#'Arkham Knight

[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

Letters from Jonathan || Arkham Knight Verse (Ko-fi Commission for finniestoncrane)

Dear Edward,

It has been several weeks since my capture and unfortunate failure. This letter comes to you out of anger, and perhaps desperation. You, among a few others, escaped shortly after the incident on halloween and I, unable to get up from the floor did not make it out the double doors of the GCPD.

I am now in Arkham, and while letters are normally not permitted, I have my ways with the guard. You should be receive this shortly after the first of December. I need a way out.

I can’t stand it here, you know as well as I, that this man does not do well in cramped quarters, and certainly not with a mangled leg. I can’t even lay in bed comfortably, as if these pathetic excuses for beds are comfortable.

Come get me. Make a scene. Use your damned bots if you have to. I don’t care how you do it, but you better find a way.

-Crane

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Dear Jonathan,

I have expiated this letter and it should be in your hands by the 4th, let’s hope your friendly neighborhood arkham guard brings it to your cell.

You need to be prepared for my GRAND entrance, as I do not want your pitiful self to fall behind due to a panic attack. You’re stronger than that, yes? Good. I’ll pretend you’re nodding along.

I have set my wonderus, fantastical, and loyal Riddler-bots to storm the compound at 12:04am, right when the guards chance shifts. If you’re lucky, the guard I paid handsomely to hand this letter over should have also inserted a key fob. Use that to release yourself and head down the south corridor past those dreaded therapy offices--there’s a vent to the left of Leland’s room that leads directly outside. Assuming you can muster the strength, crawl though as my bots create a distraction. If the damned dark knight can do it, you can too.

I will be awaiting you.

Your bestest friend, Edward

P.S: that’s sarcasm

[ciricearts]

SOBBING WHILE PLAYING

[vinamari]

How it feels going to bed after reading some words

It was angst

[c1nnam00n]

me tweaking out trying to find that one good fanfic

[ky-landfill]

[cheshuiniza]

[frownyalfred]

whenever Jason says “do I look like Batman to you?” it’s like….babes, I don’t know how to tell you this but….yeah.

[robinhuntr]

Arkham-verse creators when they see Tim and Jason

[in-som-niyah]

Jason Todd has abs you could grate cheese on.

no i will not elaborate

[devotedlyandrogynousyouth]

Batfam! P Links

This is my first time doing something like this, so feedback is super appreciated. Also!! Gotta be logged into twitter (X) for these to work.

Bruce Wayne

- He just can't resist you when you come to visit the office<3

- The bathroom of a charity gala that neither of you were particularly interested in

- What you send him after he paid to get your nails done while he was away on a business trip

-A private beach that he bought out when he finally retired

- You're still getting used to how big he is

- He tries to be gentle, but his cock is just so huge that it's a pleasant, painful every time regardless of how much he preps you

- How's he supposed to focus at work when you send him those slutty little pictures in your new lingerie?

Jason Todd

- Something about this just screams Jason vibes to me. Maybe softdom? Maybe showing off his strength/muscles?

- LOVES when you guys get noise complaints just from the actions alone, nevermind the moans

- He sent this just to mess around with you while he was in the gym changing rooms

- Yes, you two have tried this. Yes, the gun was unloaded. Yes, he still made sure it has safety on. Yes, you clogged up his favorite pistol with your cum.

- This is kinda how I thought of Virgin! Jason Todd eating you out

- More gun play with Jason but in his only nice car

Richard Grayson

- Helping him clean off in the shower after a particularly long patrol

- A little tease while he's in a motel on a mission

- He absolutely worships you like the goddess you are

- Your poor baby makes a mess of himself after not being able to cum for a few weeks while on a mission

- Making you do everything yourself because you got bratty with him about having to cockwarm

- Trying his best to take it slow once he finally gets his hands on you coming home from that stupid mission

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Masterlist

[itsdabatt]

Can i interest you in some snibor (reverse robins)

(Descriptions + close ups under cut)

