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alice-angel12x · 7 days ago

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Blue Knight ch.2

The complicated heart arc.

<- Part 1 that way/ Part 3 -> this way

"Listen to my Voice. White Lily Cookie Needs Your Help. SHe must wake up. So that she may hear my voice once more. Pure Vanilla Cookie... PURE VANILLA COOKIE!"

"Pure Vanilla Cookie!" Y/n called out to him.

"Y-Y/n cookie?" Pure vanilla gasped.

"Are you okay? your dough is turning pale as powder," Y/n asked as they gave him a handkerchief.

"I was lost in thought. Don't worry about me. Are we arriving at Beast yeast soon?" Pure Vanilla asked.

"We just crossed the border of beast yeast. Thank goodness the creme republic were willing spare an airship," Y/n said as they rested their arms on the railing.

Pure vanilla nodded as another uncomfortable silence fell between them. Neither really wanting to accidently talk about their last conversation and night together.

"So, was there anything back in your academy days that talked about Beast Yeast?" Y/n asked, trying to keep a conversation going.

"Not much, though there were many theories that many ancient life forms could be residing there," Pure Vanilla happily answered.

"Ancient life forms," Y/n repeated, then a playful smirk formed on their lips. "Sounds like your neck of the woods, ancient Hero."

"Is that so?" Pure vanilla asked with a light grin. " I may have lived for a long time, but I'm not that old."

"Oh?" Y/n smiles as they borrow Pure Vanilla's staff. "I feel like a young Cookie again!"

Y/n says with their best pure vanilla impression.

"Never thought I'd be adventuring at my age...!" Y/n said this time with a more old man voice to it.

"You little minx. I don't sound like this. Come here," Pure vanilla laughs as he quickly scoops Y/n to a bear hug. Trapping them against himself.

The two laugh and giggle as Y/n tries to wiggle free. While Pure Vanilla struggles to keep them close.

"No Pure Vanilla! Let go!" Y/n laughs.

"Then you must take back what you said," Pure Vanilla chuckles as he continues to bear-hug them and tickles their neck with a peck.

"Never! I won't submit!" Y/n roars with laughter.

"Oh, you rebellious spirit," Pure Vanilla laughs as he hugs them close

Gingerbrave and friends watch from the corner, with relieved smiles.

"Phew, I thought this was gonna be an awkward adventure," Gingerbrave sighs in relief.

"Did they have an argument not long ago?" Strawberry Cookie wondered.

"Maybe, but I hope they don't remain this lovey-dovey throughout this whole journey," Wizard Cookie groaned.

Just as the atmosphere was getting lighter, suddenly, the ship shook. An unseen monster grabbed the hull of the ship and started to shake everything violently. Everything happened so fast that the next thing the cookies knew, they were tumbling off the ship.

Gingerbread & Friends and pure vanilla cookie hit their heads on their way out of the airship. Leaving them in an unconsiouse free fall. Y/n quickly leaps into action as they dive after their party. They focused as their hands stretched and became paw like, long horns grew from their head. Their hair quickly changed into beautiful blue feathers, and it quickly covered Y/n changing form.

With one flap of their powerful wings, they quickly caught the tiny cookies.

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"Pure Vanilla Cookie? Pure Vanilla!" Y/n's voice called from the void, as light suddenly floods his vision.

Pure vanilla cookies slowly open his eyes to see Gingerbrave standing above him with a concerned expression on their faces.

"I-is everyone okay?" Pure vanilla asked as he slowly rose to his feet.

"Supprisingly, I can't recall how we got down here after we were tossed off the ship," Wizard Cookie groaned.

"W-Where is Y/n Knight Cookie?!" The Hero gasped.

"They scouted ahead after we woke up. They told us to keep you company till you woke up, or they came back," Strawberry Cookie Explained.

"They left you three alone in beast yeast?" Pure vanilla cookie asked in surprise.

"Nope! They left these dough brains with me," Said a camilione creature that crawled onto Gingerbrave's head.

"Long story," Wizard Cookie said.

"Well, how long has Y/n Cookie been gone?" Pure Vanilla asked.

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Beast yeast was certainly not for the faint of heart; yeast spore creatures were relentless. Coming in droves and trying to overwhelm in numbers.

It's a good thing they're weak to fire, and quickly got the message after a while.

" I must reveal it, the secret, " A voice called out.

