#batman telltale fanfic

[vikki-tikki-tavii]

*Peeks up slowly, whispers* Beaten and bloody Oswald standing bsck up and saying "That all you got, love?" Sorry.

AWWwwwwww mannnn

Oz’s head snaps sharply to the left as his opponent lands an impressive left hook onto his cheek.

The world spins and darkens slightly as he stumbles into the dingy wall of the alleyway in the under city of Essex. He wipes at his nose as he feels what he can only assume to be blood dripping from his nostrils.

He takes the time he has to before his opponent decides to swing again to regain his composure.

And to reflect.

He started as a happy rich kid with loving parents and a best friend who always had his back. He had it all…and in a matter of months it was all ripped away from him. Fast forward years later and here he is. Fighting some brute in the streets of the worst part of the UK, now forced into an involuntary fist fight with a moron and who decided he wanted to back out of the deal.

How did his life come to this? Why did his life come to this?

“Oi! What’s the problem twerp? Can’t han’le one punch? Didn’t think you were that weak. Especially with the reputation you seem to have in these streets. My apologies… If I had known, I would‘ve used my bad hand…”

the bastard mocked with a harsh bark of laughter as he waved his right hand which was missing 2 fingers.

Oz’s whirling thoughts came to a halt as his opponents gruff voice rips through his ears. He clenches his jaw as keywords repeat in his head.

Twerp. Weak. Runt. Loser. Crybaby

A handful of the insults he was called in his youth. Insults he swore didn’t bother him but still managed to tug at the repressed recesses of his mind.

Oz clenched his aching jaw as he slowly straightened up. His opponent chucked as he reared up for another swing.

“A’ight then. Let me see those “boxing skills” I heard so much ab- UGHAA!”

His taunt was cut short by the harsh, guttural scream that ripped through his words.

In split second timing, Oz had lunged at the man, grabbed his left arm, and twisted it harshly in a direction it was definitely not meant to go. The brutes scream didn’t manage to hide the sickening snap that sounded from the injured appendage. A snap Oz felt reverberate through his hands.

The brute found himself gasping for air as the ground seemed to be shoved out from below, effectively knocking the wind out of him. He fought back groans as the man he so foolishly underestimated now stood above him. The slender man crouched down and forcefully shoved his knee into his chest and grabbed his neck with both hands.

If he had trouble finding his breath before, it was very much impossible now.

He gasped and choked. Desperately clawing at the man’s wrists in an attempt to remove the offending abjects from his throat, but his actions were stunned by multiple swift punches to his face.

A wicked smirk stretched across Oz’s lips as the fear and defeat became apparent in the brutes eyes. His favorite thing was catching people off guard. Have them underestimate him so he can show them just how hard he can hit.

Just how strong he his.

Just what he is capable of.

He opened his mouth and leaned closer to the bruised bastard - making a point to speak meticulously so the brute could hear the mocking tone that dripped from every syllable that came out his mouth.

“ ‘s that all you got, love?”

[gabbelart]

Domestic AU with the bois. Also, yes, Telltale x Lego

based drawings on two beautiful oneshots named "Some wishes do come true" and "maybe we are like a family" by hazzaytommo, on AO3. If you like these kind of readings, i highly recommend take a look at it 💓

I also got lil inspired to do some events cus I'm weak for fluff and domestic stuff, sue me.

[clownandout]

[finniestoncrane]

What If I called Riddler Babygirl ?

Babygirl Riddler

Riddler Headcanons ok but what if you did and what if they liked it because they are all very babygirl coded u-u 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: it's suggestive duh

arkham

huh, does that really suit him? i suppose if it means you're going to fuss over him and be over-enthusiastic about everything he does then he could get used to it. you are not allowed, however, to pinch his cheeks or tell him he's cute. he's not cute, he's dangerous, intelligent, tough. maybe at a push you could call him pretty. either way, you can call him your anything as long as you keep listening to him drone on about how great he is

young justice

yep. babygirl for sure. he is literally the sweetest little thing. you know it and he knows it. just makes sense for that to be his nickname. and he'll gladly live up to it. you want a simpering little bean to watch you with big, wet eyes, who hangs on your every word and who literally whines in desperation for you, you got it. all wrapped up in a little green bow

twojar

sure thing. hey, whatever comes out in the heat of the moment he's willing to roll with it. i doubt he'd be above dressing up very cute for you. lingerie, heels even, pretty lipstick? he might even be very into that. plus, he feels that servitude is owed to him. he should be waited on and cared for and fussed over, so babygirl-ify him all you want

dano

look you made him blush! he's definitely not going to turn down a nickname, especially one that you say with such joy in your voice. he likes being cute, just a little guy, having his hair tousled as he's doing his stream or planning his silly revenge crimes. nothing makes him happier than being someone's something. the sense of belonging is everything to him

capullo

no no no you're his babygirl. he's not anyone's anything, he's the riddler. he's the biggest, baddest, meanest, coolest, smartest, prettiest ever and no one better call him baby anything. but if you wanted to call him daddy, or boss, or sir, or master, or the riddler, or mr. nygma then go right ahead. nothing like a good stroke of his ego, or a stroke of any other appendages as you see fit

telltale

he is a grown man, but sure. if you want to call him babygirl, go for it. he's beyond arguing over things like this. anything to make his life easier and less stressful. and if it shuts you up and keeps you placated, all the better. hell he'd even stick a bow on his head and put on a cute skirt if it'll keep you out of his hair. it was a figure of speech! are you really into that?

gotham

roger dodger, he will take the nickname and run with it. look at that dumb little smile. he's not walking around looking that soft and that silly and not being someone's babygirl. it was just a matter of time before someone snapped him up. now quick, make him some tea and pet him on the head, maybe even pinch his little cheeks too just for good measure

unburied

damn straight he is, and you better start treating him like it. he should be revered, worshipped like the adorable little god he is. pandered to, catered to, and on the receiving end of a blow job whenever he snaps his fingers. don't look at him like that, he's just a little guy, total babygirl material, look at him batting his eyelashes you can't stay mad at him

[fractualized]

rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words

I got tagged by @mystrothedefender. Thank yooooou! Unsurprisingly, my results are all for Telltale Batman except one.

most hits: Another Version of the Truth (John Doe/Bruce Wayne) - Oh, yeah, I've long been aware this is my most popular fic. What if in The Enemy Within, hijinks led to Bruce getting amnesia when he joined the Pact and John suddenly found himself with a boyfriend? If that sounds fun to you, then read this very indulgent fic I started writing to expel the silliest and fluffiest feelings that didn't belong other fic. (Though inevitably Actual Plot seeps in).

second most kudos: Attitude Adjustment (John Doe/Bruce Wayne) - Wrote this one when I had the wherewithal to do fic requests. (Maybe again some day!) Someone asked for John to meet the Justice League, and naturally I used that scenario to undermine Batman's very serious persona. And then I ended up writing a sequel in which John undermines Lex Luthor. He's very versatile.

third most comments: On the Mend (John Doe/Bruce Wayne) - Part one of my effort to get John back out of Arkham after the events of the game, not in a realistic way necessarily, but in an earned, comic-book type way. It also starts a slow burn of John and Bruce admitting they are in love, dang it. I recently finished editing this one, and I think it reads more smoothly now.

fourth most bookmarks: Backstitch (John Doe/Bruce Wayne) - In this sequel to On the Mend, John is back living in the city and figuring out what to do with his life, but this time he's got some real pals to offer support beyond Bruce's, and eventually the build-up between him and Bruce pays off— uh, after they have a big argument. And after a Wayne gala gets attacked. And after a city-wide fight with Lock-Up and his terrorist followers. Editing this one is much bigger job, but it's still my baby and I hope you'll take a look.

fifth most words: Grudge Match (Dick Grayson/Joker) - Ohhhh we got so close to no fics from my alt account making it on this list, but this one made it. If you're interested in a domestic scenario where Dick and Joker act out their frustrations with Bruce by having a sex marathon with each other… here it is!

fewest words: Heads in the Clouds (John Doe/Bruce Wayne) - A fluff piece written for mystrothedefender. I vaguely remember a discord conversation about how batjokes fic shouldn't be barred from involving picnics, so I wrote batjokes with a picnic. I should try that with comics batjokes…

I tag: @distort-opia, @fordarkisthesuede, @dracze, @battybrownboo, @darkpurpledawn

[clementine-writes-things]

Whats your favourite game and movie?

Thank you for asking stickparrot! (Fantastic name, I don't know what it means but those words put together are funny asf)

It's hard for me to pick an all time FAVORITE of anything. So, instead I'll tell you my top 3 favorites of each hehe (in no particular order).

Movies: Fight Club, Black Swan, Lego Batman Movie (one of these things is not like the other!🙈)

Games: Horizon Zero Dawn: Forbidden West (I preferred the second game over the first cuz it was more open world imo), The Walking Dead:Season 4 (my fav in the series), Fallout 4.

