#yandere tnba

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I LOVE how you write the Riddler, really soft for a yandere. If you're willing, could you please from the alphabet do D, E and I for him? I'm starving,,, thank you.

Thank you, I'm so glad you like it! Soft yanderes are my favorite <3 hope you like these ^^

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D - Depraved: Does your yandere have a shrine? (If so, what's on it?)

I don't think Ed is really the type to have a dedicated shrine, though I do think he'd have keepsakes of yours around his work area or on his person. Pictures of you, writings or doodles you may have made that he was able to snatch up (maybe even saved out of the trash), pieces of clothing that he was able to cut or rip off… You know, normal stuff! Little things to sate him while he couldn't be with you.

I can also see him considering the crimes he committed in your names as a sort of ‘shrine to your love’.

E - Erratic: How unpredictable are they? How quick are mood changes?

Ed prefers sticking to plans when it comes to his crimes, but he can be prone to unpredictability when it comes to social interactions, typically. He can be prone to paranoia and reading into things. Inconsequential words or even a change in tone or expression could be suddenly seen as slights or insults against The Riddler, which can lead to explosions of anger and accusations of betrayal towards civilians, the authorities, Batman, or in the latter case, his hired help. 

But with you, Riddler feels at ease. Any paranoia is soothed by your presence. With you, he feels so at ease. So right. His equal. His match. His soulmate! Any desperate need for validation is quelled by you. Even if you argue and fight with him, he'd know it's not anything you have against him - well, not really. It's not your fault you've been lied to! You'll understand that you and he were meant to be after he helps you unlearn all the horrible things the idiots of this city have force-fed you.

After all, if you weren't perfect for one another, why did he feel so safe and secure with you?

I - Intimacy: How intimate are they with their darling?

Ed is so touch-starved it's not even funny. He never wanted to be separated from you! Be prepared to be basically smothered in affection. Hugging, cuddling, nuzzling, smothering you in kisses - everything he's missed out on, he wants to finally make up for. All his time spent waiting for the perfect partner is finally worth it now that you're here! And as stated above, he won't get angry if you don't reciprocate. You're just confused, it's okay. 

Any attempts at fighting him or cursing him out will just lead to him cooing to you condescendingly as he ties you up in restraints so you can calm down… Though, he may not be able to hold back from being affectionate before you're done with your time-out. He just adored you so much! You know, exposure therapy is a very effective treatment for aversions, and this would be the perfect opportunity to show how wrong all those fools in this cesspool of a city were.

[madnessreruns]

What are the creepiest things yandare! BTAS and yandare! TNBA Scarecrow will do to or for their (gn) s/o?

The Creepiest thing Yandere! BTAS! Jonny and Corpsecrow would do for or to their s/o

Note: these are short, just like a handful of hcs

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Btas!

To their S/O?

He’d definitely play into your fears to manipulate you into leaving someone, particularly a partner.

He’d scare you into going to him, he’d make you fear everyone else but him, making him seem like a savior, someone who loves you unconditionally, and while that’s true, he makes it seem much less creepy as it actually is.

For his S/O?

Everything. He’ll torture, manipulate, murder, kidnap, steal, destroy, he’d do anything for his S/O.

Whatever you think is creepy, he’d do for you, as long as you love him.

His favorite is to torture those you hurt and be around you. If you find that creepy, then prepare to be creeped. He loves to sit you in his lap, while your ex-friends, your previous partners, anybody else whose hurt you, screams in despair and pain.

Corpsecrow

To his S/O?

He’s much more into the fear thing then BTAS, so he’s not against intimidating you into being with him. He’d hurt those around you, even if they love you, and you love them.

You want your parents to stay safe yes? You want your friends to keep their heads, and your partner to continue to keep their organs? Then submit yourself to him. He does not like your rebellious nature.

For his partner?

As said above, he’s not past to drive those around you insane for you. He wants you to love him, and it killing thousands is the way, then consider him a mass murderer.

He loves to do big, flashy things for you. He loves to wash the walls with the blood of those you hate, he loves to make a statement. You are his, and he is yours, he will make sure the entirety of Gotham knows your his.

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Can you do hcs for TNBA Joker with a partner who's been with him since before his chemical accident?

Tnba Joker x reader who is his partner before the accident

Gn!reader, also last line is a bit yandere

So hes out getting money with taking part in crimes and you probably know about this.

But one day he doesnt come home and you get a bit worried until a white skinned man with black eyes enters your home

At first ur scared ofc, but as you hear the familiar voice just more mutated you realizes who he is.

You jump to hug him saying you were worried for him.

Hes just glad ur accepting him and didn't left him.

He trusts you with how you know about who he really is but he'll want to forget about his past. He'll ask you to call him Joker from now on. And he'll be wearing purple with a flower that has toxin in it.

Now you know how good he is with science and drawing plans, that include jokes of course

He'll be the same just so much more possessive and much more powerful.

He'll have his goons watch out for you.

He loves you dearly. He'll give you anything and everything you wish for, in return he'll want ur endless love and affection.

He'll often lay his head on ur lap, enjoying the feeling of ur fingers brushing trough his hair.

