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i-smoke-chapstick · 9 months ago

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'ALL YOUR EXES,

-THEPENGUIN!SOFIA FALCONE X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; You attempt to ration with Sofia's jealousy.

⋆ tags/warnings. sofia falcone x female reader. POSSESSIVE BAHVIOR!! minor angst, lots of murder and rage (she's got some issues to work through) somewhat unhealthy obsession, reader comforting sofia <3 pre!arkham sofia.

♫ “I want to live in a world where all your exes are dead, / Be the only girl that's ever been in your bed / I'm confident I've got them accurately demonized / You tell me not to worry, I'm the only thing you see / Well, yeah, I fucking better be.” All Your Exes by Julia Michaels

You think you should be used to this by now.

You've mulled it over in your head, the implications of dating a mob family member. To you; Sofia was always just Sofia. The same girl you'd grown up with. Respectful, in a quiet and calculated type of way. With you, her smiles were always genuine. A slight twitch of the lips that let you know; she cares for you. You're different. Good.

Though, you didn't think she cared this much.

"Tell me you didn't." You say, swallowing. It's rare she comes over to your house, and not the estate. But there is a quiet buzz and intimacy your home captures that hers does not. You think she's always preferred it. "Tell me it wasn't you."

You look between her and the TV. You never pay much attention to the Gotham News. It's always the same; murder, robbery, more murder. But this...this murder was different.

The voice on the screen recites a robotic retelling of a body discovered in an apartment around your area. An apartment you'd been to many, many times. And the body of a girl you'd had more than few flings with in the past.

"It seems as though the Hangman has struck again. This time, twenty-two year old Sarah Parkins has been found deceased..."

You lick your teeth in frustration.

Sofia stands there. You watch her jaw clench, and she seems to swallow in return. Her whole body is taut as the drink she's cradling pauses before her lips.

She sets the glass down with a clink, and averts her gaze from you, as if she's lost in thought. Eventually, her hands fold neatly in her lap before staring up at you. Her facial expression doesn't change besides a subtle twitching.

She knows where this is going.

You'd known she was the Hangman. There were no secrets between the two of you, she'd made sure of that. Though she'd never explicitly stated it, it was glaringly obvious as someone who'd loved her.

"You were going to find out eventually." She finally speaks, nostrils flaring for a moment. She says it simply, like it's been an item checked off her to-do-list.

You gape at her. Despite the quiet monotone in her voice, she seems to be nervous. You glance down to her nails subtly scratching into her wrist.

You take a breath. Or two. Or three.

"Wha- why?"

"She was practically stalking you. Always watching you. She was going to get...involved...eventually. I did what needed to be done."

"Fuck." You mutter, under your breath. You let out a groan, sitting down next to her. You drag a palm across your face as you scan the TV.

"The cause of death seems to be strangulation..."

Having enough, you grab the remote and switch it off.

"You can't do that, Sof."

She breathes hard.

"She was a threat. I handled it. You are vulnerable. I do things you're incapable of to keep you safe."

The words come out with a mixture of indifference and quiet worry. You see straight through the subtle manipulation and choose to ignore it.

"I haven't talked to her in months."

Her eyes narrow, and she leans forward. Her hands find yours, attempting to tether herself to you.

"Are you not listening to me?" She stares deeply into your eyes. "I did it to protect you. To protect us. It's about sending a message."

She looks...raw. There is a fury burning behind her eyes, and an insecurity you can't quite place. You purse your lips, and grasp her hands in return. Her breath hitches.

"There...there were other women before you Sofia. You have to accept that. What's important as that we are together. Right here. Right now. And there will be no one else, ever."

You mirror her intensity, breathing out the reassurance. You feel her hands clench yours tighter when you mention the others. Her insecurities rear their ugly head within her, but she hides it well, keeping her calm exterior as she gazes at you with steely eyes.

"She touched you," Sofia whispers, barely audible, voice shaking with what you can only assume is rage and regret. The next words come out of her mouth tightly, bluntly, like a threat.

"Did you...love her?"

You inhale, and watch what you say. Without a moments hesitation, you respond truthfully.

"No. I've never loved anyone else like I've loved you. You should know that."

When you finish your small declaration, it's like the apex of a crescendo. Her body finally relaxes, and she raises her head out of whatever violent fantasies she was drowning in.

She stops holding your hand so tightly, and nods slowly in response.

She puts a hand against your cheek, softly drawling you in with a nod. She kisses you softly, like it's a reward for your fealty, but you know better. It's for her own reassurance.

She pulls away, scanning you over one last time. There is still a burning jealousy that engulfs her, and her voice is low and serious.

"We belong to each other," She recounts, "Loyalty is very, very important to me."

It's a warning.

"I know." You mutter, before drawling her back in for one more kiss to soothe her.

You wonder if your words are enough to prevent her from tracking down other past lovers of yours.

You assume only time will tell.

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acapelladitty · 2 months ago

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moonlight pursuit

Summary - Giving chase to Jonathan Crane through an old cornfield proves to be a dangerous move when he turns the tables and reveals more than just your identity.

(tw for: physical assault, handcuffs, dubious consent, age gap, groping, mentions of student/professor, floor sex, fingering, forced orgasm, restraints, unsafe sex)

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The anonymous tip had been good, but all the useful information in the world could not replace sheer bad luck and you unleash a frustrated growl into the cold night air as you watch Crane slip from the edge of the cornfield into a storage barn. The pursuit had been tiring, his stamina and agility surprising given his age, and your feet kicking up a storm against the dusty ground as you chase him hotly.

The barn is huge, but the incredible darkness lends it some claustrophobic qualities as you slip through the wooden doors and immediately struggle to detect any movement.

"Another little hero," Crane spat, the origin of his speech difficult to detect between the abandoned machinery which littered the barn and sent wild shadows across the space, "running around this city trying to clean up something unsalvageable. Have you ever stopped to look at what you're trying to save? You lose yourself in a baseless fantasy. Fear will mend this city before misplaced hope ever could."

You squint into the darkness but find nothing as you refute his words.

"Shut up, Crane."

He had been your professor once. A man with little tolerance and a commanding presence as he delivered his lectures with varying intensity. You had graduated before news of his removal had reached your ears but hearing about the gun incident hadn’t been too surprising, given some of his other teaching choices.

His re-emergence as the Scarecrow, however, had held a little more shock in its presentation.

The inky black looms as your eyes fight to adjust, every shadow threatening as you weave your way across the stone slats which make up the floor. You can feel the weight of his unseen observations, anxiety spiking in your heart as a sense that you were now far more out of your depth than you had anticipated pinched at your thoughts.

A sharp movement catches you off guard as Crane takes advantage of your momentary hesitation. Hurtling at you from the void, the shock of his appearance allows him to slam his body into your own – gathered momentum and larger frame giving you no chance of defence as you find your body smashed harshly to the ground.

Stunned into silence, you feel the cold stone against your lower back and realise that your costume has ripped across the spine to expose your skin to the chill.

Rolling quickly to your front, athleticism nowhere near enough to allow you to rise directly from your back, your palms press against the stone as you make to rise with a shuddering inhale. But Crane is faster that you expect and horror washes across your face as you find your body pinned to the ground by his foot as he pushes his weight harshly into your lower back. Panicking and with blood rushing in your ears, you manage to scratch out at his hand as he wraps his fingers around your own - quickly tugging at and securing your hands into the metal cuffs which had been hanging loosely from your belt.

Now trapped and experiencing an almost feral level of panic, the metal of the handcuffs bite into your wrists, sharp and freezing, as you growl like an untamed beast and attempt to kick up at Crane with your feet.

Satisfied with his handiwork, Crane takes a step back to avoid the attack and his expression is open in how sadistically delighted he is in his success.

"Silly girl. Playing at a game she has no business engaging in. To allow a professional his observations, I believe these risk-seeking behaviours stem from a much darker psychological need, little mouse. You did not fear following me into this dark place but your anxiety now hangs in the air like a fog."

In no place to listen to his wicked musings, you tilt your head back enough to work out exactly where he is standing as you glare up at him with open hatred.

"Fuck yourself."

Smacking his foot out from under him with a sharp sweep of your leg, you muster all the energy in your body to swiftly pounce on his frame as he falls to the ground with just as much dignity as yourself, the only difference being that he made the decision to land on his back rather than his front.

Wind pulled from his lungs, Crane looks stunned as he lays there and you don't give him a moment to recover any of his posture. You launch yourself down at him, ignoring the screaming pain in your wrists at the sudden motion as you take advantage and climb atop his much longer body.

