#arkaham

[whoevenisaylin]

The Airbnb I'm staying at had this notebook with toddler scribbles on it so I had to do some work on it as well

[fishtanyl]

ever since i found out @ihatebrainstorm rogue gallery au for tfs i had to rewatch arkaham games . brainrot has come full fucking force.

[thegreatestsandwich]

hello may i request real world reader gets sent to black panther universe she has the same ability like poison ivy and Aquaman or dream of the endless whichever power you want to give her. but instead of going to black panther universe it's an alternate universe of black panther where the characters are dark and obsessive over her. but in the end it's Namor that gets her. may i have smut as well, if you don't write smut i'll understand, sorry if this is allot.

thank you.

Darling I’m a nightmare dress like a daydream (Namor x Poison Ivy!reader)

Masterlist

Pairing: Namor x Poison Ivy!reader

Word count: 2.9k

Summary: One moment you were in Arkaham Asylumm, the next one you were in a cave, underwated, with an almost naked man threatning you.

Warning: SMUT and a really obsessed Namor with your powers

A/N: So, I think I read this request wrong...I'm so so so sorry

Coments, Reblogs and Asks are happily received! I love to read your lovely coments :)

You were carefully examining the walls that surrounded you, your hands touching the smooth yet harsh surface with intrigue. You tried your hardest to understand what was happening, just a few hours ago, you were in Arkaham Asylum, your home for some years, living the same routine day after day. The darkness surrounded you, cutting you away from photosynthesis, cutting away your life.

Your skin was pale and without life, the beautiful green that covered your skin was completely gone. You almost gave up if it wasn’t for Harley Quinn, who broke into that goddamned prison and destroy your captivity and help -dragged- you away from this hell. You couldn’t be more grateful for her. She helped you emerge from that darkness and as you fell to your knees, completely overwhelmed with the rawness that your adored babies gave you as a welcome didn’t even feel something exploded at your back.

You felt the pain and the blackness once again, but being reborn into this magnificent being, you were grateful that your body could adapt to any new situation. And when you woke up, completely confused and disoriented, you could feel the vibrations of something other that wasn’t your plants. This wasn’t your Earth. This Earth was colder and harsher. Your fingers could feel it as you dragged them across a few flowers you had found. They reacted to your touch, but it was colder. You huffed in annoyance at the insolence these plants were giving you.

 The following moments were key, you needed to figure out how to escape whatever this new hell was, to feel the sun once again, but your disappointment was clear as the only way out you manage to find was through some unknown kilometers of water.

“Ma' perteneces waye'.” A voice startled you, making you turn to the source. Your eyes became wary and the need to protect yourself and the plants that surrounded you on this cave. “Núukik, máax teech teech?”

“You speak of a language unknown to myself.” You half-smiled. Admiring how his tan skin was glowing, despite how dark it was. “And yet, I could still feel the harshness of your words.”

“You are trespassing, stranger.” He said, his shoulders tense. “Who are you.” His spear was pointing at you but you just arch your brow, not really scared of his actions.

“Strange, I had thought my name was widely known by now even after Batman stopped my spores to help Gotham.” You played with the ends of your hair, finally convincing these plants to aid you if a battle was about to happened. “But if not, Dr. (Y/N) (L/N).” You held out your hand, the stranger’s dark eyes stared at the greenish tint on them. “Better known as Poison Ivy, pleasure.” You took a step forward.

You were loving this, his body was releasing a few pheromones that made you want to touch him.

His spear raised, pointing between your eyes, you couldn’t help but grin at the audacity. “Do not step closer.” He spat.

“I gave you my name, gorgeous.” You smiled, shrugging. “You should give me yours.”

The man stared at you for a moment. “You may call me Namor.”

You frowned at the name, trying to located inside of your memories, you were sure you knew how many of those stupid Justice Leagues were out there and even the villains, you knew them, but who was he?

“Pleasure but I cannot seem to remember you from Gotham City, perhaps you are from Metropolis?”

“I do not know what those places are…how did you manage to dive to the bottom of the ocean? How did you enter?” He pressed those questions.

