#dexter dent

[morgangalaxy43]

Thank you Flashpoint Beyond for giving me so much Uncle Oswald content

[ufonaut]

“Once we’re finished, he will never have happened. Nothing matters. No one will know.”

“But it will have happened. Somehow, someway.”

Flashpoint Beyond (2022) #6

[superheroes-or-whatever]

Flashpoint Beyond (2022) #6 art by Xermanico

[minie-mastermind]

Joker of Earth 3?

The identity of Red Hood went around to a couple of different Gotham Heroes before Jack Napier took up the identity for a simple act of justice. Stealing money from a safe in ace chemicals, the manager fired all the staff he could before Christmas so he wouldn't need to pay Christmas bonuses. Some families didn't even make it through the winter that year, this money would go a long way to making sure the rest would. Originally a comedian Jack Napier only knew about Owlman as an urban legend to laugh at when brought up in serious conversation. He had even mentioned him in his act, so when he saw him in person and threw him into the acid it was the surprise of his life as well as the worst day of it. Horribly disfigured he couldn't go out without being obviously recognized and hunted by Owlman, so he continued his identity as the Red Hood as he seek to revenge. He went up against Owlman again and again and lost every time. The chemicals he had been doused in affecting his health actually gave him an idea, what if he wasn't the only Red Hood? The identity had been taken up by more than one person but never at the same time, so what if there was an army to fight against Owlman? So he started looking and finding plenty of people who hated Owlman enough to join. He kept Everything secret and everyone disconnected from each other so anytime I Owlman discovered one he wouldn't discover the rest.

These crimson avengers all go by their own call signs usually based around playing cards. Wild Card Aka Jack Napier being the head and organizer of the rest. Outlaw Aka Doctor Harleen Quinzel was a therapist that Arkham who treated multiple Red Hood's before joining the cause herself, quickly figuring out the identity of its leader through the sheer fact that they used to date in college. Card King & Queen Aka Duela & Dexter Dent usually working together joined quite young and grew up in your organization after their father's disfigurement. Jokster Aka Alexis Kaye grew up idolizing him from what she saw through the media, seeing the Red Hood as the ultimate symbol of rebellion against the corrupt system. Jester Aka Gaggy Gagsworth A. Gagsworthy had been travelling with the flying graysons before the accident and after a lifetime of hardship on the road wanted to see the world change for the better.

Fake identities were built as well to throw element off the trail of any of the actual members. Ones that owl man has discovered are Eric Border, Johann Kaiser, Oberon Sexton and A. Rekoj.

Even after the supposed death of its leader it would carry on into the future as a group dealing out street justice called the Hoodz.

[the-antiapocalyptic-man]

Harvey “Two-Face” Dent’s idiot children, Dexter and Duela, reunited after the Court revived Dexter to serve as Gordon Jr’s Robin and Duela “rescued” him in the hope of reuniting their family after all these years...

aka imagine if your kids exclusively larped as your two least favorite people

[why-i-love-comics]

Flashpoint Beyond #1 - "Clockwork Killer" (2022)

written by Geoff Johns, Jeremy Adams, & Tim Sheridan art by Xermanico, Mikel Janin, Romulo Fajardo, Jr., & Jordie Bellaire

[knightwingsblue]

STOP THE PRESSES THOMAS WAYNE'S BATMAN HAS A ROBIN AND IT'S HARVEY DENT'S SON??

why am i just now learning about this. i need to learn everything i can about this right now.

[djrenard]

Dexter Dent does not have the best role models.

Flashpoint Beyond #1

[two-baes]

the ending of Flashpoint Beyond was all well and good, and it's nice to see both Thomas AND Martha get a chance to heal,

but consider: they deserve TWO kids, and Dexter deserves his twin!!! So Debbie is alive. :3 I gave her Claire's CoB "robin" outfit—bc I actually really like the color scheme of it—except changed the shoes to be like ballet flats (like what marvel's Ghost-Spider runs around in), and gave her a hair clip.

