#Gotham rogues headcanons

[tarrenterror25]

Black Mask, Hush (if you want) and Two Face training reader to be their good girl 🥵

OH 💖

Black Mask:

-Involves a lot of bondage and degradation -You wanna be his good girl? Just let him use you as a stress toy, tell him how much you love being used by him. -Impact play with him testing your limits and slowly building up your pain tolerance from spanking with his hand to using a branded paddle with his initials. -Let him put his hands on you no matter where you are; the car, the club, a meeting. God, he gets so desperate for you, he just needs you, needs his hands on you, needs to be buried inside you. -Being Roman's good girl is being ready to explore things with him; he wants to fuck you literally everywhere and he wants to fuck you in every way possible, with his hands, his cock, toys, using your cunt, ass, mouth, everything, he's insatiable for you. -Being submissive to him is a one way ticket to being spoiled by him.

Two-Face:

-Likes someone who can cater to both sides of him -Definitely is a brat tamer and pairs well with the duality of a brat; someone who can push his buttons and is a bit of a menace, but once he puts you in your place you're all soft and pathetic and helpless -He likes to push your buttons, too; cockwarming with you in his lap while he sits at his desk going over some heist plans or just idly rolling his coin in between his fingers, pretending that he doesn't notice you squirming or hear you whining for more -Being his good girl means taking him as he is; sometimes he wants to fuck you six ways to Sunday, bent over and screaming for him and other times he wants to take you nice and slow, you on top so he can see you and admire you.

Hush:

(okay ive never written for hush so im sorry if this doesn't seem right)

-Manipulative, he'll sweetly convince you to slowly break down your defenses for him -You're perfect to him, buuut he might make some suggestions on things that could be changed, just in theory though unless you want him to alter you. Having you lie naked while he takes a marker and gently draws little lines all over your flesh of where he would like to change you, highlight your features or he's just circling the parts he likes already -Lots of receiving and reciprocating body worship is how to be Hush's good girl. -Loves to fuck you while you wear something expensive

[incorrectbatfam]

Weirdest thing the batfam saw Bruce have in his belt that worked against a rogue

Joker: All out of weapons already, batsy? We didn't even get to the fun part.

Bruce: That's what you think.

Bruce: *pulls a nickel out of his belt*

Bruce: *walks to the batarang vending machine*

Bruce: *inserts the nickel and picks a batarang*

*batarang gets stuck*

Bruce, hitting the machine: Stupid thing always eats my money.

Joker:

The batkids:

Joker: Does this happen a lot?

Dick: The smoke pellet machine on Main Street is worse.

Bruce: *reaches into the slot and gets his arm stuck*

Bruce: Someone help me.

Damian: *sighs and pulls Bruce's arm out*

Bruce: Thanks, kiddo.

Bruce: *kisses the top of Damian's head*

Bruce: *turns around and stabs Joker with the batarang*

The batkids:

Duke: I just wanna know how he's getting it at 1940s prices.

[i-smoke-chapstick]

‘THE VALLEY, [hard kinks! hcs]

-GOTHAM!VILLAINS X READER-

⋆ Characters ↬ Oswald Cobblepot, Victor Zsasz, Edward Nygma, Jerome Valeska, Jervis Tetch

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; hard and unusual kinks hcs with the gotham villain men

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!villains x female reader. PURE PORN like this is absolutely filthy and descriptive. Some of these are probably too creative and WAY out of character, but oh well. I need to practice my smut writing skills and what better way to do it then with some short scenarios of our boys ? HARD KINKS (all of them are too kinky for there own good) sadomasochistic sex warning for victor and jerome,,, and (sort of?) non-consensual hypnosis warning for jervis, somnophilia and bondage warning for ed. controlling and degrading behavior.

𝛰𝑆𝑊𝐴𝐿𝐷 𝐶𝛰𝐵𝐵𝐿𝐸𝑃𝛰𝑇

♫ “Obey, like I’m your master babe.” The Valley by Miguel

He has a habit of leaving in the mornings. He’s a gangster, a crime lord. He loves his job…you think. But it’s hard. Especially seeing him go. Which is why when the two of you fuck, he makes it worth your while.

Yes, he’s shy. He despises indecency. He doesn’t fuck, he makes love. At least, that’s what he likes to think, so you let him.

But you know better. Oswald can’t control anything about himself. The man is impulsive and spoiled. And when he wants you to feel something, you feel it. For better or for worse.

Which is why when he’s awfully pent up and sexually frustrated, you reap the benefits of the king of gotham’s cock pistoning into you. He needs to feel wanted. He needs the two of you to feel loved. He thinks the two of you are sweetly and slowly fucking in his mind. But in reality?

His thick length is hammering into you, selfishly ignoring your pleas. No, he gets drunk on them. Even if he doesn’t want to admit how obscene he’s being.

You’ll feel his sticky tip align with your pussy. He means to enter you slowly, but before you know it, he’s letting himself go. Every inch of his cock is filling you up, taking you in. His eyes are rolling back as he feels you clench around him, and he tries to push all the more unsavory thoughts out of his head.

Thoughts of you tied up. Worshipping him. Unable to resist him. Thoughts of you riding his thighs, while he gives the order to shoot someone dead. The idea of you bending to him, being a good servant. Kissing his shoes, groveling and kneeling. Degrading you.

His fingers sink into the fat of your thighs and ass, clawing at any part of you he can grasp.

His mother taught him better, he reprimands himself. But how can he stay composed and loving when you look at him like he’s the only man in the world?

Oh, he wants to make you feel good, loved, and have this be an act of intimacy. It’s what he was raised to believe sex was for. But he also wants you on your knees, choking on his length, collared like a dog.

𝑉𝐼𝐶𝑇𝛰𝑅 𝑍𝑆𝐴𝑆𝑍

♫ “I wanna fuck like we're filming in the valley.” The Valley by Miguel

Victor is always upfront with what he wants. And he’s been around the block one too many times. He’s fucked around quite a bit. He’s a ladies man, what can he say?

Which is why vanilla sex is entirely boring to him. Well, maybe not entirely. Not with you.

But theres something so special about mixing physical pain, his sole desire, with you, his other sole desire. It’s his lifes work, meeting the love of his life. What’s not to like?