Knees hugging his hips as you straddle him, you can't ignore the sudden feel of the bulge of his cock pressing against your ass but it's quick to disappear as you react on instinct - smashing your head down to headbutt him with as much force as you can, hoping to cause enough disorientation or damage to allow you to escape for a moment and rethink your plans.

Crane reacts without thought, the threat of your imminent attack springing him into action. His hands shoot up to wrap around your neck, the strength in his wiry arms enough to stop your violent descent and the surge of vulnerability, of the hard and threatening pressure on such a dangerous place, makes you freeze, like a rabbit caught in headlights with no easy escape.

The thin digits squeeze harshly enough to force your breath to stutter as it fights to break free of your lungs and the sudden shift of sensation, the adrenaline pulsing through your veins and making your heart feel like it is going to burst free of your chest, drags the worst possible noise from your throat.

A moan.

Crane, despite all his posturing, cannot hide his surprise at the noise as the violent fury in his expression shifts quickly between surprise, confusion, and suspicion. Time appears to still between you in an instant, both unwilling to be the first to break the moment even as every nerve in your body tells you to flee.

The memories rise unbidden. Of your old lectures with the man now pinned beneath you. How consuming and electric his presence felt as he strode across the stage and delved into his teachings. The speed with which he could determine if a student held genuine interest in his class or if they considered psychology an easy set of credits. How swiftly he managed those who dared to grow unruly within his walls.

With his stuffy suits and merciless teaching pace, he was not exactly popular with the students but there were many, yourself included, who enjoyed his strong character and the immature whispers of what kind of lover he would be were never too far from any study group.

You shift uncomfortably, but the movement of your ass glancing across his groin adds a fresh humiliation that only adds to the reasoning of why Cranes' actions were just as strangled and stilted as your own despite his apparent victory. He was hard, painfully hard, with the chase and adrenaline clearly affecting him as much as yourself.

Again, your thoughts drift to the past.

You had always thought there was something about him. Maybe it was the passion for his subject or maybe it was the sheer intensity of his gaze as his eyes zeroed in to receive an answer from his audience, but regardless, back then you had allowed hormonal fantasy to indulge. Once it was a private meeting, a discussion of your upcoming dissertation which quickly turned heated and found you pinned to his desk screaming his name into the wood. Another saw the fantasy shift to the lecture hall itself, your knees spread wide across the seats as his head disappeared between your legs-

Snapping free of the fantastical memories, the very real bulge of his cock against your ass freshly ignites an overwhelming sense of panic and shame which settles into each of your pores and spurs you into motion. Rolling from his body as you snatch your neck free of his grip, the scent of hay and dirt tickles at your nose mercilessly. Your body aches from the exertion, the chase and fight taking its toll, but you push through the discomfort as you struggle to your feet - a vague plan to return to the cornfield and lose Crane within the long stalks seeming like the best possible solution to a safe escape.

Making your escape as you quickly stumble away, you are harshly reminded that fate was not as forgiving as you would have liked.

A thin foot retaliates in kind to kick out the back of your left knee, forcing your legs to collapse out from under you as you are sent hurtling to the floor once again. It is instinct and instinct alone that makes you tilt your head to the side as your chest and face take the brunt of the fall. Immediately, pain flares in your cheek as it scrapes along the stone paving of the barn floor and as you lay there, dazed and wheezing once again, you can feel that the skin is torn and bleeding.

Crane capitalises on your misfortune as he quickly reverses the positioning, flipping you to your back and straddling your lower stomach to secure you into place as your wrists continue to scream their abuse - the metal cuffs harshly pressing against the cold stone below your back.

Crane's expression is heated, anger and the slightest tendrils of shame making his eyes flash and the high points of his sunken cheeks flush as he fights to regain control of himself. "Let's see who our precious vigilante is, hmm?" He drawls. "You are no bat- definitely too under sourced and woefully prepared to be one of his spawn."

His fingers press into the mask which hides your features, the fabric thin and breathable to ensure comfort, and you attempt to snap at his fingers with your teeth - a final, last-ditch attempt at maintaining your identity as fear of his discovery makes your blood run cold.

He tuts with disapproval, pulling his fingers away and pressing two against your forehead, roughly pushing your head against the stone with a thoroughly mocking frown. "Sit still or taste my toxin, little mouse. I am not above using it and leaving you hear to scream into the night with no one to hear you."

Frightened into obedience by the very real threat, you stop struggling - a rabbit frozen in headlights - and hold back a whimper as his fingers pull the mask free of your skin and drop it to the filthy floor.

Open surprise lights up his eyes, widening his features for a moment as he gazes at your face - obvious recognition immediately giving the game away as disappointment in your own failure rolls across your stomach and guts you from the inside out.

"I know you. You were a student. One of mine." Crane mutters, mostly to himself, as he eyes rove across your features.

"Fuck off!"

A sharp sting, the sudden shock of it more surprising than the pain itself, laces through your uninjured cheek as his fingers glance off the skin there in an open-palmed slap - the hit more of a warning than anything else as his eyes quickly narrow at the choice language. Feeling the heat of the blow settling across your skin, you can't help the flush which follows as humiliation is quick to rise in your chest.

A slap.

Not even enough of a threat to be worthy of a solid punch.

Without thought, your teeth appear to bite at your lower lip as you feel the warmth spread across your body. Creeping across your skin, the heat leaves a ruddy flush which is only made worse as your eyes lock with Crane's - the piercing blue so intense that you can't help but picture that same wicked hand elsewhere as it reddens other, more enjoyable skin.

Whether it was the flush, or the flush combined with the earlier moan, that gave you away, you didn't know, but what was clear was the look of sudden understanding which flashed in Crane's eyes - a suspicion confirmed by whatever thoughts or feelings he saw projected from your wild eyes.

"Some of my former colleagues used to joke that attending my classes was a sport for masochists. You, little mouse, seem determined to embolden their claims."

"Let me go."

"Now? When you've just become so interesting? I see it, that flicker of delight which sparks when misery knocks. I know it. I've lived it, dear. You cannot hide from your kind."

"You're insane. You're seeing things which don't exist, Crane." You lie, his callout over your slight masochism making you defensive.

"It appears I can teach much but common sense is lacking. Oh well. Maybe further tuition will see you learn something."

Crouched beside you, his attention is piercing and pins you to the ground in such a way that you feel utterly trapped and vulnerable - the fierceness of his gaze only adding to the slight throbbing heat of arousal which teased at your skin through the anxiety.

"Some vigilante," Crane scoffs as he wipes his hand across the front of his costume, "damp as a whore at the thought of being debased by the very monster she is chasing."

The vulgarity catches your breath in your lungs. You had never heard him speak like this. Not as a professor. Not even in the few scant appearances and interviews which had appeared online over the years. Heat flares across your skin as the words sink deep.

"I'm not." You deny, continuing to lie through your teeth and determined not to give an inch. "You're sick and deluded."

"Really? Let's check."

His fingers slip past the waistband of your costumed pants and slide down through the curls of trimmed pubic hair which cover your mound before settling comfortably against their prize - fingertips quick to press through your dampened folds to the warm hole they hid away. Scandalised and struggling despite the lack of free movement your positioning afforded, you grunt and whine in discomfort as he freely cups his hand against your cunt.

"Have you fantasised about this since attending my classes?" There is a demand in his voice, one laced with a heated mockery which makes you flush as he continues to stroke his long fingers against your slit. "You would have been what- very early twenties? Is that how you ended up in such a dead-end, thankless role? Spent too long thinking about fucking your professor and too little on your studies?"

"N-no." Unable to use your hands, you squeeze your thighs together but it only adds to the pressure as his hand is gripped too tightly.

"Did you see my name plastered across the newspapers?” Crane continues. “See the brilliance of my toxin and my work? Are you secretly here to volunteer for one of my experiments, little mouse? I would be very happy to have you."

Genuine fear stabs at your chest. You had seen them, the few videos which the trashier news stations had managed to secure of the poor people who Crane has experimented on. Panicked, your heels scrape on the stone as you attempt to scramble away once more - this time backwards and away from his wicked hand.

It's a useless attempt, Crane's fingers easily pulling you back towards him as they remain greedily pressing between your legs - teasing the wettened skin there with a lazy certainty.

"Leaving so soon, little mouse? I thought you wanted my attention? A whole chase through a cornfield only to end up on flat your back with your legs spread in a filthy barn? Surely not a mistake on your part- perhaps I underestimated your original intentions?"

He rubs you as he speaks, his fingers teasing your folds and hole before sliding up to brush across your clit - hands angled in such a way that he's able to press just enough to spark sharp bolts of sensation up your spine with every slightly brush.