Just keep his identity a secret and he wont have to lock you away to keep you forever

[make-your-own-evil]

Who I write for + Requests

Slashers:

Chapter Stories:

Wattpad: Man-Eat-Man World: A Texas Chainsaw Massacre Fanfic

AO3: Man-Eat-Man World: A Texas Chainsaw Massacre Fanfiction

Michael Myers (1978)

Domestic!Michael Myers Headcanons

Yandere!Michael Myers Headcanons

Slashers with Truck-Driving S/O Headcanons

Freddy Krueger (1984)

Jason Voorhees (1980s)

Slashers with Truck-Driving S/O Headcanons

Bubba Sawyer (Leatherface)

Slashers with Truck-Driving S/O Headcanons

Comforting Reader Through Meltdown

S/O with a hand kink

Bubba meeting his S/O's single mother

Bubba and S/O with a child from a past relationship

Sawyer Bros. Sleep Headcanons

Nubbins Sawyer

S/O with a hand kink

Sawyer Bros. Sleep Headcanons

Chop Top Sawyer

S/O with a hand kink

Sawyer Bros Sleep Headcanons

Drayton Sawyer

Yandere!Drayton x Willing!Reader

Angsty!Drayton Headcanons

Billy Lenz (1974)

Slashers with Truck-Driving S/O Headcanons

Brahms Heelshire (2016)

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Painting Vincent's nails

Lester Sinclair

Chucky (Charles Lee Ray)

Tiffany Valentine

Norman Bates (Anthony Perkins)

Pyramid Head

Gotham Rogues

Scarecrow ( Arkham Asylum, Arkham Knight, BTAS, TNBA, Dark Knight)

BTAS!DorkSquad x TimeTraveler!S/O

BTAS!DorkSquad!+Penguin with Sleepwalking!S/O

BTAS!DorkSquadxTall!Goth!Fem!S/O

Riddler (Dano!Riddler, Arkham Knight, Batman Forever, BTAS, Capullo!Riddler)

Yandere!Capullo!Riddler Headcanons

Riddlers x GameDeveloper!S/O

Riddler x EasilyFlustered!S/O

BTAS!DorkSquad x TimeTraveler!S/O

BTAS!DorkSquad!+Penguin with Sleepwalking!S/O

BTAS!DorkSquadxTall!Goth!Fem!S/O

Mad Hatter (Arkham, BTAS)

BTAS!DorkSquad x TimeTraveler!S/O

BTAS!DorkSquad!+Penguin with Sleepwalking!S/O

BTAS!DorkSquadxTall!Goth!Fem!S/O

Poison Ivy (Batman & Robin, BTAS, Arkham)

BTAS!Poison Ivy x Gardener!S/O

Harley Quinn (BTAS, Arkham, The Suicide Squad (2021))

BTAS!Harley Quinn x Introverted!S/O

Mr. Freeze (BTAS, Batman & Robin)

Penguin (Farrell!Penguin, Arkham, BTAS, Batman Returns)

BTAS!DorkSquad!+Penguin with Sleepwalking!S/O

[mr-voorhees-husband]

It’s 🤠anon!

You mentioned scarecrow; how about some Scarecrow with an S/o who is his lab assistant?Have fun with it

Oh dear.

Oh dear.

I'll use BTAS/TNBA scarecrow because, Professor Crane <3

Warnings: Implied Kidnapping, Slightly Yandere, Professor and student relationship, implied age gap, cranes kinda fucked up in this

Reader: gender neutral, college student

So, this has to be before he becomes a villain, when he's still a professor, and has yet to really go down the deep end during his studies.

You probably start off as one of his smarter students, or at least you show good intrest in his class. So, one day when you stop by during open hours with a couple questions, he's asks if you're looking for a job.

While yes, he was a professor, Jonathan was also a scientist, a brilliant man that only taught in his spare time, it wasn't his main source of income, but spreading fear was one of his main enjoyments.

Of course, you agree, who wouldn't? Money, extra college credit, and the bragging rights that you got personally taught by the man known around campus for being the master of fear? You'd be insane to put down the offer.

At first, it's normal enough. Studying the way certain people react to seeing photos of their fears, alongside Jonathan, of course. He'd assure you how they were volunteers, how they could leave anytime they wanted. You believed him, why wouldn't you?

Slowly, they got more concerning. Dimming a room while someone with nyctophobia was inside, until they were sobbing in fear. Locking someone with courlrophobia in a room surrounded in clown pictures. Yet, you needed the money, and Professor Crane would never hurt anyone, right?

Then came the final test he was ever allowed to conduct while a professor. Jonathan had been on edge the entire week, the college board breathing his neck over the tests he was running. He'd grown irritable, and when he handed you a syringe filled with a neon orange liquid, you were rightfully concerned.

After several minutes of you and him arguing over it, he took the syringe from you and walked into the room with the patient himself. They barely had time to react before Crane was jamming the needle in their arm and injecting them with the bright liquid.

Then the screaming started. It was nothing like any of the other tests, unbridled, pure, fear. Crane slipped out of the chamber, slamming and locking the door behind him as he watched the supject's fear with a look the resembled elation.

That day, he'd been fired. Three weeks after, the scarecrow had made his first appearance. When you'd heard about the gas, bright, orange, odorless, and capable of making someone so scared they couldn't think. You knew exactly who was behind the burlap mask.

You'd never forget your oddly attractive professor, and unknown to you, Scarecrow never forgot that bright eyed student of his.

He did need some help with his new toxin after all...

[tainoidiot]

Officially now doing Character X Reader requests! Just an fyi, my writing will mainly center around POC/Disabled/Chronically ill!Reader. But I'm willing to do more!

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RULES

I don't do +18 work.

Please be respectful of the time it takes to get stuff put out. I am only one person!

If I get something wrong, please don't hesitate to tell me. If I need to get called out then I get called out.

I will not do any requests that are borderline/generally abusive. (This includes domestic, sexual, mental abuse, and pedophilia. Yanderes are on thin ice)

IF you want a character not listed, work with me man! Don't be afraid to ask for things.

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MEDIA AND CHARACTERS

BATMAN (Only rogues and general "Bad guys")

Jervis Tetch/ The Mad Hatter (BTAS, Arkhamverse, TNBAS, Gotham)

Edward Nygma/ The Riddler (BTAS, Arkhamverse)

Johnathan Crane/ The Scarecrow (BTAS, Arkhamverse)

Selina Kyle/ Catwoman (BTAS, The Batman, Arkhamverse, Hunted.)

