#also that scarecrow shit. yes.

[ghostbustermelanieking]

i've always said i'd never wanna rewrite any of my fic as original stories because they're too closely tied to the source material, and mostly that's true. but goddamn sometimes i think about all the lore i made up for willoughby, virginia and calvert pass, north carolina and i'm like damn. that would be fun to use, actually

[deadsetobsessions]

Hi! Party Planner! Danny has struck again.

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Danny clambered onto the top of the building, eyes fixed onto the dimming Gotham City sky line. Electric blue eyes froze in concentration as his targets grappled into view. he quickly scaled the last rungs of the fire escape ladder to stumble onto the roof. Danny waved his arms, and his targets, catching sight of him mere moments later, began swinging towards him. Danny adjusted his bag strap.

“Hello, concerned citizen, what do you need assistance with?”

Danny faltered. Who the fuck was wearing Batman’s cowl?

Robin (with a sword) scowled at Batman before turning his attention back to Danny.

“Uh. Right,” Danny muttered, giving ‘Batman’ the most obvious and glaring side eye he could. Regardless, if the little Robin did not protest this Batman’s presence… it was good enough for him. “I’m a party planner.”

Robin spoke before Batman could. “And what of it?”

“The… uh, League of Evil or something, wait,” Danny fumbled while opening the bag and pulling out some papers. “Ah, Legion of Doom. Them.”

Little Robin and fake-Batman perked up. Fake-Batman tensed visibly. Danny grumbled. “Anyways, they’re contacting me- by they, I mean Lex Luthor- to see if I could plan a party in… God, why are Gotham’s names for shit so depressing?”

“Get on with it.” Little Robin snapped. Danny was reminded of Dani instantly and let it slide.

“Ah, right, they want me to plan a party in “Slaughter Swamp” on the seventh of next month. So… keep an eye on that, okay?” Danny asked Robin.

“Are you supposed to be telling us this?” Fake-Batman asked.

Danny shrugged, running a hand through his hair, practiced fingers brushing aside that little white streak of hair he got from the portal.

Little Robin’s gaze snapped up to his hair.

“It’s fine. They haven’t had me sign an NDA yet.” And, well, the devil is in the details but Danny is the devil.

“I’ll handle it.” Fake-Batman promised. Danny threw him a skeptical look.

“Uh-huh. Right.” He turned back to sword Robin, who looked torn between the supposed slight towards Batman and pride at Danny’s apparent trust in his abilities. “Look, here’s the stuff I have on them- copied them- and good luck and all that.”

He handed the file and some data in a usb stick to Robin, dipping away as soon as he could. He had a party to plan, and matching Luthor’s purple-gold aesthetic to Cheeta’s yellow and black spotted material wasn’t going to get done by themselves.

——

“Even the civilians outside of Gotham could tell you’re not Batman.” Damian scoffed as he watched their party planner slip back into his apartment.

“Hey, I thought I did pretty well!”

“I do not claim to know what hallucinogens you’ve inhaled, but do not come near me. I don’t want your stupidity to catch everyone else unawares.”

“Hey!”

“Get it together, Kryptonian. We still have half the night to patrol.”

Damian swung off, mind whirling along side Kent’s little hamster wheels for a brain. He’ll have to inform father. And Timothy. Red Robin had a grudge to settle with Scarecrow and will aid in Damian’s plot to obtain sugar gliders in exchange for the information. Yes.

——

Clark, thinking his Batman acting was bad: :(

Danny, has never met Batman: this can’t be Batman, he’s being midwestern polite

——

Also, I just want to say that the Flash has Georgia State patrol energy.

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

hi can you do a bruce wayne fic where readers back is pressed to his chest and he’s fucking her so hard and rough while also rubbing and occasionally slapping her clit and reader is just so far gone in pleasure? thank you so so much!! 💗💗

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NSFW

I don't have a title for this, it's just... pure filth.

Basically just Bruce fucking out his frustration <3

Sorry for the long wait! I hope you enjoy it nonetheless 😚

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Your brain was mush and all of your nerve endings were on fire as a breathtaking euphoria flooded your veins, fogging all your senses.

Bruce had been on edge lately, having to deal with not only the idiots at Wayne Enterprises but also Scarecrow running rampant in Gotham at the most inconvenient times, it seemed.

He had come home with a scowl on his face, stomping into the Manor and snatching you away from your cozy spot on the couch, dragging you to the bedroom.

The room was hot, filled with the smell of sex, and you could swear you could see the windows fogging up from the corner of your eye.

Bruce was underneath you, panting and sweating, one arm firmly pressed between your exposed tits right up against your sternum, with the hand wrapped around your throat while is cock was nestled deep inside of you, pouding you into tomorrow, it felt like.

Every thrust knocked the air out of your lungs, and his other hand between your thighs rubbing your puffy clit made you see stars.

You cried out for him, grasping onto whatever part you could reach to ground yourself. Bruce was fucking all of his frustration and tension into you, grunting on your ear, using the hand around your neck as leverage to pull you back down on his dick.

You couldn't keep track of how many orgasms he'd pulled out of you already, but you knew this wasn't the last one.

Tears of ecstasy pricked in the corners of your eyes and your head fell back against his strong shoulder, your bones melting into jelly.

"B-..Bruce, I can't-" You heaved, trying to get some oxygen in your lungs.

"Just one more for me, yeah, honey? I need this... I'll treat you so good after... please.." he groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as you clenched around him.

You were reduced to moans and mewls, trying to keep yourself from slipping away.

Your skin felt clammy and shiver ran through you when the tip of his cock ever so slightly nudged your cervix.

"God, yes.." Bruce moaned through clenched teeth.

His hand left your clit, a whine falling from your lips at the loss of stimulation.

His hand came down between your thighs, landing a slap on your bundle of nerves.

You squealed, your eyes widneding at the new sensation. It was a delicious mix of pleasure and twinge of pain that had your legs shaking.

"Oh shit... please do that again!" You begged through heavy breaths.

Bruce chuckled breathlessly, continuing to give your clit small slaps, grunting when your cunt constricted around him. Your nth orgasm was bubbling up in your belly, euphoria gnawing on your bones.

"I'm gonna-... fuck!" You mewled, your whole body convulsing as the coil in your stomach snapped, and you came around him.

A moan got caught in his throat, and with a few hard thrusts, Bruce spilled inside of you, filling your sore pussy with his cum.

He slacked against the bed, taking you with him.

Rolling you over so you were comfortably resting on your side, he wrapped his arms around you and littered sweet kisses all over your shoulder and neck.

"I'm sorry, baby... I needed to get it out. I love you." He murmured into your skin, making you let out a sleepy giggle.

"I'd love a bath..." you mumbled, your face pressed halfway into a pillow.

"Whatever you want, my love."

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I know it's short, I'm sorry 😭

More of my works -> 💫

《DC Taglist》: @allysunny @arkhamknightscxnt @hellonheels-x @gaozorous-rex-blog

Lmk if you want to be added/removed 😚🩷

DC taglist is currently Bale!Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, and Dick Grayson.

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[proneterror204]

Fear vs War 2

Fright Knight was in Gotham trying to find his target. The clown was in Arkham, so he was going for the Scarecrow. He was hoping to find him before the rogue could spread any Artificial Fear. He was going for the Scarecrow's Minions, who preferred to go by goons, hoping to scare his location from them. when mortals meet him it triggered the 'fight or flight' instinct, as he was Phobos a God of fear. But in Gotham this was only a hinderance, because everyone choose fight. EVERY. SINGLE. ONE.