Y/n's eyes darkened as they searched for the source of the voice. Their eyes landed on a brightly shining shard. As they reached out to grab the shard, they failed to notice. A faint glow from her chest almost looked like a star shape.

Grabbing hold of the shard, Y/nʻs reality faded away and standing before them were two cookies. They were giants; one was covered head to toe in obsidian black frosting armor. The other was cloaked in a light green cape, her hood obscuring face.

"What are you doing out here, Bliss Butter Cookie?" The black armored Cookie asked.

"Amazing, aren't they Silent salt?" Bliss Butter said as she cupped a few yeast creatures in her palms. "One day, they will be quite a menace in beast yeast."

"Would you think we should deal with them now? They could hurt the cookies we are supposed to be protecting?" Silent Salt asked as he readied his great sword.

"No, if we did, a horrible ripple effect will happen, making things worse for the Cookies in the future... At least, that's the common outcome in my visions," Bliss sighs as she blows away the yeast creatures.

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"You're alright! Are you hurt?!" Pure vanilla asked as he rushed over to Y/n.

Y/n blinked as the world suddenly returned as Pure Vanilla pulled them into a hug.

"I'm good. I was fortunate to land on some...Soft flora," Y/n stuttered a bit, pure vanilla noticed.

"Anyways. I found something," Y/n said as they handed the shards over.

The light of freedom shone from them. A voice calls out to him.

"Be careful. I was given visions when I touched them," Y/n warned.

"Be Careful, Pure Vanilla Cookie. It could be a trick of dark entrantress Cookie," Wizard Cookie said.

"I carry the light of truth in my soul jam, just like White Liliy does with the light of freedom in hers," The hero says. "This shard holds a part of white Lily's soul."

Y/n holds out the shard to Pure Vanilla.

'And if it really is a piece of White Lily's memories, it's all the more reason to keep it close.' He whispered to himself.

Y/n watched as the cookie's eyes glazed over and stared into the unknown. But the cookies quickly regain consciousness.

"T-this is one of white lily's memories!" Pure vanilla gasped.

"White Lily's... That's strange; the vision I got wasn't of white Lily at all," Y/n commented.

"But this is her Soul Jam? How can that be?" The hero asked.

"Maybe it's best you hold this then," Y/n said.

"Thank you, Y/n, for finding this. I'm glad to find a trace of White Lily Cookie." Pure vanilla smiles warmly down at the shard.

Yeah, you're welcome." Y/n puts on their best smile.

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"I told you to watch your left." Bliss butter giggled.

"Maybe say it a bit soon than later," Silent salt grunted as Bliss rubbed healing butter on his shoulder. "And where were you, Eternal Sugar? I could have used your help."

He said to a beautiful pink cookie, with ain't feathery wings and flowing hair.

"I was busy... Making Sure Bliss was protected. I must look out for my companion," Enternal sugar said as she flew to hug the Hooded Bliss Butter.

Bliss Butter chuckled as they suddenly looked to you.

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sefarlen · 26 days ago

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This is an AU I’ve had in mind for a long time. but It’s just a small idea without much detail.

Enjoy !! (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+✨

When Ballister gave up on proving himself and was overwhelmed with guilt toward Nimona, he decided to abandon the Institute and everything he once believed in.

From the final scene in the movie—on Gloreth's sword, Ballister held Nimona in his arms. The two looked at each other before Ballister said, “Let’s get out of here together.” His voice echoed throughout the kingdom, and the entire event was broadcasted on a giant monitor.

Meanwhile, miles away on the other side of the wall, Goldenloin stood frozen in disbelief at what he had just heard. Suddenly, a bright pink light illuminated the sky, transforming into a massive phoenix that soared from the heart of the kingdom into the vast world beyond the wall. The villain and the monster had disappeared forever.

Ambrosius screamed, nearly leaping off the rooftop to follow, but a few knights held him back. He could only watch as the pink light faded, and his heart slowly sank into the darkness.

Five years later…

Ambrosius and a group of knights were assigned a mission to explore beyond the wall—to confirm whether the monster and the Queen’s killer were still alive and, if so, eliminate them.

Their airship expedition lasted several days without any sign of the monster. Eventually, they decided to stop and rest near a riverbank.

Ambrosius and three or four knights (including Todd) walked along the river, only to spot a young boy sitting on the opposite bank, swinging his feet in the water. They decided to approach him. The closer they got, the clearer they could see his face—until the child finally noticed them.