Pamela Isley/ Poison Ivy (BTAS, Arkhamverse, Harley Quinn)

MARVEL (movies only)

Namor/K'uk'ulkan

Shuri

Peggy Carter

King M'Baku

Wanda Maximoff

[urfaveisayandere]

The Joker from The New Batman Adventures is a yandere!

[yandere--stuck]

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

I hope this is to your liking! ^^

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You really were magic, weren't you?

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

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

[yandere--stuck]

Yandere!Joker x Reader with Chronic Pain Headcanons

💚 After being captured by The Joker, you were terrified. Anyone in your position would be, even if you were, apparently, the object of the clown's affection. You were under the watchful eyes of both The Joker's lackeys and the Clown Prince of Crime himself, and the thought of angering them was horrific. So you tried to keep your mouth shut. Most of the time, the pain was somewhat bearable, but being restrained in such a manner made it agonizing.

💜 You can't hold it together. Who could? Your muscles screamed in pain. Your head pounded and throbbed. Your whole body was alight in agony. Your body heaved as you began to quietly sob. What else could you do but cry? Maybe you'd at least be able to cry yourself to sleep to escape the pain judt for a moment - but a sudden explosion of noise makes you wince and flinch, migraine pounding in your skull. The Clown quickly took notice of your tears and read his goons the riot act. Who did it? Who hurt his darling? Was it him? What about him? Nobody answered, though. He muttered something about cowardice before kneeling in front of you, cupping your face in his gloved hands, asking in a soft voice what was wrong. Disoriented and tired, you told him.

💚 You assumed this aspect of you would make him turn on you. Maybe, hopefully, see you as not worth keeping and send you off if you're really lucky. But if anything, this made The Joker more protective of you. None of his men were allowed to touch you. He didn't trust them not to make anything worse. Only he could help you unless it was an emergency. He kept you locked up in his room almost at all times. The TV was on at all times, you were left with some things to read and games that would strain you, all while laying on the comfiest bed he was able to pilfer in the dead of night. Oh! And the very soft handcuff he attached to the bedpost to keep you from running off, of course. Only the best for you, sweetheart.

💜 He'd make sure to get anything he thinks may help. Ointments, medicines, heating pads and ice packs… Hell, he might just kidnap doctors or physical therapists to begin a care plan if he had even the slightest inkling it may help. He wanted to show you just how deeply he cared for you. There is nothing he wouldn't do for you. No lengths he would not go. All he could hope for is that you'll see how much he truly adores you. That you feeling okay and being without pain was all he could ever hope for, ever dream of.

💚 One night, while you lay together with something playing on the TV, both of you silhouetted by the light of the television, does he tell you. After his impromptu bath in the ACE Chemicals factory, he was left with lifelong burning sensations. They came and went. Sometimes he could hardly see or breathe. Other times, he could hardly feel anything at all, like he'd gone entirely numb. Nobody else really knew, but he wanted you to. To know he understood. To know you weren't alone.

💜 He loves making you laugh! Maybe now even more so than he already did. Laughter is the best medicine, after all! And he's so glad he could take your mind off your pain, even if just for a moment. 

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Yandere!Joker kidnapping you and keeping you locked away in his hideout. Of course, you're terrified. Trembling in fear, flinching at the slightest of movements - and worst of all, not letting J hug you or have you snuggle with him.

Well, that simply won't do, now will it?

"I'm sorry, darling, but I'm afraid you've forced my hand," He shook his head, pouting as he plucked the trick flower from his suit pocket.

Your eyes went wide the moment you saw it. Stumbling back, you turned to run - only to be captured in the harsh grip of two of Joker's men. They spun you around to face the Clown Prince of Crime even as thrashed in their grip.

"I can see you're very overwhelmed. And I'm so sorry for not taking your feelings into account! All this running around, hiding from the cops and Bats. Your nerves must be shot! So... How about we do something to take care of that, hmm? This'll make you see the funny side of things..."

You screamed so hard and loud your throat burnedas tried in vain to fight back, uding up all yoyr strength, begging for mercy and for Joker to stop- but it was too late.

With a squeeze of the flower, gaseous toxin flooded through the air, flooding into your nostrils and down your throat as you inhaled to scream.

You were dead. You were dead. This was it. You were going to die as a madman cackled above you, watching as you writhed in pain and laughed through a painfully wide grin.

You waited, eyes squeezed shut and tears streaming down your face as you waited for the agony, for the laughter, for death.

But, nothing came.

You opened your eyes, exhaling with a sigh as a wave of calmness washed over you. Your whole body felt light yet heavy. Everything felt so slow.

You hadn't even realized that you'd been released from the men's grip until Joker pulled you into his arms, nuzzling you. And for some reason, you didn't feel the urge to fight back. You just wanted to relax. Maybe sit down. And The Joker was so warm, so maybe being close with him like this wasn't so bad.

A giggle escaped you as you hugged him back.

"I'm sorry I had to scare you like that, dear, but you should know I'd never expose you to my toxin," The Clown purred. "Just good, ol' nitrous oxide."

Oh. Laughing gas. It was just laughing gas. Haha. That's funny.

As Joker maneuvered you over to a nearby couch for you to sit, Joker sunk onto the seat beside you, pulling you close to him.

"Well, nitrous oxide and a few other things," Joker mentioned with a grin. He pressed a kiss to your cheek. "But, you don't need to worry about that."

And you didn't.