Fright Knight: *trying to scare some info from a goon*

Orphan:...*Waves her hand to get his attention*

Fright Knight: *startled but doesent jump* Can i help you?

Orphan: *signs*

Fright Knight: I can speak all languages, but not sign language. Truly a flaw in Divinity.

Spoiler: She's asking who you are and what are you doing here?

Fright Knight: I am Fright Knight! Greek god of Fear and Right hand to the Ghost King. I am here to punish the rogue know as Scarecrow for his crimes against my domain. He is out of Arkham Yes?

Spoiler: He's in the Hospital getting a colonoscopy. Hes like 50.

Fright Knight: i also planned on giving him a colonoscopy. but very well. i suppose ill just have to go visit Wonder Woman.

Spoiler: to avenge you're Father?

Fright Knight: HA! No, i wish to thank her on her victory and introduce myself to my aunt.

Spoiler: ah Ares is a shit father huh? I know the feeling.

Fright Knight: I advise you avoid saying his name, But yes War is no kinder to children then it is anyone else. Worse even...

Orphan and Spoiler: *nods*

Spoiler: Hey i gotta say NICE purple flames.

Fright Knight: Its not really a choice. My mother is pink and my father is black. together it makes purple. I dont suppose i could convince you to keep this visit a secret from the Batman. My liege doesent want his attention and paranoia.

Spoiler: oh you absolutely could- *she stops and puts a hand to her ear and talks to someone on the comms*. Hey lets make a deal. theres a riot in Arkham asylum. you help us clean that up and Batman will never hear a word of this. Deal?

Fright Knight: Deal. now what do you have in mind?

Spoiler: *Grins evilly*

(insert any jojo theme here)

As Arkham's riot continued many Rogues, convicts, and psych patients were making a escape attempt only one vigilante stood in their way. Spoiler looking strangely buff with her face more defined and over animated(jojo style) stood alone. In front of the rioting mod she struck a pose and behind her a black and purple knight appeared. Both of them struck a pose and flexed as a aura of fear and terror washed over the mob making them flee back into Arkham and into there cells.

True to their deal Batman never heard a word of this. They used sign instead.

[riddlers-left-buttcheek]

I recently started playing Batman: Arkham Knight again and forgot I still had mods installed. Naturally, I will now be playing new game+ with a Scarecrow skin. I absolutely love how the screenshot above turned out, will definitely post more yes yes.

Also, he has eyelashes??? I didn't think he would, given the state he is in, but apparently he does. Pretty, pretty lashes.

I love that he's got all this tech going on, and still resorts to using tape to keep things in place. But that's exactly what he would do as a character, the care put into his model is amazing.

He must get so much shit from Ed for that, I bet. Something like: Ed: "You're using TAPE?!" Jon: "It's industrial tape..." Ed: "THAT DOESN'T MAKE IT BETTER"

He's so silly, I love him so much 😭😭😭🧡🧡🧡

[fanfic-obsessed]

How Old?!?!?!

Remember Folks, disregard any canon that contradicts this.

Timothy Wayne Drake disappeared when he was 16. He was taken captive in Eastern Europe at a WE event. A magical shield cut off all electronic communication, sight, and sound of the building for 6 minutes. According to every Super consulted, Tim’s heartbeat vanished at that time, and never reappeared. No facial recognition ever showed him again. No magical spell could find him, or his remains. Eight years later he is presumed dead by most of those who knew him, though his family still searches frantically for their Baby Bird. It is only the fact that they knew how much he loved Gotham, that he would want the city protected, that they did not let their obsession with finding him take them over. 

According to his file, Neal Caffery has been operating since he was 18. There are no records prior to that. By the numbers he is now 34, and had been working as a CI for the feds for 2 years.  He has never admitted to anyone that his earliest memories are six years ago, though Peter, El, and Moz have all figured it out.  But his abilities, muscle memory, and knowledge seem to support what's in his file.  That must mean something, right?

It was not a White Collar case, not really. Though there were just enough white collar elements to justify assigning it to Agent Burke and his team, this really was an Organized Crime case. However it was leading to Gotham, and no one wanted to go to Gotham. 

So Agent Burke, his two junior agents, and his CI were bundled into a SUV and told to report to Gotham PD to coordinate the case.  Upon arriving at the main precinct and getting out of the car; Peter, Diana and Jones all get strange looks from the locals on the street, though they do not know it, it is clear they are outsiders. 

However Neal gets out with a strange look on his face, “Why does the air taste..”

“Pink?” One the pedestrian answers, suspicion washing away.

“Yes” Neal exclaimed, then paused, “That’s weird, right? I feel like that’s weird”

The pedestrian gave a half shrug, “Ivy and Scarecrow double booked downtown a few weeks ago. Made things super awkward for anyone not vaccinated against both, but the vaccines made the air taste pink for some reason. The news said that the unvaccinated shouldn’t see effects any longer and for the vaccinated the effect would be gone in two more weeks”

Then the pedestrian left and Neal, entirely unconsciously, murmured about wondering if Ivy and Harley were fighting. When Peter tried to get more information about Neal having been in Gotham as they walked into the Precinct, Neal made a joke to cover the fact that he has no idea when or where he got the vaccines/immunities to Poison Ivy’s pollen or Scarecrow's Fear Gas.  

They manage to make it to the main bullpen without incident, by virtue of the fact anyone who actually looks up from what they were doing focuses on Peter, as lead agent.  When they get to the Bullpen, someone notices Neal and the entire room goes dead silent. Commissioner Gordon comes charging out, eyes wild and clearly on the phone with someone (Oracle, who happened to see Neal/Tim on camera-it is important to note that the group who took Tim made it so that any facial recognition program that would run either face would skip the match between Tim and Neal, but a person looking through a camera is different) saying things like “Holy Shit” and “Yes I see him, too”. 

The White Collar team, including Neal, is so confused as Commissioner Gordon ushers them to his office and closes the door (Oracle has her fathers office bugged with better cameras and wired for sound, also they do not know how much cover they have already broken for Tim-they do not want to make things worse instead of better). 

Commissioner Gordon calls Neal Tim, and Neal/Tim seizes for a moment like he was hit with electricity and says, in a deadened tone, “That name cannot be used as an Alias” then slumps like he is going to fall over. Peter and Jones manage to catch him and get him into a chair that Commissioner Gordon hurriedly pulls over.  The confusion that the White Collar team is exhibiting, plus questions like “What was that?” and “What did you do to Neal?” and “What did you call him?” do convince commissioner Gordon that these, at least, were not the people that took Tim.  It takes a few minutes for Tim/Neal to come to.  A few careful call and response questions tells Commissioner Gordon that the man with Tim’s face (and scars, from what he can see) does not remember anything.  These same questions were also clearly making the White Collar team, particularly Peter, as protective as they were making Neal/Tim confused and more than a little anxious.

Then Dick Grayson burst into the room, looking like he might have run all the way from Bludhaven.  He stopped dead at seeing Neal, whispered ‘Baby Bird?’ then lunged to pull Neal into a tight hug. Neal may have had no memories of being Tim, but his muscle memory remembered Dick’s hugs. That he was safe while Dick was hugging him, Neal could not help but relax into the hold. 

Dick start talking about getting Neal to Leslie both to make sure he's not hurting and to verify his identity (sounding apologetic but, no matter if Dick is sure this is Tim, they have to verify it), that ‘B’ is out of contact right now (on a JL mission off planet, the watchtower is preparing to extract him, but it will take a few hours-the JLD is also preparing in case they are needed) but should be back soon. He talks about how Alfred will be waiting outside for them, but ‘everyone else’ is waiting so they don’t overwhelm him (read clustered, and pacing, on buildings around Leslie’s clinic).  