The small face turned toward the strangers with curiosity. But what shocked Ambrosius the most was…

This boy looked almost exactly like him.

....

Yay! That’s all! Hehehe.

I love every AU on AO3 where the events take place outside the wall, and that’s how this idea came to me. I want my little boy to grow up beyond the wall, in a vast world alongside and Nimona can transform freely, in a small village where people love and accept her.

And cute little idea—where the entire village respects Ballister and adores his little son, though they still wonder about the boy’s other father. But Ballister only tells them that he's somewhere far away, and they'll probably never meet again.

Then, one day, Ambrosius walks into the village, carrying his son in his arms—both of them looking exactly the same. LOL. They knew without having to ask.

......

I once thought about making a comic, but with my limited energy, tons of work, and almost nonexistent writing skills, I ended up keeping this idea to myself.

_(;3 JL)__

#goldenheart

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littledeadling · 8 months ago

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You probably know by now that I’m quite taken with my DND character, Horatio. In this post I’m going to explain him (with pictures!!) so you can enjoy him too, and follow along with his story if you want!

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Let’s start with the man himself:

~Horatio Ignatius Heronwillow III~

Horatio is a human paladin knight following the Oath of Glory. Also, he’s a pompous bitch with an ego the size of a small country.

Horatio’s character arc is all about getting humbled over and over again. Maybe he’s not the best. He’s not even second best. Maybe he’s even…pathetic. Despite all his training? His many successful battles? His prestige? What does any of that matter if his Queen doesn’t trust him to be her champion? If the Queen doesn’t even like him?

Horatio is from the nation of Thrane. He introduces himself as “the gilded knight of Fort Light, first at her majesty’s royal table.” He’s an ardent follower of the Queen, even though she’s merely a figurehead—the Church of the Silver Flame holds all the power. He is considered weird for this. His family are all noble elitists, and their support for him is conditional. Even though he’s become such a high-ranking knight, he’s never good enough.

But we can’t truly discuss Horatio until we meet his nemesis/rival/best friend/worst enemy (who he’s totally obsessed with, and who happens to be a centaur). His name is Elethar Sigrún.

Elethar came to the castle when they were both young (for ~unknown reasons~), and they trained to be knights alongside each other. Despite being the only centaur in the kingdom and not of royal birth, Elethar immediately usurped Horatio as the Queen’s most promising young knight, thus beginning a lifelong rivalry.

Does Horatio have feelings for Elethar? Not that he’s aware of. This is because he is stupid. Does Elethar feel anything for Horatio (besides pity and disdain)? Unclear!

~The Dragonshard Derby~

Now that we’ve met our hero, lets turn to the story!

The players are all entrants in The Dragonshard Derby: a mounted cross-continent race hosted by a rich and famous duke. To the winner goes the spoils: a great dragon’s hoard, and glory for their chosen nation. Obviously, Horatio is racing for Thrane. One hundred contestants are participating, riding everything from regular horses to owlbears to dinosaurs (dinosaurs are normal in Eberron 😳).

Horatio’s mount is a golden Akhal-Teke horse named Marvellous Moondance. She’s the light of his life. Despite his competitive nature, he would never push her past her limits. He puts her safety above all else.

Much to his chagrin, Elethar is also running in the race. Apparently the Queen had a special, secret mission for him, which she didn’t tell Horatio about. He persuades Elethar to confide: there’s an artefact rumoured to be among the dragon’s hoard that the Queen desires. Neither of them are sure what it is. Horatio promises that if he encounters it, he will give it to Elethar.

~The World of Eberron~

The campaign is set in a world called Eberron. The road is dangerous! We’ll be journeying though many different terrains, including the Mournland, a desolate wasteland which was once a great nation. Less than five years ago, during the war, a white fog filled the nation of Cyre from border to border and killed everyone inside. The cause of this was unknown, but it led to a tenuous end to the fighting. Horatio and Elethar were both on the front lines when it happened. They witnessed people across the border dying in agony. Horatio still has nightmares.

The Dragonshard Derby is the first time since then that the other nations have come together to put the past behind them in friendly sport. Evaluators will be watching from airships to make sure there's no foul play, though their vision is limited whenever racers are passing through the woods. Any teleportation is strictly prohibited.