[yandere--stuck]

Yandere!Joker x Hypochondriac!Reader Headcanons

💜 Admittedly, Joker doesn't understand your fears, at first. For one, Joker has been victim to (and occasional creator of) so many conditions, illnesses, and maladies that he can hardly remember them all. And being in a constant state of being sick in the head takes a bit of the novelty away from being ill. Joker's met his fair share of germaphobes in his time, too. Usually he finds such fear of germs funny, but seeing it concern you so greatly takes the humor out of the situation. But hey, easy fix, right? He'll just ask his boys to fetch some hand sanitizer and it'll be all good.

💚 After witnessing you begin to spiral and break down over your worries after he had failed to take your fears as seriously as they should, Joker realizes that his initial assumption had been horribly wrong. This was far from normal germaphobia. This was serious! And serious problems required serious solutions - unfortunately. So, sorry, sweetheart, but you've been permanently barred from access to any medical texts. This is for the best, he promises! C'mon, the more you know, the more you'll worry. Take your mind off it by watching some cartoons with him!

💜 May use your requests for reassurance as a means for manipulation. And by may, he means absolutely will. You're just so cute clinging to him and begging him to tell him you're alright! In those moments, it feels like the whole world could be falling apart, and as long as he reassured you that it wasn't and that everything was okay, you'd believe it. It was a little bit addicting if he were being honest. He'd hold you in his arms and caress your face, assuring you that you were fine, you were normal, you were the furthest thing from I'll and he'd protect you from anything that could hurt you - and if you don't think he'd try to wipe out an illness just for you, then you're sorely mistaken!

💚 If you're concerned that you're already under the effects of an illness and are in extreme panic, Joker doesn't think twice about kidnapping Gotham's finest doctors in order to look you over and do a check up to make sure everything's okay. Joker will hold your hand and stick by your side the entire time to make sure you're as comfortable and at ease as you can be… All the while, the doctors are being held up by his men and Joker's hissing out threats if they do anything to upset or scare you. 

💜 Joker's never been one to forgo cleanliness, but that's not to see he's always had his hideouts squeaky-clean. This, however, is completely changed around in order to quell your fears. Joker now has stocks of sanitizers, gloves, masks, and all sorts of cleaning products. Unfortunately for his goons, though, he's rather lazy, and the job of cleaning and keeping things sanitized is usually offloaded onto them. If they fail to keep things clean enough, the Clown will go into a rage and make them dance as he fires a gun at their feet and then force them to clean up the mess 'they' made. Honestly, getting good help these day was so hard.

💚 If there's one thing Joker knows, it's that laughter is the best medicine. If he finds you ruminating, he'll immediately go into a routine he'd been thinking up that he's sure will leave you breathless with laughter until you've forgotten all about your worries. He loves you laugh and he loves when you're carefree and happy. And after he'll talk to you for hours and hours, absolutely smitten and grateful that he could help you through, even if only a little bit.

[yandere--stuck]

🕊 +💖 with any of the Riddler's you want to write for

 🕊 What would be their “dream date” with the object of their obsession?

Oh, nothing much, really. Just you, him, a lovely dinner in his hideout... While you both watch the police forces and so-called "heroes" attempt to solve his riddles to stop the detonation of the various bombs he's placed through the city. You and he are, of course, an incredibly safe distance away. Luckily, with the news choppers broadcasting the whole thing, you'll be able to see the detonation - all the bombs placed to make sure the explosions would make the shape of a heart, a show of Edward's love and devotion to you.

 💖 What would be one of their darkest fantasies?

Oh, one thing he'd love to do is finally get the bat in his clutches. It's the perfect way to show off for you! He'd dissect the detective's tiny brain in front of you. Or maybe you'd even assist him! Oh, it'd be such a wonderful bonding activity! And, just what he needs to show you that he's the smartest man in all of Gotham.

[yandere--stuck]

Nothing to Fear - Yandere!Scarecrow x Reader

Gotham City, as a whole, had labeled Professor Jonathan Crane as a madman, a lunatic, a danger to the public... All complete slander, of course, but it's not like anyone would listen to him.

Thankfully, another one of the Clown and Miss Quinzel's escape attempt had caused mass destruction to the accursed Arkham Asylum, allowing many of the inmates to flood the streets of Gotham, once again. And, for Jonathan, cutting his sentence short.

Professor Crane was not known for his impulse control - at least, that was what most assumed. The man he displayed himself to the fearful masses - The Scarecrow - was a mask. The man underneath was much different. Much quieter, multifaceted.

He had promised you that he'd return one day. Return to you. His favorite, most faithful student.

Oh, he had seen your face when he was first captured. You must've been so frightened... by the Batman. So heartbroken. It was then that Jonathan promised himself that he would return to you. To heal your wounded heart and assuage your fears.

You were so frightened, even now, as he approached. Each step closer backed you further into a corner. There was such confusion in your eyes. How had he gotten here, you must have wondered. How did he know where you live?

Oh, darling, of course he would know the location of his favorite pupil's home.

"Please..." You hissed in a whisper. "Please, don't hurt me..."

Hurt you? Of course not! Perish the thought! Jonathan wouldn't hurt a hair on your head.

You weren't like the others. Not like the writhing, fearful masses that made up this city. Like rats in a laboratory, perfect subjects for experimentation. You... You were perfect. Different. His prized protég��, whom he wanted by his side forever.

He'd never use his fear gas on you. His beloved.

... But, Jonathan allowed himself a moment. Before he comforted you. Before he reassured you. He allowed himself to take in your expression. The fear in your eyes.

You did look so ravishing when you were afraid...

[yandere--stuck]

Bad Blood - Yandere!Batman x Reader x Yandere!Joker

It wasn't just The Joker who had been watching you. And to a point, you were aware of that.

After all, that just came with the territory of being a minor celebrity within Gotham city. It wasn't often that those considered "famous" in Gotham didn't either have connections to the mafia or were locked up within Arkham or Blackgate. 

