#Arkham Games

[albertonavajoart]

#Arkhamtober Day 19 The Riddler

[mikakuna]

this is one of the arkham knight audio files where jason kinda breaks down to barbara and it's SO SAD. the way his voice shakes and gets smaller like a child's when talking about what joker did to him gets me so bad :(

[acapelladitty]

Batman: Arkham Session #1

Summary: After an incident at work, Edward Nashton is assigned to Dr. Jonathan Crane for psychological assessment. A decision which places both men in the firing line.

One half of an exchange with the incredible @skxtchyghost who has the absolutely amazing art half of this little encounter here!

Fic Masterlist /// Link to A03

From the moment he laid eyes on him, Jonathan Crane could tell that Edward Nashton would be less than an ideal patient. From the way that he lounged carelessly in his chair to his casual gaze which swept along the many achievements and objects which littered the walls of Jonathan's office.

Every inch of the lanky frame screamed difficult and Jonathan found his mood worsening as he shifted past the meagre introductions which had been shared.

Jonthan flicked his eyes over the notes he had been provided from the incident report as his left hand rose to adjust the bolo tie which hung loosely around his throat.

"You destroyed a workstation in a fit of," Jonathan lifted the top sheet of paper from his clipboard as he quoted the report directly, "obvious rage while using considerably inappropriate language. These are not the actions of a rational man."

Unapologetic, Edward spread his hands in a wide gesture as a defensive smile stretched across his lips.

"I'm the only rational man in this city."

"Oh?"

Really having a limited interest in whatever nonsense Edward was about to spout, Jonathan made a quick note on his clipboard - ready to simply diagnose him with some asinine anxiety disorder and throw some medication at him to quell the worst of his obvious symptoms.

"The others are so willing to ignore the corruption," Edward continued with a growing irritation, "how unbearably stupid and foolish the criminals that rule this city choose to be."

"Harsh allegations."

"Only because the evidence is routinely destroyed. Weeks of work erased in an instance because a particular name would rather not be associated with the actions investigated." His tone snappy, Edward was clearly not at peace with his treatment and Jonathan frowned at the sudden emotional outburst. "Weeks! Good work. No recognition. Only a sharp reminder that our job is to catch real criminals."

"I can imagine the frustration."

Something in Edward's expression shifted and Jonathan tensed as he took in the change in body language, the immediate aggression which crawled into his leaning frame and clenching fists as Edward met his gaze without flinching. It was an open challenge and Jonathan would not back down as he accepted and adjusted his glasses to allow him to keep Edward's attention.

"You bore me. Don't feed me the words I want to hear, Doctor."

"Interesting. Do you see me as your enemy?"

Wary but slightly more interested in his patient, Jonathan asked the question with the smallest of smiles.

"Yes. Your work is as corrupted as mine even if your corruption comes from a more personal insistence."

Jonathan's blood ran cold.

"I do not know you, Mr. Nashton. Neither do you know me."

He couldn't know.

No one knew.

Especially not a jumped up technician from the GCPD.

No.

He was just fishing for information, attempting to claw back the control of the situation by fabricating infor-

"Your purchasing history is interesting, both online and in your role within this asylum." Edward grinned, his body language relaxing into something almost smug. "Meaningless to a layman, but a small touch of research and critical thinking goes to show just how dangerous the various chemicals and research papers you collect could be. Pair that with the increased reports of catatonia which patients under your care have been reduced to and we have something approaching a pattern."

"Mr. Nashton, these delusions do nothing to further yo-"

Rudely, Jonathan found himself cut off by a childish wave.

"Your business is your own and I have no reason to care for any of the degenerates in this building. My work is almost finished and I have my own important business to attend to. Where our paths cross is that I require a clean bill of health to leave my job with the appropriate supports in place."

Smiling widely, his glasses pushed tight against his eyes, Edward perched his fingers on the light-coloured vest which covered his shirt as his cheap shoes tapped a soft rhythm to the carpet. Opposite him, Jonathan felt much more uptight - the shift in dynamic having put his teeth on edge as the urge to regain control of the situation tempted him into dangerous territory.