~The Race So Far~

Each leg of the race begins with a sprint. In the first sprint, Horatio finished first in his section, but 11th overall. Elethar placed actually first, and gave Horatio polite congratulations once the scores had been posted. Horatio was pissed. This was supposed to be his chance to prove himself to the Queen! Why did Elethar have to be here and show him up? He ruins everything! And he’s so effortless about it, too. He never loses his composure, ever. Horatio wishes he could be like that.

During the first leg (a multi-day ride through the forest and plains), two riders were murdered under mysterious circumstances. Both had placed within the top ten. Their belongings had been trashed, searched through. As frustrated as Horatio was with Elethar’s presence, he’s now more just worried for his well-being. After all, Elethar is racing alone.

Then, when Horatio’s party was still a day’s ride away from the second sprint, something strange happened.

While fighting off a band of raiders, the world suddenly froze for Horatio. A strange light appeared in the sky, drawing him towards it. The moment he touched it, he felt something write itself into the skin of his arm. A mysterious lantern appeared in his bag, glowing with ethereal purple light. It would later become clear that the lantern will always appear back in Horatio’s bag, no matter where he leaves it. And, he discovered, he now has access to new magics that he was previously incapable of. This was all VERY ALARMING.

Anyway, back to Horatio’s arm. Something important in Eberron is the concept of dragonmarks. There are twelve great Dragonmarked Houses (basically powerful mob families) which each share a unique dragonmark- a sigil that appears somewhere on the body at puberty and grants powerful magic. There are also aberrant dragonmarks, which is when a combination of two other sigils appears on someone not from a Dragonmarked House (usually when there have been mixed relations between Houses). There’s a lot of political baggage attached. And Horatio suddenly has one, at the ripe age of 35. To make matters worse, it’s not a normal dragonmark OR a known aberrant, but something entirely new.

He chose not to tell his party anything about this.

Then, it was time for the sprint to the next checkpoint. Horatio started strong, but again, Elethar swept in and beat him right at the finish line. He congratulated Horatio on the race. Embarrassing him further, Elethar presented Horatio with this letter he had just received from the queen:

Sir Elethar Sigrún, First Knight to Queen Diani ir’Wynarn My earnest congratulations on placing first on the primary leg of this great race. I would expect nothing less of my finest knight. Of course, you are missed at the castle, but I am honoured by the diligence with which you have chosen to pursue the purpose I have set out for you. I am sure that you will earn the respect of the kingdom, should you succeed, and I am pleased to hear of your success so far. It will be essential that you continue to maintain this position, else my favour lies elsewhere. Loyal Elethar, I wish you great fortune, and may the blessing of the Silver Flame be upon you. Her Majesty, Queen Diani ir’Wynarn PS. Please tell Sir Heronwillow I am being informed of his standing in the race as well.

…Crushing.

He’d been considering telling Elethar of his troubles, but after that he was too upset to broach the subject.

Now that they’ve made it to the checkpoint, there are official tents with beds for everyone (with sleeping arrangements decided by race standing), a small market, and a mess hall with dinner provided.

During the meal, a friendly fellow racer named Ash attempted to flirt with one of Horatio’s party members, offering him a strange glowing flower he’d found nearby. Horatio immediately recognized it as being similar to his lantern. When his teammate turned down the flower, Horatio asked if he could have it. Ash took this the wrong way. He let Horatio know he was really, super not his type, and would not be giving him the flower. Double ouch.

That night (in the dead of it), a pack of wild raptors invaded the tents where the racers were sleeping. The party managed to kill them before they hurt anyone, but Horatio detected that the animals were all under an enchantment. Their real purpose had been to attempt to steal the flower and take it... somewhere. To someone. Was this what the killers from the first leg had been seeking? None of it bodes very well for Horatio!

The next evening, Horatio dragged Elethar to the edge of the camp where they could not be overheard, and nervously confided in him. The dragonmark, the lantern—everything. He was a bundle of nerves, but… It went well! Elethar was very alarmed, and told Horatio not to let ANYONE else find out. Not even the Queen. Especially not the Queen. Horatio was equal parts thrilled by Elethar’s willingness to share a secret with him, and terrified to keep anything hidden from the woman who basically controls his life. I drew a comic about this conversation. It was too good of a scene not to draw. 🫣)

Well, that’s where we left off last session! Thanks so much for reading, and meeting my guy! I love him and I hope you like him too! 💖

Stay tuned for a little intro post about the rest of the party! :•) I’ll link that here as well!