As a reporter, you were watched on the news, on the streets - occasionally approached by fans, at parties where you mingled with your peers or made connections. All rather normal, really.

But, there were times when you could just feel it in your bones. You were being watched.

Like in the dark of night, the moon following you on your walk home. Alone. When the light from street lamps bathed everything in orange. The streets empty, the occasional car zooming by. It was then that you had felt watched.

It was understandable, something innate in humans, to feel frightened of the dark and the paranoia of being alone. Our imaginations run wild, and we trick ourselves into thinking that there's something out there with us. Someone following our every move, hiding just out of sight. But, no matter how many times you swore you were being watched, nothing ever happened. No muggings, no stalkers, no threats. When you got back to your apartment, unlocking and then re-locking all six of the locks on your door, you were able to let out a sigh of relief - it was just your own paranoia getting the best of you. You weren't being followed. You could relax, knowing that it was all in your head.

But, it wasn't.

Your paranoia wasn't unfounded. The shiver of your spine at the feeling of being watched wasn't your mind tricking itself. But, of course, even when you'd turn around to try and spot someone, something, you hadn't been able to see him. He had hid in the shadows and crouched atop rooftops, keeping watch over you.

He had done so every night. The moment you left the studio, to when you started your walk, and then headed home. He even stuck around to peer through your window, making sure you were truly safe. It wasn't something any of the Robins or Oracle knew about - it wasn't something they had to know. Well… It's not like he exactly lied about what he was doing during the alotted time of your walk home. But, he also didnt want to admit it, either - not that he thought what he was doing was wrong, but… He just didn't want anyone to be worried. To get the wrong idea. And it rarely took time out of his nightly patrol, just fifteen minutes. It wasn't a big deal.

He was just protecting you. That was just his job. He was supposed to protect the people of Gotham. To protect you. He just had a… Fixation, that's all. And when Bruce gets fixated on something, it's like pulling teeth for him to keep away.

Bruce met you like he does with most reporters - at a charity event. He had seen your stories on the news a few times beforehand, and braced himself for the usual song and dance - Vicki Vale trying to score something on the record for something much juicier and personal than the cause he was donating to, or perhaps Jack Ryder trying to rile him up to get him to throw a fit for a story. He was pleasantly surprised, however, when you treated him like an actual person. Sure, it could be that you were off the clock - but really, when were reporters ever really off the clock?

Most people would bend over backwards to get themselves into Brice Wayne's good graces. But, you… You talked to him like he was no different than anyone else. Maybe a bit reserved, but you had only just met, after all. In spite of this, Bruce found himself able to relax, chatting with you about the party, about your days up to then, your different careers. Bruce felt like he could actually be himself. With you, he wasn't Batman, nor was he billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne. He was just… Himself.

Him and you.

He decides to stick by your side most of the evening, you and him talking long into the night. About your lives, your worries, your hobbies, your interests. It had been so long since he talked about such personal things with someone, even Alfred. And you understand. You understand his worries of responsibility, the weight of the world among his shoulders, you understand the suffocation of isolation, you under his inability to move on from the trauma of his past, try as he might. You understand. Of course you do…

You acted as someone to vent to. A listening ear. You offered up advice, even if you might not have the right answers to his problem. Sure, you might not know the full extent of his stress, but it's the thought that counts. It's almost like this night was made for you and him. 

Something like, fate - that is, if Bruce had actually believed in something like that.

After that night, he found himself making a point to watch you on the news. The way you talked on the television is how you talked with him that night. Personable, comfortable, familiar. You might not be talking to him directly, but it warms his heart and staves off the icy chill of loneliness.

He went out of his way to find you during other important, publicized events. Most likely, you probably thought it was a coincidence that you kept finding yourself in his company. You most likely thought him as just an acquaintance, nothing more… But, oh, you meant so much to him.

And, oh, when you talked about Batman? Knowing that it was him you were talking about (even if you had no idea)... He'd be lying if it didn't make him a bit flustered. Your praises, the way you saw him as an inspiration, hoping after every mission that he was alright… And when you look into the camera and say to him, to Batman, through the screen, that you wish him a nice night and to be safe…?

God. He was smitten. And, really, that was his biggest mistake.

Feelings just made things complicated. He had learned that a long time ago. That everything he touched and loved was inevitably destroyed. It's why he works alone more often than not. He doesn't want someone getting hurt because of him ever again. Bruce has enemies, and Batman has even more. 

Even if he had tried to reach out to you as Bruce, as himself, who's to say you would have wanted to be with him? Why would someone like you want Bruce Wayne - someone who most of Gotham portrayed as an immature playboy who never got over the death of his parents. While the second part wasn't exactly wrong, the whole playboy thing was just a diversion. But, how in the hell was he supposed to explain that?

It was easier to just let you go. You'd be happier, and more importantly, safer without his presence in your life.

So, he satiated himself on watching you, protecting you from the shadows, and kept himself sane by rewatching footage of you he's stashed within your home and around your apartment building. If he adored you from afar, that wouldn't hurt anything, right?

… But now, he's wishing he had just taken the chance. He had been good, had left you alone.

And he watched as the helicopter you were in was shot down. Watched as the recording cut off. Heard as you screamed at the top of your lungs. He replayed what he had seen over and over in his mind, losing himself. Bruce had gone so tense in disbelief and grief and rage that by the time Alfred had brought him back to reality, his nails had dug into the armrest of his loveseat.

He had insisted to himself later that night that  investigating the scene of the crime wasn't fueled by personal connection or any feelings he may have. It was Batman's job. And if he ignores all the other bodies in favor of one that is presumed to be yours, it's just because he notices something different about it from the other's, that's all.