Which is why he blunty suggests the idea. And boy is he glad he did.

A phone camera is pushed into your face while he records everything. The sloppy noises of your pretty pink mouth slipping and sliding around his cock.

It’s not just any homemade porno either, no. It’s a borderline snuff film.

He films himself slotting his cock into your swollen lips, one hand recording, another hand on a pistol pressed firmly against your head while you choke on his cock. The gun isn’t loaded of course, at least, you don’t think it is.

If the gun is loaded, you’re sure he’s playing a dangerous game with himself. Testing his own capabilities. He’s the best of the best, and his fingers are placed firmly on the trigger. If he loses control or focus for even a moment, you could never see the light of day again. Each time he cums is like a self-made test for himself, an ego trip. He’s excercising the greatest control not to accidentally pull the trigger and pop your top.

You’re spitting wildly, tears and saliva and cum mixing on your face. You’ve been sucking him off for what feels like hours, playing this game, and it’s still not enough. No, the man could live his whole life with your face inbetween his thighs. You have no clue what round you’re on.

“There you go…sweetness. Uh-huh…take it.” He’ll press the gun further into your temple, talking down to you slowly. It’s awfully demeaning.

He never shuts the fuck up during sex. This is no exception. His dry humor persists in every word, even as his gun comes into contact with your fucked out wet face, or a blade slices through your sweet soft thighs.

He’s doing close-up shots of every cut he makes on your skin. He marks the both of you, respectively. He keeps the videos in his pocket for later. Y’know, just in case you aren’t there, and he needs something to jack off to. He’s a manwhore, and he can admit it.

He’ll ask to show the videos to Wendell. Just so he knows Victor wasn’t lying about his girl being a total catch.

𝐸𝐷𝑊𝐴𝑅𝐷 𝑁𝑌𝐺𝑀𝐴

♫ “I wanna taste your sweat, force my fingers in your mouth.” The Valley by Miguel

Oh, Eddy. Ever the show man. Oddly enough, I think he has the dirtiest mind and the highest sex drive out of everyone on this list. In the words of CMS, "He loves donuts and getting laid." You're no exception babe.

Similarly, he isn't the kinkiest when he's at the GCPD. The poor baby is so vanilla; so eager to please. If you want a man to put your needs above his own? Look no further. Eddy is your guy. But similar to Ozzy, the man grapples with control. How can he resist when your small sleeping body looks so innocent? So willing?

You wake up to him pumping his dick deep into your hole, groping your breasts and ass, hips plowing harshly into your stretched cunt. He wants to apologize, for waking you. He feels bad of taking advantage of you. But it's your fault. The man is a little bit of a creep and has gone his whole life without pussy. What did you expect?

That being said...when he undergoes his transformation of sorts? It's like he has something to prove, to you and himself. Riddler baby is tired of hiding in the shadows, no, it's show time. If you thought the somnophilia was kinky, you've seen nothing yet.

Season 3-4 Ed is desperate to dominate you. Claim you in every way. Prove to himself that you're not going anywhere. It's a deep seated need to exert control, with a touch of dramatic flair.

Which is why, from time to time, especially on special occasions, you'll wake up from being drugged, ball-gagged in a warehouse, tied to a chair, moaning around a vibrator overstimulated against your cunny. He'll watch the whole show, pleased with his handiwork.

Might even turn it into a game. How many riddles can you answer? Maybe if you get one right, he'll let you cum. And if you don't get one right, prepare to be in for a long, long night.

Ed's pushing his thick long fingers into your tight little pussy, watching your cream spread along his fingertips. He'll force his fingers in your mouth, making you taste yourself. Making you taste what he's doing to you.

He's giggling while he does so, smile wide while you gag around him. Oh, this will be fun.

𝐽𝐸𝑅𝛰𝑀𝐸 𝑉𝐴𝐿𝐸𝑆𝐾𝐴

♫ “lips, tits, clit, sit.” The Valley by Miguel

Would it be too brave to go on record to say the mans a virgin? I'm sorry, but he didn't get any pussy in that carnival.

Which is why he's incredibly sex starved. The man is feral. Hungry. He fucks you like a dog in heat half the time. You're his own personal pocket pussy, who will love him no matter what.

So when he tells you to do something, you better do it.

For instance, when he tells you to sit on his face, he means sit. No hovering. No, he wants the entirety of your weight in his mouth so he can tongue fuck you into oblivion.

He's wildly gripping at you, laughing like a mad man as he keeps you in place firmly. He's digging into your cunt with his tongue like a man whose getting his first lick of pussy. He's slapping your ass, letting you ride his face like a cowgirl.

He'll slap your sopping cunt. He'll spit in your mouth, on your face, on your pussy. He loves everything feral and sloppy. And for his own good, the man can't shut up. He loves some good dirty talk.

"Hah! There you go, doll. You want it raw? You do, don'tcha? Naughty, naughty girl." Excuse his breeding kink. "Should just pump you right up with my cum. Get you all messy. Cream-pie you riiiiiiight here," He cackles, hand hovering over you're lower stomach.

He likes seeing your face contort in pleasure and pain when your thighs scratch the staples on his face.

Oh, he's a biter. Your thighs might be bleeding by the time he's done, biting hard enough to break skin. You'll yelp in pain and it will spur him on, like you're his own personal show to watch.

God, please hit him back. Slap him. Push him around. He adores it- the two of you fucking like wild animals, clawing and at each others throats, all the while his girthy length his pounding into your sweet tight hole.

𝐽𝐸𝑅𝑉𝐼𝑆 𝑇𝐸𝑇𝐶𝐻

♫ “Tell me that you love it darling." The Valley by Miguel

Jervis has a very deep seated need to have you close to him. To have you bonded with him. He's obsessive, clingy, stalkerish. And he loves a good old fashioned Victorian flirtation. But god, he gets tired of waiting.

He's a gentlemen through and through. But even gentlemen have needs. And when he sees you in that light blue dress he bought you, pussy peaking out through the short skirt? Or how you lick your lips when the tea he makes you dribbles down?

He'll have to take what he wants eventually.