Damian Al Ghul-Wayne AKA “Nighthawk”

Age 26. Formerly known as “Mantis”, Damian was Batman’s partner and sidekick from ages 10-18. During this time he makes a handful of similar-aged allies (and eventual friends) but is ultimately one of few child vigilantes for a while. Tension builds over the years, as Damian is desperate to prove himself worthy of the Batman mantle and Bruce is hesitant to sentence his son to such a bleak legacy. Damian dies and is resurrected at age 18. Shortly after being stripped of his title, he returns as Nighthawk, an aggressive but resolutely non-lethal hero. Over time he and Bruce relearn to coexist, thought not without great difficulty amidst the conflict of Tim’s emergence as Cricket. Damian still feels his father’s rejection and dreadfully anticipates the day he is cast away yet again, but he does his best to include himself in Bruce’s chosen children’s lives, having grown to know it’s not their fault. Nighthawk is now known as Gotham’s most merciful vigilante.

Timothy Drake-Wayne AKA “Draken”

Age 21. Formerly known as “Cricket”, Tim convinced Batman at age 14 to let him join his crusade by leveraging his knowledge of his and Damian’s identities (gained through a mix of process of elimination & a hunch regarding damian’s relation to the league of assassins, his time of conception, and bruce’s travel records). Feeling Damian’s absence, Bruce accepts his proposal, inaccurately assuming he wouldn’t grow as attached to a child who shared no blood relation to him. When Tim’s parents die, he’s adopted at age 16. Troubled by their death, he becomes Draken at age 17. Bruce notices a few concerning statistics in Tim’s patrols but is unable to confront him as he adopts Jason and then Dick soon after. When Bruce is reported to be dead, he left explicit instructions to not allow Damian to become Batman, leaving Tim as his successor. Not long after this, Tim runs off to look for Bruce, leaving Dick and Gotham to fend for themselves. During this period it is known that Tim was exposed to a lazarus pit, but he has done extensive work to conceal the events that took place during his search. Tim eventually returns with evidence of Bruce’s survival, seemingly unchanged by his journey beyond a strip of white hair and green eyes.

Jason Todd-Wayne AKA “The Red Hood”

Age 16. Formerly known as “Firefly”, Jason was adopted at age 12 after being caught stealing the tires off the batmobile. Unwilling to trust Bruce Wayne, Jason was promised the opportunity to become batman’s sidekick, just as Tim (who jason admired) had. At 13 Jason is thought to be dead. In actuality, he was held in an abandoned wing of Arkham Asylum being tortured by the joker for over a year and a half. There have been recent reports of a Red Hood operating in gotham, and while few details are known at this time it is of note that Dick seems to be quite avoidant of any conversation regarding him. Interestingly, the Red Hood has shown a steep decline in fatalities following his initial hostile takeover of the gotham drug trade. While his presence is felt, the Red Hood is rarely seen. Despite this, the Red Hood has been known to protect the children of Crime Alley, and reportedly has only ever spoken directly to children.

Richard “Dick” Grayson AKA “Nightwing”

Age 13. Formerly known as “Robin”, Dick was adopted at age 10 when Tim and Bruce were in the audience as he watched his parents die in an orchestrated trapeze incident. Although Dick is determined to track down his parents’ murderer, Damian and Bruce try their best to convince him otherwise. Before they can break through to him, Tony Zucco is found dead in the harbor with no known cause or motivation behind his death. With the choice taken from him, Dick ultimately accepts Bruce’s terms and chooses to become Robin, being Batman’s sidekick alongside Jason for a little under a year. When Bruce dies, Dick is justifiably upset by the division of the family and Damian does his best to support him alone after Tim disappears. Still reeling from the loss of his parents, then Jason, then Bruce, and now the sting of Tim’s abandonment, he begins to lash out and question the sanctity of the no kill rule. He becomes Nightwing at age 13 soon after Bruce’s return to life, having begun to associate the name “Robin” with death and betrayal. Dick claims he has had no contact with the Red Hood. In an attempt to socialize Dick with non-crimelord vigilantes his age, Damian and Jon formed the Teen Titans, which, in hindsight, may have been more trouble than it was worth.