“I’m sorry, did you just said bottom of the ocean?” you emphasized the last word, Namor nodded wordlessly. “You are telling me that somehow I ended up here…not only on the ocean but in the bottom of it?!” Before he could get a word in, you turned around, your hands raising a little, forcing all the flowers, vines and apparently seaweed get closer to you. “Explain.” You demanded and stayed quiet as these babies told you everything you needed to know.

Namor gently put down his spear, watching you in confusion as you apparently were talking to the plants. “Do you…understand them?” He asked in amazement.  You turned around and examined him but didn’t answer his question. He stared at you before offering you his hand. You stared at it. “I apologize for the rude welcoming…We had some unpleasant visitors who threatened the safety of my people.”

“Threatened?” You questioned him. “In what way?”

Namor closed his eyes and you could see how his mouth began twitching in frustration. “The surface-dwellers are trying hard to find us, find our resources to use them with greed.”

You stared at him. Your hand softly caressing one of the flowers. “I know, they attacked your people…they told me.” You softly said. “They even destroyed a few of your plants. I can feel their pain.”

Namor took a step closer, his hand touching the same flower as you. “You are welcome to stay as long as you don’t hurt my people.”

With time you began noticing how his people became more accustom with you, some of the children even went as far as giving you a few of the plants their mothers cultivated underwater. But a part of yourself truly noticed how Namor warmed with your presence, often staying a bit with you when you ate or at night when you went to sleep.

Those actions became different when he began tracing the softness of your skin with his hands, often leaving you desired him each time.

But everything change when he came back after an expedition to the surface. He was angry and frustrated.

Your eyes watched his every move, you couldn’t help but to bit your lower lip as a few drops of water began trailing down his glorious, tanned chest. You were in heaven or well, you were practically somewhere down the fucking ocean. You didn’t care.

He was so warm beneath you, his hands molding perfectly against your tights, holding you in place but giving you the chance to do whatever you wanted to him, you smiled as you leaned down and kissed the corner of his mouth, Namor chasing yours when you didn’t give him a proper kiss. Your hands went to his hair, soft, wet, silky, perfection.

Namor sat down, his hands stroking your back until they reached your hips, moving them ‘til you were placed above his hardening cock. He could feel your arousal passing through the soft and delicate material of the dress he had given you. His hands skimmed over your hips, sliding down again towards the curve of your ass, pressing you against him once again, rolling your hips against his.

You began kissing alongside his jaw, stopping a few times to bit him gently making him grunt every time you did that, at every grunt he gave you, your cunt clenched with need. You became in love with his sounds, from the small hitches in his breath to the soft grunts and the occasional moan.

Namor’s hands quickly grabbed the bottom of your dress, tugging it upward. “My beautiful ivy.” He whispered against your breasts. “I want to see you, would you let me?”

You nodded wordlessly, quickly raising your hands, helping him take off your dress, you didn’t hesitate and his hungry gaze watched you, one of his fingers traced the softness of your skin.

“Beautiful.” He whispered, his hands gripping at your waist, flipping you easily so he could be on top, his lips traced your breast, your stomach, kissing it softly. “My beautiful, beautiful ivy, only mine.” His hands cup your breasts, sucking one of your nipples, rolling it between your lips.

“Namor…” You gasped, trying to push away the only piece of cloth that was covering him away from your eyes.

“No.” He whispered against your nipple, kissing it softly. “Call me in yakunaj.”

“In yakunak?” You moaned when he bit your nipple. “What does that mean?”

Namor chuckled as he scrambled off from you, making you groan in annoyance, trying to bring him back. He quickly stripped off his shorts, releasing his cock from its confinement, you couldn’t help but stare, it was long, thick and a few veins were pulsing from the thick base to the smooth head. You were so entranced by the sight of it that you didn’t even noticed the lopsided grin he was giving you.

He leaned forward, gripping your ankles, softly rubbing circles on them, he brought his lips to them, kissing them softly without breaking away your gaze, his lips moved towards your thighs but you didn’t stop him, anxious to know how far would he go. He nuzzled your thigh, working his way up your cunt. Your hand quickly went to his hair, as he kissed your skin. “My beautiful ivy like this?” He murmured closer to your cunt, his lips tickling it. “Would you let me taste you?”