He knows you'll say yes. Even though the two of you have never talked about sex. No, you're his Alice. His willing little girl. Why would you ever say no to him? And he's right. He could ask, and you would probably say yes.

But, just for a precaution...Can't have you running off like the white rabbit, can he?

It will be late night after the two of you have tea. And he'll pull out his pocket watch. And before you know it, you'll be pinned on top a table, dress pooling between your legs, pulling on his hair against your will.

It's a sight he will never sick of. His sticky ropes of cum dripping, tainting the dress he'd bought you. It trickles down from your spine. You'll be too fucked out to walk the next day, and you won't even remember why.

He takes you, ignoring your pleas and whines of overstimulation. He'll continue to stuff his cock inside you until he feels pity for you.

Hypnotizing you while he's balls-deep inside of you, messily thrusting as he tries to concentrate. "You love this. Tell me you love me. Tell me you love this." His words scramble as he comes undone himself, letting your mind wash over and speak the words against your will.

If somehow you piece two and two together, the cum stains on your dress- and the feeling of being stretched out the next morning...assure him he doesn't have to hypnotize you.

Or let him keep it up. It's more fun for him this way.

[hxney-lemcn]

Affections + First Kiss — General! Scarecrow, Riddler, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Catwoman x gn! reader

summery: affection and first kiss headcanons.

tw: mentions of abuse (physical and verbal), mentions of toxic dynamics

a/n: I've never wrote headcanons for multiple characters in one thing before, so enjoy! I love them all.

wc: 2k

Master List

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Scarecrow

❥Jonathan wasn’t used to a kind touch. Being bullied growing up, being beaten by the bat. No, all he knew was the harsh touch of a fist. The relentless shoves. The purpling of bruises that always showed after. The red blood that would drip from his nose. The burning hatred that steadily grew towards those who wronged him.

❥So when you came into his life, he would flinch if you raised a hand. He would unconsciously back away. The warmth in his heart that you stirred was unusual to him, a feeling he’s never felt towards anyone. He was used to the bitterness after an interaction, not longing. 

❥You eased him into it. Only when you two started dating did he ever think twice about your touch. He knew you held back your affections. He watched you lift a hand up, only to bring it back down to your side. And to Jon, that meant the world. He felt relief when you didn’t push him into uncomfortable territory, and he respected you all the more for it.

❥Although a part of him wished you would hold him. Touch him. He wondered if your skin felt as soft as it looked. Though he also feared that your touch would sting, and the comfort you brought would be no more. No, he would never reach out first.

❥Starting out slow, he let you hold his shoulder. No matter how careful you’ve been for however long, you slipped slightly. It was a gesture not many think twice about. Holding onto someone's shoulder as you look over them, holding onto them for balance. It was only when you felt him tense under you, his ramblings pausing, that you realized your mistake. Yet, Jon had only reassured you that you did nothing wrong. 

❥Having realized that Jon seemed to open your touch, you continued. Lightly brushing your hands, shoulder touches, even just sitting closer. It was like you were single handedly rewiring Jon’s brain, teaching him that not all touch hurts. That he too deserves a kind hand. The flinching had dulled, and he would even look forward to you being near him. 

❥So when you finally got to kiss him? He was a dead man. You got him hook line and sinker. I hope you weren’t expecting to leave him any time soon, because after you opened him into a world of warm affection, he doesn’t want to let go. 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Riddler

❥Touch is a big no no. Similar to Jonathan, Edward had been bullied from a young age. Teased and ridiculed, shoved and hit. If not from his peers, then from his own father. His world was cruel for as long as he could remember. In fact, his brain started to warp, perceiving the hits as a form of love, no matter how hard he tried to deny it.

❥Edward Nygma is a touch starved man. He longs for the comforts others seem to get so seamlessly. Yet at the same time, he doesn’t want anyone touching him. Tap his shoulder if you dare.

❥You were no different, at first. You quickly caught on to his distaste of touch when he reprimanded someone for getting a little too friendly with him. But you managed to weasel your way into his estranged heart. With how respectful and kind you were, he quickly found himself ensnared with your affection. Even hands free you managed to boost his ego and make him feel, should he dare say, loved for. You gave him praise that he had longed for, which earned you a seat right by his side.

❥It was also partly to keep a closer eye on you. Part of him preened at your praise, and another was weary. Why were you so kind? He was a well known criminal, he knew better than to just believe you were doing it out of the kindness of your heart. Y’know the saying, keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

❥I honestly don’t know how you deal with it. He always tries to catch you off guard with a riddle or puzzle. He pushes you away by ridiculing you and belittling you. Yet you won’t stop. You keep spilling his praises, and it’s so baffling to him. Yes, he is the smartest man in the world, but you managed to become a riddle. Good luck now.

❥When you first touched him, it was an innocent hug. He had managed to pull off a heist and got away from Batman without a scratch! Of course he had no doubts about his success, you didn’t either. When he got back to the hideout, you were clapping while singing his praises. Edward felt on top of the world, adrenaline rushing through his veins. When your arms wrapped around him, your scent clouding his thoughts, your warmth leaching into him, he found himself reciprocating.

❥Now, whether your dating or you’re just friends, it matters little to the green clad man. You had given him a taste of a touch he’s always longed for. And he realized that he’s more comfortable around you than he’d like to admit. He never reaches out first, but he’ll never turn you down if you want to hold his arm. 

❥His teasing towards you turns lighter, just as his heart feels. So when you finally seal the deal with a kiss, he’ll make sure you never slip through his fingers. 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Harley Quinn

❥She will smother you with affection right out the bat. Hugs, hand holding, kisses, you name it. You don’t even have to date her for her to leave a smooch on your lips. Harley Quinn easily trusts people, and you’re no exception. She finds comfort in touch, so why should she deny herself it? She also finds it expresses her genuine affection for you in ways she couldn’t verbalize. 

❥If you don’t like PDA, please tell her right away. She doesn’t understand it, I mean why wouldn’t you want to show your love to the world? But she also doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable, so if you wanna keep it behind closed doors, she’ll try her best. But don’t be too surprised if she sneaks in a little smooch or hug if no one’s looking.

