#Alfred Harvey

[ditzybat]

tim: i’m a seventeen year old CEO of course i do drugs sometimes

bruce: tim i cannot describe how disappointed—

alfred: very hypocritical of you, master bruce. considering at 17 you and that harvey dent were running lines at that boarding school when you thought i wouldn’t find out

bruce: … carry on then…

[hesztia16]

*Wayne Manor, Family dinner*

*Barbara’s phone rings*

*she leaves and comes back a few minutes later, expression solemn*

Dick: what happened

Barbara: the Joker is dead

Jason: *shocked silence*

Tim: *shocked silence*

Damian: *shocked silence*

Alfred: *shocked silence*

Like a dozen other more: *shocked silence*

Bruce: *leaves the room*

Dick: Bruce!

Alfred: Master Bruce what-

Jason: *looks away, clenching his fist*

Bruce: *returns, with a bottle of champagne*

Again: *shocked silence*

Tim: why’s there a note on that saying: “For when the Joker dies”?

Bruce: it was a gag gift from Harvey when he was… you know, less murderous

*not so shocked, more of a hesitant silence*

Jason: *stands* pop it open, old man. I’m bringing the glasses

Alfred: the help is much appreciated, Master Jason

Steph: how did he die?

Barbara, a little confused: my dad said something along the lines of… a bunch of fans manifesting it after the writers were cowards for too long?

[theerurishipper]

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[travsd]

Of Harvey Comics and Noveltoons

A shout-out today to comic book entrepreneur Alfred Harvey (Alfred Harvey Wiernikoff, 1913-1994), who founded Harvey Comics in 1940, and employed his brothers Leon and Robert to help him run it. Founded in the midst of the great comic book explosion of the late ’30s and early ’40s, the company initially introduced now-forgotten superhero characters like Captain Freedom and The Black Cat that…

[incorrectbatfamandfriends]

Alfred: You mean to tell me you’ve got a fake ID Master Bruce?

16 year old Bruce: Well yeah, everyone does.

Bruce: Harvey has one that says he’s got diplomatic immunity-

[emailprobably]

Child Bruce Wayne standing in front of Alfred's bed in the middle of the night saying, youre gonna help me get revenge is actually so on brand for him good job. Fucking little sleep paralysis demon

[not-another-robin]

Understood 👍

[garpen]

Gotham Tarot Cards

Will be linking explanations as I make them.

The Fool: Harley Quinn

The Magician: Duke Thomas

The High Priestess: Barbara Gordon. 

The Empress: Poison Ivy

The Emperor: Bruce Wayne

The Hierophant: Lucius Fox

The Lovers: Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn

The Chariot: Damian  Wayne

Strength: Cassandra Cain

The Hermit: Alfred Pennyworth

The Wheel of Fortune: Gotham City

Justice: Jim Gordon

The Hanged Man: Jason Todd 

Death: Jason Todd

Temperance: Barbara Gordon

The Devil: Ra’s Al Ghul

The Tower: Bane re: Knightfall

The Star: Dick Grayson

The Moon: Scarecrow and Arkham Asylum 

The Sun: Duke Thomas

Judgement: Harvey Dent

The World: The Batfamily

Stephanie Brown: Six of Swords, Page of Wands, and The Two of Pentacles (was a contender for the Fool and the Star cards, but ultimately the characters who were chosen were better fits)

Tim Drake:  Two of Pentacles, Page of Swords, and Seven of Wands. (Was considered for The Magician, The Fool, and the Hierophant cards, but ultimately the characters who were chosen were better fits)

Kate Kane: Queen of Swords, Queen of Wands, and Nine of Wands (Was a contender for the strength and high priestess card, but ultimately the characters who were chosen were better fits)

Luke Fox: Page of Pentacles, Knight of Swords, and Ten of Wands (was considered for the emperor, and the chariot cards, but ultimately the characters who were chosen were better fits)

I do plan to eventually get to the explanations of the minor arcana as well. Though it’s slow coming, as I debate the characters, do some research on them, and deep dive into the meanings of the cards. 