You couldn’t help but muttered a quiet ‘dumb question’ and you felt him smile…And then he just opened his mouth on your cunt, licking your folds, slowly pushing his tongue inside you, his palms went under your hips, lifting you towards his hungry mouth, forcing your legs to spread open. He gently blow on your cunt, the cold air made you whimper. “You are making me insane.” He murmured against your clit before sucking on it.  “Sweet and only for my mouth to know.” Namor couldn’t help but groan at your taste before diving in once again like a starved man.

You closed your eyes when he began thrusting his thick fingers inside your cunt, waves of pleasure crashed over your body, specially when he sucked hard at your clit, humming with delight. You came, bucking against his mouth, he accepting it but refusing to separate from your cunt.

“In yakunaj…” You rasped breathlessly. “Too much.”

He kissed your clit one last time before making his way to your lips, you couldn’t help but moan at the taste of yourself on his mouth, his tongue fought for dominance and you let him win. He paused for a moment, his lips above yours as he muttered. “I want to do so many things with you, I want to make you cum until you beg me to fill you with my seed, until you beg me to never stop.”

You swallowed. “Yeah? You promise?”

Namor grinned. “I swear it on my name.” His hand positioned his cock at your entrance and with a swift motion, he was inside of you. He force himself to go slow, to enjoy it, to enjoy you. Your eyes were close, your teeth biting your lips, the most beautiful blush covering your face. But fuck, you were tight, so fucking tight as he began thrusting. Each stroke was breaking his concentration but then he was finally and completely inside you, his balls rubbing against you. Your cunt squeezing his length greedily. He loved it.

He held himself above you so he could indulge on your expressions, to watch you respond at his thrust, to greedily see how his cock thrusted inside of your body.

“My ivy.” He groaned, kneeling and forcing your hips over his thighs. “You are swallowing me so beautifully, your cunt is not letting me leave, so greedy for my seed that its squeezing me so perfectly.” He slowed down, rolling his hips. His hand grabbed yours and guide it towards where both of you were joined. “Feel it, feel how greedy your cunt is for me.”

You moaned, God, how can he be so dirty? “In yakunakj, yes…yes.”

Your walls began contracting around him, you back arched and force your hips higher, trying to take him deeper. His control finally snapped. Namor began pounding into you and you couldn’t help but clench your thighs around his hips as you came, but he didn’t stop, he continued and the sound of skin slapping made him almost completely mad.

“So good.” He threw his head back, his teeth baring as he kept pounding into you. “You squeeze me so perfectly, but is not enough, you can give me another one.”

He pulled you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and you cling against him as he began thrusting upwards, the hot friction made you clench around him quickly and he groaned, moving even faster with urgency, like his life depended on making you cum as much as he could. You clung tighter to him and he bit you, his teeth latching on your shoulder, marking you as his. Pleasure shattered you as you felt him swell inside, his hot cum filling you, your cunt milking every drop greedily.

Namor sank against you, squishing you but you didn’t complained. After a few moments he gently slid of your cunt, you couldn’t help but wince at the loss of it. He rolled to the side, his hands tugging you so you could laid on his chest.

You finally noticed how a few vines were covering most of his things but you didn’t care at the moment as his fingers began pushing back his cum inside of your body.

“I will burn the world with you.” You whispered against his chest, trying your hardest not to trembled with how his finger was moving inside of you. “If you accept me.”

Namor kissed your temple without saying anything, but you could safely say he wanted it, but at the moment, he let you rest. In his mind, already planning new ways to make you cum before planning anything against the surface-dwellers.

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Where does the riddler even get that outfit with all the question marks on it? Did he have the whole outfit custom made? Did he just have it customized to have the embellishments? Did he do it himself? Is his CANE custom made? Inquiring minds DEMAND TO know.

"Custom-Made" Riddler Party Ask

Jokes on you, I know who this is from, and I'm going to make you listen to me talk about all of them and their outfits. Also pardon there will be a fair amount of photos.