"No. You deserve to be taken in and sent to Arkham for what you've don- oh my god…"

Unable to really believe what is happening, you feel fresh shame as your knees widen to give him easier access as his fingers grow more damp with every passing moment; arousal betraying the more sensible, rational part of your brain as heat flares in both your groin and the pink of your slapped cheek.

You come undone around his fingers with a choking gasp, the thrill of pleasure spreading across your skin in waves as you tighten your thighs and feel the tremble in the flesh there.

As the pleasure passes, it leaves a cold sensation in its wake. Disgust, embarrassment, and hatred fill the void but you have no time act on the conflicting emotions as your eyes drop to Cranes groin while he falls to his knees and frees his cock from his costume.

"I don't see the harm in allowing you to fulfil your fantasy, little mouse." Crane grunts, one hand stroking his cock while the other pulls at your pants and underwear, exposing your soaked sex to the cold air of the barn. "In fact, it may satiate me enough to reconsider my use of you as a trial participant in my next toxin batch. In those early stages, I would hate to see a former students potential go to such waste."

Despite it all, you raise your ass and allow him to slip your clothing from you - a willing participant to your own downfall even if you were unwilling to admit it. From burgeoning vigilante to a panting mess, the irony was not lost on you that Crane was the one to reduce you to this; a man whose academic demands had left you close to tears more than once.

No one would ever need to know.

"Just fuck me." You demand, giving in to the pressing voices which called for something salvageable to come out of this horrible night. "Dr. Crane." You breathe his name with some contempt, unwilling to quite give in fully.

He doesn't answer but the vicious grin which lights up his narrow features is all the reply you need. Moving swiftly, his hands are cold against your thighs as they spread you wide so that he could enjoy his prize. "You lack the skill for vigilantism, little mouse. Admirable though your foolish efforts are, if you fell to me then you would never survive my less reasonable colleagues. This is a much better use of your time."

You had agreed to fuck him, not listen to him preach to you from between your legs.

Unable to move your hands, you instead use your foot. Bringing it up, you push at his lower back hard enough to make him fall forward a little as he remained on his knees. He takes the unsubtle hint in stride, returning his hand to your cunt as he sinks two of his fingers as deep as possible in a single swift motion. It's careless, rough, and so fucking good that you don't even care how obscenely wet the noise it creates is as you moan out your appreciation.

Still fresh from your first orgasm, the sensation of his fingers pressing against your sensitive skin is divine and you mourn the loss as he only pumps them within you for a minute before snatching them free, content with how prepared you were to receive him. In a flash, his hands lock around your hips and pull you almost flush to his groin as he lines the blunted, slightly flared head of his cock up with your hole.

Feeling the girth of him, you grit your teeth and slow your breathing. His two fingers had already been a little snug and you both gasp as he breaches your hole, the sensation making your head spin, and sinks his cock a few inches deep in one sharp push. The stretch is deliriously good, every slight motion pulling at your walls as Crane quickly shifts his hips to start building up a frantic rhythm.

His breath comes in short, sharp huffs as he thrusts away and the slight puffs of air are visible in the cold barn air. Your wrists ache with every movement, his hips driving into you and pushing your hands harder against the stone. It’s almost enough to make you cry out, the discomfort mixing with the chill making your skin quiver and tremble, but it’s made all the more bearable by just how focused Crane’s eyes are as they pierce into your own – drinking in every small whimper and twist of your lips.

With one hand gripping your hip so hard that you can feel his fingertips digging bruises into your covered hip, Crane keeps his other hand busy as he slides it up your costume. Thin fingers leave gooseflesh in their wake as they crawl up towards your chest, sliding over your stomach as his cock slows down for a moment. His palm cups the thick material of your bra, squeezing your tit roughly as his lip curls up at the corner, some unknown thought making him smirk. The squeeze is heady, making your hips roll against his cock as you wordlessly encourage him to continue.

Your mind flashes back to his lectures, to the assured confidence and utter disdain which he showcased in every interaction, and how that same man hung over you now – his intensity having only grown with his infamy. Tension growing tighter across your groin, you don’t bother attempting to hide your arousal as you willingly rock your hips up to meet him and kick your feet against his back to push him deeper.

He meets your aggression with his own, hand continuing to split its attention between your tits as he growls and grunts his way to his release. The scent of burlap cuts through the sex and you attempt to pull your gaze from his intense expression to get a closer look at his costume but a sharp growl from his throat snaps your eyes back to him. His irritation is clear and it catches your breath as you realise he needs you to look at him. He wants the attention. Wants your eyes on him as much as you want his on your own.

A particularly messy thrust is enough to push your over the dangerous edge which he had you straddling and your trapped fingers curl into the stone as you gasp and ride out the harsh pleasure. A huff breaks through the pitiful noises which escape your lips as you feel his cock twitch and the heat of his release pulses deep in your cunt – a fiery heat which sparks fresh panic in your chest as you realise what you’ve done.

“Dr. Crane-” You gasp out, eyes wide but body unwilling to respond to reason and you clamp down around his cock, taking everything he has as the aftershocks of your orgasm keep your legs feeling tense.

He doesn’t acknowledge you, instead snatching his attention from your face to tilt his head down and watch as he pulls his cock free of you. The noise is obscene and you immediately feel the chill of the cool air on your slickened skin as your hole clenches, missing the sensation of being filled as Crane neatly tucks his stained cock away and rises to fix his costume fully.

In the absence of a loving afterglow, a sense of shame and disgust fills your chest – a self-hatred which instantly causes your throat to churn as you feel just how wet you are due to the mixed releases.

"Pursue me or attempt to interfere in my work again and I will not be so kind, sweetheart." Crane announces, throwing the last word out with a mocking lilt that makes you hyper aware of his release at it continues to drip from you to the cold stone below. "Unless, of course, you are looking to continue your education in a way that only a woman like you would understand."

A woman like you.

A whore who spreads her legs to a monster responsible for causing the suffering of so many.

It is a comment which stings more than you would like to admit.

"May I suggest you flee home quickly.” Crane continues, reaching into his pocket to pull free the handcuff keys which he had detached from the cuffs linking your wrists. “Not all shadows in the city belong to the Scarecrow and I would hate to think of a former student becoming little more than a statistic."

He drops to one knee by your fallen figure and a smirk tilts his mouth as you flinch at the sudden, unexpected proximity. Before you can say anything, he pushes his head towards your own and his fingers are warm against your neck as he pulls your mouth tight against his. The taste of him is immediate; an obvious smoking habit lingering against his tongue as he takes what he wants from you once more.

So caught off guard by the forceful intimacy, you allow it.

Eyes wide, you see every fine line which maps his skin and you grunt in surprise as his free hand presses something sharp against your stomach. Glancing down to see the handcuff keys, you find yourself released from his grip as he gives you access to the freedom which he had denied thus far.

“Time to flee now, little mouse. The night will only grow darker and we both know what lurks within.”

The faux-concern which poisons his words ignites something within you as you recover from the kiss, firing up the irritation and self-hatred with such fervour that you cannot help your mouth move of its own accord as you snarl up at him.

"I hate you."

"Yes, I suppose you do. But you hate yourself even more for what happened here tonight. For your shortcomings. Your inability to maintain that righteousness which has no doubt inspired you. May I suggest a good therapist? Such failure and self-loathing will only lead to further destructive behaviours."

Mask abandoned and laying in a messy pile near your head, you don’t doubt for a moment that he can read the various emotions which whirl within your skull and shift your features as you watch him prepare to leave. He spoke the truth, you both knew it, but that didn’t take away the instinct to deny everything he said.

“Take heed, little mouse. This city will swallow you up whole if you let it. Fear drives people to actions which they would find abhorrent in the light of the day.”

“Like this?” You spit out with venom, glaring between his face and crotch.

Crane shrugs, drawing himself to his fullest height as he takes a step back from your body – visibly matching your movements by drawing his eyes between your furious expression and abused sex with a stony expression.

“Live with your choices, little mouse. As I live with mine.”

And with that, he disappeared through the barn doors without sparing a glance back at your prone figure. Now left alone, the pressing weight of how quickly events had spiralled makes you feel light-headed for a moment before you shake that feeling away and focus on getting the hell back to your apartment.

Aroused. Beaten. Cold. Used.

You were ready to go home and take a long hot shower. Indulge in something real before the inevitable mental toil took hold. Rolling to the side, you pick up the handcuff keys with aching fingers and set to work on releasing your hands so you can re-dress your lower half.

Live with your choices, little mouse.

Despite it all, he had been a surprisingly good fuck, and that knowledge was possibly more irritating than anything else which had occurred this night. He had even had to gall to suggest that he was open to further education if you sought him out.