"You're blackmailing me." Jonathan gritted out.

"If you choose to view it as such then yes. I choose to view it as a mutual exchange of services." Shrugging, Edward caught his hands between his knees. "You clear me, and I erase some of the more unsavoury purchases that you have unsuccessfully distanced from your name."

Seeing each other plainly, Jonathan abandoned any pretence of playing the game and his expression soured into open distaste, regarding Edward with contempt.

"And what guarantees do I have that you are speaking the truth? One word from me and you will be locked away with the worst that Gotham has to offer." Flashing a cruel grin, filled with yellowing teeth, Jonathan tilted his head. "I could have you in a shared cell which houses violence that would easily end a man like yourself."

"All my information is due to release at a specific time if I am not available to prevent it. Risk it all and see."

Reclining once more, Edward presented his hand before himself as he investigated his nails with a forced nonchalance.

"So, Doctor Jonathan Crane, how are we going to move past this?"

[superklutzkent]

“coz we just gowt our asses kicked”

[transmasculinizing]

imo i dont really like batjokes outside of very over the top silly batman media (like lego movie or 66') but good GOD the ending of arkham city where batman is about to give joker the cure and he talks about the nature of their relationship and how its a toxic cycle of misery and death and joker stabs him causing batman to drop the antidote and jokers panicking and ask batman if hes happy now and batman goes "wanna know something funny? even after all youve done i still wouldve saved you" and joker startd laughing and goes "that actually is,, pretty funny" as hes dying while laughing and the scene cuts to batman carrying jokers dead body out of the building like a pretty princess. mind you a few moments ago joker literally killed batmans gf and he had to walk it off quickly and focus on the matter at hand and when he left that building he carried JOKERS body in his arm not his girlfriend like-

how is this not the gayest shit ever like im so serious this is gayer than the lego batman movie. yes its toxic but its also fucking gay like i dont need to like it to know its fucking gay like gay porn is less gay than arkham batman and joker.

then in arkham knight batman is hallucinating joker the whole time and he hallucinates him singing a song about their relationship that has lines like " that was the night you let me die / but then i looked you in the eye / thats when i knew wed be together " like sir that is the man who tortured your son and killed your girlfriend and ruined your life. hes dead and hes still fucking with you somebody get this bitch some antipsychotics and better taste in men asap or theres no hope for his gayass 😭

[riddley-art]

Woke up to some exciting news about Batman: Arkham Shadows! I was not expecting Elijah Wood to voice Jonathan Crane, but honestly, he’s perfect for the role! His voice feels like a natural precursor to the high-pitched, cackling Scarecrow we know from Arkham Asylum. And Troy Baker is back as Harvey Dent! So thrilled to see him reprise one of my favorite performances from Arkham Knight! I’m getting so pumped for this game!

[harvey-dent]

❓riddle me this; what’s dead? . . . YOU! ❓

[geekinthesheet5]

Ignore batman hah hah in the corner 🥶

[madame-helen]

[riddlebirdweek]

With a new game, Batman: Arkham Shadow, due out this month there's new incentive to get into this version of the ship. Over the games we've seen the characters develop, giving scope to a variety of dynamics from trying to make their mark to holding their crown. Try any iteration for #riddlebirdweek.

[one-fancy-flapjack]

The average Riddler experience. (he's so silly I want to bite him)

[albertonavajoart]

#Arkhamtober Day 28 Red Hood

[mikakuna]

his cunty stride and bouncy ass are unstoppable <3

[acapelladitty]

`♡° kinktober 2024! ---

☆ kink: Free use

☆ pairing: Arkham Riddler/Reader

☆ summary: A lost bet allows Edward to use you as he sees fit, when he wants and how he wants.

kinktober '24 ☆ main masterlist ☆ ao3

Turning the temperature of the thermostat up a few notches, you shiver as another gust of cool air blows across your naked frame. The dishes from last night’s meal lay in a messy pile to the side of the sink and you quickly drop them in the basin before filling it with hot water, squirting a healthy amount of dish soap to begin cutting through the grime.