<3

[half-dead-writer]

|| Just a man-crush ||

[ John Doe / Joker x masc Reader ]

John is very jealous of you and Harley hanging out. He can't take it anymore.

Accidental confession + dissatisfying ending?

🌈 || John Doe / Joker [Batman: The Telltale Series] 🌈 || ~1k words 🌈 || masculine (& mlm) reader

Can be read as part 2 to this. Mayhaps gonna do a part 3.

Ever since you joined The Pact, John was ecstatic about a new face around.

You laughed at his jokes, even told some of your own, which got him interested in you.

Everything seemed perfect, at least in his mind, until he noticed Harley started taking a liking in you.

You didn't really like Harley though.

Still, you tried to at least be politely nice to her. She was running this place, so you didn't wanna get onto her bad side.

John partially knew that, but some other part of him was jealous.

He tried to explain to himself it was just his delusions and even tried to ask you about it - to which you responded honestly of course - but it still wasn't enough to convince him.

Whenever he saw you two, he had this indescribable feeling inside.

He was really torn, he valued you as his friend, but seeing you around Harley just broke his heart.

You were just so perfect- Of course Harley would prefer you over him.

He didn't want you to notice, but his behavior did change slightly as the feelings got the best of him.

He was more irritable at the mere mention of you going somewhere with her.

Even if you two were having a good time, the thought of you and Harley crept into his head and didn't wanna let go.

And one day he just snapped.

"Dammit, Y/N, stop lying to me!" He shouted while clenching his fists, catching you off guard.

"...Lying? John, I don't even like Harley that much." You tried to calm him down, but he seemed adamant in his opinion. "And you know that-"

"Well- Yes- Yes, I know! But- I just got this- feeling, I can't get rid of it!" He seemed desperate for any kind of solution in this situation. He really didn't wanna feel that way towards you.

You sighed calmly, still patient and ready to help your friend. "What are you feeling exactly, John?"

His breathing hitched slightly but he managed to compose himself.

You two were sitting in his room, and even though emotions got the best of him, he didn't want Harley to hear what's going on.

Which was especially hard with the place being practically out in the open, due to the big empty windows in his room.

"I know you don't like Harley, yes, you told me that- But for some reason, I have a voice in my head telling me... that something's wrong." He admitted after a while, looking at you like a lost puppy.

You stayed quiet for a moment, contemplating what to say.

"I mean- Look at you." He stared you up and down, making you feel a bit weird inside. "I know what Harley sees in you."

You took another moment, running out of options on how to convince your friend that you're really, really not interested in her.

"Uh... John." You decided to finally say something that would probably change his mind.

He looked at you intently, hoping you'd have some sort of definitive proof.

You didn't really have a reason to say anything like that before, so you held off from that, but it seemed now was the right time to confess.

"I'm- Generally not interested in women."

John blinked at you once, then twice. Processing the info.

He stayed silent for a brief second, making you wonder what was going through his mind in that moment.

But John was quick to tell you.

"Well..." His tone was different. Not negative, but... slightly confused. "That changes things... But actually- Not really."

You weren't afraid of him treating you differently after that confession, John seemed like the most accepting person ever. But you were a bit unsure of what John was getting at.

You tilted your head slightly, waiting for him to continue.

"I- I do feel different now." He admitted, not taking his sight away from you. "But there's still something there..."

"Uh... What is it, then?" You patiently asked.

He tried to pick his words carefully, still figuring out himself what he had on his mind.

"I'm not mad at you, that's for sure now." He figured that out.

"But..." He looked at the floor now in deep thought. "I'd be kinda mad if Harley were to talk to you?"

You weren't sure if the idea in your head was correct, but John seemed to be even more confused than you.

"...You're saying... You don't want Harley to hang around me."

"Yes, that's exactly what I said." He nodded, still unsure what you were getting at.

You felt a bit- flattered, even if it probably wasn't John's intention. But the possibility still haunted your thoughts.

"Uh... John, do you..." You started a bit awkwardly, nervous if you totally misread the situation. "Like me?"

"Of course I like you Y/N! We're like, best friends, right?" He grinned with an innocent expression on his face, which only made you even more nervous.

You awkwardly cleared your throat.

"Um, yeah- But- Do you like me... More than Harley?" You cautiously yet calmly asked.

That shut him up for a longer second, forcing him to really think about it.

"That's..." He once again put a thoughtful expression. "A possibility."

You weren't even sure if John was aware of how much of an effect he had on you, which only added to the feeling.

Did he like you? Or was it just his possessiveness over Harley?

"Well, we know you like me more than Harley, right?" He tried to light up the mood.

"Of- Of course." You responded, unsure to which direction he was getting at.

"Hm... It's true I've been thinking about you two a lot recently." He kept on with the subject. "But I've been convinced it's just been my jealousy over Harls."

You stayed quiet, letting him talk, although in your mind there's been a lot of thoughts now.

He then let out an ambiguous chuckle.

"Look at that, I've just been jealous over my best pal!" He finally concluded. "Well, glad we established that."

He then got up from his bed to give you an unexpected hug.

"Thanks for the help!"

You froze for a moment there, but you didn't want him to feel pushed away, so you gently patted his back.

"Um, you're welcome."

"Well, I think I gotta talk to Harley now. So- See ya!" And so, he stormed off, leaving you in his own room, confused.

...Was he aware he just confessed? He will always remain a mystery to you.

[celestialnxva]

The Countryside

༄ A chapter of the 'Hiraya' Series.

Batfamily x Reader

Summary: When Bruce Wayne and his family are forced to flee to the countryside after Riddler rallies angry and violent Gothamites to risk their safety and security, the family’s host teaches them a new way of life that truly changes their life.

Tags: pure fluff. some angst. this is so soft, I’m telling you. 😭

WC: 7k+ words

A/n: loosely based off of telltale batman plot line, just with the addition of the Batfamily and the Justice League. Also, reader and Bruce are around 40-50 years old because old love is the sweetest love.

batman/hiraya series masterlist. | main masterlist.

“You can’t be serious, Alfred!”

If Bruce hadn’t felt the warmth from the coffee spilling on his shirt after Alfred uttered those words, he would have thought that he was just hallucinating. Unfortunately, Alfred did not waver or disappear like a hallucination.

“This isn’t just about you anymore, Master Bruce,” Alfred continued, despite Bruce’s outburst. “You know how the people of Gotham are when they targeted their hate towards you in the past. You barely got out of that controversy alive!” He exclaimed. Before Bruce could object to this conversation and leave, Alfred stepped forward and gave him a stern look. That gaze was Bruce’s cue to just shut up and listen.

Alfred sighed frustratedly. “Like I said, Master Bruce, this isn’t about you anymore. This about your family. Tim reported to me yesterday that people in his class have started to bully and target him, and I wouldn’t be surprised if the other children who are currently enrolled in school are going through the exact same thing.”

He paused and reached out to touch his son’s arm comfortingly when Bruce visibly deflated helplessly from his words. He knew the children told him not to tell their Father, but he needed to express his concerns for their safety. Most importantly, Bruce needed to understand that family comes first, no matter what.

Even if it means he has to step down from the Batman mantle for a long time.

“Bruce,” he said softly, which caused said man to look up at his father figure with grief and fear in his eyes. Alfred knew that, somewhere in Bruce’s heart, he was capable of leaving Batman behind if the situation arose that threatened the safety of his family. Seeing his expression of fear and paternal protectiveness for his children only emphasized to Alfred how much he needed to get Bruce and the children out of Gotham.

“What do I do, Alfred?” Bruce asked quietly, as his head tilted downward dejectedly. It was not often when Bruce would be vulnerable and ask for help from Alfred like this, but he needed guidance from the one person that has always taken care of him. As he said this, the butler was relieved to see that his son is willing to hear his suggestions, at least.

“You should get out of here, Bruce. You need to stay away from Gotham until we can find a way to both clear your name and prove that the Riddler’s propaganda against you is wrong. You need to be in a safe and quiet place in order to figure out what his next plan of attack is,” Alfred explained to him. He already made preparations as to where they would live. Since Bruce was not a man who often left Gotham, he did not have many places to stay at. Despite Bruce's reservations about leaving Gotham, it was up to Bruce to make the decision to carry the plan out. Seeing Bruce’s face morph from helplessness and defeat into one of weak determination was worth all the stress he had to go through in these past few days under controversy.

Bruce hugged Alfred without another word, feeling the need to comfort the elder man before their separation. It wasn’t easy for him to be separated from Alfred too, but he couldn’t imagine how terrified his father figure must be after being willing to stay in Gotham to protect the manor– their home– with only Tiffany by his side. He was only slightly reassured by the fact Alfred had a plan; he always did. However, what worried Bruce was how long he would have to stay away from Gotham; and most importantly, he was worried about how he was going to tell Gordon that Batman would be leaving for an indefinite amount of time.

“What should I do about Gordon?”