Bastard.

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styluswritesdc · 29 days ago

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Rogues Headcanons for Vigilante Reader

no gender specified, TW: None, No smut, (general comic versions)

Part 1, (part 2, part 3)

Characters: Riddler, Scarecrow, Mad Hatter

Riddler/Edward Nygma

OH! someone's caught his attention!

as son as you stop a robbery of his or save a poor innocent who's only crime is being too inferior in intelligence to solve his riddles, he's got his eye on you

I mean come on! someone who can match his wit and they can best his goons physically? ideal!

batman gets boring after awhile and those silly birds of his hardly have the patience nor intellect for it

expect every riddle to mask a little flirt, innuendo or what have you. he wants to see you blush beneath that mask!

he almost smiles while you leap at him intending to strike (he loves it. you're a gorgeous warrior and he sees it play out in slow motion.

its like this (04:00)

expect a lot of titillating banter!

If batman or any of his sidekicks turn up he'll be oh so disappointed! where are you! and if you're with them even worse! he cant focus on you when he's getting beaten to a pulp now can he??

now he loves this game of cat and mouse, however he does want to know YOU. expect him to find your address and be knocking at your door with a bouquet and a charming smile.

Scarecrow/Jonathan Crane

at first you're just another pest. another wrench in his plans like the batman.

although.. this does present some interesting opportunities! a new mind to conquer, new fears to observe!

initially the only good thought he has is that you don't hit as hard as batman which is a nice change!

whether you refuse to give in to your fears or your determination to best him, you will gradually earn his respect.

this will be a painfully slow burn romance. expect plenty of back and forth and lots of walls to break down.

if you're allied with batman there's even more resistance from him

eventually he will be hesitant to use his toxin on you... he'll blame himself for going soft.

he'll tend to let you deal with his goons and merely flee at the sight of you. both to hide himself from you to prevent his feelings (or ailment as he refers to it as) from getting deeper, and also... he doesn't want this chase to end!

the master of fear has... a fear.

You! you're the opposition! you're aligned with the bat!! but he... "likes" you?? eurgh!

He'll keep his distance until one day you come home to find a shadow sitting in your armchair.

Mad Hatter/Jervis Tetch

oh joyous day!

you play along with him just like Alice would! regardless of your gender he will see you as such.

he does know that you aren't Alice but that's what you symbolise for him, he's the hatter after all.

despite your resistance to mind control and his schemes you treat him well, probably not wanting to rag on him too hard.. i mean he's pretty harmless.

he has moments of clarity where he merely wants to be in your presence.

orchestrating schemes that allow him to exchange words with you and spend time getting to know YOU, not your vigilante persona, before going into police custody. this will be a frequent occurrence

if you are partnered with the bat oh no no no, poor Alice has been captured! he's convinced its not of your own volition.

he'd be delighted if you would have a cup of tea and maybe a pastry with him! please do this willingly if you're interested in him!

he dreams of stealing you away to wonderland, one of these days, he might just do it.

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batman-dc-imagines · 1 year ago

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Incorrect quotes with the J Squad + (Name)

(Name): Yo is Jerome sleeping or dead?

Jon: Hopefully dead, I hated his guts.

Jervis: Yeah, so did I.

Jerome: Okay first of all, fuck you-

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(Name): *Screams*

Jerome: *Screams louder to establish dominance*

Jon: Should we do something?

Jervis: No, I want to see who wins

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(Name): Everyone, synchronize your watches.

Jerome: I don’t know how to do that.

Jon: I don’t wear a watch.

Jervis: Time is a construct.

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(Name): Can I be frank with you guys?

Jerome: Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help.

Jon: Can I still be Jon?

Jervis: Shh, let Frank speak.

(Name): I hate y’all.

Jervis: You don’t mean that, Frank.

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(Name), about Jerome: Apparently we’re getting someone new in the group.

Jon: Are we stealing them?

Jervis: New or used?

(Name): Wonderful responses, both of you.

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(Name): How did none of you hear what I just said?

Jervis: I’ve been zoned out for the past two and a half hours.

Jerome: I got distracted about halfway through.

Jon: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.

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(Name): Dammit, Jerome!

Jerome: What?! It wasn’t me!

(Name): Sorry, force of habit. Dammit, Jon!

Jon: Not me either.

(Name): Oh...Then who set the house on fire?

Jervis: *whistles*

(Name): JERVIS-

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*(Name) is cooking*

Jerome: Any chance that’s for me?

(Name): It’s for Jervis. I’m planning on making some bad choices tonight, and I need him on my side.

Jon: I never realized the forethought that went into being a disappointment.

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Jervis: I think (Name) was right.

Jon: I'm surprised they haven't marched in here to say 'I told you so.'

Jerome: They wouldn't do that.

(Name): You're right, Jerome. For once in your life, you're 100% right. I would never say that.

(Name): *turns around, the shirt they're wearing saying 'I told you so' on the back*

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Jerome, banging on the door: Baghead! Open up!

Jon: Well, it all started when I was a kid...

Jervis: No, he meant-

(Name): Let him finish.

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(Name): Have you seen Jerome around here?

Jon: Ugh, yes. He made a horrible mess of the blood fountain.

Jervis: It looks fine to me?

Jon: IT USED TO BE WATER!!!

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Jon: Why are (Name) and Jerome sitting with their backs to each other?

Jervis: They had a fight.

Jon: Then why are they holding hands?

Jervis: They get sad when they fight.

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gatorbites-imagines · 1 year ago

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Hey hi, I am so normal. About bane. Please can you do some more headcanons about him and a trans masc partner? Some wholesome fluffy ones please?

Bane x FTM reader

Headcanons

A shorty, since I’ve already posted most of my headcanons for this in part 1 :3c

Read part 1 here

The huge size difference means cuddling with Bane can be challenging at times. By that I mean, he rolls over at night and completely smushes you at times. Hes also the default big spoon when you cuddle, since you hang on his back like a small backpack when you do it.

This also means you lay on top of him a lot, imagine almost the scene in my neighbor totoro, except Bane is carefully reading a book as you scroll on your phone.

The times where he gets to lay with his head on your chest he just melts when you cradle him. You can’t really run your fingers through his hair most days, but Bane would turn into a puddle if you rubbed the back of his neck and massaged the sore muscles there.

Knows a whole lot about massages, since most of his muscles get sore from everything he does. Expect Bane to know how to turn you into melted butter with that skill. He also appreciates it when you try to massage him back, even if your hands are strong enough most times.

He wears the mask pretty much all the time, even when he sleeps or hes in the shower. It always gets a good cackle out of you to see him in casual clothes, just walking around in his mask and some funny print t-shirt and a pair of heart boxers.

Wouldn’t care if you preferred to sleep with or without a shirt on, depending on your dysphoria, all that matters to him is your comfort. Would get you some for different weather though if you did.

The kinda guy to wear a pride pin if you a comfortable with that. Who needs cops at pride when you got Bane? The bats are also there, and most other rogues honestly, they’re all parts of the fruit basket.

Would beat up a transphobe as stated before, but would also do some kind of psychological warfare on them because he’s smart enough to do that. You very much harm his image as a big scary bad guy, since its so clear to everyone there that he’s actually a great guy outside of, you know, everything else.

You visit him in Arkham whenever he’s locked up, the guards know to expect you. They learned pretty quickly to treat you with respect, since the ones that didn’t ended up… missing. Bane is happy to sit and listen to you talk about the boring aspects of your day when you visit.

You’ve dealt with the bats enough for them to be on first name basis with you. If you are on testosterone and got them from Bane, then they’ll supply them when he’s locked up. They’d do it when he isn’t too, but Bane likes supplying them for you.

You’ve convinced the bats to wait before taking Bane back to Arkham so you guys can go on a date or just watch a movie together. And depending on what he’s done, they’re likely to let it happen, you two are getting observed the entire time though.

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scarfacemarston · 8 months ago

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Harvey Dent & Two Face Fluff Alphabet

I promised I'd write this and here it is! It's long, but I'm writing for two people. I worked hard on this, so if you could note or reblog, it would mean everything to me! This has multiple ships mentioned including Harvey/Gilda, BruHarvey and a potential x reader. A - Affection (how do they show affection to their s/o)

He tends to fit all five love languages regarding how he shows affection. However, he is very physical, and heaps praise on his partner. He'll tell them how much they mean to them and everything he loves about them. He is very much so the romantic and will show up with flowers or surprise dinners out. Two Face shows love through gifts and sex. He tends to be either impersonal and nonchalant about gifts, or he can talk about how you deserve it but be a bit possessive because you're his partner.