[bruciemilf]

Alfred: Lieutenant Gordon turned on the Batsignal exactly 20 minutes and 30 seconds ago. Just thought you’d like to know

Bruce who’s been redoing his eyeliner all day, about to have a breakdown cause he can’t find his eyeshadow: 19 minutes.

[violent138]

Been thinking a lot about identity shenanigans and it would be so funny if when Harvey (Bruce's long time friend pre face job) and Bruce interacted, Bruce was more than capable of holding his own in an intelligent debate. Harvey couldn't count the number of times Bruce had pointed out a flaw in his thinking, or explained some complicated science, even while wasted. But then every time they were in public-- or worse, with a group of friends from Bruce's insane social circle-- Bruce acted some mix of clueless, deranged and incompetent to the point that Harvey pulled Alfred aside and strongly suggested getting Bruce a therapist.

Alfred, looking over Harvey's shoulder at Bruce, who is standing on a table: "For the drinking, sir? Or is it the cocaine this time?

Harvey: "You know about--? No, for his... multiple personality disorder or whatever."

Alfred: "Whatever do you mean?"

Harvey: "Can you seriously not-- Alfred come on. That's not Bruce Wayne."

Alfred: "Are you feeling okay, Mr.Dent?"

Harvey: ???

[oicuperp]

silly thingy for pride month hehe :3

[moider-time]

AU where Bruce Wayne is a voice actor.

He always had an interest in acting and would've tried it but his anxiety always stopped him from getting into the game. Even trying out for the school play would get him stammering and unable to read his lines. To this day, he mourns the fact that he never got to play Benvolio.

He had given up on his dream years before he heard that there was going to be a reboot of his favourite childhood cartoon, The Gray Ghost (all of Gotham probably heard the scream he let out when he heard the news)

Sadly some of the original cast had passed away before the reboot so they couldn't reprise their roles, and this includes the original Gray Ghost. So you have Bruce hoping like any other fan that they get a good replacement. He talks about it so much that Alfred jokingly says "well Master Bruce if you're so worried about it, you should audition"

And Bruce laughs but he can't stop thinking about it. He twists and turns in bed because the idea of playing The Gray Ghost, of being to kids what the original voice actor was to him as a child, he can't say it's not appealing. He dwells on it for the next few days and while he doesn't know if his inability to perform will extend to voice acting, he wants to try.

On his way down to auditions, he is sweating. He has to have Alfred drop him cause his hands won't stop shaking. Seeing all the people in the waiting room almost makes him turn back around but Alfred talks him back into it.

(I'd like to think that everyone else there either didn't recognise him because he barely leaves the manor or they recognised him and realised that this man is chock full of anxiety so it's better to not bother him)

So he gets into the booth and once he's started reading his lines, he really gets into it. It's so much easier for him to get into character when there aren't dozens of eyes on him. He finishes, thanks them for the opportunity, goes back to the manor, grabs his stuffies and screams into his pillow.

It's weeks later when he gets a call saying that they want him as the new Gray Ghost. He absolutely does not cry into his biggest teddy bear, what are you talking about? He does hug the crap out of Alfred though. They have cookies to celebrate.

Before you know it, everyone is in love with the new voice of The Gray Ghost. Both new and old fans agree that Bruce was a great choice. I can see Bruce using a pseudonym though. Bruce Wayne is a name that has a lot of weight behind it, weight that he doesn't want to feel when he's voice acting. So he asks them to credit him as Bruce Pennyworth or smth. Alfred is sobbing.

He requests to record his lines at home because he isn't always up for leaving the manor and he doesn't want to slow down production. He'd totally have a professional ass set up cause when he's interested in something, he goes in.

Bruce Pennyworth gets offered more voice acting roles whether it's for cartoons, movies, anime dubs or ads. Harvey and Clark both wondering why the voice over in an ad for toothpaste is about to make them act up. Every single one of the batkids went through the "OH MY GOD, YOU'RE BRUCE PENNYWORTH?!?" phase.