“Perhaps we don’t have to say anything at all,” Alfred quickly answered, already prepared for any objections Bruce might tell him. He knew this would be one of them. “When you come back, simply tell him that Batman had been captured by the Joker. With how deranged that clown is, I’m sure that if Gordon asked him, he would just say yes.”

Bruce stuck his lip out in thought, unsure of the excuse Alfred proposed of. He looked up at him so he could speak to him properly. “Not sure about that one, Al. We should probably say something to Gordon, so he won't get suspicious. Usually, I wouldn't hesitate to go to Gordon and tell him myself, but I don’t want to risk going out another night as Batman; not after being severely injured by Bane. So, I’ll have to settle for calling Gordon and letting him know that Batman was forced to leave for a Justice League mission. Clark already knows about what’s going on with us, so I’m sure that he could get the rest of the team in on the lie,” Bruce reasoned patiently.

Well, that was certainly a better reason than what Alfred thought of. Alfred was glad that Bruce could think a bit clearer than he could right now.

Seeing Alfred’s eyes soften in agreement and relief, Bruce rested his hand on Alfred’s shoulder comfortingly. “Alright,” he said more confidently this time. “We’ll pack our things. Get Gordon on the line and send me information about where we’re going to live.”

He didn’t feel good about leaving Gotham City completely unprotected, but this was the only way. The other members of the Justice League are practically another galaxy away from Earth, so asking them to protect Gotham was completely out of the picture. Dick and Jason could come back to Gotham, but Bruce specifically instructed them a few days ago to stay away from there, as he did not want them to be victims to Riddler’s rampage on exposing the identities of vigilantes, as well as the corrupt nobility, too. Riddler was always a tricky adversary, but the chaos he managed to cause in Gotham City and the damage he brought to his family once again was one of the worst situations that he had experienced in a long time. All they could do now is let Riddler win for now and live to fight another day.

Of course, it would be a whole other obstacle to tell his children to leave Gotham City too.

–

“You can’t be serious, Father!” Damian cried out to him after hearing the news. Everyone sitting in the living room turned to Damian after his outburst, then turned back to their father in confusion. They must be dreaming if their Father just suggested to them that they would be moving to the countryside– on the other side of the country, by the way– just because of a tiny controversy.

Of course, none of them would admit how severe the controversy is and how they’ve already experienced threats to their safety as their day personas.

“Alfred and Tiffany’s family will stay here in the Manor to keep themselves and our home protected from the riots; but as long as the public knows we are here, none of us are safe from them or Riddler’s potential attacks on us and our identities,” Bruce explained reasonably to Damian– much to his and the other’s dismay. He was right. People were so close to discovering their vigilante identities with all the negative exposure they are getting from the Riddler’s propaganda.

Bruce stood up and moved towards the back of the couch. He looked down at the top of Tim and Duke’s heads, then reached over to ruffle their hair comfortingly as he spoke. “I’m asking you all to trust me. We can work better in defeating Riddler when we are safe and have no outside distractions to keep us away from our investigation.”

Despite all of their hesitations, they trusted Bruce. He has taken them all under his wing, so they would be moronic to not stick together during this time of public pressure and stress. They all agreed reluctantly, and went into their rooms to pack with the fear that they might not know what to do with themselves without their nighttime activities as vigilantes.

The rest of the day was spent packing and enforcing all protective measures in the Batcave and the Manor. They wanted to make sure that no one could get in or out of these places during their time away. They were confident that Tiffany and Alfred would be safe inside and help the investigation from the Manor. By the time they were all needed to make their way to Bruce’s private jet, it was nighttime, a perfect time to drive in Gotham City without anyone knowing they’re there.

What came next was all a blur for the Wayne children. At one point they were hugging Tiffany and Alfred goodbye at the Manor and the next, they were watching the jet take off through the windows. Despite all the overwhelming stress and panic they all had been through, everyone was all able to sleep peacefully throughout the trip; all except for one person.

Tracing the edges of the aging polaroid picture slowly with his thumb, Bruce stared down at the two happy people within it. His eyes held swirling depths of sadness as he lost himself in old memories he had tried to forget about for many years for the rest of the night.

—

By the time he finally felt sleepy, he was jolted awake by his youngest son.

“Father, wake up. Dick and Jason actually came here to pick us up,” he said, trying to hide his excitement. He was always happy to see his older brothers, and he was glad that Alfred flew them out here several days earlier (at least, according to what Jason explained to his siblings when they got off the jet).

Bruce, groggy from his lack of sleep, rubbed his eyes and patted the top of his son’s head reassuringly before he silently followed his family out of the jet. Beyond relieved that Jason and Dick were here with him, he could only thank Alfred for taking care of him and his children at all times. He made his way towards Dick and Jason’s rented cars. Seeing as all of Bruce’s vehicle technology was left behind in Gotham, they would have to take two different cars. The family was big, after all.

Dick was the first to greet Bruce, giving his father figure a friendly smile and a pat on the shoulder. ‘Good to see you, Bruce,’ was all he said before he helped him and some of his siblings into his car. Finally, when everyone was ready to go, Dick instructed Jason to follow him back to where they had been staying for the past few days.

During the long ride, the Wayne family admired the unfamiliar sight of luscious greenery and nature flowing beautifully under the soft sunrise and windy breeze. While everyone in Dick’s car were either sleeping or looking out the window at the beautiful scenery, Bruce was fiddling with his fingers nervously in his seat. Dick, ever the observant one, noticed this and looked over at his father with concern.

“You okay, Bruce?” he asked softly, not wanting to ruin the peace and quiet inside the car. Hearing his name, Bruce looked at Dick with tired eyes. “Yes,” he quickly answered before he turned away to look out the window. Dick sighed, knowing that he would get nowhere in asking his father to open up to him at all, so he continued driving towards the cottage.

When the open fields turned into tall trees smothering their view of the sun, Dick decided to speak up.

“I know we’re all used to being in the city, so it might be hard for some of us to adjust to the countryside,” he explained gently. He eyed Tim and Damian in the back when he caught their defeated sighs and tried his best to continue reassuring his family. “Don’t worry. We’ll be safe here. We’re in good hands. They know about our identities as vigilantes, so they’ve given us some space in the house to do our work. If we work hard, we'll be back in Gotham in no time.”

Despite his efforts, his siblings and his own father did not feel any less on edge than they were before. Dick sighed defeatedly and just continued to drive in silence.

When he finally reached the cottage, he parked carefully on the side of the dirt road; he also left room for Jason to park as well. Tim reached over to tap Dick in the shoulder.

“Where is the house? All I see are lots of trees and dirt?”

Dick chuckled in amusement at his question and just got out of the car, leaving him and the others completely in the dark as to where they were and what their new house looked like.

Duke and Tim helped Dick unload all the luggages in Jason’s car while Damian made his way towards Jason and his other siblings, leaving Bruce alone to stare off in the distance, his hand fiddling with the old photo in his pocket. To say he was nervous was a complete understatement. When Alfred gave him the location, he was not expecting it to be the home of the last person that wanted to see him. Or, at least he thought that was the case; yet, he was here, so close to this person, but so far. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to see you. He wasn’t sure if he would ever be ready to see you. All he could hope for is you won’t be too distracting for him while he works to solve Riddler’s plan.

Jason was the one to pull Bruce out of his thoughts when he nudged his arm while he passed by with groceries in his hand. Bruce braced himself and followed the rest of his family towards the scenic path towards the cottage in the distance.

“Since when did you eat fruits and vegetables?” Damian said to his brother mockingly, his eyes fixated on the grocery bag. Jason rolled his eyes at his brother and gently nudged him to the side using his hips. Damian protested dramatically and hip-checked him back. Jason reached down to ruffle Damian’s hair playfully.

“Fruits and vegetables aren’t the only things sold at a farmer’s market, idiot,” Jason snorted out with a laugh. Duke caught up with them with an excited smile on his face.

“I, for one, am really excited about being here! It’s like we’re having a family vacation, for once! I mean, did you see how gorgeous all of the trees and flowers are here?” he exclaimed enthusiastically, doing so with a chipper skip to his step.

Tim’s stomach rumbled and he sighed defeatedly. “I just hope that this house has some coffee. I really need to drink some ASAP, or else I’ll actually crumble into ashes and d–”

“Tim, can’t you just deal with not having coffee for five more minutes?” Dick groaned out tiredly. Damian poked Tim’s side, causing the protesting teen to yelp and immediately stop his complaining.

Everyone was so busy bickering amongst themselves that they did not realize they were already at the front gates of the cottage. Dick was the one to tell them to stop bickering and be on their best behavior before they made it to the front door. Out of respect to their mysterious host, Bruce witnessed the miraculous sight of his children all obeying Dick the first time and staying silent. He smiled fondly at their respectful behaviors and walked faster to finally catch up with the rest of his family.

When they finally made it to the ornate, wooden door, Dick stopped and put down some of the luggage he was carrying to knock on the door. It took a while for anyone or anything to respond before they all saw the two swirlings circles carved onto the door starting to on its own. Dick and Jason stayed unfazed while the others started to freak out.