B - Best Friend (what are they like as a best friend?)

Loyal to a fault. He's the type to drop everything he possibly can to help someone. He'd go to extra lengths and pull strings for people if he had to. He's a great person to lean on and gives excellent advice. Two Face actually has some of the same qualities, but it comes across as gruff or in between the lines.

C - Cuddling (do they like to cuddle? And how would they do it?)

Yes. One of Harvey's love languages is physical touch, but that changed a bit after the acid attack. He doesn't believe anyone wants to touch him and will stiffen if you do. Two Face insists that he hates anyone touching him - and he does, but with the right person, he absolutely melts. Harvey was very handsy with Gilda and loved cuddling in bed at night, in the early morning, watching TV, etc.

D - Domestic (do they want to settle down? How good are they at cooking and cleaning)

Harvey has always wanted a family in whatever way he can, whether with Gilda, Bruce, or another partner. He definitely wants the "traditional family" in terms of spouse of any gender, children, a safe house and pets. Harvey is perfectly able to cook and clean for himself. However, he did live the busy bachelor workaholic lifestyle, so his meals weren't always the greatest. It was whatever he could find quickly on the way home or leftovers. But he can cook! He loves cooking with his partner, even if food is more challenging to eat at this point in time. Harvey can sometimes be messy if he's working on a case and has an "organized" mess. Two Face isn't a slob and is likely to also have an organized mess at times, which can make things very confusing for others.

E - Ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Harvey would want to talk it out. He would be empathetic but very clear. He wants it to be amicable if possible. However, if you did something to him, Harvey could be just as cold as Two-Face can be. Two-Face is more blunt and to the point and can be callous. His attitude is more like, "When your time's up, it's up."

F - Fiancé (how do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Harvey absolutely wants to settle down and get married to a partner - if it's the right one. We see it in BTAS, and we see how seriously he takes commitment in the comics. Once the acid attack occurs, he doesn't think he'll ever have that chance again. It'll take a lot of convincing for him (AND Two-Face) to believe they're worth it. Harvey is more depressed, but Two Face is more bitter. Two Face is always ready for someone to be rid of him, so he'll do it first. Both can be part of a committed relationship, and Harvey would especially love it, but it'll take time and trust. I would say that Harvey would like to date a minimum of a year to two years before getting married, but if the moment feels right, he might pop the question earlier.

G - Gentle (how gentle they, both physically and emotionally?)

Harvey can be incredibly gentle and tender. He's not as sensitive as people sometimes paint him as, but he does feel things. Two-Face can be gentle. He's not always yelling or a raging bomb—he's far more nuanced than that. Harvey can be very soft-spoken and a genuinely calming individual to be around.

H: Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) Harvey didn't give a lot of people hugs outside of his closest friends before the attack. He didn't receive many, either, growing up. His mother was the only person he can remember hugging him. Sometimes, people would hug him on the campaign trail, but he still wasn't exactly a fan of it. However, it's a very different story with people he loves. He loves wrapping his arms around his partner from behind while working, cooking, cuddling, whatever. His hugs are always tight, secure, and safe. After the incident in the courtroom, he doesn't want or believe he deserves hugs. They make him and Two-Face very uncomfortable. He is more likely to stiffen or even push them away. However, people like Harley will jump and hug him anyway.

I: I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Harvey feels intensely. BTAS shows that he falls in love fast and hard. I don't think he was with Grace that long before proposing. We know he proposed to Pamela very quickly, but he was under the influence of her plant hormones, so that doesn't count. I would say that Harvey would try to wait for the right moment to declare his love, but the time could vary. Two Face… isn't the best at declaring his love. It comes across as rough and possessive, as seen in the comics. He'll say it, but he's more likely to find roundabout ways to show he cares.

J: Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

Yes, absolutely, Harvey and Two-Face get jealous. Just because Harvey is the nicer one doesn't mean he doesn't have his own issues. Some of him will be angst over it, but overall, he's more likely to grab his partner by the hand and give them the most passionate kiss. Two Face is more likely to grab his partner by the waist and glare menacingly while pulling you away from the situation. You're his partner.

K: Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you?)

Harvey kissed Gilda quite often, and if he had been with Bruce or another partner, it would have been the same. Now, it's very awkward for him. He feels very self-conscious. He'd ask why would you want to kiss him when he's missing half his lips? Two-Face would take it as a "See? They don't really love us."....but he can definitely be proven wrong. Harvey is passionate - often romantic, but not always. There's a fire to his kisses, and that fire returns once he feels comfortable again. Two-Face, again, is possessive and dominating. He doesn't hurt you, but it's definitely a "You're my partner and don't you forget it" type of thing. Harvey likes to kiss your neck because, as an added bonus, it usually leads to something more.

L: Little Ones (How are they with kids?)

I would imagine Harvey was great with kids. It was something he truly wanted with Gilda. I can see him not having an issue holding Jim or his co-worker's kids or babysitting any nieces or nephews he'd have. Two-Face doesn't hate kids, but he doesn't really want anything to do with them. He doesn't want the staring and the poking and prodding that kids do. However, I think it'd be possible for Two-Face to warm up to a kid…if the circumstances were right.

M: Mornings (How are mornings spent with them?)

Before the day in the courtroom, mornings were rushed. If he wanted to spend time with Gilda, he'd have to get up around 5:00 am, but he'd never want to wake her. It was usually him doing his morning routine for work, potentially remembering to grab a bagel, grab some coffee, whispering to Gilda that he loves her, and leave. On the weekends, he'd sleep in a bit, but his body would still get him up pretty early. He didn't mind it, but that doesn't always mean he'd get out of bed. Sometimes, the mornings would be spent cuddling, having sex, making a proper breakfast together, and talking about running errands or something fun they could do that day. After the courtroom incident, he began his crime spree and took on a more nocturnal routine. Good look, getting him up before 1 am or 2 am. He and Two-Face MIGHT concede to see you earlier, but that's not easy for him at this point.

N: Night (How are nights spent with them?)

With Harvey, he would work late into the night on case files or meet up with Jim and Batman. Again, he didn't sleep too often unless his body was about to give out. However, when his workaholic tendencies weren't getting to him, he'd try his best to be home by 6:00 pm and have dinner with Gilda. He didn't usually watch TV in the evenings - Gilda forbade the news, saying he had enough of that during the day………..BUT, he would watch reruns of Star Trek if he was feeling nostalgic or depressed. Sometimes, he'd read before bed, whether it was a law book, a mystery novel, or, surprising to some - a comic book. Sex was also on the table.

Afterward, he and Two-Face spend most of their nights planning heists, organizing crimes, figuring out how to deal with his opponents, avoiding the Bat, recruiting people to work for them, or dealing with the mob - something he still hates. He doesn't really do anything for fun. However, he and Two-Face drink and sometimes smoke - sometimes he visits the Iceberg lounge, but overall, it's still work, work, work. A romantic partner would HAVE to pull him and Two-Face away from their work, which would not be easy. However, the more they fall in love, the more they will set aside time for you.

O: Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) Despite Harvey being warm and personable, he was cautious not to reveal much about himself. He'd often deflect questions about himself to the other person. He is also very slow to reveal much to himself to friends or even romantic partners. Revealing bits about himself always made him anxious because he was ready for blowback. When is he going to be too much for the other person? Two Face is even more secretive about himself and has a similar idea to Harvey.

P: Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Harvey is often very patient. He had to focus on his goals and all the hurdles that got in his way. However, he's not infallible. Contrary to popular belief, Harvey has just as much anger as Two-Face; it just comes out slightly differently. Two-Face can be patient, but he's known for his hair-trigger temper for a reason.

Q: Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every detail in passing, or do they kind of forget? ) Harvey and Two-Face have a great memory. Part of it was from their law days of remembering all sorts of laws and stipulations as well as complex case files. His job was to be detail-oriented and notice what could be easily missed. That said, it is canon that Harvey sometimes forgot holidays. Two Face is actually quite good with his memory and reading people as well. Both get it from dealing with criminals and remembering grudges or allies.

That said, it can be used for "good" in intrapersonal relationships. They won't forget your birthday or anniversary, your favorite color, or how you got that scar.

R: Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

It's predictable and maybe a bit lame, but the moment you told them that, you not only accepted them but loved THEM. The two of you had been cuddling on the sofa, sitting quietly, enjoying some movie you were only half paying attention to when you said it sleepily to them. They didn't think they heard you right. Two Face simply figured you meant Harvey only. But then you clarified, and despite the pain it gave him, Harvey and Two-Face smiled genuinely with a tenderness only you could see. Two Face loved watching you tell of the Penguin for insulting him. It was both hilarious and heartwarming ----even if he did have to boost security around you for a while.