Neal brings up, still wrapped in Dicks arms, that he might not be who they think he is. Dick agrees but also says that he isn’t, it is a case of mistaken identity and it is clear that Neal is not trying to trick them. Dick then says if it is Mistaken identity, Dick will apologize for the forcible cuddling and be grateful that, even if they don’t actually find him, he got a chance to hug his little brother one last time (Every single member of the White Collar Team, Neal very much included, is a little uncomfortable with this sentiment). 

At Peter’s awkward insistence (these people clearly miss whoever they think Neal is, and he doesn’t know if they would think about Neal’s criminal activities) the White collar team accompanies Neal, still clutched to Dick’s side, to a car waiting with Alfed right next to it, who is clearly having an emotional reaction to seeing Neal/Tim again.  Over the course of the car ride to Leslie’s clinic, Dick asks questions about who Neal is now (and reacts weirdly well to the whole Conman/FBI CI thing). Towards the end, Jones hesitantly asks why Dick is trying to get to know Neal now, wouldn’t it make more sense to wait until they were sure who Neal was. 

Dick laughs and goes 1.) Even if Neal is not his long lost brother, several of his siblings are going to want to befriend him (if nothing else than being a world class master art forger would get Damian’s attention, and everyone else would 100% be encouraging the friendship to give Damian more non violent friends) and 2.) Baby Bird is notorious for trying to mold himself into who he thinks other people want him to be. Right now he does not know enough about Dick to try and tailor his answers, plus is likely convincing himself that this is a case of mistaken identity. Thus Dick is collecting information for when Baby Bird inevitably tries to fit himself into whatever weird mold he thinks their family will want him to fit.  

Neal, still clutched to Dick’s side, splutters as the White Collar team cannot help but laugh at him. Also this somewhat convinces Peter that this might not be a case of mistaken identity after all.  

They get to Leslie’s Clinic. She runs through all the tests (Genetic and comparing previous x-rays, signs of artificial aging-for cloning, signs of the specific type of molecules that means time or dimension travel, brain scans, the few hormone tests that can detect magic-you can’t tell me that Bruce Wayne and/or Tim Drake, before he vanished, were not told at some point that there is no way to detect magic by scientific means and took it as a personal challenge). By every measure that she is able to test, Neal Caffrey is the missing Tim Drake.  She is also able to tell that his memory loss was likely caused by significant and repeated electrocution reinforced by some kind of magic, but cannot tell what or if it is still active, though given Tim’s reaction to his birth name (which happened twice more during the tests) and the fact that the Supers were never able to find his heartbeat,it is likely. 

By this time, Batman has now been returned to the watchtower and is being told of Tims return.

Dick tells Neal outright that their entire family’s love languages are stalking and poor boundaries (both maintaining and respecting). Dick also makes it clear that, while the Batfam is ecstatic that Neal/Tim is alive and want him in their lives, Neal is not required to attempt to get his memories back or have anything to do with them if he does not want (All of their therapists, the family could not go to just one, had worked specifically with them on how to deal with a Tim that has made a new life, how to accept that he is safe and happy but not with them-which is a realistic assumption after 8 years), but that likely Neal would be putting up with some limited stalking for the rest of his life (Look, the best we are going to get from the Batfamily is stalking from the shadows if Neal doesn’t want to interact with them-Also Oracle has already hacked the FBI for all of Neals records and files, and is the middle of arranging for the White Collar office to be bugged with her personal cameras/microphones). Dick also asks that the White Collar team come back to the Manor and to at least let the Justice League Dark look Neal over to make sure that there is nothing that is going on that will hurt him. 

Now, to be clear, Neal is more than happy to at least meet the rest of the Batfam.  Yes, he has a good life now, people he loves and who love him. But that is a relatively new development and there are a lot of blanks in his past. I mean at this point Neal still thinks he is 34 (as opposed to 24), and only remembers the last six years. They have not even gone far enough into the explanations to realize that there is a 2 year gap between when Tim was taken and Neal's earliest memories.  Also, while Neal does not quite have the same level of abandonment issues as Tim did, there is something about how visibly happy Dick is to see him that soothing something deep inside (Because he has six years worth of memories, and for most of them he did not have anyone who would have noticed if he had vanished).

They get back to manor just in time for Bruce to come charging into the foyer, still in the batman suit but with his cowl down. Bruce also looks like he might have ran from wherever he was. He had at least absorbed enough of what he was told about Neal to not call him Tim, and pulled Neal into a hug.  This also means there is a brief interlude while the White Collar team gets the ‘Bruce Wayne is Batman, we’re trusting you with this’ revelation (And absolutely everyone is going to be making fun of Bruce ‘Paranoia’ Wayne being the person who accidentally let the secret slip).

By the time they reach the main sitting room, the rest of the family has made it back to the manor (Barbara, Jason, Cass, Steph, Damian, Duke) each waiting on their own chance to hug their lost member.   Neal blue screens a bit at Jason (who is both very pretty and very sarcastic, which is Neal's type).  Through the discussions that follow there are at least two arguments between batfam members about who gets to have Neal to sit with them.

Neal decides that he will meet with someone from JLD to see about what magic might still be affecting him and regaining his lost memories. He and the White Collar team do decline staying at the manor and go back to the hotel rooms that the FBI rented for them (never realizing that Oracle upgraded them as soon as she realized who Neal was) as they still have a job to do. It is at this point that  Neal starts whining to the others, much to their amusement (also to the amusement of Steph and Cass, who were hiding on the balcony-there is no way there will not be at least one bat/bird hiding in the shadows around Neal for a bit), about his new, hot brother Jason.  Peter calls El, just so Neal can have his crisis with her instead of him (Never mind that being siblings is not as big a deal as Neal thinks it is).

Now Gotham, and its people, have a reputation at the FBI for being actually impossible to work with.  Even regular citizens stonewall so effectively that most teams simply give up. They simply do not like outsiders, and Gothamites can tell if someone grew up in Gotham or not, even if the person in question does not realize it (there are unconscious ways of moving if you have lived in Gotham for a certain amount of time). This is what the White Collar team expects to go against, what they are bracing for, no matter who Neal might or might not have been.  To their surprise this is not what they get. Yes, most people still peer suspiciously at Peter, Jones, and Diana at first, but even that settles down quickly (Some of it is Neal/Tim, being from Gotham, clearly trusting Peter and co gets them some good will; some is them not being sanctimonious about gotham; the rest is the batfam being vocal about liking these FBI agents-for Neal/Tim related reasons).  They solve the case, which branched from White collar into one of the Mob Families (at least two of the traffickers got the choice to talk to the FBI team, or deal with The Red Hood-Red Hood plays it off as using the FBI to take a shot at that family’s territory and being personally interested in Neal Caffrey).

Before they leave Gotham, Neal does meet up with a few members of the JLD who are able to find and remove the spells that prevent Neal/Tim from being found by the Supers and the Spell keeping him from being addressed as Tim. His missing memories were not fully caused by magic (There was a lot of damage caused by electricity-no one took that news well), but the magic was preventing some of his recall. With the spells off, it is inferred that some or all of Tim’s memories may come back in time. 