The body was decomposed far beyond that of the others, and had been exposed to the elements longer than the others. And to add onto that, the DNA sample Bruce had collected was matched with a body that had been gone missing from Gotham General.

Bruce's heart fluttered with hope and relief. You were alive, you had to be. But, just as quickly, realization crashed into him. If you were alive, it's only because Joker wanted you to be.

... What was he doing to you?

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You stared down at the meal the Clown Prince of Crime had prepared for you - well, if you could call heating up a frozen dinner "preparing". It's not like you were exactly in a place to complain, though, considering the predicament you were stuck in.

Counting the time you had spent unconscious and Joker getting you situated and up to speed, it was most likely a few hours since the incident. You were feeling rather hungry… But, in spite of all of The Joker's lovey-dovey talk, you weren't quite sure if you could trust him to not serve you poisoned food. Even worse, however, was that you were still tied up - meaning the clown had to feed you, and you were even more unsure that he wouldn't kill you if you refused to eat.

In spite of the circumstances, and the dingy place you were trapped in, it wasn't exactly the worst. Hell, Joker had even lit up some candles for some mood lighting. Not exactly the worst "date", you had been on, sadly enough.

"Ready for some grub?" The Joker lurched into view, straightening his tie as he shot you a grin. "You must have worked up quite an appetite by now, considering all the excitement!"

You smiled in return, hoping it didn't look too strained as you nodded. You watched as he got his utensils ready, cutting up some of the food into smaller bites. You kept especially close attention on the hand holding a knife - though, it wasn't like you had any way to flee if he had decided to turn it on you.

The Joker stabbed at the food with a fork, setting down the knife, as he moved to raise your meal to your lips, while you attempted not to turn your head away. The fork approached closer and closer, and you tried to rid your mind of awful thoughts, like an eye being ripped out of its socket, implanted on the fork's tongues. But, then, The Joker suddenly stopped.

"Oh, silly me! I almost forgot," The Clown Prince set down the utensils, digging into the inside of his suit. With a flourish, he unveiled a bright, colorful, and clearly plastic flower, holding it out to you. "A present for you, m'dear! Go on, take a whiff."

You shook in your seat. Oh, God. You knew exactly where this was going. He had played you this whole time, like predators played with their food. He had made you think he had developed this obsession with you and managed to lull you into a false sense of security. And just when you were sure you were going to make it out of this situation alive, he planned to hit you with his trademark laughing gas and watch as you died.

You held back tears, shivering with fear and despair. And The Joker looked so happy, so encouraging. You were going to die. You had hit the end of the road.

You leaned forward, taking a breath through your nose-

And jumped, letting out a scream as the ceiling caved in, a dark figure crashing through. You whipped your head to face it- and winced as a small stream of water hit your cheek. Blinking once, twice, three times, you slowly turned to the clown and the trick flower in his hand.

Oh. So, it was just a regular trick flower. Not a deadly one. Okay. Okay, yeah. Sure. Great.

Groaning softly, your whole body went limp. You hung your head, shaking it slowly. Whatever. Whatever happened next, you didn't care. You were too exhausted.

"Aw, c'mon, Bats! Don'tcha know it's rude to upstage someone's act?" Joker asked. "Besides, you weren't invited to our little date night..."

...Batman?

From your periphery, you could see it. See him. 

Oh, thank God. Thank fucking God. You were saved! Batman was going to save you!

All the tiredness seemed to instantly fade as you were overwhelmed with adrenaline and relief. You were saved. You were saved. Batman was going to save you. Batman was going to protect you and make sure you were all right. You didn't have to worry or be scared anymore. Batman would do all of the worrying for you.

"You broke out of Arkham, killed innocent people, and kidnapped the sole survivor after almost killing them, as well," Batman seethed, his voice a growl. "You're going back to Arkham, and I'll be taking them with me, where they'll be safe."

"Hey! First off, the whole helicopter thing wasn't me, it was one of my boys. Well… To be fair, I had intended on killing them when we downed the thing, but eh, two birds with one stone, I suppose. I wouldn't even have been mad about it, if my darling reporter here hadn't almost been hurt in the crash," The Joker moved behind you, making you seize up as he grasped your shoulders, massaging them slightly. "And really, Bats, if this is some kind of jealousy thing, you could always just ask to share."

"You're insane." Batman spat.

"Babes, you really need to get some better material," The Clown tutted. "And I was being honest! I'm actually trying to communicate here," You were suddenly spun around, locking eyes with your hero. You shuddered as the Joker nuzzled you from behind, unable to stop your face from heating up. "What do you think, darling? How's about a three-way date with me and the big bad Bat?"

"I… I-I-" You stuttered, unable to get a coherent thought put as you burned with embarrassment.

Could anyone blame you for having a little  crush on Batman? You'd bet a good majority of Gothamites felt the same toward their dear Dark Knight. Hell, you'd even bet that some of the Rogues that the Caped Crusader went up against had feelings for him. It was pretty obvious the Joker did, at least.

And the Joker… He was a monster. A criminal. But, the time you've spent with him… Well, you could better understand how Dr. Quinnzel fell for the man. Despite your knowledge of the horrible crimes he committed, the way he treated you so kindly, it was hard to not get flustered, to not feel special. It was hard to ignore his humor, his affection for you, his pet names, his sweet gestures- no, no. This- this was ridiculous. You had to stop. You weren't thinking straight.

"Get your hands off of them!" The Bat spat.

"But I don't wanna!" Joker let out an exaggerated whine, before descending into giggles. Painted lips brushed against your neck. "Besides, I don't think they want me to…"

You felt hypersensitive, the brush of the Clown's lips drawing a whine from your throat.