With Gilda, It was when she told him to pack a weekend bag and get in the car. He was immediately suspicious but followed her directions only to see that she had rented a cabin for them in the woods, but not far outside of a picturesque town. The two split their time between hiking and fishing (Which they sucked at), having sex, and playing tourist in the town. It meant so much to him that someone A. took control (he loved that about Gilda, and he would love that in any relationship.) B. Cared so much about him that they gave everything up.

S: Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) Harvey and Two-Face are both very protective, verbally and physically. They know how to fight with their fists and are incredibly gifted with their guns. They're also fearless. Verbally, it's effortless for them to tell someone off or make someone wither under their words.

They will NOT let anything happen to you, or else they'd punish themselves for the rest of their life. As for him being protected, being loyal is good enough for him. Sticking up for him or supporting him is also huge. Is it obvious? Yes, but it's something he has so little of.

T: Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, and gifts?)

Harvey puts an incredible amount of effort into dates, anniversaries, and gifts. HOWEVER, sometimes he has to make up for dates or anniversaries because of his work. He would never intentionally miss something that important. He's a very thoughtful gift-giver. He doesn't believe in buying people's affection, but he does want to treat them from time to time, so expect nice but thoughtful gifts! He can be a bit of a traditionalist in that he will bring flowers to his partner on date night or just because he can. Two Face remembers dates well, but he is more likely to have the attitude of "Yeah, I got you something. No big deal" in a devil-may-care type of way.

U: Ugly (What would be a bad habit of theirs?)

Besides his anger boiling up at in opportune moments or lack of sleep, I would say clenching his jaw. It gives him a lot of tension headaches. Two Face also clenches his jaw, but he grinds his teeth a lot too.

V: Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Harvey knows he's handsome but prefers not to dwell on it. He hates the idea that he's a "pretty boy lawyer." He wants people to focus on him as a lawyer and his accomplishments—not his looks. That said, he is always well put together and has high standards for himself, even as Two-Face.

W: Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

No. He wouldn't. However, he and Two-Face would convince themselves that they are fine with being alone and that they deserve it. Whether it's Gilda or the reader, Harvey will pine for them, and their partner will always have a place in his heart, even years later.

X: Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

Harvey is a fantastic singer. He could be quite the crooner and sings a lot of songs that are Frank Sinatra and Rat Pack-esque. It's like you stepped into the 50s. He also appreciates a lot of Motown music.

Z: Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Harvey is an insomniac. It's something he's always struggled with. Part of it is physiology, but part of it was his attempt to avoid nightmares. This carries on after the acid attack. It was something else that gave him and Two-Face night terrors. Plus, he deals with chronic pain as a result of the acid attack, age, stress, and fighting. Additionally, he gets pounding headaches, and his bad eye brings him a lot of pain.

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plush4bunny · 21 days ago

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This can't be a coincidence. Your costume couldn't possibly match his perfectly out of the blue. And yet, his black suit with swirling patterns of red and his ornate, blood-red mask gives the impression to the onlooker that you came to the party together.

- scene from @chrism02’s 4th chapter from their Oswald Cobblepot (Alfred Molina fancast) x reader fanfic called “Quid pro quo”

#alfred molina #fancast #oswald cobblepot #oswald cobblepot x reader #Chrism02's Oswald Cobblepot #the penguin batman #batman the animated series #btas #the new batman adventures #tnba #gotham rogues #batman villains #fanart #dc fanart #character design #illustration #digital drawing #illustrator #artists on tumblr

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hxney-lemcn · 1 year ago

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Affections + First Kiss — General! Scarecrow, Riddler, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Catwoman x gn! reader

summery: affection and first kiss headcanons.

tw: mentions of abuse (physical and verbal), mentions of toxic dynamics

a/n: I've never wrote headcanons for multiple characters in one thing before, so enjoy! I love them all.

wc: 2k

Master List

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Scarecrow

❥Jonathan wasn’t used to a kind touch. Being bullied growing up, being beaten by the bat. No, all he knew was the harsh touch of a fist. The relentless shoves. The purpling of bruises that always showed after. The red blood that would drip from his nose. The burning hatred that steadily grew towards those who wronged him.

❥So when you came into his life, he would flinch if you raised a hand. He would unconsciously back away. The warmth in his heart that you stirred was unusual to him, a feeling he’s never felt towards anyone. He was used to the bitterness after an interaction, not longing.

❥You eased him into it. Only when you two started dating did he ever think twice about your touch. He knew you held back your affections. He watched you lift a hand up, only to bring it back down to your side. And to Jon, that meant the world. He felt relief when you didn’t push him into uncomfortable territory, and he respected you all the more for it.

❥Although a part of him wished you would hold him. Touch him. He wondered if your skin felt as soft as it looked. Though he also feared that your touch would sting, and the comfort you brought would be no more. No, he would never reach out first.

❥Starting out slow, he let you hold his shoulder. No matter how careful you’ve been for however long, you slipped slightly. It was a gesture not many think twice about. Holding onto someone's shoulder as you look over them, holding onto them for balance. It was only when you felt him tense under you, his ramblings pausing, that you realized your mistake. Yet, Jon had only reassured you that you did nothing wrong.

❥Having realized that Jon seemed to open your touch, you continued. Lightly brushing your hands, shoulder touches, even just sitting closer. It was like you were single handedly rewiring Jon’s brain, teaching him that not all touch hurts. That he too deserves a kind hand. The flinching had dulled, and he would even look forward to you being near him.

❥So when you finally got to kiss him? He was a dead man. You got him hook line and sinker. I hope you weren’t expecting to leave him any time soon, because after you opened him into a world of warm affection, he doesn’t want to let go.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Riddler

❥Touch is a big no no. Similar to Jonathan, Edward had been bullied from a young age. Teased and ridiculed, shoved and hit. If not from his peers, then from his own father. His world was cruel for as long as he could remember. In fact, his brain started to warp, perceiving the hits as a form of love, no matter how hard he tried to deny it.

❥Edward Nygma is a touch starved man. He longs for the comforts others seem to get so seamlessly. Yet at the same time, he doesn’t want anyone touching him. Tap his shoulder if you dare.

❥You were no different, at first. You quickly caught on to his distaste of touch when he reprimanded someone for getting a little too friendly with him. But you managed to weasel your way into his estranged heart. With how respectful and kind you were, he quickly found himself ensnared with your affection. Even hands free you managed to boost his ego and make him feel, should he dare say, loved for. You gave him praise that he had longed for, which earned you a seat right by his side.

❥It was also partly to keep a closer eye on you. Part of him preened at your praise, and another was weary. Why were you so kind? He was a well known criminal, he knew better than to just believe you were doing it out of the kindness of your heart. Y’know the saying, keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

❥I honestly don’t know how you deal with it. He always tries to catch you off guard with a riddle or puzzle. He pushes you away by ridiculing you and belittling you. Yet you won’t stop. You keep spilling his praises, and it’s so baffling to him. Yes, he is the smartest man in the world, but you managed to become a riddle. Good luck now.

❥When you first touched him, it was an innocent hug. He had managed to pull off a heist and got away from Batman without a scratch! Of course he had no doubts about his success, you didn’t either. When he got back to the hideout, you were clapping while singing his praises. Edward felt on top of the world, adrenaline rushing through his veins. When your arms wrapped around him, your scent clouding his thoughts, your warmth leaching into him, he found himself reciprocating.

❥Now, whether your dating or you’re just friends, it matters little to the green clad man. You had given him a taste of a touch he’s always longed for. And he realized that he’s more comfortable around you than he’d like to admit. He never reaches out first, but he’ll never turn you down if you want to hold his arm.

❥His teasing towards you turns lighter, just as his heart feels. So when you finally seal the deal with a kiss, he’ll make sure you never slip through his fingers.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Harley Quinn

❥She will smother you with affection right out the bat. Hugs, hand holding, kisses, you name it. You don’t even have to date her for her to leave a smooch on your lips. Harley Quinn easily trusts people, and you’re no exception. She finds comfort in touch, so why should she deny herself it? She also finds it expresses her genuine affection for you in ways she couldn’t verbalize.

❥If you don’t like PDA, please tell her right away. She doesn’t understand it, I mean why wouldn’t you want to show your love to the world? But she also doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable, so if you wanna keep it behind closed doors, she’ll try her best. But don’t be too surprised if she sneaks in a little smooch or hug if no one’s looking.