[squero215]

Jay✨✨🌹

Part 1

Ins / X

[guummy]

“what the fuck are you wearing?” jason asked in amusement when his eyes met your approaching figure.

ever since moving in with jason, you coincidentally found yourself clad in his clothes more often than not. it started with his jackets, the fabric seemlessly enveloping your body, the smell of his fragrances radiating through the seams. a few of them ended up on your acclaimed section of the closet after jason charitably offered them.

from such an occasional thing, it quickly turned into an everyday affair once you began to wear his shirts around your homely, shared apartment. they were undeniably suitable for the circumstance ( and jason had confessed many times about what lustful acts he wanted to do to you whenever you wore them ), and soon all of his clothes smelt like you.

so, the fact you were stood in his black boxer briefs, he simply had to accept it.

"'m wearing clothes," you shrugged with a small smile, standing beside him as he prepared a cup of coffee for himself, "is there a problem?"

his gaze graced over your playful grin, his entire body sighing at your teasing.

"clothes, aka, my boxers," he corrected, leaning against the cold counter as his olived hued irises practically stared at your body without any hint of shyness or shame. "we might as well not have two seperate closets."

"i like my clothes though," you hummed, closing the already small proximity between the two of you, your head tilting up to meet his gaze.

"but i can't wear yours?" he joked, his hand now resting against the surface of your back.

"i can't wait for the day i get to see you in lace," you grinned, your cheeks warm at your bubbling laughter as he leaned down to mash his bruised lips against yours, your body weakening at his touch. his lips enveloped yours in a heated embrace, his exhales untamed. after a few more moments, he pulled away in a mess of hushed inhales before planting a kiss to your temple.

"you look good in them though," jason hushed, his prodding fingers dusting shapes down the valley of your spine.

"i do? well, maybe you could help me take them off later," you teased, earning a uncomposed laugh from the vigilante.

"lets have breakfast first ── ."

[skyeconch]

[Y/N & Jason relaxing on the bed]

Y/N :

Y/N : I kind of feel like an orange

Jason, sleeping on ur chest : I feel like a tomato..

Y/N : no— *laughs*

Y/N : I mean like— eating an orange 😂

Jason : oh 😲 we got one in the kitchen 😊

Y/N : but… I don’t feel like peeling it

Jason : I’ll peel it for you

Jason : I’ll cut it for you

Jason : I’ll sauté it. Whatever you want

Y/N : *overwhelmed by cuteness aggression and hugs him tightly*

Jason, voice muffled : babe, I need to breathe!

[e-nonsense]

“Keep your legs open doll, I’m still hungry.”

THISSS 🤭 love your writing!

the arkham knight was ruthless in every form. fighting, banter, even in bed. jason hated how attached to you he’d become, his obsession growing by the second with the way you still tried to fight back against him but melted the second he held you in his arms.

it was confusing but he took it as a good sign. the fighting was a front and the second he had you cozied up in his arms, you were his.

sure he’d technically taken you. kidnapped, whatever.

but that’s the cost of being a vigilante— no, correction, one of bruce’s vigilantes.

jason loved the way you tried to keep the worry hidden in your eyes when he came back to you bleeding one night.

most of all he loved that pretty place between your legs, saved all for him. he loved fucking it, touching it and watching your chest heave.

but most of all he loved eating you out. the bitter yet sweet taste on his tongue was something that he savoured. he enjoyed the squish of thighs around his head when things became too much for you and you started feeling overstimulated.

his hand came down on your thigh, the smack echoing in the room followed by your little cry of pain. his voice a soft growl as he pushed your thighs apart, glaring up at you from his place between your thighs.

“keep your legs open, doll.”

he licked a fat stripe up your pussy, groaning at the taste before having to pull away — much to his disappointment — to finish his sentence.

“i’m still hungry.”

[ky-landfill]