Your eyes shot open wide as a pained scream ripped from Joker. You turned as best you could, watching the man stumble back, clutching his hand - a batarang sticking piercing through it, blood bubbling up from the wound and dripping to the floor.

The Joker hissed, bristling with rage. "Bats, why you-!"

In an instant, Batman shot put his batclaw, the claw digging into The Joker's suit, before retracting. The Joker stumbled as he rocketed forward, his face immediately colliding with Batman's fist. Before he could fall back, the Dark Knight caught him by the throat and squeezed. The Clown wheeled and coughed in shock at the closing of his windpipe and his desperation to breathe. The Bat slowly lifted another fist - and hit the other man so hard that even you winced. You watched as Joker fell onto his back with a low groan. The Batman stood above him, glowering and breathing heavily as he looked down on his nemesis.

"Batsy, babe… Ya know I love it when you play rough, but Jesus, warn a guy first, will ya?" The Joker laughed wearily, seemingly in a daze. 

Sneering, Batman grabbed his nemesis by his coat, tossing him aside onto his stomach. His foot came down to stomp onto his arm, making the other man whimper, and the Bat reached down to rip the batarang free from his hand, and in turn, ripping a scream from Joker's throat. Pulling out a pair of batcuffs, the Caped Crusader roughly restrained the man's arms, before lifting him to his feet.

"Careful with the merchandise…" The Joker grumbled.

With a second pair of cuffs, the Bat attached one of the cuffs to the Joker's ankle, the Clown laughing as he attempted to kick at the Bat to heed his progress, and then the other to a metal support pillar protruding from the floor.

And then, in the next instant, Batman was at your side, diligently working to free you from the shackles that bound you. As the restraints loosened, you took in a deep breath before letting out a shuddering sigh. You tried to stand, only for your legs to give out from under you - you had spent so long in that position that your legs had fallen asleep - but it was okay. Batman caught you. He caught you and he held you and pulled you into a hug. A gloved hand petted your hair soothingly.

"It's okay. You're safe, you're okay," The Bat rumbled. "I've got you."

This. This was what you loved most about The Batman. As much as he was revered for the fear he struck into the heart of evil, how he acted as a phantom in the night, fighting back against the criminals that roamed Gotham in the night… What you loved most was what came after. Your interviews with survivors of criminal attacks are what made you grow a fondness for the Dark Knight. How comforting they said he was. How he reassured them, made them feel safe. When he was there, they knew everything was okay. They knew they were safe. That everything was going to be okay.

Everything was going to be okay.

And you melted into his hold.

He continued to murmur reassurances as he began to massage your legs until the static feeling went away and you found the strength to stand - and even then, he let you lean against him as you walked out into the night together.

"You'll pay for this, Bats," The Joker spat, expression dark… Until he locked eyes with you, and his visage softened. "How about same time next week, love?"

Before you could think of responding, Batman pulled out of the building and far, far away from the madman within.

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Bruce had to fight to keep his driving steady. His body was flooded with adrenaline and his heart rabitted a mile a minute. His entire being felt electric.

He had touched you, held you. And you held him back, reassured and calmed by him. It was everything he had dreamed of. You had leaned against for support and let him help you climb into the batmobile.

He had managed to track The Joker down to one of his usual hideouts that he and Harley stayed at - an old, abandoned amusement park that had been sold to him. Well, would have been sold to him, if he hadn't killed the owner of the property before they could seal the deal.

He kept sneaking glances at you from the corner of his eye. You, resting your head against the window, eyes shut as you tried to get some rest after everything you had been through. You could rest for as long as you liked. He was here now. Bruce would keep you safe.

Bruce took his usual shortcut into the batcave, driving into a cave opening just outside the manor, and you lifted your head, startled by the sudden turn and shift in light behind your eyes.

"Batman, where are we?"

Home.

You gasped as restraints wrapped over your ligaments, tying you down to the seat.

Bruce knew this was wrong. But, after such a long career as the Batman, he had learned that he often had to do the wrong thing in order to get the right outcome. He really wished there was any other way… But, you had a target on your head now. You'd be safe with him. He'd keep you deep within the batcave and visit you often. 

You sputtered, eyes wide with shock and disbelief and… Betrayal. Bruce hated the thought of you looking at him like that. He leaned over, softly pressing a kiss to your forehead. He felt you shiver under his touch.

He'd get you settled and comfortable. He'd reveal his true self to you at some point, but that was for later. You had been through enough for one night.

"You're safe now." Bruce lied promised. "I've got you."

[yandere--stuck]

Hello, okay I. am. Obsessed. With you’re joker fics 💕💕💞💞 if you ever write anymore don’t be shy to tag me in them if you want. Kay? :D

Have a nice day! :DDDD

@thephantomnoseblower

Aaaaaa thank you so so much!! I'm so glad you like them! Also I'm so happy to meet another Joker Liker. He's the best!! 💚💚💚

And! You inspired me to write more, so I made some general Yandere!J Headcanons. I hope you like them ^^

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💜 When it came to love, the Clown Prince of Crime could find it most anywhere, if he looked hard enough. In his mortal enemy, in his former psychiatrist, and… In you. You don't have to be anyone of particular importance, or of a particular personality - really, Joker could build rapport and hit it off with most anyone. Or, at least, that's what he believed. Joker liked you, grew to love you, exactly as you were. After all, you accepted him and took him exactly as he was, without pleading to be let go or have mercy, begging him to change and reform. No, no, no, you were different. Sweet. Charming. Funny!