❥Harley Quinn is one of the most affectionate rogues out there. But it’s not always sunshine and rainbows with her. She had been in a seriously abusive relationship, and you have to help her remember that she doesn’t have to walk on eggshells around you. That no matter the argument, you won’t raise your hand to strike her. It takes her a long time to come out of that headspace, if ever. It’s a good thing you’re by her side to help coax her into healthier practices. 

❥If we want to get a little darker, Harley may try to treat you like the Joker treated her. It’s scary to see her go from bubbly to dark. Her features twisted into a wicked sneer as she asks that you’ll never leave her. That no matter what, you’ll always love her. During these moments, you gotta stand up for yourself. She’s trying to gain a sense of control she never felt in her previous relationship, and you have to make her snap out of it. When she comes to and realizes what she just did, the look of utter terror in her eyes is the most heart wrenching thing. She’ll sob, pleading that she didn’t mean to, that she never wanted you to go through that, that she’s terrified of becoming him.

❥Please hug her, kiss her, squeeze her gently. She loves it. All Harley wants is to be loved and to love, and getting affection shows her how genuine you are and is the biggest comfort for her. Feeling your warmth, feeling the softness of your skin, it brings her peace. 

❥The first time you made the first move to kiss Harley, she nearly did a backflip. Her little sugar plum made the first move! I hope you didn’t have anything planned, because Harley won’t let you go for the rest of the day.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Poison Ivy

❥I’m not sure how you weren’t just killed or turned into one of her goons. She’s not one for humanity. She keeps a sharp eye on those who dare tread into her territory. There’s no way to beat around it. She drugs you, finding out what your true intentions are. It has to be something she deems worthy enough to keep you around. She barely puts up with Harley as it is. 

❥Once you gain your free will again, you have to continuously prove your loyalty. Of course she can guarantee it herself if she has to, but you’ve managed to catch her eye. So prove your worth to her, prove that her interest in you isn’t just a mistake. It will take a long time. She’s been wronged one too many times, and she won’t make that mistake again.

❥Even if you manage to gain her trust, she won’t drop her walls around you. Though she’s a bit nicer. Ivy knows that a person works better with praise, but she also means it deep down. She doesn’t say what she doesn’t mean, so don’t take her words for granted. Not that you really can when her perfume scent always seems to cloud your senses. 

❥You let Ivy make the first move when it comes to touch. For a seductress, she won’t touch you if she doesn’t have to. Not to mention the toxins that fill her blood. Who knew if one tap on her shoulder meant your certain doom…but maybe that was a bit of the thrill you loved when being by her side. Though you’ve seemed to find a small soft spot in her heart, right next to Harley Quinn. She wouldn’t tell you that though, best to leave you on your toes lest you get too comfortable. 

❥After going so long without a single touch from the green goddess, when she started playing with your hair, you found yourself seizing up. Ivy brushed her fingers through it so gently, yet all you could wonder is if it was finally over. If she grew bored of you, or if she started to find you bothersome. But her gentle reassurances lulled you. Her warm voice and gentle hands relaxed you. It was then that you realized her affections for you ran deeper than she led on.

❥You’re first kiss was electrifying. That underlying thrill that your life was held in her hands. That she killed men with the very action she committed tenderly with you. Yet deep down you knew she wouldn’t hurt you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Catwoman 

❥It's not easy catching her attention. She won’t settle for less than perfection. She is catwoman after all, she has a reputation to uphold. So when she looked at you, and I mean really looked at you, she decided why not have a little fun? Whether you’re a villain, anti-hero, vigilante, or civilian, she’ll take time out of her busy schedule to drop by.

❥She likes to give mixed signals. It keeps you far enough for her to feel in control, yet it also satiates her hunger. She’ll lean in real close, only to grab something from behind you type of beat. She loves to watch you become a stuttering mess, but she doesn’t mind if you banter back. It’s all a part of the fun.

❥No matter how close you seem to get, you’re somehow still a mile away from Selina. She slips away from your affection without you even realizing it. She always turns the moment into a suggestive one. If she left it tender, then it would be too real. It takes time for her to warm up to you and really trust you.

❥If anything, the first kiss happens before anything truly tender. The kiss catches you both off guard, neither sure who started it. Selina tries to wrap it into something that doesn’t make her heart stutter. Tries to turn it suggestively like she always does, but with the way you tenderly hold her cheeks, she feels herself melt. Finally, she succumbs to these feelings you managed to stir within her, and she isn’t sure if she wants to thank you or curse you out. Maybe she’ll settle for a dinner, tab on you of course.

[aeturnum-mendacacium]

guys if you think about it we can sum everything batman does to being the mom friend

Like-

Utility belt-Having everything in their bag for every situation

contingency plans- making plans cause she knows her child we do shit

beats criminals up- have you ever done some stupid shit and get your ass beat by your mom? Only my asain/Hispanics know what I'm talking about I thought my life was OVER

"ugh you never help around the house". *kid tries to help*. "why are you doing that, you're doing that wrong,give it to me, leave" *does it on their own*

Do I need to mention the scolding?

The stare

no sleep

Aggressively Passive-agressive comments

knows literally everything about you

"Uh I can't find my paperwork".

"did you check under the table"

"yeah it's not there"

"You mean this paperwork.which.was.under.the.table?" *papers materializes in hand*

"BUT HOW-"

Tells you not to overwork but overworks herself

"Tie your hair up it looks like a bird's nest" "clean up your room" "did you finish you Homework?"

(more need to be added)

Like seriously, hes just a mom, that's what being batman is, batman is the mom and the JL/ Gotham/rouges/batfam are just his stupid children who want to jump off the top of the slide in the park

[arjudy224]

The Intern: Outreach Gala

Another uneventful day for Gotham's environmental intern...

Prequel: Death of a family

The Intern: Day one

The Intern: The Laughing Fish

The Intern: Busy Work

The Intern: Outreach Gala

The Intern: Visiting an old friend

The Intern: Chemical Valley

The Intern: Billionaire Boys Club

Gotham's public library appears unrecognizable under the cloak of night. Broad leaves shroud the outside exterior of the Gothic pillars while ivy cascades down the large door frames. Harris raises an eyebrow.

"How many forests do you think Wayne destroyed in his quest to save the planet?" He questions with a smirk.