The White Collar team leaves Gotham with new contacts in their phones and also the bomb that Neal Caffery was a full decade younger than he thought he was (They do eventually figure out that Neal/Tim never actually committed the crimes in his file-not that the crimes were never committed but that Neal/Tim was basically went straight from where ever he was being held to being captured for ‘Neal Caffery’s’ crimes).  Peter later finds a much more complete medical record for Tim Wayne Drake in his home, with an ominous note to keep this file out of the FBI records, it is for personal reference only. They also leave with the decision to keep Neal’s identity a secret (As no one knows who the ones who took them are, or what the end goal is), telling only Hughes, El and Moz. By the time the WC crew reaches New York, the Bats already have bugs/cameras in the FBI building, Neal’s apartment, and Peter’s house.  They have also put trackers in every single pair of Neal’s shoes. There is also a schedule for who gets to stalk/hang out with Neal when.  

As far as the rest of the FBI was concerned, White Collar gets a lot of strange new contacts for cases.  Also they seem to have made an impression on the Justice League, as they become the point of contact between the Justice League and the FBI, by request of the League.  Occasionally hardened criminals walk into the FBI and ask to confess their crimes specifically to Agent Burke and his team. And Apparently their CI knows the Red Hood, somehow (in that the Red Hood sometimes showed up at their crime scene to flirt outrageously with the CI, the first few times the CI got really flustered but after that he started to flirt back). 

Eventually Neal/Tim does begin to remember his past, oddly enough the trigger was a spleen in a jar that was left on his desk in the White Collar Office (Ra’s Al Ghul was…pleased that Tim was not dead and displeased with the Organization the abducted him and  tried to fry Tim’s brain).

[fckbatmanhiskidsareminenow]

i love the idea of damien being the most protective batkid.

like you’d think it was dick but nope it’s damien who was mostly raised by dick and has learnt to show his love and affection by worrying about and protecting his family in his own way. if u mess with any of his siblings be prepared to know why they call him demon brat.

when an old guy starts coughing up a lung at a gala while standing in front of an immunocompromised tim, damien immediately starts lecturing the guy about wearing a mask while simultaneously yoinking antibiotics out of tim’s pockets and handing him a glass of water.

one time a villain makes dick cry (maybe it’s scarecrow) and yes while damian knows dick cries often when he’s happy or proud or sad or sometimes when he’s angry but he has never cried in fear before. and damien is pissed because how dare you make his big brother cry? he beats the shit out of the villain.

(i’m doing two for dick because while i love the above one i realised the rest of them are civilian ones so i decided to add this one)

someone making weird comments about dicks body, stuff like, “what i would give to have him for a night”. damien is borderline murderous. “you know he has a name and Richard is not an object for you to use for your pleasure, he’s a person.”

someone says something ignorant about the people living in and around crime alley and before jason can even open his mouth damien is already going into how you should assume peoples living situations and how not everyone has the privilege the rich gothemites have.

someone says something weird and misogynistic about Steph? you already know damien is there defending all women and even bringing in points about why steph especially is incredible.

and you know if anyone said anything about any of his POC siblings ( dick, cass, duke) or himself he’s already on his “wait until i tell father that you have such racist ideals” and recording prepared to ruin this guys life.

someone is fetishising or infantilising cass? he comes out of nowhere with “she can speak for herself.” or “she’s not a work of art for you to stare and make comments about she’s a human being.”

someone making comments about how duke doesn’t below among high society because he wasn’t born into it. damien is there defending him and saying how he has better manners than they do.

this is very ooc but the idea of damien using his vocabulary to just absolutely eat people up is so pleasant to me.

also u can tell i don’t know much about the less “mainstream” batfam members but im doing my research and writing what i find down in my hyperfixation book.

[plotwhatplot]

party poison headcanons bc my funpoison side hyper fixation hit me like a train last night at 1 am

Remember kids the killjoys are fictional, they are not mcr <3

TRANS FTM NONBINARY PARTY POISON ALL THE WAY MF🔥🔥🔥🔥

"ofc u have colored hair and pronouns!!!" on that note, they like they/them the best

goes raving ALL THE TIME usually wearing about one inch of clothes

on that note they like to go raving w/ demolition widow (my killjoys alter ego which i will touch on when i finish her lore)

wears mini skirts shorter than frank iero

colors in fun ghouls tattoos like a coloring book

probably has is an undiagnosed neurodivergent (self projection <3)

xenogender and neopronoun supporter, thinks their cool asf and prolly tried out neos a couple times

either bi or pan

gun kink but only for ghoul i will not elaborate further 🙏

pineapple on pizza defender (self projection...)

loves charli xcx and ayesha erotica (pretend they exists in the zones bc yes)

THE slutiest cunt in the zones, the cishets and straights fear them.

"KING😍" "im nonbinary" "THING😍" that meme is canon bc i said so

on that note they actually dont mind being called bro and man and stuff like that

them and fun ghoul bully eachother for fun

they both also jump eachother for fun (that j be a lil bit too close to the h on dat keyboard... #legendary typo)

loves styling the girls hair, they once tried to convince the others to let them dye it but they said no :(

is also rlly good at doing hair in general just not their own

fun ghoul proposed to poison w/ a ringpop and they actually had a little unoffical wedding together and it was the most adorable thing ever (not rlly a party poison hc but still cute X3)

climbs on tables and chairs and shi and dances like a stripper at random times (i would say /j but its just too funny)

jacket slut

beat a scarecrow with a stiletto once

dresses like a homeless person when their on their period (self projection-)

would love shitposting

they'll go out in public shirtless w/ their tits taped up and doesnt give one singular shit abt other ppls opinions

on that note, they are the embodiment of idgaf, they wear and do whatever they want, they dont have time for losers XP

throws glitter at ppl

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alr i cant think of anymore so yeah thats it 🥲

[octuscle]

My asshole of a cousin won’t stop being a homophobic little shit! He keeps talking about how gays are all about sex! I think it’s time to make him eat his words as a gay fuckboy!

What a shame your cousin is such a homophobic asshole. I mean, he really is hot as hell. I think he could be the star of any pole in a gay club. But not with that attitude… Let's change that then…

The picture of a guy sitting at the bar and actually wants to grunt "Buddy, bring me another beer". But instead he whispers "Honey, can you bring me a pink martini please?" All eyes at the bar are on him. He is shocked himself. He tries to clear his throat. He tries to sound manly again. But all he gets is "If it's no trouble, sweetheart!"

The barman says that he doesn't serve perverted faggots here. Your cousin smiles at him and says that's too bad, he can serve him any way he wants. He gets up, throws the waiter an air kiss and leaves. His phone plays a Taylor Swift song. He pulls an iPhone in a pink glitter case out of his trouser pocket. "Honey, yes, I'm on my way. Really, you'll never guess what just happened to me. I'm telling you, a demigod! But so straight. Not a chance." His gait becomes more and more prancing. It could also be because his rough biker boots are turning into silver pumps. He passes a shop window with a mirror. "Mon Dieu, what do I look like?" he says and pulls a lipstick out of the inside pocket of his leather jacket. As he touches up his lips, his beard begins to recede into flawless skin.

When he arrives at his new hangout, he looks like a scarecrow. Hair already platinum blonde, but still in a self-cut mullet. His super slim body doesn't even begin to fill out his clothes. Nothing is left of his magnificent muscles. But his fine fingers are perfectly manicured. "Honey, could you bring me a pink martini, please?" he whispers to the bartender. "Not until I get a smack," he replies. It turns into a deep French kiss. Not the last one the boy who used to be your cousin will give out today.

It's still quite empty in the bar. But the door opens and the party people start to pour in. The boy who used to be your cousin assesses every single new guest and gives notes in his head. Eight and better comes into question for a discreet meeting in the toilet. The one or two lucky ones who get a ten even get to take him home. But let's not kid ourselves. The only ten tonight is himself.