🃏It's a hostage situation, when he first met you, got real up close and personal with you. The other hostages all trembled and whimpered in the corner, looked over by his men. But you seemed calm, whether you were brave enough or so afraid you had gone frozen didn't really matter. It was a bore waiting for the news crew and the Bat, so he went around, talking to the civilians - a mix between making idle chat and intimidating them to tears. None of them could bother to even speak, some bursting into tears. Finally, he made his way over to you, kneeling down to your level. "How about you, dear? How's your night going?" Your heart rabitted within your chest. You could barely breathe, but you tried to steel yourself. Show no fear. You managed to exhale with hyperventilating, a breathy chuckle escaping your throat. "Eh, could be better, I'm not gonna lie." The Clown snickered, which egged you on. This was good, right? You continued, "It's my first time as a hostage, so I hope I'm doing it right." The Joker beamed as he barked out a laugh. "You're doing just fine! At least someone here has a good sense of humor."

💚 It wasn't long before police helicopters began to swarm the building the Joker had stashed you in. Through the glass exterior of the high rise, you watched as the choppers circled the building, circled the Joker and his men, circled you and your fellow hostages. Somehow, dread managed to sink even further into the pit of your stomach. The GCPD had a poor reputation for a reason - filled with corrupt, crooked, and reckless cops. The entire police force was filled with more bad apples than good. Someone here was going to get hurt. God, why couldn't they have just waited for Batman to deal with this?! Through the glass, you could hear the voice of an officer shout something unintelligible. The Joker turned to one of his men, tilting his head toward the copter. "Tell 'em I'm not talking to anyone but Bats." The lackey seemed to hesitate, but only for a second, fumbling to pick up a speakerphone while also keeping his weapon in hand. He approached the chopper, stepping out onto the balcony, raising the speakerphone- and you let out a scream as a shot rang in the air, the man flying back as he was shot.

💜 The other hostages descended into hysterics as Joker's men began firing back at the chopper. "And I thought I was crazy," The Joker spat. "I thought these guys were supposed to be protecting you." You winced as glass shattered, shards exploding into the room. You opened your eyes, staring straight down the barrel of the helicopter's aerial gun- and in an instant you were pulled away, pressed against a solid chest as you were pulled away. You began to hyperventilate, heart beating so hard you could barely comprehend what was happening, vision swimming as you began to lose consciousness in your panic. As your vision faded, Joker's visage came into view. You felt a hand cup the side of your face. And then, it all went black.

🃏 You woke up not long after. People don't really stay passed out after fainting, just a minute or two, really. Long enough for police to storm the building and find you, taking you to safety. You were transferred to a hospital, where you were overlooked. You had minor cuts and bruises, the only major damage being that of psychological trauma. Before they released you, you watched a news report of the crime - the one you had just been a victim of. The Joker had managed to escape. Most of his men were taken out. It was a miracle that none of the other hostages hadn't died, and Gordon reprimanded his men and their reckless actions. But, you knew nothing would change. In spite of the traumatic experience you had been through, you knew you couldn't seek help for it. Mental health was a very, very touchy subject in Gotham. If someone caught you going to therapy, they'd probably think you're just one bad day away from becoming Gotham's next supercriminal. Life returned to relative normalcy… Until you received a package. It was specifically labeled "CARE PACKAGE" on the side in black marker. It was heavy, slightly damp at the bottom, had a foul odor, and had no return address. You hesitated, not knowing what to do with it… Before deciding to bite the bullet and open it. It contained a bouquet of flowers, (containing one trick flower that spurted out water, drenching your face), a whoopee cushion, a teddy bear, a heart-shaped box of chocolates, and… Your eyes widened in horror and disgust. The last three items were a note, a Joker playing card, and… A human heart. You hesitantly reached in, making sure not to touch the organ as you did, shaking as you read the note. "So sorry the other night, my dear! I didn't expect things to get quite so hairy. Those animals! If they had hurt a hair on your head, it'd be no more Mr. Nice Joker! I wanted to check in on you and make sure you're doing well. I know that if I don't get proper care after something nasty, I go a bit looney, myself. I just wanted to look out for my favorite hostage! … And perhaps, something more? See you soon, love. ~ J" Oh, God. Oh, God. Your legs went weak as you slowly sunk to the floor. You suddenly realized you had been crying.

💚 Joker liked you. Joker more than liked you. After your first meeting, he couldn't get you out of his head. He was obsessed! He was… In love. He was so glad that Harley understood and was supportive. You and he were meant to be. He'd ask Harley or his men to spy on you, gathering the information they knew. What you liked, your schedule, your favorite foods, what made you laugh. And if he got any word that his fellow Rogues were targeting places you frequented, they'd get an earful from him! And a bullet to the brain if they didn't take him seriously… He couldn't let harm come to you. And he had to make it perfect for when he finally took you home, with him. Forever.

[yandere--stuck]

💥+🕷 for joker?

 💥 How would they deal with emotional pain?

Joker is someone who prefers to look toward the brighter side of life - and death! He has his moments, of course, but often leans towards anger rather sadness. He's a man of action, of course, so he's most likely to opt to find a solution to emotional pain. Someone got you in a funk? Just give him a name, sweetheart, and he'll stash a whoopee cushion landmine somewhere... And before they know, it'll be right under their nose and ka-blooey!

If it's someone who did wrong by Joker, especially by hurting you, well... All you can really do is pray the poor sap's death isn't too drawn out.

 🕷 What would be the worst way for them to lose the object of their obsession for permeate?

I think this scenario would be one of the few things that would plunge Joker into pure despair. No matter how angry he gets, no matter what acts of vengeance he puts into motion, no matter how many people he kills... You're still gone.

And when that sinks in, he changes completely. He still goes on, but he's not the same as he was before. He loses his lust for life and laughter. His schemes don't have any humor or heart in it. When you died, a peice of his soul died, as well. And he may have Harley and Bats, but... He felt incomplete. He will always feel incomplete, if you're not there with him.

Only you...