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Cecil would treat Conquests unconscious(?) body as a well to keep his darkest secrets the same way Conquest did to mark before attempting to kill him

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Man-Bat #4

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Where did my WIP list go...

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Augh I hope this makes sense I've spent like half a day in my notes app trying yo format this lmao 😭

But could you write a valentines day letter from Scarecrow to his lover, but like, his lover has been missing for a while now, so it has this vibe of "I'm going to give this to you when I find you", if that makes sense??

The pains of being a non-native english speaker asdfgh

"Somewhere Safe" Scarecrow x Reader Love Letter (Valentine's Day event 2025)

No worries, my love! I only speak english so I promise me trying to write in yours would be infinitely worse. Also ouch ouch, pain. This is for the now over Valentine's Day Event!

TW: mentions of death/maiming

The following paper is kept in a damaged envelope. The crisp white paper has been crinkled, creased and a variety of minor scuffs to keep it on one's person at all times. The letter inside has been folded, re-folded- There are smudges of thumb prints in the ink, and the familiar appearance of a liquid that long since dried over the paper. It gives the impression that this of all letters, was the most difficult one to write.

To my faraway crow,

First, I should be sorry I was not with you the night you disappeared. Should I have known that the time I kissed your head, it would be the last time I touched you- I would not have let you go. I would have held you within the cage of my grasp even if you'd begged for release. If I had been aware that months would pass and no word, you would have never left my sight.

I wish I could say the fear I've experienced at the myriad of scenarios that could have befallen you could have gained me something. Insight. A stronger sense of purpose. Which is worse, laying in bed and picturing your dismemberment by the hands of an enemy most cruel? Or that perhaps you left? You've simply left after burrowing into the chambers of my heart and soul, leaving only gaps my flesh cannot close.

In taking pen to paper, there's a superstition that you will be back to read it. You must I believe this. I've looked and scoured Gotham and other cities, so I must believe that in writing this, I manifest it into the world that I will be the one to hand it to you. I will continue to search for you, my love, even as my bones ache. If death takes me, my ghost will dredge the world beyond until our corpses can bind.

You are merely waiting somewhere safe. Just outside of my reach, you remain in the veil until I reach you. I will be Orpheus, yet I will not look back. Once I've held you again, I will know you are there.

For love that transcends such as ours cannot be broken by the forces that puppeteer us,

Jon

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God that rewatch really replenished like, all my energy last night, IM ON A ROLL 💥💥💥

More doodles YIPPEE

I HATE THEM SO MUCH

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“Your life is governed by fear. Every decision you make is a product of that fear.”

I love the design with the hat and straw hair, but I also love the design with the hood and coat like the Arkham series❣️

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I painted this doodle during a break...✍️

I'd like to finish it one day with a nice redraw if I have the time.

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earth 3 sparkledog that luthor adopted

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Jonathan Crane and Cuddling

A lot of people ask me about Jonathan showing affection, so I’ve decided to go in depth with different headcanons of mine because I think that would be fun. Written from a gender neutral prospective so anyone can enjoy it. _____________________________________

Jonathan Crane doesn’t understand cuddling. he was rarely held as a child, so the simple act of affection eludes him. That being said, he’s not opposed to the idea and if he had a partner he trusted, then perhaps things would be different.

Deep down and perhaps repressed, I think he craves the tender touch of a loved one. He’s the type of person who shows his affections like a cat. Sitting separately, but in the same room. Reading in silence with someone. Maybe laying on the couch next to one another. Late night snuggles. (bonus points his his partner is sleeping and unaware of the snuggling.) Cold hands intertwined, sometimes ceasing to hold another so they might drift up his partners back or beneath their shirt. Skin to skin contact is seldom but savored.

He’s slow going, it may take weeks for him to hold hands and even longer before he’s comfortable with someone laying beside him. (Usually he requires permission before being touched, don’t startle or surprise him.) He would never admit it, but he likes feeling his partners heartbeat against his skin. It’s relaxing. He didn’t think he’d ever make it this far in a relationship, but he enjoys every minute of it. You can tell because his lips lift into a gentle smile and he rests his eyes. Closing his eyes is a from of trust, much like an animal lowering it’s defenses. It means he’s happy.

He doesn’t mind being the big spoon, but prolonged it can hurt is back. He may ask (or demand) to tb the little spoon instead. It’s much more comfortable and he gets the added benefit of being the warm one. (he’s a very cold individual, so this matters) The fact that someone, anyone, wants to and willingly wants to hold onto him? Yes, he loves that. He cherishes those moments.

Sometimes he stays in bed just because he wants to be with his partner for a few more minutes. He savors that time together, wrapping arms around them and peppering kisses on their shoulders and neck. He will admire them, their skin, body, their soft breathing…everything. He is thankful.

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Date night prompt with Croc, valentines date night in, but uh oh, SO didn't even realize it's Valentine's Day because they've never had someone willing to actually celebrate it with them.