[echoarts03]

My Favorite Batman Villains and Why

(In no particular order)

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As a cartoon/movie/video game Batman fan, let's go over some of my favorite villains, shall we?

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1.) THE JOKER

Is this a basic answer?

Sure, but I don't give a shit! I really enjoy the Joker! I think he's hysterical in most of the Batman adaptations I've seen (yes, INCLUDING the LEGO Batman movie,) and there's just something about villains who are absolutely bonkers-crazy that really catches my attention.

2.) SCARECROW

BRO. IS. COOL.

His gimmick is FEAR, and if that isn't a really fucking cool concept then idk what is.

DOCTORS THAT TURN INTO VILLAINS HAS GOT TO BE QUITE POSSIBLY ONE OF MY FAVORITE TROPES.

#PutScarecrowinmoreshows2024

3.) TWO-FACE

To be fair, I have no clue what drew me in to Harvey's character.

Maybe it's the idea of him once being such a respectable guy, and then one nearly-fatal accident turned him into a shell of his former self, or maybe it's just because mob bosses are awesome fuckin' characters, imo.

Or maybe it's just because I like his designs.

Who knows, man? XD

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HONORABLE MENTIONS:

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THE PENGUIN

A funny little penguin man running a mob is honestly kinda funny to me.

Also, I loved how much of a goblin he was in the 2004 cartoon, and I think we need to manifest more of that side of him into media, lol.

(I also plan to watch "THE PENGUIN" soon, but I'm currently watching 2 DC shows at once so I gotta finish at least one of those first XD)

SLADE/DEATHSTROKE

BRO IS A MENACE.

I ADORED THIS MOTHERFUCKER SO MUCH IN TEEN TITANS (2003) IT AIN'T EVEN FUNNY.

That version of him was by FAR one of the best-written villains of all time.

The only reason I put him in "honorable mentions" is because I don't see him as a Batman villain. I grew up watching him fight the Teen Titans, so to me, Slade is the Teen Titans' villain.

Also, yeah, I'm calling him Slade because that's what I grew up calling him. So just don't go expecting me to call him Deathstroke every single time I'm talking about him, alright? XD

BANE

I mean, he isn't my FAVORITE, but I do like him a lot- ESPECIALLY in The Dark Knight trilogy. They kinda did bro dirty in BTAS, but I guess they can't all be bangers!

Also, I will protect THQS Bane with my LIFE.

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But yeah, here's my list of my big favorites :D Hope you like it!

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[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

Batman Rogues & Defending Trans/NB Reader from a Transphobe

Characters: Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn, Catwoman, Scarecrow, Riddler, Mad Hatter 

Word Count: Approx. 550

TW: Implied that Reader was misgendered/ridiculed for their gender presentation & now the rogues are gonna get revenge for it.

A/N: These are super short but the sentiment is the point. They may be bad guys but even bad guys will use your preferred pronoun. (Don’t tell me they’re all OOC, I literally do not care. It’s my page and I’ll write what I want!) 

Poison Ivy: 

Does not hesitate to kill/poison ppl with her plants on a regular day, so you can bet she’s more than happy to do it to any pos harassing you. 

Calls them an ignorant parasite before coiling them up in her vines. 

Shrugs her shoulders while flipping her gorgeous red hair and tells you not to worry.

“Bigots are more useful as fertilizer, anyway.” 

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Harley Quinn: 

She whacks ‘em with her giant hammer until they apologize. (Sometimes they pass out first, but that’s not her fault.)

If she doesn’t have her hammer, she sets her Hyenas on ‘em. She loves it when her laughter combined with her hyenas' laughs slowly drown out those of your tormentors. 

“Aw, what’s the matter? Fellas don’t feel like laughing no more? Well that’s too bad, ‘cuz, I’ve got one hell of a punchline for ya!”

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Catwoman: 

She sneaks into their home later and steals their prized possession. 

Gets extremely petty and personal with it. Half the time it’s not even an item of financial gain, just a personal one. 

There’s a box in your apartment filled with random devices, stuffed animals, and photo albums. (One time she even stole a guy’s cat.) 

“What? It’s not my fault the cat likes me better. They’re great judges of character after all.”

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Scarecrow: 

Oh, he uses his fear gas on them 100%. 

But he may not do it right in the moment. He prefers to have his goons grab them later and bring the asshole back to his lab so the both of you can have some fun. 

He enjoys watching them sob and cower, and he orders them to apologize to you. Hearing their fearful whimpers as you stand tall in their presence makes him love you all the more. 

“Fret not, my dear. Soon enough, they will be sniveling glories in your name. I will make sure of it.”

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Riddler: 

He’s not one for immediate physical confrontation but before those fuckers know it, he’s hacked their phone/car/computer- any device they own. 

He’s incredibly intelligent, patient, and vindictive, so he likes to play the long game in fucking them over. 

It all culminates in sending them on some wild goose chase. He forces them to don a black and white prisoner costume as they navigate his riddles, all the while letting them think they have an actual chance at winning, but of course, that’s never the case. He likes taunting them over speaker right before he finishes them off: 

“What’s black, white, and red all over? Think quick…You!” *queue bomb collars* 

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Mad Hatter: 

He doesn’t get why people can’t just let other people live! Ugh! He hates it when assholes shit on his parade, and he will not stand for them doing it to his partner. 

He uses mind control to humiliate them, and torture them- convince them that they’re living with body and gender dysmorphia themselves- so they can see how they like it. 

He releases them after a while, enjoying the effect the fallout will have on their social life and mental status. (It’s a little fucked up to fight transphobia with more, just different transphobia, but the guy’s got a few marbles loose so…)

“I’ll make them pay. They can’t belittle our Wonderland and get away with it!”

A/N: Are they short? Yes. Did I proofread? No. Do I care? Also no. The bottom line is that hate will have no home here on my blog.

[riddle-me-fear]

Who tops? 😈

[don't think I need to put this here, but disclaimer anyway: tw sex and mature language]

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Haaah yes, I knew this question would come up sooner or later.

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

... I'm leavin'.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

But Jooon, this is the perfect opportunity to practice! See, anon, he doesn't like to talk about these topics in front of others. Riddle me this, Jon, how can you possibly call yourself the master of fear, if you can't even face your own?

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

...

That exploitation shit ye'r doin'? It's sickening.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Glad you're staying with us, Jon. Now, to answer your question: Both of us. I top him, he tops me, whatever we feel like in the moment.

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Mmmh ya take it a lot mo' often tho.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Aaaah, I beg to differ. See, when I bottom, we do it once and call it a day. When you bottom, you want it several times in a row. And sometimes we even switch it up in the middle of it. So yes, in frequency, it may seem like I take it more often, but I'd argue, looking at the picture in total, we're actually quite matched.

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

... Ya know, I know ya have da compulsion ta be right all the time. An' we've been together fo' a long time. Still naht used to it. An' I don't think I eva will.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Oh don't try to pin this on me now, just because you've still got so much toxic masculinity within yourself that you don't want to admit that I'm right. For crying out loud, you still refuse to call yourself gay or bi to this day.

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Fuck's sake, Eddie, we've had dis argument a gazillion times befo'.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Don't you "Eddie" me! Being romantically and sexually involved with a man, even if it's "just one man" still makes you gay, Jon! And if you're also into women, that makes you bi! Or pan, or whatever more orientations are out there nowadays.

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Fuckin' 'ell, if we weren't a thing, I'd only be interested in women. Nah that makes me straight, don't it?