Each grey hair is perfectly gelled out of his face. Ditching his glasses for the occasion, Dr. Harris may actually care about tonight's guests. The bouncer outside the door seemed to think the dress code was not a laughing matter.

Taking his extended arm, I roll my eyes. The security guy nods to the two of us as we walk through the door.

"Professor, if you keep saying things like that Gordon's going to question your stances on Gotham's resident Eco-terrorist. " I whisper with a smile. "....but at least 12."

Thanks to the joint collaboration between Wayne Industries, Goth-corp, and the Gotham Department of Environmental Protection. Gotham City is hosting its first Environmental Outreach Gala for the nearby tri-state area. Unfortunately for me, they saddled the newest intern to do all the heavy lifting. Young joints and all that jazz. At least I got an invite. The invites ran out before the IT guy could get one. Poor Eddie.

My heart flutters a little bit as a realization hits me. I’m actually here… surrounded by giants in clean energy and the scientific community alike. Award-winning journalists... All for the future of our planet. Passing my reflection, I smile thinking of how far I’ve come from that little river rat back at home.

A figure in the corner of my eye draws my thoughts away from the Grandma debrief. Dick Grayson, the Billionaire’s son, charms the group of ladies by his side. I take a mental note to find time to talk to him when there isn’t such a big crowd. It's been a long time since we last spoke.

The walls echo with the idle chatter coming from the rich socialites of Gotham. Waiters in tuxedos maneuver silently with a tray of champagne flutes in each hand. Considering, that most environmental professionals wear cargo pants from the early 2000s to work... the dress code was definitely a choice. I scan the room for familiar faces. Gordon flashes me a smile from across the room. I nod back. The Mayor works his way around the room with a large smile. It must be an election year.

My throat gets tight. I'm not ready for this. Looking to my right, I find that Dr. Harris has vanished into the crowd.

"Y/N L/N?" A voice calls distracting me from my nerves.

A well-dressed man strolls over. Something about him puts me on edge. Maybe it's his wicked smile or the large emerald ring on his outstretched hand. He walks with an easy air of confidence.

"Lex Luthor."

My heart does a little tap dance in my chest. The tight fabric of my rental dress makes it hard to breathe. I shake his hand politely. The party-goers go quiet around us. From the corner of my eye, Lois Lane, an investigative reporter from Metropolis, shoves through the crowd. So much for being a fly on the wall.

"I recently worked with a Professor of yours. She had a lot to say about your graduate proposal."

This cannot be happening. Memories of those long fights in the lab flash in the back of my mind. Mr. Luthor's cat-like gaze observes my reaction curiously.

I cover my face in embarrassment. That woman deserves hate mail. I could have at least been asked to type or spell-check it beforehand.

"To be frank, I originally chose the topic to get a rise outta her. Dr. Hendrix had me doing dishes for 3 weeks straight after I accidentally messed up a sample, so I wrote a proposal I knew she wouldn't like."

When I finally uncover my face, Luthor stares down at me with an amused grin.

"Even so. I'd like to discuss potential funding opportunities in Metropolis. If this is something you would think up out of boredom, I'd love to see what you can do when you put your mind to it."

That brings a smile to my face.

"Really? Everyone who I've brought it up to has been apprehensive about researching Kryptionian radiation.

"We need more scientists to ask questions Ms. L/N. Even the ones, that people don't want to know the answer to. "

The sullen green glow draws my eye once again to Mr. Luthor's ring finger... Wait, that's not an emerald. That's Kryptonite.

"Is this a personal interest of yours?" I ask slowly glancing between his eyes and his ring.

"In some ways."

An unspoken conversation occurs when he notices my acknowledgement of his strange choice of jewelry. The silence only creates more questions. Why would you wear something you know is irradiated?

"I hope to hear from you soon." Mr. Luthor concludes after handing me a business card, "There is always a spot at Lexcorp for a future scientist with your talents."

I stand there in silence watching him leave. The sleek modern design of the card lists only the bare essentials: his name, office address, and contact information in silver lettering.

Four hours ago, I was hauling boxes for the decorating committee. Huh. A nearby waiter offers a champagne flute from the tray. Respectfully, I turn them down. This dress costs more than my rent.

“Oh no. Thank you. I am… working.”

"Does work-life balance not apply to interns?” A voice interrupts.

I try not to roll my eyes at the "intern" comment. The constant reminders of my status are getting old. Starting at his perfectly buffed dress shoes, my gaze drags along the fabric of his black designer suit. Dick Grayson sure does like to make an entrance. With his dark curls and friendly blue eyes, his familiar smile knocks over my defenses. Sipping on his drink, he waits for my response with a teasing grin. His energy is contiguous. I ignore his question to ask my own instead.

“Has anyone told you that you tend to appear out of nowhere?”

His striking eyes light up with a mischievous glint.

“You have no idea.” He laughs, "It's nice to see you back in Gotham. It's been a long time."

"It has. From the rumors, you have been up to quite a bit of trouble." I joke gesturing to the envious eyes from across the room.

He raises a curious eyebrow.

“Good things I hope?”

Glancing around the room, I ignore the dozen eyes staring daggers in my direction. Academia can be such a bitch.

“Nothing too crazy: a few murders, unfounded accusations, and you might be an alien?”

Dick grimaces while tilting his head ever so slightly. He swirls his drink, yet doesn't take a sip.

“Sounds about right. Anything you believe? “

I pause... Do I play coy?

“I’m not sure an alien could do a quadruple summersault.”

Something flashes in his eyes that I don’t quite understand. For a moment, I wonder if I should have held my tongue. His suspicion morphs into the first genuine smile I've seen all evening.

“You’ve kept tabs on me Y/N.”

Before I can respond, a scream causes the ballroom to descend into chaos. Vines shoot out from under the floorboards while the native plants start attacking the guest. A woman with flaming red hair paces the floor. Her vines wrap around each person one by one…. A thorny bush springs out of a fallen leaf snagging my delicate rental dress.

Dammit Pamela. We talked about this.

Glancing at the bartender's horrified expression, I frown.

“I change my mind. I’ll have that drink now.”