( @bruciemilf come get your juice)

[theerurishipper]

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[fandom-whores-world]

Remarkable 2

Batfam x Neglected! Reader

This post is a continuation of the one found here titled prologue

Prologue, Part 3

You had met Harvey Dent at a charity gala your father hosted to support the Gotham Orphanage. He was a bit arrogant, but not to the level of being insufferable. While other people may not have enjoyed his presence you actually found yourself enthralled with his stories and listed with rapture when ever he talked about a new case he was prosecuting. By the end of the night you knew so much about the field of law you swore you could pass the BAR exam if you were to take it the next day.

When the time finally came to part ways you were honestly a bit disappointed. You had enjoyed the older man’s company quite a bit, so it was a shame when he let you know that his car was outside. Just as you were about to wish him well the unexpected happened.

“I’ve really enjoyed our conversation tonight, Ms. Wayne.”

He stuck his hand in his coat and pulled out his business card

“If you ever feel interested in entering the field of law give me a call”

You hesitantly reached out and took it. He gave you a lopsided smile as he watched you fiddle with the card. After thanking him for his generosity you watched him close the close the car door and go on his way.

You pocketed his card and went back inside the manor. The last few guests started trickling out, until finally it was time for Wayne Manor to wish everyone well and close its doors.

As you sat alone in your room you couldn’t help but hold his card out in front of you and think,

Field of law, huh? That doesn’t sound like such a bad idea.

You had never actually considered a career as a lawyer. Sure one or two people at school mag have said you’d be good at it, but you never gave it any serious thought until tonight. Imagine, you, the Wayne family wall flower, as an attorney at law. Would you finally get your family’s attention?

You shook your head at that.

You don’t do things for them anymore. Remember that. Everything you do, you do it for you.

Satisfied with you mental pep talk you went back to toying with the idea of becoming an attorney. You got off your bed where you were laying, and went over to the desk in your room where your computer was. You powered it up and got to work.

You spent almost the whole night researching the field of law. Different areas of study, how much law school costs, what the employment and placement rate was for different schools. Eventually you decided that the only way to decide whether it was the right path for you was to experience it first hand. With that thought in mind you turned off your computer, and got back into bed. Tomorrow was going to be a very busy day.

[gilverrwrites]

My horny ass has been watching Gotham again.

A-Z Gotham Men* and how they fuck you.

*like 75% of Gotham men: Alfred, Bullock, Butch, Ed/The Riddler, Jerome, Jervis, Jim, Lucius, Maroni, Penguin, and Zsasz 🖤

18+ MINORS DNI

Almost everything Alfred does is practiced, and purposeful and despite all his training, he’s still rough around the edges. But when he looks into your eyes, when he hears his name on your lips, all of that hardness and posturing dissipates. He tries to praise you but it comes out all muddled and breathless. So he worships your body as best he can, gently brushing your most sensitive parts with strong calloused hands, rocking your bodies together until you’re as lost as he is. Sometimes he does it with those white cotton gloves still on, and he neglects to clean them for days after because he can still smell you on them.

Bullock talks a big game, but he’s not the man he used to be. Still, what he lacks in youth, he makes up for in enthusiasm. Swollen lips kiss and suck at you, wherever he can find, his scruffy facial hair leaving beard rash on all his favourite parts. Firm, clammy hands pull and grope and guide your body, showing you how he likes it done. “Oh yeah, ooooh yeah, baby.” He pants between ragged breaths and clenched teeth, “Feels so fucking good baby, just like that.” When he’s done he wipes you down with a wet cloth and a cheeky grin, offering to buy you a drink he’s needed since you started.

Butch is big and sturdy and such a good boy. Butch is happy to say whatever you want to hear, to do whatever you want him to do, for you to use his body however you need to get off. “Anything for you Ma’.” He gets high on the scent of you, whimpers when you touch his cock, and eagerly licks up any mess he’s made, whenever, and wherever you allow him to. He’s at your service, just tell him what to do, so long as you shower him with your praise and adoration when you’re done. He especially loves it when you run your fingers through his hair, and plant your kisses behind his ears.