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

But oh! There's something incredibly trivial you're forgetting here. News flash: we ARE a thing, Jon! And there's NO shame in admitting you enjoy getting fucked in the ass, just as much as I do. Oh, and your claim that I'm the only man you're interested in? - bull-fucking-shit. If you were given the opportunity to have the absolute SHIT railed out of you by Sinestro RIGHT this second for as long and often as you wanted, TELL ME me RIGHT NOW to my FACE you wouldn't take it!

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

...

...

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Well??

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

I hate'chu so much sometimes.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Didn't answer my question, Jooon.

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Hhhhh, yes. ...Yes I'd fuckin' take it.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

See? That wasn't so hard, now, was it?

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Still fuckin' hate you.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Naaaw, is my pumpkin pie upset? Tell you what, I'll service you tonight, alright? You can play pillow princess and I'll do it just the way you like it. My treat.

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

... As often as I want?

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Until my back hurts, my knees ache and I pass out from exhaustion next to you.

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

... Aight.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Will thou ever forgive me for all this torment I've brought upon thee, my love?

Jonathan Crane | The Scarecrow

Heheheh, depends how many rounds ya can last.

Edward Nygma | The Riddler

Aaaaah! Are you hearing this, anon? The pure audacity. First he's being a jerk, then he's a cheeky bastard. Unbelievable.

[slobber-teeth]

hi!!! your art amazes me. I wanted to ask, is your scarecrow design just a design or a developed OC? I would love to know more about the story if there is one! :)

HI THERE YOU'VE ACTIVATED MY TRAP CARD <3 you are very sweet for saying so!!

yes he is an oc!! or like, as much of an 'original character' as he can be, having been based off of the comics (mostly scarecrow: year one!!), but i've given him so much more lore and attention than dc has in years, so. y'know. mine now <3 i've been working on his story for abouutt a decade now?

MASSIVE loredump under the cut that i've copypasted from my still unfinished toyhouse page for him, alongside some gifted/traded/commissioned artwork of him!! cw: slavery, antiblack racism, child abuse, drug abuse, harm to children

artwork by @ emeraldfox11 !! (i love u emmyyyyy)

Jonathan Keeny Crane was born to a seventeen year-old Karen Keeny, daughter of the wealthy Keeny family, and Gerald Crane, a slave working on the Keeny’s plantation, in Arlen, Georgia. She abandoned Jon with her mother (Marion Keeny) and grandmother (Mary Keeny) before skipping town to seek a new life elsewhere. Gerald was drafted in the Vietnam War shortly after Jon was born, and died in the line of service. Jon shouldered a lot of hate from his grandmother and great-grandmother, who took their anger with Karen out on him from the day he was born. Great Granny Keeny was a bitter widow who abused everyone around her, most of all Jon for the circumstance of his conception, and held lofty standards for Jon despite believing he would never accomplish her idealized version of him. When Marion had finally had enough of Mary’s abuse she also fled the state, and Great Granny Keeny’s malice narrowed down to the only member of her family left, Jon.

Due to his upbringing, Jon developed a passion for psychology, specifically the psychology of fear and child psychology. In his mind he considered fear to be the root of all psychological ailments, and figured that if he could conquer fear, he would be able to help himself– and more importantly to him, other children who had gone through experiences similar to his. He had in some form already decided by the age of fourteen that he was a lost cause; that the damage that had been done to him was irreparable. Still, this feeling of hopelessness would be much lesser compared to what was to come.

While his childhood was terrible, adolescence brought a few good things into Jon’s life. At age fourteen he had already learned to drive the old family truck, and the freedom this granted him was a solace. He was too terrified by his Great Granny to ever defy her (which would be all too easy considering the frailty of age) but between running errands for her he would take two hour drives to the nearest city– Atlanta. There Jon developed a greater sense of self at late-night discotheques, finally able to socialize with other Black people, especially gay Black men like himself.

At age seventeen Great Granny Keeny finally bites the dust. Jon is listless, unsure what to do as he still feels the weight of her abuse on his psyche, but eventually he makes up his mind. He applies to Gotham University, writes essays for scholarships, and after days has summoned up the courage to bury his great grandmother. With her in the dirt, it’s hard to be afraid anymore– but Jon is superstitious and has nightmares for the rest of his life about her ghost. He buries the deed to the house (and the land) with her and only takes a few heirloom jewelry pieces before burning the degrading mansion down. With cash from the pawned jewelry, he takes his truck on a fourteen hour road trip to Gotham.

Jon is much more accustomed to city life. Gotham is a shit-hole, of course, but he carries the courage of knowing that he has most likely gone through the worst of his life, and nothing that might happen to him could compare to that. He studies chemistry and psychology while in University, working at the campus library in what little free time he had left after studying, and graduates magna cum laude in both his preferred subjects. After that is medical school, and with his sights now set on becoming a child psychologist, he takes a residency at Arkham Asylum’s children’s ward. It’s there he meets and bonds with a young Tommy Elliot, who was on a seventy-two hour hold after his mother admitted him on the account of the eight year-old boy refusing to eat, sleep, or clean himself because he claimed he was ‘dead.’ With therapy it’s revealed Tommy is experiencing symptoms of Cotard’s Delusion, triggered by the murder of his mob-affiliated family (his mother and him being the only two spared.) Jon also learns Tommy had been abused by his father, and his mother took no action to protect him from said abuse. Seeing himself and his traumatic childhood in Tommy, Jon works hard to not only help Tommy get better, but also put together a document requesting Tommy be placed in a foster home and his mother denied custody.

Despite the best of Jon’s efforts, Tommy is discharged and placed back in his mother’s custody. Jon feels like a failure for not being able to save the child from further abuse, as well as feeling enlightened to how poorly the government works. This failure increases Jon’s fixation on the psychology of fear, and he transfers out of the children’s ward staff to the general population of Arkham, where he begins studying and experimenting on how far fear controls the mind.

By the time Jon’s residency is done he’s concocted the idea for Fear Toxin, a liquid (and later, gaseous) drug that inspires pure terror in those injected with it. Thoughts of pursuing a career as a child psychologist are pushed aside in favor of perfecting his new drug and experimenting on himself, subjecting himself to nightmarish hallucinations just to mentally conquer the experience. He believes that injecting folks with certain mental illnesses will grant them the opportunity to conquer their ailments, too. The absurdity of this idea is lost on him between his severe depression after failing Tommy, and the hard drugs he has been abusing in order to alleviate himself from the psychological pain.

Paying for the equipment and raw chemicals to make Fear Toxin (not to mention his own recreational drug habits) takes a toll on Jon’s funds, so when Gotham U reaches out to offer him a position as professor of their psychology department, he agrees. Jon teaches for around four years while he continues his personal downward spiral. It all comes to a point when he brings a loaded gun into the classroom and fires it into the air to teach his students a thing or two about real terror. He’s promptly fired, and without tenure, Jon resorts to petty robbery in order to fund his work– thus, the Scarecrow is born. Stealing from ATMs becomes large-scale heists against pharmaceutical plants, and along the way Jon begins to use Fear Toxin to incapacitate his opponents in lieu of experimenting only on himself. Jon spends years creating different variations of Fear Toxin and torturing the public with his mad science– some blends are subtle enough that any hallucinations experienced seem completely unprompted, while others are created specifically to kill, causing so much shock to the system that victims literally die of fright.