To be continued! (Probably in a month or so)

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#talk to me about him ALWAYS #Dragonshard derby #Horatio #my characters #dnd #dungeons & dragons #eberron

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riddled-with-fear · 1 month ago

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Face Your Fears

Thank you to everyone who voted in this weeks poll! Here is the awaited Scarecrow fic that won out by a long shot lol. (I do not blame y'all, this spooky old man has my heart <3)

Pairing: Arkham Knight!Scarecrow x Fem!Reader

word count: 2,535

Summary: You are a research assistant working under Scarecrow. You are forced to work directly with your fear, and Scarecrow of course notices. Lucky for you he has just the remedy to help you overcome your fear.

CW: Fear Play, manipulation, inappropriate boss/employee relationship, unprotected PIV sex, threats of fear toxin use. VERY brief mention of suicide(toxin side effect), descriptions of panic and experiencing fear. DUBCON IF YOU SQUINT

Stagg Airships.

Floating a couple hundred feet above Gotham City. You took a deep breath, in a poor attempt to calm your nerves. You hated heights, or more accurately, you were afraid of heights. So afraid in fact, every step you took, you trembled. With every word you spoke your voice wavered. Every breath you exhaled was shaky. Every noise made in the airship, or by the airship, caused you to jump.

You had hoped you were hiding your fear well in the presence of others. None of the Militia questioned you about your behavior, neither did the Arkham Knight. At least that had consoled you a little bit. Either that or they simply didn’t care whether you were scared or not. The person you hadn’t seen since being forced to board the airship was your superior; Jonathan Crane, The Scarecrow.

Which you were incredibly thankful for.

You knew you wouldn’t be left alone if he had seen you exhibiting textbook behavior of experiencing fear, especially without so much as a drop of his toxin coursing through your blood. Without even so much as a sniff of his toxin inhabiting your lungs, invading your respiratory system and violently assaulting your nervous system, finally wreaking havoc against your amygdala.

You made yet another feeble attempt at trying to calm down. You busied yourself with research notes from Stagg. You thumbed through piles of papers, listened to countless audio notes, and even spoke with other research assistants. You found nothing of substance really, and everything you had read, Crane already knew.

You sighed. At this point, you found it absolutely pointless for the Arkham Knight to have brought you aboard. You sat down in an empty office space and thought back to your incredibly short-lived conversation:

“I don’t understand. My work is here, in this lab. On the ground.” you argued.

“Scarecrow wants you aboard that ship. You’re getting on that ship.” A modulated voice answered behind the electronic mask.

“This is ridiculous. He knows how important it is for me to keep the lab running here!” You turned back to your work on your desk.

“Let’s go. Now. We don’t want to keep him waiting.”

And now here you are. Working in a lab that’s not on the ground.

You heard the door to the office whir open, but you paid no mind figuring it was another research assistant coming to collect the documents you had borrowed. That is until you heard the unmistakable sound of metal squeaking and a very familiar pattern of ragged breathing.

You stood up and quickly turned around, knocking the files to the floor in your haste. “Oh! Good Evening, Doctor Crane.” You quickly bent down to pick the scattered papers up.

“Save the formalities.” His voice, despite having the… 'accident', was deep and rich.

You sat the paperwork on the metal desk. “What can I do for you?”

“Skittish, are we? You can start by telling me,” he stalked closer to you, “What you’re so afraid of.”

“Afraid? I’m… I’m not afraid.” Your voice shook as you blatantly lied.

“My dear, I can practically smell your fear.” Scarecrow's hands were clasped behind his back, concealing his fear gauntlet and the intimidating needles that came with it. "If you do not tell me, I will find out. Whether you like it or not."

You shuddered at the thought of being exposed to his fear toxin. You saw first hand the horrendous effects. His latest formula was his most potent, the victims that succumbed to it were never the same. Their psyches shattered. Their lives ended, either by the toxin causing so much adrenaline it results in cardiac arrest, or by their own hands.

Scarecrow seemed to exude fear, or, at the very least, smelled like it. His scent was acrid, noxious, and the closer he got the more pungent it became. He was the very embodiment of fear itself. At this point, he didn't even need fear toxin. You wondered why he ever needed it at all.

He was right about you being scared. But it wasn’t Scarecrow causing it. No, in fact, he was causing quite a different feeling. You felt heat pricking behind your navel, traveling down to your core. You were no stranger to this feeling. You knew exactly what it was.