Idk I just get all fuzzy inside thinking about coming home to a big ass bouquet of roses and someone cooking some of my favorite foods for dinner for me lol

"Memorable Valentine's" Killer Croc x Reader Valentine's Date (Valentine's Day Event 2025)

Alright, you will have to give me a tiny bit of grace because I am guessing at foods you like. Hope you enjoy spice! This ask is for the 2025 Valentine's Day Event.

TW: Suggestive

It had all begun one evening in mid-January. The grocery store was assembling holiday endcaps and displays for Valentine's Day. Flowers, chocolates, stuffed animals- Whatever would sell and make money. The two of you were just picking up some things. Waylon pushed the cart as you glanced at the red and pink layout.

"I've never been a Valentine's Day person." You thought aloud, then explained, "Never had anyone that wanted to do it with me... I kind of forget about it, you know?" It was off-hand- You assured Waylon you were happy to have someone to celebrate with this year.

Even then, Waylon knew you were likely going to forget this entire conversation, along with the holiday itself. It wasn't out of malice or not caring- He was the same way. In that vein, however, the mental note became a beacon for him. He needed this first Valentine's Day together to be perfect. Or, at the very least, good.

The issue in retrospect was Waylon had also never had someone for the day before. What did boyfriends normally do on this day...? Flowers? Yeah, he could do that. Chocolate? He's pretty sure he knows your favorite kind. The food- he's never liked a fancy restaurant where people stare at him. Plus, you actually liked his cooking, so...

Still, he texted several rogues who had more experience with this sort of thing. Advice ranged from the helpful to... well. Frankly, couyon kind of shit. The recommendation to hold the gaudy place on sixth hostage might have been the worst. Seriously, what was that Nygma guy's deal? All for oysters?

Pamela offered a favor for a favor. Roses, cultivated by hers truly for some muscle in the future. What Waylon hadn't expected was her to show up after you'd left for the day with a bouquet that swept just above the floor. Cross-bred, burgundy, and pink, and when she tried to explain the science behind it, he felt like his head was going to spin.

Admittedly, they looked stunning on the dining room table. Wrapped chocolates you liked surrounding them on the table... Then it would just be food. He'd thought on it for some time. Something... good but maybe fancy?

Coq au vin. Chicken stew with bacon, mushrooms- whatever you liked or disliked, he tweaked it to your tastes. By the time he heard the jingle of your keys by the door, the house smelled of spices, cooked wine, and felt pleasantly warm. He waited to hear the pitter of your steps to the dining room.

"Oh fuck, it's Valentine's Day." He heard you drop your bag and jacket, "I'm so sorry Waylon, I-"

"Forgot?" He laughed, placing bowls filled with food on the table, "I knew it."

"And you made dinner?" Your hand went to your face, "I'm such a jerk-"

"Aw, sha, no, no." Waylon wrapped his arms over you, patting your head, "I wanted this to be about you. You said you'd never had it like this before, so... I'm making it memorable. C'mon, sit down."

Gently, with your hands in his, he pulled you into a chair before putting a bowl in front of you. Then, he plucked the bud of a rose with his claw-like nails and tucked the flower into your hair behind your ear. The knuckle of his hand traced along your cheek to your jaw. Always careful to not hurt you even on accident.

The first bite of food was almost emotional. It was savory, flavorful and it gave you that safe at home feeling. Perhaps you did get a little teary eyed given everything. All of this and you hadn't even gotten him a card.

"It's so good..." You murmured, "Waylon-"

"Nah, don't." He waved his hand, "You love me?"

"So much. Waylon, I love you." Your hand went to his arm, the scales seeming to almost shiver under your skin.

He shrugged, "That's all I want. You want to do something, get me next year, huh?"

A beat passed after he took another bite.

"...Shit. I love you, too." Waylon started, then got flustered, "Not shit- I- Ah, fuck it. Hope you like your coq au vin."

It was there. It was right there and you couldn't help it, "You hope I like my cock?"

"Don't eat too much, I hope you like my cock-"

"Dessert, right?"

"Sha, you're gonna kill me." He laughed with a wheeze before leaning to kiss you, "Happy Valentine's Day."

"Happy Valentine's Day, Waylon."

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Wuh ohhh scaryyyy

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Hello<3

May I have a 🌹 for BTAS Scarecrow x reader with "Ha! Imagine falling for [name]. Couldn't be me." "Literally no one but you is inlove with them." "I don't appreciate those foul lies coming out of your mouth" (was looking through your prompts and saw this and idk I feel like it would be really funny and kinda cute with BTAS Jonathan)

Make You See

Summary: When you get engaged, Jonatha denies he has any feelings for you - but that couldn't be farther from the truth.

Word Count: 1.0k

Content Warning:Jealousy

A/N: I hope you enjoy this, anon!

Arkham Asylum was rife with the sound of chaotic noise and chatter.