[batman-dc-imagines]

Hello! I love your Gotham character letters and I was wondering if you could do the J squad (separately) writing the reader a letter promising to come visit them soon because they escaped from Arkham but they can’t yet cause of Gordon and the GCPD? Thank you!!!!

A/N: A situation ship is a relationship that hasn't been explicitly defined but you can view your relationship with these boys however you wish. I also tested out more rhymes with Jervis.

Gotham!Jerome Valeska

Relation: Situation ship

𝙃𝙚𝙮𝙖 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙨,

𝙈𝙚, 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙜𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙫. 𝘼𝙩 𝙇𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙙. 𝙒𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙖 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬! 𝙔𝙤𝙪’𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙙𝙤𝙡𝙡. 𝙂𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙖 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙡’ 𝙅𝙞𝙢𝙗𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙘𝙥𝙙 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙄 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙝 𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚. 𝘿𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙨𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙝? 𝙊𝙝 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙢𝙚, 𝙞𝙛 𝙜𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙥𝙨 𝙗𝙮, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 ‘𝙚𝙢 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖? 𝙊𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤! 𝘼𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙖 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣! 𝘼𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙬!

-🃏𝙅

Gotham!Jervis Tetch

Relation: Situation ship

𝐌𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫,

𝐈 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐝. 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐀𝐫𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬. 𝐌𝐫. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭. 𝐉𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧. 𝐈𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭, 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥'𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝. 𝐌𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫.

~ 𝐉𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐬

Gotham!Jonathan Crane

Relation: Situation ship

𝘓𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘊𝘳𝘰𝘸, 𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺. 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘔𝘳. 𝘛𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘝𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘬𝘢. 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘑𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦. 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘎𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘦. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴. 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯. 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘧𝘦. 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯.

-𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘑𝘰𝘯

[gatorbites-imagines]

Hey hi, I am so normal. About bane. Please can you do some more headcanons about him and a trans masc partner? Some wholesome fluffy ones please?

Bane x FTM reader

Headcanons

A shorty, since I’ve already posted most of my headcanons for this in part 1 :3c

Read part 1 here

The huge size difference means cuddling with Bane can be challenging at times. By that I mean, he rolls over at night and completely smushes you at times. Hes also the default big spoon when you cuddle, since you hang on his back like a small backpack when you do it.

This also means you lay on top of him a lot, imagine almost the scene in my neighbor totoro, except Bane is carefully reading a book as you scroll on your phone.

The times where he gets to lay with his head on your chest he just melts when you cradle him. You can’t really run your fingers through his hair most days, but Bane would turn into a puddle if you rubbed the back of his neck and massaged the sore muscles there.

Knows a whole lot about massages, since most of his muscles get sore from everything he does. Expect Bane to know how to turn you into melted butter with that skill. He also appreciates it when you try to massage him back, even if your hands are strong enough most times.

He wears the mask pretty much all the time, even when he sleeps or hes in the shower. It always gets a good cackle out of you to see him in casual clothes, just walking around in his mask and some funny print t-shirt and a pair of heart boxers.

Wouldn’t care if you preferred to sleep with or without a shirt on, depending on your dysphoria, all that matters to him is your comfort. Would get you some for different weather though if you did.

The kinda guy to wear a pride pin if you a comfortable with that. Who needs cops at pride when you got Bane? The bats are also there, and most other rogues honestly, they’re all parts of the fruit basket.

Would beat up a transphobe as stated before, but would also do some kind of psychological warfare on them because he’s smart enough to do that. You very much harm his image as a big scary bad guy, since its so clear to everyone there that he’s actually a great guy outside of, you know, everything else.

You visit him in Arkham whenever he’s locked up, the guards know to expect you. They learned pretty quickly to treat you with respect, since the ones that didn’t ended up… missing. Bane is happy to sit and listen to you talk about the boring aspects of your day when you visit.

You’ve dealt with the bats enough for them to be on first name basis with you. If you are on testosterone and got them from Bane, then they’ll supply them when he’s locked up. They’d do it when he isn’t too, but Bane likes supplying them for you.

You’ve convinced the bats to wait before taking Bane back to Arkham so you guys can go on a date or just watch a movie together. And depending on what he’s done, they’re likely to let it happen, you two are getting observed the entire time though.

[gothamite-rambler]

"Wait, who took you down?"

Context: Any Gotham criminal is adjusting to the fact that a child sidekick took them down instead of the adult in the hero duo of Batman and Robin.

Calendar Man (perplexed, tilting his head): I'm sorry... the child sidekick he has can fight?

Joker, when he hadn't become way worse than he is now, nodded as he rubbed his sore shoulder. Scarecrow, sitting on the other side of the prison table, started laughing while carving his spoon into a shiv. Joker groaned.

Calendar Man (raising an eyebrow): And he beat you up?

Joker (embarrassed, but trying to hide it): Yes. Get the laughs out—Joker slipped up once and got beaten by a child that is clearly taking steroids or something.

Calendar Man (trying to rationalize this): Okay, but like Batman was the one to deliver the final punch. At least say that—

Joker (frustrated): The damn child defeated me and three of my hired henchmen. Apparently, he bit one of them on the leg, which means my defeat wasn't that bad that night.

Scarecrow (smirking): J, you still got thrashed around by a child and lost. Batman never stepped in and defeated you; the child did.

Calendar Man (hiding his smirk by covering his mouth): I'm trying not to mock you, mostly because you do scare me, but... how could you not stop a child!?

Joker (shouting defiantly): Again, he has to be on steroids!

Calendar Man (skeptically): I—John, take this one.

Scarecrow (dryly): Right, the skinny, under five-foot child who possesses no magical powers is on steroids? You're really lying?

Joker slammed his fist on the table, wincing from the pain that ached through his body. His usually Cheshire smile stayed by sheer force, trying not to let the other bad guys see how much this defeat actually affected him.

Joker (defensively): I thought he was there for show! There was no way he actually could fight. Batman wouldn't be able to train him that well... then he pounced on me and I couldn't take him down!

Calendar Man (covering his smile with his hand, trying to be sympathetic): Why didn't you just kick him?

Scarecrow laughed more, not afraid of the Joker, and mocked the clown accordingly.

Scarecrow: Don't forget he's the size of a middle schooler. You seriously couldn't defeat him?