❥Harley Quinn is one of the most affectionate rogues out there. But it’s not always sunshine and rainbows with her. She had been in a seriously abusive relationship, and you have to help her remember that she doesn’t have to walk on eggshells around you. That no matter the argument, you won’t raise your hand to strike her. It takes her a long time to come out of that headspace, if ever. It’s a good thing you’re by her side to help coax her into healthier practices.

❥If we want to get a little darker, Harley may try to treat you like the Joker treated her. It’s scary to see her go from bubbly to dark. Her features twisted into a wicked sneer as she asks that you’ll never leave her. That no matter what, you’ll always love her. During these moments, you gotta stand up for yourself. She’s trying to gain a sense of control she never felt in her previous relationship, and you have to make her snap out of it. When she comes to and realizes what she just did, the look of utter terror in her eyes is the most heart wrenching thing. She’ll sob, pleading that she didn’t mean to, that she never wanted you to go through that, that she’s terrified of becoming him.

❥Please hug her, kiss her, squeeze her gently. She loves it. All Harley wants is to be loved and to love, and getting affection shows her how genuine you are and is the biggest comfort for her. Feeling your warmth, feeling the softness of your skin, it brings her peace.

❥The first time you made the first move to kiss Harley, she nearly did a backflip. Her little sugar plum made the first move! I hope you didn’t have anything planned, because Harley won’t let you go for the rest of the day.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Poison Ivy

❥I’m not sure how you weren’t just killed or turned into one of her goons. She’s not one for humanity. She keeps a sharp eye on those who dare tread into her territory. There’s no way to beat around it. She drugs you, finding out what your true intentions are. It has to be something she deems worthy enough to keep you around. She barely puts up with Harley as it is.

❥Once you gain your free will again, you have to continuously prove your loyalty. Of course she can guarantee it herself if she has to, but you’ve managed to catch her eye. So prove your worth to her, prove that her interest in you isn’t just a mistake. It will take a long time. She’s been wronged one too many times, and she won’t make that mistake again.

❥Even if you manage to gain her trust, she won’t drop her walls around you. Though she’s a bit nicer. Ivy knows that a person works better with praise, but she also means it deep down. She doesn’t say what she doesn’t mean, so don’t take her words for granted. Not that you really can when her perfume scent always seems to cloud your senses.

❥You let Ivy make the first move when it comes to touch. For a seductress, she won’t touch you if she doesn’t have to. Not to mention the toxins that fill her blood. Who knew if one tap on her shoulder meant your certain doom…but maybe that was a bit of the thrill you loved when being by her side. Though you’ve seemed to find a small soft spot in her heart, right next to Harley Quinn. She wouldn’t tell you that though, best to leave you on your toes lest you get too comfortable.

❥After going so long without a single touch from the green goddess, when she started playing with your hair, you found yourself seizing up. Ivy brushed her fingers through it so gently, yet all you could wonder is if it was finally over. If she grew bored of you, or if she started to find you bothersome. But her gentle reassurances lulled you. Her warm voice and gentle hands relaxed you. It was then that you realized her affections for you ran deeper than she led on.

❥You’re first kiss was electrifying. That underlying thrill that your life was held in her hands. That she killed men with the very action she committed tenderly with you. Yet deep down you knew she wouldn’t hurt you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Catwoman

❥It's not easy catching her attention. She won’t settle for less than perfection. She is catwoman after all, she has a reputation to uphold. So when she looked at you, and I mean really looked at you, she decided why not have a little fun? Whether you’re a villain, anti-hero, vigilante, or civilian, she’ll take time out of her busy schedule to drop by.

❥She likes to give mixed signals. It keeps you far enough for her to feel in control, yet it also satiates her hunger. She’ll lean in real close, only to grab something from behind you type of beat. She loves to watch you become a stuttering mess, but she doesn’t mind if you banter back. It’s all a part of the fun.

❥No matter how close you seem to get, you’re somehow still a mile away from Selina. She slips away from your affection without you even realizing it. She always turns the moment into a suggestive one. If she left it tender, then it would be too real. It takes time for her to warm up to you and really trust you.

❥If anything, the first kiss happens before anything truly tender. The kiss catches you both off guard, neither sure who started it. Selina tries to wrap it into something that doesn’t make her heart stutter. Tries to turn it suggestively like she always does, but with the way you tenderly hold her cheeks, she feels herself melt. Finally, she succumbs to these feelings you managed to stir within her, and she isn’t sure if she wants to thank you or curse you out. Maybe she’ll settle for a dinner, tab on you of course.

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nxtaliaistyping · 9 months ago

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I also think that the Riddler would like a dumb reader that strokes his ego/praises him.

The Riddler + dumbification

Authors note: I love the way you think anon, I’ve been in such a riddler mood lately, I think it’s cause I’m replaying Arkham knight and I love hearing him degrade me

18+ nsfw, degradation, gn reader, facefucking

Sure, he loves to be intellectually challenged and stimulated. To be distracted from the endless dimwits of the Gotham City population, and perhaps on occasion you can provide that for him.

But he can't deny, dumbing you down does have its appeal. It strokes his ego to have a pretty thing like you looking up at him with nothing behind your eyes but sheer adoration. To know that he's the center of your whole world, your whole existence.

"I would explain what I was up to today, but i'd hate to fry that empty mind of yours." he explains, condescension dripping from his tone.

He has you on your knees, while he manspreads on the sofa so you can rest your cheek on his green pant leg. A gloved hand idly strokes your cheek, and he smirks at how you gaze up at him with wide eyes.

"You happy down there?" he asks, tapping your cheek when you just nod.

"Mhm, so good. Love being down here."

"And why is that darling?" he asks, adjusting himself as he prepares for your answer.

He hums as you praise him, and he basks in your pathetic whimpers of glorification. You tell him how handsome you think he is, but it isn't enough. Gripping your jaw tightly, he speaks.

"Yes yes, my aesthetic qualities are second to none. But do you really think that's all I want to hear?"

He can see the cogs attempting to turn in your brain, and he laughs coldly at you. But you quickly start to explain,

"You're the smartest man in Gotham."

At that utterance, his smirk widens. "Oh? Please, tell me more."

But you can't keep up with his request when he has his cock down your throat, moving you up and down by your hair. Your glassy eyes just make you more lovely to him, demonstrating just how much you're debasing yourself.

"That's it, not a thought in that head is there?" he groans out, the sloppy sounds of your saliva coating him being music to his ears. "Just concentrate on doing a good job, it's not like you have any other purpose."

You choke around him, not that it makes him slow down, before he cums down your throat with a loud moan, forcing you to swallow every bit of his load.

The look on your face when you pull off...if only Edward could take a picture, how submissive and empty headed you seem. Perhaps next time.

But he gets you on his lap, drawing an orgasm out of you from his skilled fingers before he gets hard again. This time, he bends you over and slides into you effortlessly, his cock filling you up completely.

“Fuck, go dumb for me.” He demands you, fucking you roughly as he uses you. Pulling your hair, he looks at you as your head tilts back. “Look at you, mind completely gone. But that’s okay, isn’t it doll? Yeah it is…I’ll do the thinking for us both, you just keep being dumb and pliable for me.”

There’s not much you can do apart from whine loudly, clenching around him as your eyes almost cross. He squishes your cheeks together as you do, and if you could see yourself your embarrassment would be overwhelming. But you can’t, you can’t see anything apart from him. Always him.

“Take it. Take what I give you.”

Clumsily pleasuring you at the same time, he draws another orgasm out of you, making you gasp and moan relentlessly as your body twitches. But Edward isn’t done yet, so he keeps pounding away into your tight hole, completely using you.

When he cums for a second time, he grunts and buries himself to the hilt inside you. He stays like that for a while, catching his breath and swimming in the sensation of your submission and debauchery. Pulling out, he presses two fingers inside of you to keep his seed from spilling out.

“Keep it inside. It’s a gift from a superior intellect, you’d do well to be grateful.”

At you dazed nod, he grins and pats your cheek with his other hand. Rendering you stupid was always his favourite.

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riddled-with-fear · 3 months ago

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Lucky Me

A short, fluffy Gotham Edward Nygma x reader! I've been dying to write for this version of Eddie! and Yes, I know the riddle towards the end has been used to death but it's so cute, idk I couldn't help it lol.

Pairing: Edward Nygma (Gotham) x reader

Word Count: 387

Summary: Edward works up some courage to confess his feelings for you.

CW: None! just fluff! MDNI anyways!

Edward had been uncharacteristically quiet as of late. Usually you could never get him to stop speaking but now you’re lucky if he tells you a riddle.

You looked up from your mountain of paperwork and saw him pacing by your open office door. Every other pass he would glance in.