“What the hell is the door doing?” Duke said worriedly.

Before Jason could explain, the door opened wide open and the wooden flooring they all stood on all flicked up progressively; the action causing the entire family to slide into the house all at once. Once they were fully inside, the door seemed to groan shut behind them. Duke was clinging onto Cassandra while the others huddled close to each other. No one spoke until Dick grinned at his siblings.

“Magical house. Cool, huh?”

Leave it to Dick to be lighthearted during their state of panic.

They suddenly heard a distant cry and creaking of wheels against the wooden floor grow nearer to them. They put their guards up (just in case the person is an enemy), but they were instead met with a mysterious person on a wheelchair, dressed in country clothes decorated with different beads and jewelry they could guess to be made up of crystals, herbs and spices. The apron they were wearing was splattered with flour and a purple stain that they definitely did not want to know where it came from. They squeaked as a floating broom wacked the stranger's wheelchair slightly towards where their guests stood.

“Would you get off my back? I was busy putting down the apple slices to the pie and–!”

Their eyes made eye contact with the now stunned family and the awkward tension in the room increased ten-fold.

The host shooed the broom away and fixed their attire as much as they could. They smiled lopsidedly and clasped their hands with cheerful glee.

“Welcome! I was going to greet you at the door personally, but the house,” you paused and glared at the moving tiles. The tiles stopped moving and you looked back at them with an apologetic smile. “The house clearly had different plans.” And with that, you wasted no time and wheeled yourself over to greet them.

“My name is (Y/n). Feel free to make yourselves at home! I’ll have the house show you to your rooms and you can explore the house after you get yourselves situated,” you said kindly. Seeing your kind and endearing gestures allowed them to relax their guarded stances and smile back at you. When you saw the excitement in the children’s eyes at the idea of your magical house, your smile morphed to a more playful grin.

“Go on! Off you go!” you exclaimed before you snapped your fingers authoritatively. By your instruction, the floors underneath the newly arrived children shifted underneath them. One by one, they all were whisked away up the grand stairs and towards their rooms, all supported by various furniture or their own luggages. Bruce, worried as always, made sure that none of his children fell or got hurt in the magical experience. He only shifted his attention towards the scene in front of him when Jason started to speak.

“Hey, I got you the spices you wanted,” he said casually while patting the grocery bag in his arms. “They weren’t easy to buy, like you said, but you’re lucky that I’m a pretty charming guy.” He grinned. “I got the spices for half the price you thought it would be.” Dick rolled his eyes and just let his brother make his way towards the kitchen. You thanked Jason on his way there. When you turned to talk to Dick next, your eyes finally made eye contact with the last guest in your home, and the one person you never thought you would hear from again.

“Bruce…” you trailed off in surprise and froze in place.

His eyes widened when he finally got a good look at you and he froze as well. If he wasn't on edge before, then he certainly is now.

“(Y/n).”

You two stared at each other for a long time. The distance of space between the two of you reawakened lost memories that were both painful and comforting to remember. So much happened between the two of you all those years ago. The man standing before you is completely different than the man you knew before. You understood what you were getting yourself into when you allowed them to stay with you, but that didn’t make it any easier for you to see him again.

What felt like years of silence passed between the two of you were only a few moments of intense silence and tension that did not go unnoticed by Dick. Before he could clear his throat to clear the uncomfortable tension, your frown shifted into more of a fond smile. Slowly you made your way over to him and pulled him down into a tight embrace, taking Bruce by surprise. He was unsure of what to do with his hands that were currently hovering besides the sides of your wheelchair; but you clearly didn’t care. Instead, you leaned back to cup his cheeks.

“It’s so good to see you again, old friend,” you whispered with the same beautiful smile he fell in love with. Even after so long without you and despite the many people he slept with to get rid of memories of you, your touch was just as soft and warm as he has always remembered. It took everything within himself not to lean into your cheek as he spoke hesitantly.

“(Y/n)... I–”

“I know. It’s okay. I forgive you,” you said as your eyes sparkled like the rarest gems irreplaceable by any other; rare as the affection and care that he could ever experience in his lifetime. Because of that, he softened his grieving eyes at you and suddenly embraced you as tight as you had done before.

“Then, it's good to see you too… Briar Rose.”

The childhood nickname made you pull away to look at him with surprise. He only met your gaze with the nostalgic smile he only reserved for you. Seeing that familiar, handsome gaze made you chuckle happily. “I got your favorite pie baking in the oven for you. Why don’t you settle in your room while I finish that up?” you offer sweetly before you pat his cheek lovingly. But before you could pull away, his playful laugh slipped from his mouth as he reached over to take your hand into his own. Your breath stopped in your chest as you watched him caress it tenderly. He looked up at you with a shy smile. “And miss baking with Briar Rose? Not a chance,” he protested with a huff.

You two were so busy catching up that you both completely forgot about Dick standing in the room too; and he was witnessing everything that transpired. Most importantly, he noticed the weird playfulness his father had with you. It’s strange to know that Bruce had a childhood friend, but it made sense now why you were willing to host his large family. He was so stuck in his thoughts that he almost didn’t hear something that made his jaw drop in shock.

“Playful, as always. How I dealt with you all those years ago, I’ll never know, Robin.”

And with that, you both disappeared into the kitchen to catch up, leaving Dick to process what you had just called Bruce.

Robin… His childhood nickname was ‘Robin.’

Stunned with the new information, he ran off to talk to Jason and his siblings about what just happened and speculate with them the truth of their father’s relationship with their mysterious host.

That night, as they ate their first dinner in this magical home, the Wayne children all stared at the friendly interactions between their father figure and their host, faces expressing their bewilderment and horror. Why was their dad smiling so much? It was so weird to see him so relaxed, unguarded. If they didn’t know any better, their father was not the intimidating Batman they knew of. It was just so foreign to them, and it was all because of you.

Who are you to him? In fact, who even are you?

This one interaction had all of them silently agreeing with each other that they needed to observe their father’s interactions with you for the remainder of their time here in the countryside. And so, with determination, they all decided to plan out their plan.

——

1.

Dick and Tim were tasked in observing Bruce and their magical host for today. They had been on call with Alfred and Tiffany with their research for five hours before Bruce declared for everyone to take a break. Updates on the Riddler’s motives during their time away from Gotham had given them many clues, but there wasn't any solid lead yet. Bruce explained to his family that they should get something to eat, but everyone had a speculation as to what Bruce wanted to do during this break. They all looked at Dick and Tim as soon as Bruce left and finally dispersed.

Dick was fixing the broken binoculars while Tim was keeping an eye out for Bruce. They had just situated themselves behind the garden wall where they had a good view of you tending to an apple tree. As Dick concentrated, Tim observed you closely with an amused grin.

“If I didn’t know any better, brother, our host might be straight out of a Disney movie. I mean, didn’t you say that dad called them ‘Briar Rose?’ Like… the Briar Rose from Sleeping Beauty?” He looked down at Dick, who was now staring up at him. Tim furrowed his brows. “All the magic and cottage stuff… I know they’re a witch, but it’s like I’m witnessing a movie right now.”

Dick huffed and stood back up to hand Tim the now repaired binoculars. “I think the lack of excessive technology and coffee withdrawals are getting to your head, brother,” he said, unconvinced. Tim was about to argue back when they both heard dirt crunch under the steady footsteps that were getting closer to where you were in the garden.

“Shit,” Dick whispered before he pulled his brother down to hide. “Get down!”

You were humming a soft tune while harvesting another ripe apple with your magick when you felt another presence behind you. You smiled knowingly and set the apple on the basket you were holding. You waited for Bruce to speak up and sure enough, he cleared his throat nervously. Oh, Bruce.

“I… know that tune,” he said awkwardly before he watched you maneuvered yourself to face him. The breath he had at that moment caught in his throat when he saw your face again. Even though you both have aged over the years, you still look so radiant. Compared to you, he just looked like an old raisin with greying hair and wrinkles.

“It’s the tune we made together, remember?” you reminded him fondly. A long night of talking under the moonlight when you were both twelve turned into an impromptu—though terrible—music writing session. Granted, Bruce just watched you and admired your face while you did all the work, but still.

From your smile, he felt more comfortable to walk up to you and properly talk to you up close. Your heart started to race as he approached and you tried your best to steel your nerves as he did so. “God, that night feels like a lifetime ago, you know,” you added.

He walked over to where you stood and picked an apple from a taller branch and held it in his hand. “Really? I must be getting old then,” he said fondly before he turned his head towards you with that damn cheeky smirk you missed so much. It was the smile that you could never tell if he was flirting with you or just teasing you.

“Though,” he said before he moved the apple closer to his mouth. Leaning in, he was close enough for his breath to fan over your parted lips. God, he was always confusing when he was like this. Your eyes hesitantly met his amused gaze.