Gonna include Gotham, 60s, Telltale on a reblog.

General

Hi I have no pictures for general but I wanted to say my personal interpretation absolutely has his shit custom made. There's a real good amount of it that he has made by Jervis (Mad Hatter) because Edward knows his friend genuinely does good work. Plus if no one is going to judge his weird requests...

Capullo/Zero Year

I actually took a picture of the issue 21 script in the back of my Zero Year comic. This explains multiple things about him outside of story such as: "He admits to wearing green because in nature, it attracts the female eye." That's it buddy that's the kicker.

His whole look, the costume... it's all a peacock showing its feathers. It's why his suit is one of the brighter greens of all the riddlers (also note matching his eyes. I would say that's intentional.)

He absolutely had this shit custom made. It's way too matching to his eyes, he even says himself it was expensive- The cane is up for debate but I don't remember him using it for any devices, so I'd say custom made by someone else as well.

BTAS

Okay so for a fact I know he made this cane himself because it has buttons he presses that activates devices in the show. Was it a cane he made completely from scratch or did he hollow out one he found? Unsure. At minimum he made heavy modifications.

I think you could argue either way that he either genuinely found a lot of his outfit himself OR had it made. One thing that was custom if nothing else is that tie. Make sure it matched the gloves and mask.

Arkham Games

So it depends. The Riddler goes through a very gradual clothing and design change throughout the games. We go from very well kept to grease monkey within the three games. We never physically see Riddler in Arkaham Asylum so we only have the picture to go off of. (Not counting origins because he's literally in plains clothes.)

In the first game, Arkham Asylum, everything is glitz and pretty high fashion- I think it's safe to say this is the high point of his criminal career so he can afford some really nice custom digs. More of a headcanon, but I'd like to say he asks Jervis (Mad Hatter) to do some of his tailoring. The cane here I'd say is also custom.

The middle, Akrham City, is where we start seeing the shift between high end to grease. Still a really nice suit and shit is definitely custom. He starts using the bulkier metal question mark cane here and I'm gonna say he made that himself. The question mark tie clip is definitely reminiscent to the first. This look also made an appearance in the comics:

You can see that the outfit is fairly normal work clothing besides his green goggles. At this point he is at the full point of his obsessions and being straight up unkempt. He is hand painting everything himself. As far as we know, expensive custom-made outfits are a thing of the past.

Batman 2022

This is all from the army surplus store. Online sales. Estate sales. Wherever he could find and put the right outfit together. He's going to war with the world.

His outfit is the darkest which... makes sense because he's the one hiding in the dark. Taking advantage of it. Painting his symbol to make the outfit truly his.

[dccomicsnews]

Long-time Joker voice actor Mark Hamill revealed that he felt the Arkaham video games opened up a "whole-new" Joker. On X (formerly Twitter), Hamill briefly talked about how the video games allowed him to be a different version of the Clown Prince of Crime. The games were not bound by the television censors or Standards and Practices Department. It felt more mature and gritty take on the character that he already spent decades voicing up until that point. 12 years & a day ago today. Freed from the constraints of television's Standards & Practices Dept. (TV censors) & aimed at a more mature audience, the Arkham trilogy was dark, gritty & extremely violent. This was a whole new Joker for me. 🦇vs 🃏 https://t.co/bn2GXuDxQ3 — Mark Hamill (@MarkHamill) October 19, 2023 'Arkham's Effect on Mark Hamill This comes on the 12th anniversary of Batman: Arkham City- allegedly one of the best superhero games ever. City and its predecessor Arkham Asylum took the Batman source material and elevated for a wider audience. It also featured the Joker in some of his most grotesque depictions- particularly in Arkham City. In that game, Joker was dying being exposed to too much Venom toxin from the previous game. In the end, Joker surprisingly actually died due to being so consumed with hurting Batman, that he neglected to take the cure to save him.   Rocksteady's follow-up, Arkham Knight took to Joker to new lengths again despite being dead. He purely existed as a metal hallucination of Batman- who was infected with Joker's blood. This version of the Joker was even more violent and horrific. This culminated to a flashback sequence where players saw in vivid, graphic detail Joker torturing and shooting Jason Todd point-blank in the head. The violence and subject material was so gruesome that it earned Arkham Knight a Mature rating.   Since then, Mark Hamill has been able to depict Joker in more intense, adult situations. Most recently, he and Kevin Conroy starred in the mature Batman: The Killing Joke animated feature where it showed a much more adult take on the characters- even more so than its graphic novel source material. However, the Arkham trilogy of video games certainly opened the doors to Hamill's more adult version of the character. Source: X.com All images maybe subject to copyright.