Arousal.

What was it he was always going on about? Arousal and fear going hand in hand?

Against your better judgement, you answered him, "Heights." You entangled your fingers with themselves, trying to keep your composure. A feat damn near impossible when in Scarecrow’s presence.

"Heights? My, my, how unfortunate for you, considering we are well above Gotham City." He stopped a mere couple of inches in front of you.

He observed you, his milky white eyes studying your form. Mentally taking notes. You pressed your lips into a thin line, looking away from him, afraid if you made eye contact, you'd betray yourself and he'd be able to see right through you. You were afraid he'd be able to catch onto your dirty little secret; That while yes, although you were scared, in his presence you were aroused.

He finally spoke after what felt like an eternity of standing in silence;

"Fidgety, shaky breaths..." He reached out his left hand and grasped your face, "no eye contact." He slid his hand down to your neck, placing two fingers against your carotid artery, “rapid pulse,” he removed his fingers from your pulse point and grabbed your hands, untangling them from each other, "Trembling hands and clammy skin..." his tone was clinical.

You glanced down to his hands holding yours, and noticed just how careful he was to avoid pricking you. One wrong move and it would send those sharp ends right through your skin, pumping your veins full of orange liquid terror. If you were lucky, it would end in death.

It excited you knowing you were at his complete and utter disposal. That at any moment he could choose to inject you with his toxin. You are at his mercy. He knows this. Part of him is dying to see what you'd look like writhing at his feet in fear, screaming in terror. How desperate he was to see your face twist in anguish, your eyes flitting wildly around looking at unseen horrors.

Scarecrow pushed the thoughts away, "Yes, you're definitely exhibiting classic textbook symptoms of fear."

You glanced up to Scarecrow.

"Fortunately for you, I have just the remedy." He removed his hands from yours.

"You... do?" Skepticism laced your voice.

"Of course. Why would I not? You think I only know how to instill fear? You think I lack the ability to alleviate it?" He stepped back.

"No, of course not." You felt foolish.

“Come with me. I’ll rid you of this asinine inclination you call fear.” Scarecrow slowly turned, walking out of one of the many offices around the airship.

Taking a deep breath, you quickly followed Scarecrow. The wind from the raging thunderstorm outside caused the airship to sway slightly. The airship groaned at the movement. Your legs began to shake, and you braced yourself against the hallway wall. Fear flooded your senses again drowning out any other feelings. You badly wished to be taken off the ship. As if Scarecrow could sense you had stopped, he turned around.

“Quickly now. The sooner we get to the bay the sooner you can get over this... 'Fear'."

You felt your heart leap into your throat as you mulled over what he said. The Bay. The bay with the large windows. The very windows that gave you a direct view of the city and just how incredibly high you were above it. Oh... That bay.

He stopped at the closed bay door. You walked up beside him, swallowing your nerves. He waved a key card and the panel lit up green.

"Welcome, Doctor Jonathan Crane." a robotic voice responded to the access key card.

The door slid up revealing the large, empty bay. Scarecrow stepped aside, and extended an arm, inviting you inside the bay first. You looked between him and the room. You nodded and slowly stepped in, stopping just passed the threshold.

Scarecrow placed his left hand on your upper back, guiding you further into the bay. He waved the key card and the door closed locking with a mechanical 'click'.

You stepped further into the bay, away from Scarecrow. You didn't know exactly how being in here would help you. The only thing that he could possibly do was administer some new version of his toxin. An antidote perhaps. You were racking your brain when it hit you.

Exposure therapy.

You turned to face Scarecrow with furrowed brows and wide eyes. He was already walking closer to you.

“Lets begin, shall we?”

Scarecrow grabbed your waist, turning you around and guiding you all the way to face the large window to view the city below. He pressed himself to you, hands still firmly gripping your waist. You were pinned between the window and him. There was no way out.

Your head began to spin. Your stomach began to churn. Heat began to prick at your skin. Your breathing became shallow and labored. Your limbs felt light, almost detached from your body.

“Sc… Scarecrow, please. Please…” You could barely speak, your throat felt tight. Tears formed in your eyes, threatening to spill.

“Hmm? Please? Please what? What are you asking for? Are you suddenly not willing to overcome this childish fear you have? What do you think is going to happen? Are you really afraid of the height, or the hypothetical falling?” He ranted.