Ed is curious and attentive. His voice is shaky as he asks “Is this okay?” “Does that feel good?” “Is all this because of me?” His long fingers tentatively exploring every inch of you, in and out, memorising every jerk of your body, retaining every noise you make. He refuses to cum until you’re ready, until you’re fully entwined and engrossed in each other.

But The Riddler knows you’re needy. The Riddler takes advantage of that desperation, because it makes you dumb and mailable. He uses your body for his pleasure, he knows where to twist and pull to make your walls wet and tight around him. When you try to speak, he shushes you, cups your cheeks in gloved hands and coos; “I know, I know. Don’t speak. Just take it.”

Jerome is unpredictable. Some nights he’s a tease, making you beg and plead for your own defilement. It’s an act, entertainment, and you’re his favourite performer. When you’re good to him, he’s good to you, but when you’re bad, he’s really really bad. But it’s hard to be good, because he likes to move the goalpost whenever he senses you getting comfortable.

On other nights he’s clingy, and dutiful. He uses you to keep his cock warm, cradling you, swaying your bodies back and forth, inching himself deeper and deeper inside of you, and laughing into the crook of your neck.

Jervis is composed, and poised. He rolls his sleeves up and lets his hat sit askew while you ride him. Likes to watch the way you wither and pant, your eyes grow more and more vacant each time you work his cock deeper into your burning core. Likes to whisper and woo you with his sweet nothings. “Aren’t you a treasure? Fucking yourself for my pleasure?” It’s such a thrill to watch you come undone for him, especially when you’ll unravel yourself willingly.

As to be expected, Jim is the vanilla type. The quiet type, the strong and sturdy type. He makes love to you like it’s his duty, holding you down in missionary or the mating press as he hammers into you in powerful, uniform thrusts into your both coming undone, your name escaping his lips in an atypically soft whisper when he finishes deep inside you. What’s less expected is his oral fixation. Jim likes to relieve his stress by loosing himself between your legs, by licking and sucking and biting all the parts that make you flinch. He likes to know he’s left his mark on you, even if it’s confined to the places only he can lay his eyes on.

Lucius is like the cat that got the cream, grinning the whole time, every time. No matter the place or position, he peppers your skin with kisses, the curl of his lips evident with each press of his open mouth. He likes it slow and deep. Holds your feet over his shoulders and sink in until you can both feel his tip press against your cervix. Tell him how good that feels, smile back at him and he’s a goner. He likes to finish in your mouth, likes to watch the way your body perks when his cock twitches against your tongue, the way your expression softens, and your lids grow heavy when his thick, warm cum hits the back of your throat. You can barely roll over to grab the tissue before he’s on you again, ready to assault you with yet another round of smile-laden kisses.

Maroni likes a show, likes to be entertained, likes to know he makes you feel good without barely lifting a finger, he’s just that good, you know? So he lets you grind against him, or lets you ride him, nice and slow. He might play with your nipples when he wants you to make those pretty little noises, or press your tongue down with his think fingers when he wants you to be quiet. After you’ve found your release he holds your hips in a vice-like grip as he bucks up into you, deceptively fast for a big guy, until he unloads wherever he sees fit.

Penguin fucks you in a frenzy, high on your body, using you like every time is the first and last chance he’ll get. He ruts into you in short, sharp movements. He likes to see you on your knees, worshipping at his feet, taking him in whatever hole he pleases. He likes to rub his cock on your face, likes to mark you with his musk. When he speaks, it’s between shallow, harsh breaths, he begs demands that you call out his name, again, and again, louder and louder, ensuring everyone knows you belong to the King of Gotham.

Zsasz doesn’t care about your pleasure or comfort. In fact, it’s your pain that gets him off. Zsasz will fuck you dry so he can watch you flinch. He pinches, and wrenches, and grabs you like a ragdoll. He enjoys choking you until your neck is bruised and swollen, until you're crying deliciously salty tears that he loves to lick up. He likes to cut you on those fleshy, tender parts, likes to see your deep red blood on his pale hands. He loves to fuck you until you’re shaking, until you’re sore and overstimulated and begging him to stop.

[daily-riddler]

? DAILY RIDDLER ?

Bruce just wants to have his dinner smh