[about-faces]

--Dexter Soy

[neverendingford]

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[ufonaut]

I’m not the hero of this story. I’m a man who’s been corrupted by his own unbearable pain. I’m a man who has too much blood on his hands to be called good. I’m a man who had nothing left to live for-- until the day I met The Flash. Your friend taught me we can’t only live a life for those we’ve lost. We have to live a life for those we still have.

Flashpoint Beyond (2022) #6

[mysumeow]

──Trouble sleeping

WARNINGS ❪ Afab body, reader is referred to with you/your. YANDERE Lyney. Very mild angst. Unrealistic hypnosis, dub-con, piv unprotected sex. Not proofread. SUMMARY ❪ You have trouble sleeping, and Lyney suggests hypnosis therapy to solve it. Lyney is, however, dishonest with how he applies said hypnosis. WORD COUNT ❪ 873 A/N ❪ I remembered I had this smut idea pending since last year i think? ok here it is. ok bye im hungry

₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ ♡ 🌷 . . MASTERLIST

You approached the great magician Lyney with a problem: you were having trouble sleeping.

Not really expecting anything out of your conversation, as you were seeking mere emotional support, Lyney confessed that he had some dexterity in the art of hypnosis and that it wouldn’t hurt to try.

It was a success, seeing as you had fallen asleep in the first five minutes of the session, when on average, it would’ve taken you way longer. Unbeknownst to you, in the throes of sleep, he had whispered selfish suggestions into your subconscious.

... Had he known it was going to be this easy, he would’ve done it a long time ago.

He’s underserving of your love; he was aware. The moment you two met, he was unable to let go of you in all aspects. He looked forward to seeing you at his presentations, at the celebratory dinners after an unrivaled performance, and to having you visit him backstage before a show.

To take you home and have you for the rest of the night.

Perhaps he asked for too much. He thought there was a possibility of the universe knowing he didn’t deserve you, and that’s why things didn’t turn out as he daydreamed they would, without having to resort to this deceitful method...

The feeling of your heaving chest against his and your arms tightening around his shoulders as you rode him pulled him out of his mind, reminding him that he should enjoy this precious moment with you.

Lyney’s hold on your hips became tighter, taking the reigns on the pace again, canting his hips upwards to meet your body at an unforgiving pace. He sucked marks onto your neck.

Greed consumed his judgment, and he bit down with unprecedented force.

Your pained whine didn’t deter him from sucking more hickeys on your unprofaned skin. He needed this. Everyone has to know you’re his.

“Ow, Lyney…�� You cried again, hoping that would send him the message to be gentler.

His thrusting ceased, and he put some space between your bodies, but not by much. It was only to take in the sight of the teeth shaped dents on your flesh, along with the reddish marks scattered in the expanse of your shoulders.

Lyney wasn’t a rough lover. He’s got enough introspection to know that.

Your existence, from day one, made him discover a new train of thoughts he was never aware that he could have: the cravings of roughing up in the most pleasurable of ways. Often, Lyney would fantasize about littering your body with his kisses and bites, seizing your arms, and securing you against his frame—not leaving a single inch of space between one another.

Your lovestruck visage seemed to lure him deeper into degeneracy, after all, not only were your eyes pleading for more, but your body as well. Lyney swallowed hard, calming himself down before he cummed too fast with how your pussy tensed around him.

“F-Fuck, Lyney— You feel so good,” You whined, locking your legs around him and using the leverage to make him thrust into you. “Why did you stop? Hurry up, please. Fuck your cum into me,”

Your words weren’t helping his case. Lyney panted against your neck, content with merely kissing and kneading your tits with his hands, his fingers pinching your nipples and making you tremble from lust.

The magician longed for this moment to never end, for the morning to never come, when the hypnosis would end for that day. Because you’ll forget everything that happened prior to the hypnosis, and you’ll want to come back to him every day so he can help you. Lyney convinced himself that he could allow himself to be selfish for once in his life.