“I…” You squeezed your eyes shut. “Yes, all of it.”

“I do believe I told you I have a remedy, yes?” He lightly traced a finger along your neck, tracing over your rapidly beating pulse. Goosebumps littered your skin.

“Yes… Yes, you did.” You took a deep breath. You were not interested in being injected with only God knows what., and you really were not interested in exposure therapy.

“Really, I should dose you. Show you what true fear is. None of this nonsense child’s play.”

“Please... Anything else just… not that…” you whined, your eyes still shut to avoid looking at the daunting city below.

You swore you heard him quietly chuckle behind you. He leaned in, his mouth brushing against the shell of your ear, "open your eyes."

You furiously shook your head, silently telling him no.

He harshly gripped your face in his left hand. He slid his right hand under your shirt gently tracing his needles along your stomach. You snapped your eyes open, quietly gasping.

"Good." He praised you, almost cooing. "Keep your eyes open. I want you to remember this every time you think about this fear of yours."

He lent down, and licked up your neck, ending just under your ear, giving a sharp nip to your earlobe. You let out a small squeak at his sudden action. He removed his right hand from under your shirt and returned it to your waist. His left hand finally left your face, and began tracing the waist band of your slacks.

"Try not to move too much, I'd hate to accidentally dose you." He mused.

He swiftly undid the button on your slacks, and with both hands yanked them down to your ankles. He did the same to your underwear though in his haste he practically ripped them off.

"Doctor Crane!" You protest. Embarrassed at the way you were exposed to him, and god knows who else could see up into the windows of the airship.

"Fear and arousal can coincide with one another, and clearly," His fingers ran up your dripping cunt spreading your slick along your folds, giving an experimental touch against your clit, "you're experiencing both."

"I... no, it's a natural reaction!" You lie through your teeth.

He shoved you forward and you had no option but to brace your arms against the window as he bent you at the waist. A flush crept up your neck, spreading over your face.

"There is no use in lying to me. Look at you. You're dripping."

There was no denying it any longer. Not to yourself and especially not to Scarecrow.

“Let this be a lesson in facing your fears.” He prodded the tip of his cock at your entrance.

With a painfully slow surge of his hips, he encases his length in your wet, malleable walls. The tip of his cock kisses your cervix as he bottoms out.

You can’t help but let out soft whimpers and moans at the way his cock stretches you, filling you up and making you forget the whole reason why you were scared at all. He revels in those noises. His left hand finds its way into your hair and yanks your head back, "Don't hide those noises from me, let me hear you," he grunts, "Let me hear how I affect you."

You do as your told, and let out a wail with every thrust he gives you.

He licks your neck before sinking his teeth into your flesh, not biting hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to leave a mark.

"Fuck!" you outcry. Your cunt clenches tighter around his cock at the bite.

Scarecrow groans at the sensation of your walls clamping down on him.

"You-ah- you're going to overcome your fear, yes?" He begins thrusting erratically. His length hits all the right spots with each plunge into you.

You move your hips in tandem with his, not caring if his needles do end up pricking you, you just need to cum with him. His breathing hitches at your movements, driving him closer to the edge he was teetering on.

"Y-yes!" you moan at him.

“That’s it-,” Scarecrow grunts, “-let go of your fears. Give into me.” He ruts into you at an animalistic pace. His grip on your hips tightening, the needles on his gauntlet threatening to puncture your skin with every thrust.

You feel your own release building up. The heat viciously licking behind your navel, your lower abdomen contracting as your impending release sent your mind spiraling.

You move one of your hands off the window and bring it between your thighs. You rub circles against your clit in an effort to push yourself over the edge.

And you do.

Your release washes over you, sending electric chills throughout your body. You cry out in ecstasy. You feel Scarecrow give a few lackadaisical thrusts, before drenching the inside of you with his release.

Scarecrow stills, his softening cock slowly slipping out of you, "Your mind is mine. The next time you have some absurd 'fear' you'll be vigilant in discussing it with me, yes?" He puts himself back in his pants, stepping away from you.

You catch your breath, nodding at him.

"Good. Clean yourself up. The Arkham Knight will take you back to the ground-base lab."

Scarecrow left, and you realized this whole charade was simply to expose your fear, and fuck it out of you.

You made yourself decent, and with a newfound confidence made your way to the meeting point with the Arkham Knight.

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