Despite your shiver at the chill, every inch of your body feels warm and primed with anticipation as you listen to Edward pottering around as he completes his work for the day. A lost bet had gained him a prize for the day and his prize of choice had been free use of you as he saw fit.

It was a choice which had made your cunt instantly damp at the very thought of being made to remain nude for the remainder of the day while he gained free access to each of your holes and everything in between. However, a little of the spark had shifted into annoyance when his first demand had been that you take responsibility for the dishes.

Prick.

Dipping your hand into the hot, bubbling water to scrub some of the accumulated filth from the pot, you startle in place as a firm hand gropes at your ass – fingers digging into the soft skin before trailing up your back to push your upper body forward slightly.

Breath catching and arousal back in full force at how casually he positioned you into something more comfortable for him to fuck, you stand with your legs further apart and groan as he sinks a single finger deep within your cunt to test how ready you are for him.

Edward enters you with one firm thrust and you’re instantly thankful for the mild arousal which already coats your hole as you can feel that his cock is dry and uncaring of how prepped you are to receive him.

His arm comes to wrap around your waist, pinning you against him as he keeps his cock buried within your cunt – the burning stretch of him forcing a stuttered sigh from your lips as you spread your legs a little further to ease the pressure.

“Keep cleaning,” he demands roughly, lazily thrusting away at your cunt as every cant of his hips makes your heels lift slightly off the ground.

Returning to your task, the fact that he is using you so freely while expecting you to continue with your chores is as much of a turn-on as you thought it would be – heat dancing along your skin as you picture how fucked-up and domestic it would look to any observer.

He’s not gentle and the force of his groin slapping your own causes you to drop one of the plates back into the basin, hot water splashing up from the sink and onto your bare chest.

“I should have known you were too incompetent to do something as simple as washing dishes. A menial task which even a chimp could achieve,” loving the sound of his own voice as always, Edward can’t help but humiliate your simple actions and you clench your cunt around him in response.

“Sorry, sir,” you apologise with a gasp as his balls slap harshly against your cunt. Buried as deeply as possible, the stretch of him is delicious but frustration claws at your throat as you feel the heat of his release shooting deep within your cunt. You were nowhere near close, his aggression only just shifting your feelings from discomfort to pleasure and you grunt in disappointment as he pulls free.

Empty, hot, and immediately feeling his release trickling free of your battered cunt, you diligently start to stack the washed dishes on the rack as Edward leaves without another word. The temptation to drop your hand between your legs and stoke the dwindling fires of your arousal is high but doing so would probably piss Edward off so you resist for the moment.

Abandoning the dishes to dry naturally, you stroll casually to one of the two armchairs which litter the main sitting area of his workrooms. Dropping to the fabric with a sharp exhale allows your body to relax for a moment as your fingers grasp at the nearby table in a sightless attempt to snatch up your mobile phone and mindlessly scroll through some social medias as you enjoy your downtime.

You can hear Edward working, the sound of clanking metal being interspersed with vaguely audible grumbles of discontent as his project refused to bend to his sheer will. A quick glance over the top of the armchair confirms that his attention is elsewhere, his goggles missing from the top of his head, and so you feel safe enough to drop your hand to your cunt.

Swiping across your upper thigh, you gather up some of the mess there and bring it to your lips – instantly tasting the mixed arousal which stains your skin as Edward’s release continues to drip free of your hole to spread across your shifting thighs. Another swipe of your fingers gathers more of the mess and drags it back up to your cunt, your palm laying flat against the swollen, sensitive flesh as you push it against your clenching hole.

Lost in thought as your other hand clenches around your phone, you don’t even realise that Edward is standing to the side of your armchair watching your palm press against your cunt until it’s too late. His rough hand wrapping around your wrist makes you startle in place as you find yourself pulled from the chair you are lounging in.

Looking up, you catch Edward’s eye for a moment before he uses his grip of your arm to drag you over to his work bench.