“For you, Briar Rose, you look as young as the last time I saw you,” he said cheekily before he began to put the apple in his mouth. Your eyes widened in panic at the sight.

“Wa-Wait, Bruce, don’t—!”

You tried to warn him, but he choked and spat out the chewed piece of apple and the worm along with it. He comically scraped at his tongue with his fingers while he groaned and grumbled in disgust. You winced at the incident, but chuckled regardless at Bruce’s ignorance.

“Blegh, ugh,” he choked out while you rubbed his back soothingly. He internally cursed himself for being too aloof while he made a desperate attempt at flirting with you. Then again, you always were the only person who could make him feel less paranoid than he usually is. And from your amused laughter, he felt a bit proud to make you smile with his stupid antics, just like he always did for you when you were both growing up together.

“Robin,” you said between fits of laughter. “That’s gross. Don’t you know that you have to wash the fruits first before you eat them? You just picked it fresh off the tree, silly,” you scolded playfully, which caused him to smile up at you sheepishly.

“Yeah,” he said hoarsely before he rubbed the back of his neck with embarrassment. “I knew that. I don’t know what I was thinking, Rose.” Despite the embarrassing situation, you both laughed together, before you invited him to pick the rest of the apples with you.

Despite Tim and Dick’s second-hand embarrassment over their father’s behavior, Tim was more surprised at the revelation of Bruce’s nickname. “Wait, wait, Robin? The moniker that dad gives us as his sidekicks?” he hissed out in shock.

Dick did his best to calm down his little brother and gently guided him back to the cottage. “Yeah. If that’s anything to go by, they knew each other since they were little kids, not a few years ago or something,” he reflected. “And,” Tim added. “That means they separated before any of us ever came into the picture.“

“But the question is this,” Dick said before they both turned towards each other and somehow spoke the same thing at the same time:

“What made them separate?”

——

2.

A rather rambunctious dinner resorted from an entire afternoon of cooking together in the kitchen. Though your kitchen was large enough to fit everyone inside, nothing could have prevented the mess of spices and ingredients scattered along the walls and countertops. The house didn’t seem to mind, so Tim’s logical thinking was to make even more of a mess. He was chaotic today, but he only was because he and everyone in the Wayne Family had grown closer to you.

Almost a month in isolation from Gotham City made bonding with you inevitable. Between their father following you around and talking about you often and your constant kindness towards them, how could they not like you and your charming cottage? Even now as they all ate together at the messy dinner table, their eyes lit up in a sense of awe, wonder, and relaxation that they never felt before in Gotham City. Perhaps it was because they were away from any sense of danger or the fast life in Gotham City.

Cass was the first to communicate to the others about wanting to stay here. She was enjoying this forced vacation, but would it be so bad to move away from Gotham and prioritize their happiness? Though she received their typical stern expressions and protests from the others in response to his thoughts, they couldn’t help but ponder on her sentiment. They’ve never felt as happy and so… human and normal than they did here, with you. All they’ve known in their life is crime-fighting. Would it be so bad to finally leave it in the past? The Gotham City Police were still there. Surely, they could understand Batman’s and his sidekicks’ retirement.

There were better ways of helping Gotham City. Bruce Wayne and their societal personas deserved a chance to prove themselves beneficial to Gotham City.

Maybe that’s what this controversy and scandal was all about. Maybe it was a wake-up call for the Wayne Family to experience the regular, civilian life. Maybe it would be a rocky adjustment, but they deserved to grow up as a family who didn’t have to fear of losing each other to some criminal scum in an abandoned alleyway in Gotham.

Of course, none of these thoughts were ever expressed to their father, but they could deduce from his attempts at getting closer to you that he was thinking of the exact same thing.

So as they ate, the family allowed themselves to forget about the Riddler and their controversies of being a corrupt, aristocratic family, and instead enjoy the peacefulness the magical house and their family offered to them. They spent time together with glee and excitement until they all grew exhausted from the chaotic events of the day. That there was their excuse to dismiss themselves, all except for Duke, Jason and Cassandra. For them, they stayed behind to observe Bruce and his childhood friend.

“Well,” you said before burping with satisfaction. “You guys can head to bed. I’ll clean up the messes here.” They immediately all rejected the offer, hoping to help you, but you turned them down politely, giving the excuse that cleaning was relaxing to you. So, with heavy hearts, the trio and Bruce all went upstairs to their rooms. From there, the house grew silent, an indicator that another day had ended.

Once you were done washing the dishes, you made your way outside to rest on the poarch that was overlooking the garden and the forest beyond the garden walls. The full moon is beautiful tonight, and so are you. At least, that’s what it looked like in Bruce’s eyes from his place rested against the frame of the front door.

Before he stood at the door staring at you, Duke, Cass, and Jason went into his room to ask him about something earlier. It was a question he was not expecting them to ask, but he indulged them anyway. The entire night was spent explaining to them who you were to him and why his childhood name ‘Robin’ became the name he fondly called them. ‘It helped me keep a memory of them alive long after they left,’ he said to them. He even mentioned the reason why you left; their thoughts of retiring only increased. They only hoped that Bruce allowed himself to find happiness by pursuing his love for you.

So now he was here, all because of his family’s advice to formally make amends with you.

He watched you from afar, admiring how your face glowed in the moonlight; your posture was elegant, yet lazy and relaxed, and your fingers traced along the ancient book in your hand. After he had admired you long enough, he swallowed nervously and confidently strode towards you.

“What are you reading?” he asked curiously. Startled, your wide eyes shifted towards where your new companion was kneeling down to your eye level beside you. You relaxed, your shoulders slumped to ease some tension in your initial fear and you closed the book. “Oh nothing, just some spells to try out for the tomatoes. They’re not doing too well, but then again, they’re not in season.” He nodded and fell into a comfortable silence with you.

After relishing in the sound of owls hooting and crickets creaking, he spoke up.

“(Y/n), I’m sorry about our argument all those years ago,” he said remorsefully. His half-lidded eyes gazed upon the side of your face with sadness. “You were just looking out for me, and now look at me, having to move out of Gotham just because of my unwillingness to stop being Batman.”

“But now,” he said hesitantly before he paused. Was he ready? Perhaps it was time. He took a deep breath and finally confessed the thought he had been thinking about for the past month with you.

“Now, I think after solving this Riddler situation, I want to retire. Me and the kids… I want us all to leave this vigilante life behind.”

Eyes widening in shock, your stunned expression met his now hopeful ones. He looked serious about this decision, and you couldn’t stop your wide smile from the news.

“Really?” you asked hopefully. Just as you thought, he nodded firmly. Alfred, him, the kids…you; he wanted to prioritize his family and owe up to the mistakes his father made in taking from innocent people in Gotham City once again. He had done it before, but it was clear the people aren't convinced. Now, it was time to put the past behind him and allow himself to experience happiness once again, happiness that he wanted with you.

“I want to move on. Most importantly,” he broke his train of thought to timidly reach out and hold your hands. His eyes softened to one of the hidden affection he had always felt for you since the moment he met you. “I want to move on with you, Briar Rose. I should have done this all those years ago, but I hope I still have a chance to do that with you now.” He started to stroke your knuckles comfortingly, letting you know that this was real.

His Briar Rose, the hope shining through the thorns of his grief and despair in his inability to move on from his parents’ deaths. You, the hope whom he had taken advantage of in the past, but now never again.

This was his way of saying that he loved you. He loved you and wanted to share his family with you.

With happy tears glistening in your eyes, you pulled him into your arms, embracing him tight. Immediately, he wrapped his arms around you and kissed the side of your head lovingly. There will be a time to tell his children of this new development, but for now, he will allow himself to experience this happiness alone with you.

“I love you,” he finally confessed. You leaned back to cup his cheek as he spoke. “I have loved you since the day we met at the park.”

You couldn’t stop the tears from flowing freely down your glowing cheeks as a tearful laugh slipped from your mouth. “I love you too, Robin,” you confessed as well. “Robin, the hope and new beginning that I’ve never regretted having with you.”

With that, you finally leaned in and shared your first and most magical kiss you will remember for the rest of your life.

And little to both of your knowledge, the trio of his children retreated to their rooms with a knowing and relieved smile, knowing that their family just expanded with one extra member. Another parent.

Now, their family was complete.

—

When Riddler’s plan had been fully discovered (a methodical and supposedly fool-proof plan to kill all rich families in Gotham with the help of his Rogues Gallery and the angry Gothamites' desire for revenge and a sense of equality and remodeling that Gotham desperately needed), the family reluctantly flew back to Gotham. Despite all their convincing to go with them, you were happy here in the countryside. It was hard on all of them, especially after Bruce told them that he wanted you to be part of the family, but they promised to come back to you after they defeated Riddler.

And just as soon as they came, they left.