Joker (insistently): No! He caught me off guard! I'm not the only one who's had to deal with that brat either!

Scarecrow (flatly): Yeah, but you're on the actually threatening tier of villainy, and you got pulverized by a child.

Joker (getting defensive): I wasn't fucking pulverized!

Scarecrow (smirking): Right, you got your ass handed to you, as the Americans say. A bloody child did that. One who wears a hero suit that looks like a target.

Calendar Man (nodding thoughtfully): That is saying a lot because Batman is in a bat suit. Except at least he's six feet tall and menacing. The other one is sickeningly adorable.

Joker (irritated, crossing his arms): I'm... Aware! This isn't the end, though! When I get out of here—and I will escape this place—I'm beating his ass! Thinks he can crack jokes while bouncing around; that's my schtick!

Joker crossed his arms resolutely on this new vow of vengeance against a child. Poison Ivy, who had been eavesdropping on the three men talking, walked over with a look of disgust.

Poison Ivy (disdainful tone): You would be the type of slimeball to harm a child because they beat your ass and won. Pathetic.

She smacked Joker on the back of the head and walked off, chuckling at the clown villain’s ego being bruised by a kid whom she secretly didn't hate, unlike Batman.

Joker (harshly): Oh, shut up, you walking weed! Your powers are stupid, and you're green!

Poison Ivy (clapping back, smirking): Better green than looking like a skinny John Wayne Gacy.

Joker (vitriolously): At least I'm not a bitch!

Poison Ivy (waving a middle finger as she kept walking off): At least I didn't get defeated by a pre-teen!

Joker (shouting, frustrated): Bitch, don't try me!

Calendar Man (cautioning): You should stop while you're ahead, Joker, or today will be your death day. She doesn't play either.

Scarecrow chuckled dryly while carving his initials into the prison table with a shiv. Joker stormed off in the other direction, continuing to swear revenge… on a child.

[refloralisation]

broke: two face crimes never go to trial because of the insanity plea

woke: two face crimes never go to trial because: every single trial he will stand up and begin to punch holes in the lawyer's arguments. this would be great if he just restricted himself to the prosecution, but unfortunately for everyone involved, he does not spare the defence either. Chronically unable to stop yapping once they put him on the stand. only three things can happen once harvey is taken to trial: someone blows up the courtroom, mistrial or a hung jury.

[gothamitelove]

It's nice to see you back :]

Could you please do yandere headcanons for Arkham Shadow Scarecrow :) he's so....

YES ANON I LOVE THIS SO MUCH (and i got your other ask so dw)

yan!arkham shadow!jonathan crane w/patient s/o

you don't intrigue him at first. he's just overseeing harley's group therapy sessions because he has to (and also because he loves to see what other people are doing wrong that he could do better, egotistical asshole that he is)

but then you open up. you say something profound, something more insightful than he thought hardened criminals (he works in blackgate, after all) capable of. and that's when he notices

he's a doctor. you're a patient and an inmate. of course he has your file. he goes over it painstakingly, fitting every event and piece of information it has about you into his mental image of you. all the better to find out what makes you tick

he snaps at you less than he does with the others, but he does get into more arguments with harley over you.

he tells her she should be letting you talk more, asking deeper questions. she of course shouts back that his "blunt force trauma" approach won't help you, but the whole time he's thinking "what the fuck does she know about this?" and doesn't take her seriously.

he wants to hear your thoughts on things. he wants to know everything about you, split open your skull (pardon the imagery) and peer into every corner of your brain

and this could go badly. you could end up as a test subject, if only because your reactions fascinate him. regardless if you do or not, you are the one patient jonathan crane takes an actual, personal interest in

he tries and probably succeeds in getting you switched out of harley's care and into his

all this to say he's creepy and deeply invasive and intensely jealous of everyone who knows more about you than he does! have fun this man is dangerous

[tarrenterror25]

which of the rogues (black mask, two-face, riddler, scarecrow, penguin) do you think are the best at romance? what kind of romantic things would they do for their partners?

Hmmm.

The best at romance is Harvey BUT it's short lived due to the presence of Two-Face and his self-loathing. Harvey will pick up on things you say/do and remember things you like. He'll speak to you in your love language and be considerate of your wants/needs. For his partner, he's the best emotional support because he knows what it's like to have no one. Two-Face is a little more crass and may not be as attentive to your needs. Harvey is always ready to relieve your stress with backrubs or a bubble bath.

Roman is romantic, but he's selfish about it. He'll only speak to you in his love language or what he thinks is a show of affection which is usually gifts. If you don't want to be showered with gifts he'll get upset and think something is wrong with you. He's got a history of neglect so an excess of attention is what he thinks is showing someone he cares. A night in? No, no, you two need to go out, he needs to show you off. He enjoys excessive public displays of affection, but may not always vocalize "I love you" in public.

Riddler can romance you and he's clever at it, leaving you notes or voice messages with his riddles, but he doesn't see the point in it once you guys are together. If he's got you, romance no longer serves a function so you may have to guide him to continue keeping romance between the two of you. He likes planning intricate dates or leaving puzzles for you to solve at home like having you open a puzzle box and inside are tickets to a movie you want to see or a recipe the two of you can cook together. Also takes great interest in whatever you're into, he loves seeing you excited about things and will listen to you for hours! Will deep dive your niche interests with you!

Scarecrow might be more conservative with romancing you. He's a quality time kind of guy. He prefers to stay in for most dates. As much as he enjoys fear in others, he doesn't want that for you (unless....). He comforts you when you need it and he remembers the things that scare you and the things that soothe you. He enjoys being your place of comfort and solace.

Penguin will shower you with gifts, but unlike Roman, he'll listen to what you want and not go off of his own tastes. He's all for you, whatever you want, just say it and he'll make it happen. Not afraid of public displays of affection; hand holding, kisses, or saying "I love you". He's also pretty forward so might give you a smack on the bottom when you walk by.