Wordlessly, he forces you to your knees and pushes down roughly on your shoulder until you dutifully shuffle your way under his desk – your cunt throbbing with neglect as you realise what he wants from you. The floor under his work bench is uncomfortable, covered in some unknown grit which presses into your knees and makes you grimace as you struggle to find a way to lessen the discomfort.

“Unzip me and do what comes naturally, slut,” Edward says and the casualness of the insult has your teeth biting at your lower lip as your trembling fingers swiftly free his cock from its confines.

His cock is dry to the touch but visibly stained by your earlier fuck and arousal. He’s already hard, a fact which you find genuinely surprising given his recent release but you know better than to question it as you wrap your hand around the base of his cock and pump along his length gently.

A sharp hand colliding with the back of your head makes you gasp and you glance up at Edward with a questioning look to find him looking down at you with his googles pushed back up to his hairline.

“If I wanted a hand, I could have serviced myself, silly girl. Let’s put those useless lips to work and if you prove yourself worthy then we will see about a reward.”

His jaw and vest are stained with some dark liquid which could have been oil or grime and you can’t help but glance at it. Two warm fingers drop to grip at your jaw as Edward tilts your head painfully high, the strain on your neck making you grimace, and the intensity of his gaze as it pins you from his lines face makes your cunt throb with need.

“Now!” He continues and his lips stretch into a mocking smile as he drops your chin and pats you on the head like some kind of pet.

Shuffling forward on your knees, you use your hand to pull his cock to your mouth as you instantly lick a wet line up his pulsing shaft. Slicking his length with your tongue, you rub your thighs together as the familiar taste and scent of him fills your senses, that masculine smell which clung to his skin driving you wild as you struggle to please him.

Edward audibly grunts as you suck the head of his cock between your lips and his ass raises slightly off the chair as he pushes himself further within your mouth. Able to control his movements slightly, you adjust the bobbing of your head to ensure that you don’t choke on his length and have to pull free – taking the time to steady your breathing through your nose.

You work him over with determination, every suck of your hollowed cheeks pairing with your tongue as you flick it across his length and leave his cock a mess of saliva and pre-cum. Edward’s efforts to maintain composure are strong but you can hear the soft grunts and exhales of his lips as you take him into your throat.

It proves too much for him and you panic for a moment as his hand drops to hold your head in place roughly while he comes. His release is hot as it pumps down your throat and you are able to pull free enough to cough and splutter as the corners of your eyes water with the effort.

Edward gives you no time to recover as his fingers grip at your shoulder again and pull you from your kneeling position with an obvious, yet silent demand.

Following his hand, you find yourself draped across his lap with your hands pressing against the floor as your ass and neglected cunt hang off the other side of his legs to give him easy access to your holes. His wilting cock presses warmly against your side and you can feel how rapidly his chest is moving as he struggles to control his breathing.

His fingers plunge into your cunt without care, your walls squeezing his digits desperately, and the obscene noise of how wet you are makes fresh heat flare along your skin. Still worked up from your early fuck and sucking him off, it doesn’t take long before your legs are tensing and your breath is huffing in sharp pants as you hold off your release until you get permission.

“Please let me come?”

“Maybe later,” Edward teases and his fingers pull free of your hole in an instant, leaving you on the edge as a frustrated howl breaks your lips. The tension flitters away quickly and you find yourself painfully aroused and again in need of some attention as you squirm against his legs.

“Eddie, pleas-” A plea which is put to rest as his hand collides with your ass in a sharp slap which stings for only a moment.

“Be quiet or I’ll fill that mouth again and maybe you’ll pick up some braincells from what I make you swallow. I have work to do and I will continue to amuse myself with your warm yet pathetic little body as I sort through my calculations.”

Unable to deny his wishes due to your lost bet, you scowl at the floor even as your voice offers up a submissive agreement.

“Yes, sir.”

[caesariawritesstuff]

I made a thing

[kissyboots]

For @jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear Scarecrow Week :Day 1 Toxin Takeover!

Whatcha huffin there professor?

Just finished watching Arkham Shadow today And I had to paint this beautiful, walking malpractice, quack of a doctor. 🫶

"I don't abduckt people...I treat them."