Every variation has been personally tested by Jon, and that paired with his trauma, depression, and drug abuse results in a severe degradation of emotions. At age forty-five, Jon now suffers from alexithymia and apathy. He injects or huffs Fear Toxin almost all of the time in order to encourage his battered mind and body into function, as well as to try and coax some emotional response out of his body. What emotions he does feel, he feels weakly, and in the years to come he will have become completely immune to fear (which is no longer the great boon he had once imagined.) His morals erode alongside his mind and body to the point where he’s morally accepting of harming children, a line he formerly refused to cross. ....there is still like so much i could say about him relating to his relationships with the other rogues, his gender identity, his experiences growing up, his taste in music... feel free to ask specific questions!!

[vampiric-succulent]

OUAW EP 22 second half:

TW for a bit of gore

COMBAT TIME BABEY

I need a detailed description of how Gideon’s manacles work I Need to Know

TORBEK W MOMENT WHEN HE BECOMES GOREBEK AND MAKES AGDON ACTUALLY SCARED

HOW DID THEY DESIGN THESE CHARACTERS HOLY SHIT

Mace i like your ignition idea but aren’t you also gonna burn down the bridge you’re on??? Nope okay nvm

This guy has a 15ft long scarf. Can’t we just grab that? It’s literally trailing.

Oh fuck. Is Twig dead? No no no

love how Derek just goes “nah fuck that I cast Shield”

“These awesome guys…. And Gricko…..”

THANK GOD SOMETHING HITS HES GRAPPLED GOING DOWN

I LOVE MACE BANGING THE TABLE SO HARD THE BATTLEMAP CAMERA SHAKES

Y’all are IGNORING Twig rn. Can’t someone stabilize her????

Twig is so iconic

NOT TORBEK. THAT IS NOT TORBEK. WHO IS THIS GUY

Oh my god.

GEAR TWOOOO— Woah that’s a bisection.

MY HEART. KREMY DO NOT LET TWIG DIE.

“I don’t feel so good Mr Kremy” GAH

Hootsie is magic??? I guess that makes sense

DONT CLOSE YOUR EYES TWIG

I feel like maybe Gricko should have been able to roll a perception check when Agdon stole something from him underwater— even at disadvantage— how is Agdon seeing? Magic?

Frost could be such a good villain who uses sympathy as a weapon— “I can save you”

What is this random frog doing here? Also I bet Frost looks lowkey ridiculous trying to talk to Agdon through the swamp midfight

YES GRICKO IS GOING FOR THE SCARF wait. This could uh. Be a trap

HARE TODAY GONE TOMORROW I GOT IT

not the chuckles coming out for battle 😭

Gorebek is so fucking scary. I love this so much.

YES THEY GOT HIM HOLY FUCK

Oh fuck Torbek is gonna drown

Twig how are you just making banaña bread right now

TORBEK MY LOVE

Oh fuck vaguely Russian gourd headed scarecrow

WHAT?????? GEHENNA????????? WHAT KID CAME UP FROM THERE????????????

Holy FUCK that’s a way to end a session

PLEASE tell me more about the Gear System. Also oh my god this was such a good episode. Holy shit.

[roses-r-rosie3]

Baby I

Jason Todd x M!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Slow-burn, swearing

Summary: Jason and the reader (Katana’s younger cousin), having a frenemies relationship and they both slowly start catching feelings for each other but they don’t want to admit it to each other

Quote: “Wait- hold on- you beat me by kissing me?”

A/n: I was very inspired by Kitana from Mortal Kombat (what a coincidence)

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A lot of people knew you as “Gunsen” or (the one you hated the most) “Katana’s sidekick”. But what people didn’t know, was that you were Katana’s younger cousin. She took you in when your parents died. Of course, she taught you how to defend yourself.

After she took you in, she trained to become her sidekick, which basically meant you had to practice with 50 different weapons. And you learned all of them pretty quickly, but one weapon stood out to you, the war fans, also known as a Gunsen, which is where you got your vigilante name from. You knew how to use other weapons, but the war fans felt more natural to you.

So after years of you training with her, she decided that you were ready. She didn’t let you go out on your own at first because well… obviously why would you let a teenager out fighting people in the streets by their self? But boy, when you were in action, you were more than capable of taking care of yourself.

Katana was like the older sister you never had. The two of you would constantly take care of each others wounds when you got home, annoyed each other, and overall just took care of each other.

When Katana knew you were trustworthy enough (which took years), she let you go out on patrol on your own. You eventually moved out of her house to make a name for yourself, and she completely understood. You still kept contact with her because, one, she’s your family, and two, she was more experienced than you.

When you were finally used to going solo, you stopped going after henchmen/goons, and started to go for the actual villains of Gotham. You were not ruthless, but you weren’t known as merciful either. If you killed someone, you killed someone, if you didn’t, you didn’t. But yet, you were still the opposite of Katana, you were a bit more cockier/sassier than her.

On one certain day, you were informed that the penguin had a plan to smuggle illegal weapons to his warehouse, and you couldn’t let that happen.

That night, you snuck into the warehouse, and you listened in to the conversation with the penguin and his henchmen. Unfortunately, you couldn’t listen in for long because someone with a red helmet came bursting through the window.

You took a closer look and realized it was the vigilante, red hood. You’ve heard of him, but you didn’t really know him all too well. But what you did know, was that he had some temper problems, and that meat-head was going to ruin your plans.

Shit.

You had no choice but to go down there and help him fight the Penguin’s henchmen. As soon as you dropped down you pulled out your war-fans and started to fight, trying to make your way to Penguin.

“So are you here to stop Penguin or do I have to kill you too?” Jason asked.

“You? Kill me? Don’t make me laugh. But yes, I’m here to stop Penguin” you chuckled.

“What are you gonna do? Fan me?” Jason laughed.

You were annoyed with him at that point, so you opened your fan and sliced one of the goon’s throat.

“Now what do you think?” You smirked.

“Whatever” Jason mumbled.

After the fight was done, and the Penguin was sent to arkham asylum. You and Jason started to build a “frenemies” type of relationship, weither it be beating each other to the other’s missions. But as the rivalry grew, the more you two grew closer to each other.

It wasn’t until you had a mission to go to one scarecrow’s warehouse and stop him from releasing one of his new fear chemicals. You never took scarecrow seriously, even with all the things that Katana warned you about. I mean, he was just a normal guy at the end of the day.

When you entered the warehouse, Jason immediately landed next to you. You rolled your eyes as you looked at him.

“Hood, still copying me I see” you said as you snuck deeper into the warehouse.

“I didn’t even know you were coming here, so technically, you’re copying me” Jason smirked as he followed you.

“F-”

“Shh” Jason shushed you as he pointed at a door that was left wide open.

You both snuck into the room and the door immediately shut behind you. Jason quickly pulled out his gun and pointed it towards the door, but no one was there. You looked cautiously around the room and you noticed that there was a safe and different viles with what you assumed was scarecrows failed attempts of his new fear gas.

You walked towards the safe and tried to unlock it with all of the combinations you could think of, while Jason stood there watching the door. You tried everything you knew, and none of them were working, and you were starting to get more and more frustrated.

“Did you try 1234 yet?” Jason asked.

“What type of psychotic villain would hide their new fear gas into a vault, and make the passcode 1234? It’s can’t be that easy” you mumbled.

“Would you please just try it, I’m getting impatient” Jason said.

You just rolled your eyes as you typed in the passcode.

“I’m telling you it’s not gonna-”

The safe unlocked and you were shocked. Wow, even the joker would have been smarter than this. You could just feel Jason’s cocky little smirk.

“What did I tell you?” Jason smirked.