To Gotham’s surprise, it was Bruce Wayne and his family that asked for a public appearance; and even allowed all news sources to attend too. The turnout of this press release was shockingly the most attended event in Gotham history. To Riddler’s dismay, Bruce Wayne publicly confirmed all accusations against his father, Thomas Wayne, once again and declared that he and his family were dedicated to using their money and resources to give back to the community even more than before.

“Our family promises to be there for Gotham more. It is the least you all deserve,” he declared confidently. “I will make sure I’ll be more present for you all, and I will willingly make myself open and available to all concerned citizens who wish for my assistance and help.”

He looked at the camera of one of the news reporters present, hoping you would be able to see this. This was all for you. He smiled softly and continued. “I thank the Riddler for giving us a wake-up call on our duties to this city. With this, I promise that our family will work as hard as we can to make Gotham a better and more equitable city that I know it can be.”

After answering any leftover critiques and burning answers, he had single-handedly turned the tables against Riddler and made him a public enemy in Gotham’s eyes, especially after Gordon soon after released public information on Riddler’s hypocritical plan to take over Gotham and collect all power for himself. Just like that, the police had finally put Riddler into Arkham Asylum; not the masked vigilante and his family, but the police.

As soon as Batman and his family asked to meet up with Gordon on the rooftop, Gordon already knew what Batman’s previous absence meant. It was obvious now that Bruce was Batman, but he had no reason to tell a soul about it. Not everyone was blessed enough to be as smart as him (a sentiment that Gordon finds himself chuckling at). It was the least he could do after hearing the unfortunate news of Batman finally retiring.

“It’s a shame to lose you, but after that rousing speech you gave earlier, I’d say that we don’t gotta worry about these crime rates soon,” he said to his masked friend. Bruce smiled and reached out to rest his hand on Gordon’s shoulder while Dick stood behind him happily. “Thanks for taking care of Gotham for all these years,” Gordon said, unable to hide the emotion in his tone. He smiled fondly at the group of vigilantes in front of him and tilted his head to the side affectionately. “Stay outta trouble, alright? Allow yourselves to be happy, for once.”

And with that, Bruce let go of Gordon’s shoulder and started to walk away.

But before Gordon could stop himself, he called out to him and asked him the burning question he had been wanting to ask him.

“Who’s the lucky person, Bruce? The one who convinced you to retire?”

Bruce whipped his head back at him in surprise. How Gordon concluded that so accurately, he would never know. Nonetheless, he shrugged playfully. “My childhood friend, Gordon. My future spouse,” he replied, allowing himself a moment of vulnerability to tell his longtime friend the truth.

With a final faint smile from Bruce and the enthusiastic goodbyes from his family, they grappled away and finally left Gordon alone on the rooftop.

Gordon trained his eyesight to the light that projected the bat signal and chuckled to himself.

“Well,” he mused. “I guess I finally get to scrap this ugly thing.”

——

Though you were hesitant about coming back to Gotham, Bruce’s broadcasted promise eased most of your worries. Bruce had managed to convince you to come back, with the compromise of visiting the cottage often for vacation and fresh air. But being able to live long enough to finally kiss and hold Bruce in your arms made waiting patiently for him to come back to you well worth it. You knew he would eventually see your reasoning and come back around.

And as you sat on the couch with your partner holding you while your children argued over the game of Monopoly, you were happy that, despite being old of age, you and Bruce were able to find the love you both had always wanted and deserved.

All of this possible because of a lovely visit to the countryside.

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[brits4gerardway]

Here's a small writing piece I did in the perspective of John Doe after the events of The Enemy Within! :D

so, of course, this does contain spoilers for the game and is based after what i'd see is the good ending- the story is what I thought of myself, but I'm not sure if something similar has been done before!! With that being said, its a lil bit cheesy but hopefully I've sorta captured the essence of john's character LMAOO

As my socks tapped against the ceramic floors, I noticed how the lights still flicker. By now, I knew the bulbs hadn't been replaced in a hot minute, even during my release from Arkham.

These hallowed halls weren't so haunting during the daytime. I had friends, somewhere- we'd chat the day away whilst indulging in our hobbies! Whenever Bruce comes around, I can barely wait to show him my newest knit for the matching "mini me".. "mini-us?" plushies I made him.

Oh, right! It's light's out. With haste, I made it to my cell, trust-falling onto my lightly quilted mattress. Despite the lack of thermal energy crawling through my arms, my heart had still felt toasty and warm all this time, like it was still emerged in his embrace. I blindly maneuver my hand, recalling the picture I had slipped onto the bedside table. Finally grasping it, I hold it close to my chest, occasionally looking back down at the memories I had made that day.

The only person I still see from the photo regularly is Bruce, who pays visits every weekend- it truly feels like he's trying now, more than ever before.

I hadn't seen Bane since our fight at Riddler's old hideout where I almost killed him. I'm wild-guessing Freeze lost his life from exposure to the virus.

And.. Harley. I haven't fully weighed out the thoughts in the back of my mind on her yet- (I'm working on it!)

I knew it wasn't meant to be to begin with, the minute she had the chance to bail on me she flew the coop. What I had with her wasn't love. She was no lover, she didn't have it in her to love me- or anyone! But only on the most difficult days here in Arkham do I miss her. I was the fool head over heels, after all.

Coming to a decision, I took the printed paper out of its frame. Crawling out of bed, I scavenge the draws for my craft scissors. Returning to my previous position, kicking my legs, I trim Harley out of the frame. Unfortunately for me, this only made the rest of the photo look kinda whacky. So I did what any genius would do- I cut everyone out! (Except for Bruce, of course.)

Scrunching up the fragments of wasted paper around my room, I slam-dunk it into the trash, soon feeling my heart swell up with a fuzz as it did before. I can't help but proudly wear a smile on my face as the butterflies in my stomach flutter.

All I need to keep me going is all that I have left.

[ladykatdollx]

A short scenario: Season 1, Episode 1:

Oz x female reader

Wanting another drink, she looked down at her empty champagne glass whilst standing nearby a group of people congregating with each other. Swirling the glass around in her hand and sighing, she looked around for a waiter, only to see they were all quite far from where she stood and others were serving other guests. She looked around more and that’s when she stopped, only to see a small table near herself where a few bottles were kept, two which were in a bucket of ice, the third one…a man leaning on the table and standing alone drinking the whole bottle to himself, she begin to smile humorously at the man. She decided to approach him with confidence, she flicked hair back and brushed the back of her dress, “I see someone is enjoying the champagne” she said sarcastically, slightly smirking at him, his eyes widened as he stopped suddenly, not expecting anyone to talk to him, he gulped and turned to look at her. He subtlety looked her up and down in a captivating manner, he stood up straight and looked down at the bottle he was holding, slightly laughing “ahh…yeah-“ he cleared his throat before continuing to speak “this event ain’t all what they made it out to be I guess…although this champagne certainly makes up for it” he said nodding and smiling mischievously at her, “aha, I certainly agree with you there, this champagne is lovely…if only I had some more in my glass…” she said looking down at her glass and looking back up at him and the bottle in his hand, he huffed a laugh “ah…I’m sorry, I look a bit greedy don’t I?” He went to pass her the bottle he had drunk from, she put her hand out “no no” she giggled, “you can keep it” he kindly reached for a freshly cold bottle from the bucket and poured her out a glass, “awh, thank you, you’re such a gentleman, I would say Mr…but-“ “oh! Where are my manners?” He said shaking his head and giving her a smirk. He straightened his tie and reached his hand out to shake her hand, he seemed so familiar to the woman, but she just couldn’t figure out where she might’ve seen him before…