“What a naughty mouth for such a lovely face,” He tutted before nipping your bottom lip. Whichever retort you had died in your throat when Lyney’s tongue slipped into your mouth, playing with yours without permitting a single second for you to collect your thoughts. “But who am I to deny you when you keep pulling me into you, as if not wanting to let go…”

With those words, he resumed his unyielding thrusts, and the lascivious noise of the bed creaking from the movements filled the room. Lyney hugged the leg you proceeded to rest on his shoulder, your other leg quivering from the onslaught of pleasure behind him. The position made it easier for him to stuff you with his dick; it was too much, and you lost yourself in the delightful sensations. Lyney was lucid enough to understand you were about to give out, so his hand darted to hold yours, squeezing it to keep you grounded.

Amidst the heartfelt intertwinement, a broken whine of his name escaped your lips when you orgasmed. Lyney doubled over at the feeling of your drenched cunt squeezing him so deliciously, he didn’t stand a chance and cummed almost right after you.

As he caught his breath, he helped you lower your leg back in its place and pressed his lips to yours, his hand caressing the side of your face.

[bunny-extract]

hiii can i request facesitting hcs w könig?❤️

i will talk about his ability to give head till i die. coughs - pleasure top - coughs

NSFW // MDNI // REQUESTS OPEN //

König gets off on seeing his partners enjoying themselves, but there's something so specifically erotic about his partner enjoying him that makes it his favorite activity.

There's the fluctuating element of control that triggers him to flip between top / bottom like someone's sitting on the television remote

It rubs his brain so, so fucking right to be used, the appeal really lying in the fantasy of you taking what you want from him.

Slots himself between your thighs while you're still debating it. His hands grope the tender flesh at the juncture that joins thigh to sex, making it seem like accidents when his knuckles brush up against you.

The sharp slope of his jaw looks so good from below, but his eyes turn needy when they're drawn up. A palpable want clouding his loosened features.

If you ignore him, let him continue to seek without a reward, you'll realize this is his way of being patient.

Forfeits the attempt and instead drags you into position, your knees over his shoulders and your slit a resistant inch away. When he reaches for you, seals his hot mouth over your lips and makes heavy, quick lashes against them, you can recognize what a frayed thread of patients looks like.

Looks like your thighs stretched wide to accommodate the breadth of his shoulders, his fingers denting the soft flesh at your hip.

Feels like a tongue splitting you, snaking its way inside.

König is thick and long everywhere, and the moment you realize you could ride his face you're bouncing. Too eager to explore how sensitive your hole could be when coaxed with something dexterous.

When the hands in his hair grow indelicate, starts to tug and twist and bully his mouth where you need it most, he gets loud.

The sounds he makes are egregious, filthy enough to stimulate you when they muffle around your sex.

The noises that escape him here are just shy of possessive, but hit that mark quick when he settles a hand against your ass and guides your movements with it. Helps you fuck yourself against his mouth until you've given him something to clean up.

The flip side of this comes then, when he's drawn enough out of you that you're whimpering, pushing yourself away instead of bearing down. It makes him greedy. Selfish.

Follows you on a retreat until he's got you pinned, his arms locked firm around your thighs, hands free to roam. His tongue is mean, flicks heavy and rough until your pain feels like a peak, then ghosts barely-there figures with the tip.

His hands are busy plucking at your chest, running tight circles with the tips of his fingers around you nipples, pinched when he decides he wants you to be loud.

If he's letting you squirm, know that it's so there's more to chase.

It's filthy, makes him feel like a fucking dog to have his nose buried in your ass, which makes him fucking hard--

Kisses your cunt sloppy before he removes himself to lick the same rhythm into your mouth, an apology and appreciation beneath his tongue.

Speaks slow afterwards, a little lisp following his fatigued tongue. Makes him sound properly fucked out while he tells you how good that was, how sweet you taste when you're trying to deny him.

The praise you return goes straight to his head, the weight of it toppling back, his throat barred to you.