[incorrectbatfam]

It's time we spice up the vigilante scene. My suggestions:

• A Rogues exchange program with Central City

• LOVEMUFFIN guest villains

• Each batkid gets to be evil for a day

• Each goon gets a freebie crime

• Drop a Death Note in Crime Alley

• Build a second Gotham

• Release The Horse

[i-smoke-chapstick]

please i am begging i need a edward x oswald x reader threesome fic so bad will give you my firstborn child

‘YOU CAN BE THE BOSS,

-GOTHAM! NYGMOBBLEPOT X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; Do two tops make a bottom? No. But TWO tops and one bottom? Well…it’s something.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!nygmobbleput x female reader. SMUT!!! THREESOME!! Edward and Oz are both partial to bondage. They are both tops so they need a bottom to balance them out. Them both being a bit of a whore for your attention. Lots of kisses, body worship, need I say more? Oh, also, they fight like a married couple. They are too competitive for their own good.

♫ “As close as i’ll get to the darkness / He tells me to ‘Shut up, I got this.’ / Malt liquor on your breath, my my.” You Can Be The Boss by Lana Del Rey

Hands. Hands are all you feel, two sets of them specifically. They can’t keep their hands off you. And neither of them are intent on letting go any time soon.

You mewl against the headboard, struggling against your restraints. It’s not new in your relationship. Both of them seemed keen on tying you up. You aren’t quite sure just where Edward managed to get his hands on bondage rope, ball gags, and ankle cuffs, but you’ve learned not to ask questions.

They stand above you, hovering over you. Oswald’s tongue darts to wet his lips, and makes a curt nod to Edward. You notice the discreet gesture, one that silently says ‘My turn. No if’s, and’s, or but’s.’ You’d laugh at the childish action of calling first dibs, but it’s hard to make a coherent thought with Ed tracing patterns on your thighs.

You watch Ed grumble, and silently move aside.

Oswald’s nails dig into your thighs as he positions himself, he looks like he’s concentrating a bit too hard. Holding himself back. The moment he enters you, it feels heavenly. His cock drags across your velvet walls gently, slowly. Too slowly.

“No.” Is all Edward chimes in. You let out an embarassing whimper in confusion as Oswald continues his movements. Ozzie rolls his eyes and grits his teeth, face flushed from the feeling of being inside you.

“What do you mean ‘no’?”

Ed cocks his head, observing. He sounds unamused.

“She wants you to go faster.”

“I know that,” Oswald huffs out, ruffled. He doesn’t stop moving, and your breath hitches. “It’s called teasing.”

“Obviously.” Edward growls out, a little louder than intended. No insult to his intelligence to be taken lightly. “I just meant-“

Oswald let’s out a condescending laugh, corner of his lips twitching. “Oh, Edward. So impatient.”

Ah. So Ed just wants his turn now.

You watch Edward sneer, and Oswald turns to look at you.

“Is he right, my dear? Do you want me to go faster?”

He’s being awfully patronizing today, not that you mind. You let out a noise of agreement through the gag. Edward’s eyes light up at that, wolfish grin spreading across his face. One of Ozzie’s fingers comes down to gently trace your lips, and before you know it, he’s pistoning into you.

Cradling your body gently, and pounding into you. You feel him pressing gentle, loving kisses all over your neck and shoulders and chest, in contrast to the harsh thrusting of his hips against your skin.

Eddie’s eyes are narrowing in on you, chest rising and falling as he watches the show.

“Ah, so beautiful.” Oswald is whispering sweet nothings in your ear, trying his hardest to keep his composure, and failing. “So sweet.”

You wonder if he’s deliberately showing off in front of Ed that he has you. You watch Edward’s eye twitch.

Oswald lets out a broken laugh, borderline condescending, as he spills inside you first. You watch him breathe hard against your skin, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. He thinks he won whatever kind of game him and Ed are playing.

“That’s enough.” Edward says harshly, taking off his glasses. Oswald sends him a wicked triumphant grin. You feel the weight of the bed shift as Edward lays down his long limbs, and positions himself on top of you.

You miss the feeling of a cock inside of you. You pull against the rope, and Ed finally fixes his attention off his pseudo-argument with Oz onto you.

You feel Ed’s hand clamp down on your throat, and watch Oswald’s eyes darken. Careful.

“My turn,” Ed whispers to you, gentle, and instantly fills you back up in one swift movement. You feel the familiar feeling of hot, feverish friction. Edward’s other hand goes down to rub harsh circles on your clit, that makes your back arch up into him.

Ed lets out a low groan, and his eyes flit to Ozzie’s, who clicks his tongue. Ed holds his gaze, showing off.

“You’re acting like a child.” Oswald sneers and whispers under his breath, as if he wasn’t doing the exact same thing just moments prior. Edward pushes hard into you again. You can’t help the high pitched squeak of surprise that comes from your throat. You squrim against your bindings, aching to touch him.

“Don’t be a sore loser, Oswald. It doesn’t look good on you.” Ed responds. “I think she likes this much better.” Another squeeze to your throat has your eyes glazing over in overstimulation.

In defiance, Oswald turns away, jaw clenched, and Ed get’s the one up. He finishes inside you, just like Oswald, cum sticky and dripping down your inner thighs.

“A little crude, don’t you think?” Oswald scolds, and joins Ed back above you, motioning to the mess they’ve made of you.

You watch Ed roll his eyes for the millionth time. They stare at each other, predatory, and you realize this is just the beginning of tonight. One round. They truly won’t stop until you’re either too broken to concentrate…or you’ve chosen a winner.

Good luck.

[violent138]

Do we think villains outside of Gotham just keep a little property over there? Like if shit really hits the fan wherever they are, they retire for a bit to their exceptionally cheap yet spectacularly decorated secret summer home evil lair in Gotham instead.

[aeturnum-mendacacium]

the entire rouge galary carries antitodes for the fear toxin and some anti jokers spray (if it exists) or some shit, but not for themselves, it's for batman cause they AIN'T gonna deal with the BAT who would literally batshit crazy at that moment. like imagine it's a normal fight everything is going normal, and then batman appears but with a smile on his face, or maybe a different demeanor that makes it looks like he had inhaled fear toxin, and the entire thing just shifts, everyone and I mean EVERYONE, has a vial in their hand and are dodging instead of attacking, trying to talk him down.

Bruce was just high on Ibuprofen and let out a smile cause nightwing cracked a joke. He is extremely confused

The rouges are all extremely serious