His large hand compared to hers, holding onto it with a slightly strong grip, “Oswald Cobblepot” “it’s lovely to meet- oh gosh-“ she said with a surprised look on her face “I know who you are…” He smiled proudly, “and you are my darling…?“ he said waiting for her response, “Katya Dutch”, “beautiful name, it’s a pleasure to meet you” he said winking at me. She subtly looked down and noticed he had seemed to have gotten a little closer to where she stood, “so…what brings you to this “party” eh? You didn’t sneak in did you?” He said jokingly and they both laughed, “no no…a friend actually brought me along but I err…don’t know where she’s got off to” she said as she looked around, “awh left you all alone did she? Bet you’re glad you came and found me huh?” he said, giving her that same smirk. She was so curious about him, she felt there was so much more to him, “so…what brings you here?” She asked out of curiosity, he raised an eyebrow and paused for a couple of seconds “I’m…actually an old friend of the man Wayne himself…we grew up together” he said in a slightly dissatisfied tone “oh wow really?” She said raising both eyebrows, she looked over to where Bruce Wayne was and looked back at Oswald, “has he even come over to you? He surely must’ve seen you at this event by now…” “ahh it’s no big deal, that’s just how he is sometimes, ya know? But er..it’s been quite some time since we last spoke” He said looking over his shoulder, back at him. Katya felt a bit awkward and she slightly looked down, “sorry love! This conversation went slightly dim didn’t it? Not really a good first impression of me, is it?” He said forcing a grin on his face and looking down at her, “oh no honestly! You’re fine” she said smiling at him and nodding, “hey…” she said gently placing her hand on his “do you…maybe wanna go somewhere? More quiet..away from everyone?” She couldn’t believe she asked him that, she hardly knew the man, it was like something in the champagne made her say it. He raised his eyebrows and looked down at her hand on his and looked back at her face, she felt him move his hand, gently grabbing her hand “ah…you must’ve read my mind darling, y’know that sounds pretty good to me- oh?” He said pausing, “ah I see…somewhere private huh?” He said as he nodded and smirked. Looking into his eyes, she began to smirk at him too and nodded in response to what he said, “that sounds like a good idea…heh, I didn’t think you’d ask such a thing” “so..? Where to Mr?” She said tilting her head to the side and giving him a seductive stare “plenty of rooms in this place…” she watched him looking up, “I think I know somewhere” he placed his hand on her waist as he walked past and gave her that look, telling her to follow him, “what am I doing??” She questioned herself, she felt nervous, but in a good way. As she followed a little fair behind him, she looked over and noticed Bruce looking over into their direction, she made quick eye contact with him and looked away, trying not to make things so obvious, but knowing him being a ladies man, he probably suspected something going on. She watched Oswald stop and turn around, waiting for her with his hand in his trouser pocket, “ladies first” he said holding his other arm out, letting Katya walk the stairs first, she noticed him looking around and then proceeding to follow behind her. She lifted the bottom of her dress and slowly ambled up the stairs, she could feel his presence close behind her body, this man was making her feel some type of way, in which she couldn’t tell if this was a good or bad thing. They reached the top of the stairs and he walked beside her but slightly ahead. They made it to a far end room, she felt him put his hand on her waist as he opened the door, he turned her body around to face him, with that same smirk on his face, she watched his eyes quickly look her up and down, he suddenly pressed his lips against hers, kissing her. Whatever was about to happen next, she knew this was something she’ll never forget.

[draytnation]

DNI:Maps/No Maps, Ablist, Zoophiles, Fetishizers of any kind,Racist,Homophobes or transphobes, Proshippers

Hello there everyone, y'all can just call me Omniac, Archie, or Jonker. I'm quite new to writing fanfic but I love to see y'all enjoy my content. here's a run down of all my boundaries and what nots

I WILL WRITE

Headcanons

Male!Reader

Platonic Relationships

Romantic Relationships

LGBTQIA+

Fluff

Angst

Scenarios

Gore

Trauma Scenarios-Like assault, Parental issues, bullying, Nightmares,etc.

Meme Scenarios|Tell me the meme first tho

Also I'm sorry sometimes I might go on random hiatuses, I hate I do this alot because I want to do bad but my mind is just either hyperfixating on something else, tired, or out of ideas. Especially since I'm new to making fanfics too so if make a request for a fic please be specific too.

Thing I won't write

Adult x Kid

Grooming

Anything R*pe related

No SA

No proshipper stuff

No P*do stuff

Songfics

I ain't really good at scenarios with songs and singing, so sorry

Incest

OBA AU's

Political stuff

Fem!reader

Characters I write about

•Eddie munson from ST

•Ralph from timewasters

•Tom from Makeup

•Billy knight from CB Strike

Even Joseph himself but ONLY platonically. I respect that man and feel uncomfy in general writing about real people like that especially ones I adore

•Btas Joker

•John doe|Batman enemy within

[wings-of-angels]

Where are the telltale batman fanfics that explore bruce's guilt over murdering John and having to bring him back to life??? The nightmares about killing him with his bare hands and lying over his lifeless body as this time he doesnt get up?? The eyebags every morning after he wakes up?? The growing despair and belief that he ruins everything he touches (harvey, oz, alfred, lucius, john)??

[chokit-pyrus]

📃👀📺 + bonus 🌈

📃 Ever written something inspired by someone elses fic?

Technically! I haven't finished or posted it, but I read a fic and I didn't like how they handled the conflict. So I thought about how I would do it, and then wrote it all down LOL. Not sure if I'll ever finish it.

👀 What’s an idea you had for a fic that you never did anything with?

I KNOW ONE! I wrote in my head a whole thing about my SWTOR smuggler Ko'neesh having an illegitimate daughter from an ex, and meeting her for the first time, and how it changes his relationship with his fiancé Theron! I don't have much interest in posting a fic about an OC tho #RIP (I'm also only casually into writing fics so I don't write a lot anyway)

📺 Any references to other media that you put in your fics?

Uhhhhh, I guess in one of my Telltale Batman fics In the Open I made a reference to Barbara Gordon, who does not appear in the game series. Just for fun bc I love her ❤️

🌈 Your favorite tropes to write about?

I can't really think about any tropes I include a lot in my fics, but I guess there are certain morals or themes I prefer. Like communication, friendship, identity, mental health. The tags I use mostly are #fluff, #humor, and #friendship.

❤️❤️❤️(Original)

[finniestoncrane]

Hi hi- first off thank you for all of your riddler content!

Could I request the riddlers reactions on the first time the reader accidentally calls him daddy during sex?

Daddy

Riddler Headcanons ah my bread and butter, the riddler being my daddy. thank you anon, i had a disgusting time thinking about this u-u 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: daddy!kink lmao

young justice

he would definitely think it's hot, that you would even consider him to be daddy material? but he's more confused than anything else. trying not to let it disrupt the flow, but failing because he's blushing so hard and he's forgotten the pace and now he's just sort of clumsily rutting against you while he tries to remember exactly what he was doing to make you say that, and exactly how you sounded when you said it so he can try remember it forever

arkham

there's a moment of complete, stunned silence before he lets the notion take him completely. something about it strokes his ego, fuels his narcissism, sends a little shockwave to the more animalistic and less thoughtful side of him. he's the exact right level of surly and grumpy for the title, and his penchant for impact play works with it. forget whatever pace he was going at before, you're getting railed now, passionately and almost violently, ending with him cumming as he tells you that he. is. your. daddy

dano

it doesn't matter how close he was before, he is now at the edge, having to really hold back from shooting his load. so apologetic, it's just no one has ever called him that before, or thought he was good enough? strong enough? cute enough? any of the above. but hey, if you're dishing out that kind of praise then he can too. and maybe he can start being a little bit less gentle and a bit more strict with you. only if you'll let daddy take control, of course. and as stern and in control as he's trying to appear on the outside, he is 100% mushy and flattered on the inside

capullo

he's just glad you said it so he doesn't have to awkwardly ask you to call him that. he's flattered, of course, but not surprised. and now that you've broken the seal, get ready to be called bad, naughty, and dirty and be dished out some punishments by your daddy dearest. you've kind of given him permission to really start getting adventurous now that he knows you're kind of kinky. and he is dead set on starting with bending you over and spanking you. and forget about getting to cum every time. if he can say it's edging and he's teaching you a lesson to get out of the work then you can bet that's his plans now

unburied

what a bizarre thing to say! he's just a dumb little guy, he's not your daddy. if anything you're his daddy, or mommy, or whatever. he's not about to start stepping up and taking on more responsibility, unless it means he can boss you around. and wait, dad's get to tell really stupid jokes all the time too, right? see what you've let yourself in for? you were trying to be sexy, trying to be a bit kinky, and now you've made him more irritating if that was even possible

telltale

he'll snicker at you a little before he grabs your cheeks and makes you look straight into his eyes. how predictable of you, to be with him and then call him daddy. you should be embarrassed, ashamed. how dare you even suggest that your daddy issues are the reason you're currently banging him, and not his superior intelligence and charisma. if you want to be a silly little slut though, then he'll treat you like one. don't think for a second he's going to be a replacement for the daddy you so obviously needed, in fact if anything, he might prove to be worse

gotham

he could take it or leave it actually. better stick to master, sir, or the riddler. those are preferred terms anyway. you're his stress relief, his escape. not another responsibility, so if you're going to keep calling him that then you better start behaving. he likes a good behaved partner who can follow rules. not some brat who'll chew through their collar and leash. also, he's sorry to bring that up so abruptly but if he's going to play into your kinks, you could maybe indulge him in a few of his

twojar

an interesting revelation, and he's not going to stop what he's doing to discuss it. if you want him to be your daddy, then he's going to do his best at it. his instincts are to be almost nurturing, telling you how well you're doing, what a good job, how sweet and pretty and clever you can be. interestingly enough, he's now more invested in aftercare and making sure you're alright once he's finished with you, since he care so much about his baby

[fractualized]

Unwanted Guests- a Telltale batjokes fic

Read on AO3: Unwanted Guests (Rated Teen and Up)

In which Oz deals with a couple of unexpected guests on opening night of the Iceberg Lounge. (Warnings in AO3 header.)

