no,no. I'm not going to kill you, not yet anyway. You're my sidekicks now. Just imagine it! Us out on the streets, starting fights, picking on the weak! Hell! Jason and I could be a regular dynamic duo! Just like Bat’s and that new kid of his.” Joker said excitedly but the last part made (Y/n)’s eyes meet Jason’s. “No, he wouldn't.” Jason mumbled. “So this isn’t Batman then? Weird, the pointy ears are usually a dead giveaway!” Joker teased showing Jason a picture and (Y/n) could see all the hope fade from his eyes. “I didn't want to show you that photo, really I didn't. But, well it was the only way for you to get closure. Now I know this hurts but sometimes you gotta be cruel to be kind.” Joker said before hitting Jason with a crowbar sending him back into the darkness. (Y/n) whined as she reached for Jason making Joker let out a loud laugh. “No no dear you need to stay here, we won't be long.”

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[gothamitelove]

Arkhamverse!Rogues with a lowly grunt that turns out to be a secret badass?

aw shit this is a lot of people!! im gonna go with the main boys + harley quinn, but you just lmk if you want this prompt for anybody else!!

jonathan crane: pleasantly surprised. he'd underestimated you- clearly a mistake. he's very much looking forward to seeing what else you keep hidden (you've been warned).

edward nygma: is kind of insulting about it, as is typical. "you're not as incompetent as i believed you to be! how... unusual." but he will threaten to turn you loose on anybody who threatens him. he has faith in your abilities but he'll never say it

harvey dent: two-face will just grin like a maniac and put his arm around your shoulders- "look at that, huh? none of them stood a chance." he's very proud. if it's harvey who's in charge, he just whistles, long and low, and reminds himself not to mess with you. heart eyes all around

jervis tetch: is having great fun with all of this! he'll be talking about you for days. everybody else won't be able to shut him up. you're the best thing since sliced bread, and if you weren't in his good graces before, you sure as shit are now

harley quinn: she's delighted, and shows it. she does a little twirl and claps her hands, excited like a little kid, and probably kisses you on the cheek. "that's amazing!" to the other guys nearby- "listen up, bozos! this is what i expect from all of you!" she showers you with praise and does not let up at all

joker: is impressed, and says so. prepare for some more dangerous jobs, because you're gonna get them now that he knows you won't fuck up. much like scarecrow in that now he's going to poke and prod you to reveal another interesting hidden thing about yourself

victor fries: is quietly impressed. "i didn't know you could do that." will casually start to name-drop you in conversation with others after this. he treats you with more respect now, trusts you with more of his plans, and is more likely to listen to you

oswald cobblepot: insists on keeping you around. you're competent, you're a badass, why wouldn't he want that? although you may have to stop him from making bets on your fights. he's probably more confident in your abilities than you are and talks very loudly about how much better than the other scum you are

[jasonsknight3]

I feel like if jason got into a relationship he would be insecure about his partner leaving/secretly hating him. He would constantly ask if he did things alright, and look at his partner expectantly as if to make sure he's allow to do that. And he can't choose, he always asks his partner because he's afraid of costing the wrong thing. And his partner is like an angel and tries to slowly undo the trauma he's been through

Okay, I didn’t realize this was in my ask box and I’m am so sorry it took so long to respond. I’m still fairly new to this and trying to figure it out. 😭

however, I completely agree depending on the Jason and where you are at in the relationship with him. He would be so scared to hurt you because he knows he’s scary, he knows he is aggressive. He would hate to be the reason of hate. He would hate to be the reason you left because that would just confirm his biggest insecurity that he is unlovable. Like I said in my AK Jay headcanons one. It takes sweet heart with patience and soft hands to help him through his trauma. To work it out. To make him realize, he is lovable.

[yandere--stuck]

i saw rqs are open and im curious if you’d write more yan joker? i dont have any specific ideas in mind, i just rlly love how you write him ^^

I hope this is to your liking! ^^

Can be any Joker but I leaned a bit towards Arkhamverse!Joker

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Moonlight poured in through the barred window of Joker's cell like how sight managed to slip through shaky fingers covering one's face. Joker had huddled himself into the corner closest to his bed where the most light was shed. He made swift, smooth motions with his arms, fingers flecked with red chalk dust.

He wasn't sure who had originally smuggled it in, not that it really mattered, but it had changed hands enough for The Joker to borrow (read: steal) it from Jervis. His cell was far too drab and colorless! He was sure ol' Jervy would understand. Being in this place really could make one go mad.

With a groan, the Clown Prince of Crime straightened up his back. It gave a few loud cracks and the man heaved a heavy sigh. This cell was far too cramped! It was an outrage! An outrage, he said! Two feet wide, and even then the bed took up most of the space, and what? Just barely over seven feet? Hell, his own bed was barely enough to fit him.

Not that he exactly had room to complain. He knew full well that, in the eyes of many, what he's done - and will continue to do - was beyond redemption. But, they still stuck him in this place to 'help' him. No space to move, barely any time outside, shitty food… So much for humane treatment.

It was funny. A smile rose to his lips. It was so, so funny. You'd laugh about it, he was sure. You always got the joke. 

He turned his attention back to his drawings. Big, gaping smiles, batmen made of blobs of red, harlequins with big hammers.

Joker's heart gave a twinge. He wondered how Harley was doing. It had been a long time since they allowed them to stay in the same cell block, so his nights had become a lot more quiet. A lot lonelier.

But among the other drawings that decorated his walls was a more consistent figure, consistent name. Doodled with hearts around them or drawings of clowns with heart eyes to the side. 

More than he wished for a bigger cell or Harley or Bats or a sudden explosion that caused hundreds of inmates to pour out and wreak havoc upon Gotham, Joker wished for you.

Joker sat back against his bed, knees tucked against his chest and back against the hard, rough walls of his cell. He slipped the chalk underneath his pillow and wiped the remaining red on his jumpsuit. 

Looking up, he watched as a cloud stretched over the sky, suffocating the moon and blotting out the sky, plunging his cell into darkness. A nervous, shaky feeling filled the Clown's chest. It was so quiet and so dark. Nothing for him to see, hear, nothing for his mind to clutch onto and distract him.

And most importantly, no you. Light of his life, treasure of his soul, oh, how awful they were for separating you from him. Not that that would stop him in the long run, of course, but it still hurt! Oh, where was he without you? And more importantly, where were you without him? Sure, he had his men observe you from the shadows, but they were idiots! They didn't know you like he did!

... Suddenly, a thought flitted into his mind and another smile graced his lips. It'd been some time since he last graced Arkham with a serenade.

"This song goes out to a special someone out there," The Joker giggled to himself. Laying his head against the wall of his cell, he began to croon, "Where, oh where, has my darling gone? Where, oh, where could they be?"

Memories of you flashed through his mind, making his grin grow and grow until his lips were near splitting from how happy you made them.

Green eyes twinkled with delight as the clouds passed overhead, light once again shining down on him. "We make such a great pair, when they laugh without a care…"

You really were magic, weren't you?

"With them, I'm a happier me…" He trailed off, voice soft and expression content.

Filled with warmth at the thought of you , granting him a bit of peace, The Joker laid down and allowed himself some rest. And he hoped that if he dreamed, it'd be of you.