For Jonathan Crane, all he wanted was a moment of peace and quiet – but alas, it seemed something so simple was going to allude him at every turn. Gripping his book in hand that he received from the Arkham library, his knuckles turned white as his fingers dug into the pages, angrily pressing into the thin paper. The Joker was busy ranting and raving about something that Jonathan couldn’t care less about. Harley was trying to get one of the guards to let her play a board game that she didn’t have clearance to play. And Ivy was complaining about the lack of sunlight within the asylum itself. And no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t silence the sounds of chaos all around him. Jonathan had had enough.

He slammed the book closed and tossed it onto the table in front of him, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose. He ran a hand through his short orange hair, but when he opened his eyes, he found Edward Nygma staring at him with a peculiar smile on his face.

“What?” Jonathan asked.

“Oh, nothing. You seem to be out of sorts, Crane,” Edward said, smirking.

“I’m simply tired of all this noise,” he groaned. At least he wasn’t lying when he said that. Pain began to pound behind his eyes, and he groaned again.

“Say my name and I disappear. What am I?” Edward asked.

The answer was silence, but Jonathan wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of answering. Perhaps he should leave the rec room and return to his cell for some peace and quiet – but as he was just about to stand, his eyes caught on the TV hanging on the wall: and there, playing on the news, was a sudden announcement that made his chest ache and heart clench tightly.

GOTHAM SOCIALTE ENGAGED TO BRUCE WAYNE.

It wasn’t Bruce Wayne that was the problem (besides the man being a pompous billionaire playboy), but it was the photo of who he was next to: you. You were clinging to Bruce’s arm, a wide smile on your pretty face, grinning from ear to eat. Bruce looked just as happy, his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you tight against him.

Jealousy twisted in Jonathan’s stomach, a rush of anger crawling through his veins as heat trickled up his throat, blossoming red on his cheeks. You were a socialite from a wealthy family, and not long ago, you’d been attending classes at Gotham University when he was a professor there, before he’d become the Scarecrow. He’d spent time teaching you all about the psychology of fear, but Jonathan couldn’t deny that he’d developed quite the inappropriate feelings for you over the years – feelings that he kept hidden and locked away. You were too young, too pretty, too out of his league for him to ever make a move. Not that he had the confidence to, anyways, but that was a different matter entirely.

He slumped into his seat, his shoulders falling in defeat. Of course you would fall for someone like Bruce Wayne. Ever since the two of you had come out and declared your relationship public for all of Gotham to see, Jonathan had kept a close eye on the story – every photo, every article, every rumor circulating the gossip mill. Perhaps it’d become an obsession of his, but, well…he couldn’t help himself. He needed to know what you were doing.

But this new development was not one he’d foreseen.

“You okay, Crane?” Edward asked, his eyes burning holes in Jonathan’s skin.

Jonathan waved him off. “I’m fine.”

“Is that the girl you like?” Edward asked, wiggling his brows with interest.

“Ha!” Jonathan balked out a laugh. Imagine falling for them. Couldn’t be me.”

Edward shot him a look. “Literally no one but you is in love with them.”

Jonathan’s face flushed. “I don’t appreciate those foul lies coming out of your mouth,” he said through gritted teeth. But he had a funny feeling that Edward already had him pegged. Perhaps the truth was that Jonathan’s feelings for you had grown into more than infatuation – even if he wouldn’t admit it out loud.

“Crane, you have a photo of her hidden in your cell. I’ve seen it,” Edward said.

Jonathan shot him a look. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” But his mouth went dry as the words left his lips, embarrassment prickling along his skin.

Edward waved his hand, a tricky smile twitching at the edge of his mouth. “No need to deny it, Crane. What can travel between two souls without moving?”

The answer was love, but Jonathan was not about to answer that riddle. He frowned, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. He’d had enough of this – and he certainly wasn’t going to sit here and subject himself to listening to anymore about your engagement to a man like Wayne. Snatching his book up, he headed out of the rec room and was escorted back to his cell. As soon as the doors shut behind him, he sighed, tossing his book onto his bed. Sure enough, Edward was right: stuffed under his mattress was a photo of you he’d snipped out of a newspaper and smuggled inside. He carefully pulled it out and took a longing look at it.

His heart ached in his chest, like it was being squeezed by a fist, jealousy turning his stomach to rot. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go. He’d hoped things could be different – but maybe all he needed was a chance to make you see how he felt. And perhaps, if you could not come to love Jonathan Crane, you could come to love the Scarecrow. He smiled, tucking your photo back under his mattress, as he settled down and placed his hands behind his head for comfort, as a thousand ideas ran through his mind. Perhaps, if he could get you to see him for who he really was – someone so much greater than Bruce Wayne – he could convince you that he was worthy of your time and attention.

Oh, yes, Jonathan knew exactly what he was going to do.

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Stupid thing that came to me

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WIP of my beautiful ugly Scarecrow wife <3

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Jonathan Crane hiding under the bed is literally boogeyman chic and I love that for him

Knight Terrors: Nightwing

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bit of a delay in posting it oops but lmao whatever