“Shut up ho-”

As you opened the safe, you were sprayed with a gas, and it burned. You yelled out in surprise/pain. Jason immediately turned to you and tried helping you. But when you opened your eyes, Jason’s face was all mask was cracked and destroyed and his face underneath was mangled.

You screamed out in fear and Jason tried to comfort you the best he could, but you just kept backing away from him. Jason even took off his helmet to try and comfort you. But all of a sudden the intercom blared and a voice started talking over the speaker.

“Hello there hood, I assume that you have Gunsen with you, and if things went according to plan, he opened up my safe, and got a taste of my new fear gas” Scarecrow’s voice said.

“Shit” Jason cursed under his breath.

“You might be wondering why this is my new fear toxin. Well, it works like normal, but, there’s a little kick in the end” Scarecrow laughed and then the intercom stopped.

Jason looked back at you, and you opened your fan and tried to swing at him.

“Gunsen what are you doing?!” Jason shouted.

You didn’t respond at all. You just tried to kill him. As much as Jason hated to admit it, he cared for you, and actually liked you back.

“Gunsen stop! I don’t want to hurt you!” Jason said.

When you tried attacking him with your fans again, but thankfully, Jason managed to knock both of your fans out of your hands. You growled in anger as you charged at him. Jason dodged all of your different attacks, when he saw the opportunity, he grabbed you around the waist held you in place.

He didn’t know what to do, but he could tell you were about to break away from his grip. He instinctively pushed his lips against yours. Neither you or him pulled back. It took a while for Jason to realize that you were still affected by the fear gas, so he pulled out a tranquilizer he brought (don’t ask why) and hit you with it and you passed out.

When you woke up, you were in a bed, and you felt your face.. your mask was gone! You also had a major migraine, the only thing you remembered was opening the safe and everything went black. You quickly got out of the bed, your suit was still on, but where was your mask?! You walked out of the bedroom, and you saw a guy, a very handsome guy, making breakfast.

“Where am I? And where is my mask” You asked.

“Relax, when you opened the safe you got sprayed with scarecrows fear chemical, we fought a little, but me being better than you, I beat you” the man smirked.

That’s when it hit you, that was red hood! You’ve only seen him with his mask on, and he was hot even then, but with his mask off, he looked hotter than you imagined.

“You want any breakfast?” Jason asked while having a cocky smirk on his face.

“Sure” you said.

After the both of you were done eating, you helped him clean up with the dishes. After you were done cleaning, you both sat on his couch watching his tv in silence but all of a sudden a thought popped into your head.

“How did you beat me? From what I’ve gathered, not to toot my own horn, but I’m way better at combat than you” you questioned.

Jason froze for a second. He couldn’t just tell you that he kissed you!

“I don’t know, I just beat you” Jason mumbled.

“Come on! You were just bragging about how much better than me you were! Tell me how” now it was your turn to wear a cocky smirk.

“I just beat you okay?! That’s all you need to know” Jason said.

“Come o-”

“God you need to learn how to shut up” Jason grumbled as he pulled you into a kiss.

You were shocked at first, but then you started to kiss him back.

“That’s how I beat you” Jason said as he looked into your e/c eyes.

“Wait- hold on- you beat me by kissing me?” You stuttered.

“Do you want another example or something?” Jasons smirked.

After that, you two didn’t start dating yet, but your interactions with each other started to get more flirty. So it was sort of like a friends with benefits type of relationship. It also started to become a normal thing for the two of you to go to Jason’s place after patrol and “hang out”. Hell, you two even knew each other’s secret identities.

You two would never want to admit to each other that you had feelings though. It got bad to the point where it was awkward to even talk to each other. You hated this feeling, you wanted to tell him that you liked him, I mean you two have kissed countless of times! But you still haven’t dated yet! And you couldn’t take it anymore. So after one of your regular hang outs, you finally decided to confess.

“Jay, I have something to say” you spoke up.

“I actually do to” Jason said.

“You wanna say it together?” You asked.

“Sure”

“3…”

“2…”

“1…”

“I want us to be more than just ‘friend’s with benefits’ and I’ve liked you for a while now”

“I’ve actually had a crush on you since we met”

You both sat there in silence, processing what the other just said.

“So… Are we like.. a thing now..?” Jason said awkwardly.

“I guess so” you smiled as you leaned in for a kiss.

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A/n: Sorry that I have not been posting very often :( summer is over now so I’m busier than usual, but my requests are still opened for people who want to request :)

[inland--empire]

My correct opinions on my Nightmare Mode ships

ALSO FOR PEOPLE WHO DON'T KNOW. ANAZARETH IS ELENOIS AND LILITH IS SELENNE. TO ME. I dunno she just fits better.

Yan Luo x Orcus:

HOLY SHIT THEY ADORE EACH OTHER. Orcus' whole thing is that he just fucking adores his husband I mean wife. Yan Luo also loves her purse dog I mean husband. She doesn't care what people think she loves him. They are literally Princess Cadence and Shining Armour.

Ishtar x Shub x Lilith:

Shub and Ishtar have been seeing each other for like. Ever. But they never put a label on it until they realized they both had a crush on the pretty witch lady. They are all pretty chill about the relationship, Ishtar is literally the only one big on PDA so they mostly keep the snuggling and being sweet on each other at home.

Xesbet x Drugia:

THEY DO LOVE EACH OTHER their love language is just arguing constantly. It's over stupid stuff too like whether the sky is actually blue or whether Drugia is colour blind (Xesbet is colour blind) or whatever. This is all for sillies though.

Izanami x Dagda:

Dagda knows he has scary dog privileges and Izanami knows she is the scary dog. They are a TEAM. You'll be like aww what a cute lil scarecrow guy then look up and his huge wife that can wrap your face into something incomprehensible is stand over him and that little shit will LAUGH as his wife wrecks your shit and Izanami likes that. Dagda also does all the talking because God does Izanami hate small talk.

Chaugnar x Nyogtha:

Everyone knows they are a couple but they aren't really outwardly affectionate. They seem very businesslike with each other. They are just like this, they are pretty formal. They do small things for each other, like Nyogtha will pick herbs for Chaugnar while she's out gravedigging or Chaugnar will replace the brush she uses to clean off at the end of the day with an identical, newer one so she doesn't have to get used to it again. It's the small things.

Barbatos x Anazareth:

No one knows they are dating. Like no one. Which is fine by them became they hate people prying, they just want to see each other. It's more casual than anything, there is love there but it's just. A thing.

Yog x Abducius x Zoth:

A) Abducius is the only reason Yog and Zoth even talk, they don't like each other AT ALL b) Yog puts no effort into the relationship, he's still sad he fumbled a fertility goddess c) Zoth is actually into Abducius' freakiness but it does get out of hand d) Abducius doesn't deserve a relationship

Teutates x Bryn (Nightmare Francis 2 iykyk)

Yes Bryn is just Teutates' pet definitely that is what he is doing with this doppleganger that looks nothing like the guy he is "trying" to imitate yep yes. He isn't pampering his partner and making sure Bryn is recovering from being mostly starved and injured he isn't smooching that thang he doesn't see that as a person no nope what do you mean.

Unlikely (Nightmare Clown) x Mono (Clown) x Chester x Mask Ghost

It started out with just Unlikely and Mono being like. A thing I guess? And then Chester broke into their house and never left and he just kinda lives here now. Then Mono lured Mask Ghost to play cards with Unlikely and he killed her and she has to stick around due to the curse so she's here. They're all surprisingly good partners to each other like it's just kinda chill. They aren't even dating or maybe they are idk. They all snuggle a lot. Yeah.