The mess of you was spread well over the bottom half of his face, but it'd even dripped down the column of his flushed neck.

You get to listen to him whimper while you lick it up, scrape your teeth along the center of his throat and taste yourself off his skin.

[ginnysgraffiti]

(long) imagine.

i'll work on other characters :)

how would timmy's characters declare to you?

&. LEE

it wouldn't take much or little.

in reality, it is unpredictable.

he would be able to perceive this strong connection between you from the first moment, of course, but he would be so tormented by the thought of spilling all his paranoia on you that he would prefer to live with it.

however, you certainly can't say that he doesn't commit, because he would give you sooooo many signals.

the way he looks at you, like the most delicate creature capable of willingly climbing into his dented pickup truck, the way he would smell your hair, prepare your meals if you were to stop at his sister's place.

i mean, he would give you so many signals that your hypothetical doubt would be extremely out of sight.

he would seek constant attention, sometimes in a very desperate and childish way, and then add his usual flirting and perhaps stealing kisses on your cheek or nibbling your fingers.

he would always search for a way to kiss you, but then, due to extreme contradiction and lack of morals, as soon as you get too close he will do everything he can to turn away and hide his embarrassment, lowering his head and rubbing his messy curls against your lips instead of actually support your boldness.

he would probably declare himself on a desolated hill away from the noisy traffic or rush hours of the city, or perhaps in some gas station or even in some mcdonald's while you both enjoy your burgers at 10pm.

however, even though it may seem like a frank and decisive action, he would immediately need cuddles and small kisses to confirm that he is not just an extreme burden to you but the guy you desire to date.

he would immediately call his sister, in tears, to tell her the news.

&. PAUL ATREIDES

paul would do anything to catch your attention.

anything.

to him, you are absolutely not just any fremen.

he would offer to train you, train you in the art of the sword even if he knows well you are absolutely better than him.

he'd help you put on your stillsuit, but he'd quickly walk away if you gave him a strange look, as fremen wear suits are commonplace at all times.

he would call the largest sandworms to show you his dexterity and now habit in the act. he would invite you to ride it with him, hoping that you would hold his waist and not try to challenge him in the best ride.

he's obsessed with the way you ride worms.

of course, he would see you in his every vision. happy, perhaps provocative or exciting visions that he just wants to see come true.

his stiff, masculine and proud composure would slowly collapse in your presence, that's for sure.

paul would even feel so scared of coming out in a way that might go against your fremen tradition that you'd find him with stilgar every day, talking like two best friends dedicated to gossip, while he would have asked him for professional advice that he would never have revealed to you.

he would finally declare under a warm and cosy night under a sky full of bright stars while your bodies lay and melt between fluffy sand dunes.

&. HAL

there's no need to specify or even explain it: hal would make you live in luxury.

but i mean, luxury.

even if you had never broached the topic openly or even just shared the idea, you knew he wanted you as a queen.

the queen. his queen.

he would always find a way to carve out time for you, whether for horseback riding in the damp woods around the castle or for little night chatting after dinner.

he wasn't a man of many words, you knew it well and you took note of it since the beginning.

however, his tone was always sincere with you, as he even indulged in light rivers of alcohol when you were in his company, he always trusted you.

he loves how you treat him.

not like the king, not like any of the high ranks he was labelled with.

just like the man he was, the most gorgeous man you had ever seen.

this turned him on like hell, because you craved him as a person, you wanted him as a man, and you treated him like your closest friend.

hal, in fact, would never declare himself with sappy words. he's a man of action, that's for sure.

however, we're talking about you, and that means he would slip out the topic during a delicious dinner, followed by a quick and double-meaning suggestion to join him in his room once full.

finally, hal would make such an elaborate speech that your eyes would get watery.

[why-i-love-comics]

Flashpoint Beyond #1 - "Clockwork Killer" (2022)

written by Geoff Johns, Jeremy Adams, & Tim Sheridan art by Xermanico, Mikel Janin, Romulo Fajardo, Jr., & Jordie Bellaire