“Is everything ok, Eddie?” You threw in his nickname, something only he let you do. A recent development in your work relationship with him.

Though, you wanted more. You desperately wanted to be friends outside of the GCPD, and, maybe, if luck had your side, more than friends.

He finally stopped pacing and stood in the doorway.

“Hmm?”

“I asked if you were ok.”

“ Oh… yes, just you know. Work.” He gave a half-hearted smile, a smile he usually reserved for his coworkers he clearly thought less of.

Edward still stood in the doorway of your tiny office.

“Work pertaining to me… or?” You questioned, getting up and walking around your desk to face him better. You leaned against your desk, crossing your arms awaiting an answer from Edward.

Edward fumbled with his own fingers, a slight sweat had built up on his brow. He finally scrounged up enough courage to speak, although he couldn't manage to look at you, “I’d like… I’d like to, to court you-DATE! I’d like to date you, erm, I… I’ll just. Yeah. I’ll shut up-“

“-court me then, Mr. Nygma.”

Edward stopped his blabbering and finally made eye contact with you, “You… you’d like to?” A rosy hue now dusted his cheeks.

You stepped closer to him, gently placing a hand on his warm cheek, an action that seemed to ground him, “I would love nothing more.” You smiled at him.

“Good-“ Edward cleared his throat, “I mean, great!”

You reached for his hands sensing how nervous he was still, “why don’t you stop back by around… oh I don’t know, Five-Thirty? You can take me to dinner.” You half teased.

Edward smiled, giving your hands a slight squeeze, “Riddle me this; What’s a fruit, but also on the calendar?”

“Hmmm, humor me Eddie.” You smiled at him.

“It’s a date!” He pulled away from you and giddily left your office.

You couldn’t help but giggle as you watched him leave. Perhaps luck was looking out for you after all.

#edward nygma #the riddler #Edward Nygma x reader #gotham riddler #gotham edward nygma #gotham edward nygma x reader #gotham x reader #fluff #fluffy oneshot #riddler x reader #gotham riddler x reader #gotham rogues #gotham 2014 #dc fanfic

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arjudy224 · 9 months ago

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The Intern: Outreach Gala

Another uneventful day for Gotham's environmental intern...

The Intern: Gotham x reader

Prequel: Death of a family

The Intern: Day one

The Intern: The Laughing Fish

The Intern Field Trip

The Intern: Busy Work

The Intern: Outreach Gala

The Intern: Teachers Pet

The Intern: Visiting an old friend

The Intern: Chemical Valley

The Intern: Billionaire Boys Club

Gotham's public library appears unrecognizable under the cloak of night. Broad leaves shroud the outside exterior of the Gothic pillars while ivy cascades down the large door frames. Harris raises an eyebrow.

"How many forests do you think Wayne destroyed in his quest to save the planet?" He questions with a smirk.

Each grey hair is perfectly gelled out of his face. Ditching his glasses for the occasion, Dr. Harris may actually care about tonight's guests. The bouncer outside the door seemed to think the dress code was not a laughing matter.

Taking his extended arm, I roll my eyes. The security guy nods to the two of us as we walk through the door.

"Professor, if you keep saying things like that Gordon's going to question your stances on Gotham's resident Eco-terrorist. " I whisper with a smile. "....but at least 12."

Thanks to the joint collaboration between Wayne Industries, Goth-corp, and the Gotham Department of Environmental Protection. Gotham City is hosting its first Environmental Outreach Gala for the nearby tri-state area.

My heart flutters a little bit as a realization hits me. I’m actually here… surrounded by giants in clean energy and the scientific community alike. Award-winning journalists... All for the future of our planet. Passing my reflection, I smile thinking of how far I’ve come from that little river rat back at home.

A figure in the corner of my eye draws my thoughts away from the Grandma debrief. Dick Grayson, the Billionaire’s son, charms the group of ladies by his side. I take a mental note to find time to talk to him when there isn’t such a big crowd. It's been a long time since we last spoke.

The walls echo with the idle chatter coming from the rich socialites of Gotham. Waiters in tuxedos maneuver silently with a tray of champagne flutes in each hand. Considering, that most environmental professionals wear cargo pants from the early 2000s to work... the dress code was definitely a choice. I scan the room for familiar faces. Gordon flashes me a smile from across the room. I nod back. The Mayor works his way around the room with a large smile. It must be an election year.

My throat gets tight. I'm not ready for this. Looking to my right, I find that Dr. Harris has vanished into the crowd.

"Y/N L/N?" A voice calls distracting me from my nerves.

A well-dressed man strolls over. Something about him puts me on edge. Maybe it's his wicked smile or the large emerald ring on his outstretched hand. He walks with an easy air of confidence.

"Lex Luthor."

My heart does a little tap dance in my chest. The tight fabric of my rental dress makes it hard to breathe. I shake his hand politely. The party-goers go quiet around us. From the corner of my eye, Lois Lane, an investigative reporter from Metropolis, shoves through the crowd. So much for being a fly on the wall.

"I recently worked with a Professor of yours. She had a lot to say about your graduate proposal."

This cannot be happening. Memories of those long fights in the lab flash in the back of my mind. Mr. Luthor's cat-like gaze observes my reaction curiously.

I cover my face in embarrassment. That woman deserves hate mail. I could have at least been asked to type or spell-check it beforehand.

"To be frank, I originally chose the topic to get a rise outta her. Dr. Hendrix had me doing dishes for 3 weeks straight after I accidentally messed up a sample, so I wrote a proposal I knew she wouldn't like."

When I finally uncover my face, Luthor stares down at me with an amused grin.

"Even so. I'd like to discuss potential funding opportunities in Metropolis. If this is something you would think up out of boredom, I'd love to see what you can do when you put your mind to it."

That brings a smile to my face.

"Really? Everyone who I've brought it up to has been apprehensive about researching Kryptionian radiation.

"We need more scientists to ask questions Ms. L/N. Even the ones, that people don't want to know the answer to. "

The sullen green glow draws my eye once again to Mr. Luthor's ring finger... Wait, that's not an emerald. That's Kryptonite.

"Is this a personal interest of yours?" I ask slowly glancing between his eyes and his ring.

"In some ways."

An unspoken conversation occurs when he notices my acknowledgement of his strange choice of jewelry. The silence only creates more questions. Why would you wear something you know is irradiated?

"I hope to hear from you soon." Mr. Luthor concludes after handing me a business card, "There is always a spot at Lexcorp for a future scientist with your talents."

I stand there in silence watching him leave. The sleek modern design of the card lists only the bare essentials: his name, office address, and contact information in silver lettering.

Four hours ago, I was hauling boxes for the decorating committee. Huh. A nearby waiter offers a champagne flute from the tray. Respectfully, I turn them down. This dress costs more than my rent.

“Oh no. Thank you. I am… working.”

"Does work-life balance not apply to interns?” A voice interrupts.

I try not to roll my eyes at the "intern" comment. The constant reminders of my status are getting old. Starting at his perfectly buffed dress shoes, my gaze drags along the fabric of his black designer suit. Dick Grayson sure does like to make an entrance. With his dark curls and friendly blue eyes, his familiar smile knocks over my defenses. Sipping on his drink, he waits for my response with a teasing grin. His energy is contiguous. I ignore his question to ask my own instead.

“Has anyone told you that you tend to appear out of nowhere?”

His striking eyes light up with a mischievous glint.

“You have no idea.” He laughs, "It's nice to see you back in Gotham. It's been a long time."

"It has. From the rumors, you have been up to quite a bit of trouble." I joke gesturing to the envious eyes from across the room.

He raises a curious eyebrow.

“Good things I hope?”

Glancing around the room, I ignore the dozen eyes staring daggers in my direction. Academia can be such a bitch.

“Nothing too crazy: a few murders, unfounded accusations, and you might be an alien?”

Dick grimaces while tilting his head ever so slightly. He swirls his drink, yet doesn't take a sip.

“Sounds about right. Anything you believe? “

I pause... Do I play coy?

“I’m not sure an alien could do a quadruple summersault.”

Something flashes in his eyes that I don’t quite understand. For a moment, I wonder if I should have held my tongue. His suspicion morphs into the first genuine smile I've seen all evening.

“You’ve kept tabs on me Y/N.”

Before I can respond, a scream causes the ballroom to descend into chaos. Vines shoot out from under the floorboards while the native plants start attacking the guest. A woman with flaming red hair paces the floor. Her vines wrap around each person one by one…. A thorny bush springs out of a fallen leaf snagging my delicate rental dress.

Dammit Pamela. We talked about this.

Glancing at the bartender's horrified expression, I frown.

“I change my mind. I’ll have that drink now.”

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