[fordarkisthesuede]

I got tagged by @fractualized - and I had to think about this for a while. Sorry for the delay, frac'! I pretty much felt like this all week (lol):

GIF by lostwithoutmyboswell

Ok, so we're gonna start from #5, because I decided to rate these like a loon:

#5:

Birth. Starting off on the disk horse topic of HP fanfic. Listen, regardless of how I feel about the series now (which is messy, to say the least), there's one thing I still can't help but love about it...and it's not only tiny, but half of the reasoning behind it is of my own making. It's Peeves the Poltergeist. I LOVE Peeves. He's my favorite character type - short, temperamental, powerful, 90% humor and fun, inhuman, and neither a Good nor Bad guy. I rarely used to read HP fic back in the day, but I noticed that for such a big fandom, he never had much to his name. (And what I did find was...disappointing for me.) I reread the series in 2015 for the first time in a while and did some Deep Thinking about him. What his limits are. How he's presented. Where he even came from. The bare scraps of canon and Word of God (distasteful) material pushed my buzzing brain to write about him, and eventually churned out this little origin story. I wrote several one-shots surrounding him, but this is my favorite of the bunch. In my eyes, it's simple, short, and effective in storytelling. So I like it. (^_^)

#4:

The Whole Nine Yards. Yes, my current WIP is on the favorite list. It started off as a sex-romp list, because I had too many positions and kinks I wanted John and Bruce to try. It first grew into showing Bruce/John as a couple at home, because my main fics in the Perseverance Project series don't get to show them being all lovey-dovey as much as I'd like. Then I added a few dashes of angst for character building. Then it evolved into including what AtBoM skipped over (for various reasons) - visits at Arkham showing their [growing] love and trust rebuild post-S2, and showing different sides to them.

So what we have now is: "Two guys in love met in an asylum 2.5 years ago, and less than one year after they first met, one keeps coming to visit the other. The visits' subjects are then related to current day, where they finally live together like a real couple, with all it's ups and downs, and sexy results". It's a mouthful, I know. ;D But I think it works!

It's great to explore all these things and essentially back-track a bit versus rewrite any part of AtBoM. Plus, I get to mumble about something that always interests me in this 'verse: Bruce's relationship with his parents. To go from loving them and putting them and their deaths on a pedestal to look to for inspiration to keep going on being Batman, to learning they were the biggest criminals in the city and a key reason while he's even having to be Batman... That's gotta affect how he looks at things. Like, I mentioned Bruce's dislike of his house in AtBoM and TToJ, but here it's full-force. It was a mausoleum for their memory and now it's just a means to an end. He doesn't consider it home, or even rightfully his. But John living there with him makes it a home. Their home. :')

Also, I feel like I'm playing a decorating game and a dress up game with it! Kind of like The Sims, I guess. xD John's room and summer wardrobe are fun to craft as I go. (Don't worry, you'll get to see John's classic outfit at the end. For...reasons.) Plus, soon* you'll see Bruce's bedroom revamped!

#3:

A Ghost Too Far. Disk Horse, part two. Peeves is the one thing I still wistfully sigh over and go "ah, what could have been"...all while knowing that I took the bones of my blorbo and crafted him a full body myself. It's been 7 years since I started writing this particular story, and it clocks in over 230K words. As things are now, I have no idea if I'll ever actually finish it, for a myriad of reasons. So to make a long story short (HA!):

Out of the hundreds of thousands of HP fanfics, and the handful that had Peeves as a character, I found Peeves had no proper big epic romance story of his own and decided to make him one, combining it with one big exploratory setting of How He Is, all set in 2003/2004. His destined romantic partner is an American witch (queue eyeroll), acting as a one-year-only DatDA teacher (queue harder eyeroll), who I can describe in modern** terms as a gender-non-conforming adult punk who is absolutely fascinated with ghosts. She makes it a point to study the castle ghosts, especially Peeves, as poltergeists are super rare and physical ones are apparently unheard of outside of him. She makes a deal with Peeves that he can break just about anything she owns and annoy her all he wants, in exchange for information on how he works. Which I worked out via the aforementioned HP reread and lots of Deep Thinking as literally by feeding off of (aka absorbing) magic from humans, like his "relatives" the Dementor and Boggart. Unlike them, he primarily eats high energy feelings of "anger" "sadness" and "excitement", because he was created in a castle with children who can have powerful feelings of all three very easily. Is this theory of mine presented in canon? Who fucking cares anymore, the author's dead in all senses but literal.

It might not be finished, and it might never be, but writing out this monstrosity of a theory while getting a guy like Peeves to fall in and explore love for the first time holds a special place in my heart. Because not only does Peeves reside permanently in my brain (I'm pretty sure he's the Writing Gremlin who suggests those "this is what goes painfully wrong" scenarios), but so does Dandrane, who I hand-crafted to be Peevesy's romantic partner. I love her. I owe her. Her favorite color is hot pink; because of her, I have gotten over my old feud with the color pink. I wrote her to be 30 while I was then 24; after a while, nearing/turning 30 no longer bothered me. I wrote her to be cool, confident, and a little horrible. Because we all have that bitchy little voice in our head sometimes... The desire to break something without consequences... The need to have our anger recognized rather than ignored or attempted to be placated... Dandrane is a wonderful vessel for these feelings, even after all this time.

She's my cool girl. My tall bean. My silly little flamingo. I want to put her in an enriched enclosure and watch her with a set of binoculars.

#2:

At the Brink of Midnight. My most popular fic is second-place in my heart, at this current hour. (Ha!) For reasons I'm sure you long-time readers already guessed, that I have mentioned time and again in it's author notes: this fic was FUN to make!!!

The Halloween setting! The fresh takes on Scarecrow and Poison Ivy! John recreating Joker! Bruce rescuing John! Bruce finally hugging John! THE CONFESSION SCENE! A rave scene in a graveyard!!! Batman and Joker teaming up to kick ass!!!!!

It's! So! Great!!! It's not too long, but still a big novel-length! Easy to read and get lost in! It presents an original character who carries the possibility of redemption! It hits all those story beats I craved to see for a Season 3! Hell, even now I'd be hard pressed not to expect to see Dr. Crane in any potential sequel we'd get IRL!

Are there things I'd change? Sure. But nothing major. I'm still happy with it, even 4 years later. Maybe part of my love for it is also a desire to be able to pump out 110K words within a few months again...

#1:

The Tolls of Justice!

Is it my most popular fic? Nah, it's #2. But it's my #1. The king of my heart. It took 2-and-a-half years to finish, in no small part because 2020 was a bitch. And despite the frustration at writer's block, despite the silly errors that I still need to go back and fix, and despite the time it took...God, I LOVE it.

Whenever I reread part of it, I get sucked in and read more than I meant to. I know the majority of the little notes I made, but whenever I read one of the tarot hints I can't help but go ehe he he. I read John's breakdown in Arkham, and his transformation into what is his final form of vigilante!Joker, and I still tear up. I see the theme of a writer playing God, of having a defined inescapable ending but proving that choices still matter, and just sit with it in utter delight.

I have many favorite moments: Tiffany and John's day out, the entirety of the Wayne Gala, John and Iman's investigation at the theater, Batman's descent into the Court of Owls' secret lair with Robin... But I have a favorite bit. It's the kind of thing I giggle over while kicking my legs in my seat.

So in Chapter 12, Batman and Joker are having a few moments together before the Big Battle in the high tier of seats above the main floor/"stage area", able to watch the Court of Owls' mock-trial below. In theaters, the highest tier is sometimes known as "the gods" seats.

As my version of the CoO has their whole thing built on "our God wrote down our destiny exactly and the Evil God keeps causing chaos to interfere", and considering the DC multiverses and that Batman and Joker are constantly in them, and as Bats and Jokes are generally simplified as "Order and Chaos"... They're figuratively 'gods' in "the gods" seats watching the show below. ౧(*മ് ധമ്)੭ु⁾⁾

As for WIPs, I only have 2 at the moment. I use OneNote to write all my ideas for it (when I'm actually writing them down):

As you can see, I have sections for The Whole Nine Yards (abbreviated "W9Y" in notes only) and the untitled "BtTTS S5" below. (The "After Hours" is just IRL work notes, when I had to use my personal PC for work in 2020, and "Noir "is literally a list of film noir movies I'm keen to watch. I've been really into them lately!)

Right now S5's notepad only has 2 sections - the Thinkbox and "J Tech". The Thinkbox pages are pretty much the brainstorm dumping ground...but TWNY's is actually laid out rather nicely, like this. I'd post a screenshot, but then this post would...uh, turn nsfw... (; ' o' )

Right now, the only WIP word docs are here, in my "BtTTS - The Perseverance Project" folder:

As for tagging...hm. Um... Since it was frac' who tagged me... I choose @distort-opia, if they're so inclined! (And anyone else who wants to!) Edit: I am a fool who does not reread properly. 😭 Sorry hun, you already did it! So field's wide open!!!

*at the time of this posting, TWNY Chapter 7 is still in progress. It's 2/3rds of the way done! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

**at the time of writing the story in question, the term "gender non-conforming" was not known about as widely as it is now; basically, I knew what it was without knowing what it was called.