[fantasticdelusionheart]

Quando Alfred disse que você e Jason Todd desempenhavam um papel de Romeu e Julieta, ele não imaginava o quão semelhante a história vocês seriam.

Seu relacionamento com o, até então, Robin começou depois de uma fuga de Arkaham, onde Alerquina chamou uma ajuda inesperada para a festa.

___ Quinzel era o seu nome, a filha da Alerquina. Conhecida no mundo do crime como Puppet.

A filha do Coringa.

Foi quando o seu relacionamento com Jason começou.

Talvez tenha sido ali o seu erro.

Se apaixonar pelo belo Capuleto.

Vocês se enfrentaram algumas vezes mais antes de Alerquina ser presa novamente e Coringa desaparecer.

E então, Batman se viu na obrigação de recebê-la em suas asas.

Foi quando o amor brotou.

Antes eram rivais poderosos, treinavam dias e dias, apenas para em um determinado momento se enfrentarem e no fim, ficarem empatados, começando então a treinar novamente.

Quando começou a escola, vocês eram loucos dos estudos, buscando as notas mais perfeitas, você sempre ganhava, mesmo odiando todo o processo estudantil de chegar até ali.

Mas quando se tratava de livros, Jason brilhava.

E foi seu encanto pelos livros que começou a fazer você se apaixonar.

Quando menos percebeu, toques e abraços demorados começaram a fazer parte da rotina de vocês, flertes deixados no ar enquanto vocês lutavam, ele fazendo os criminosos se curvarem diante de você e sua nova persona de Gaio Azul.

Graças ao amor um do outro, vocês foram capazes de evoluir como nunca.

Mas também, foi graças a esse amor que os olhos do coringa brilharam em crueldade para vocês.

Sua sede insaciável de chamar a atenção do Batman e se vingar profundamente de sua palhacinha princesa do crime foi tão sedenta, que foi impossível para-lo.

Quando Jason desapareceu naquele dia, deixando apenas uma nota, foi o suficiente para você entender que tudo jamais seria o mesmo.

Nem mesmo Bruce foi capaz de te segurar quando você roubou uma de suas motos e saiu em disparada pelas ruas invernais de Gotham, derrapando pela neve enquanto sua capa azul do uniforme tremulava violentamente a suas costas.

Você sentia tanta raiva enquanto apertava o acelerador, voando pelas ruas, como Jason poderia ter sido tão estúpido em acreditar nas palavras de Coringa? Era óbvio que tudo era uma tremenda mentira.

Mas logo a raiva foi substituída por medo quando um boneco de Robin foi avistado por si, este que estava enforcado em um poste, com uma caixa de som na boca, ecoando a risada de seu pai.

Distraída, você acabou derrapando e caindo com a moto, essa que bolou para longe enquanto você tentava ficar de pé.

Foi quando você se levantou e pôde perceber uma escrita esgarranchada no peito do boneco.

"Espero que aprecie a vista, bonequinha."

E então, você percebeu o armazém e sua mente deu um estralo.

Era ali que Jason estava.

Mas você não teve tempo de reagir, em um segundo o armazém estava ali, e então, em um piscar de olhos, ele estava indo aos ares.

O grito que ecoou pelas ruas foi estrondoso e embebido de puro ódio e dor, esse que fez os moradores se encolherem e arrepiarem.

Quando você pegou a moto e dirigiu de na direção do armazém, você não esperava ver Bruce ali, ajoelhando no fogo.

Mas bastou vê-lo com o corpo de Jason nos braços que você despencou.

Depois daquele dia, nada foi o mesmo.

Você foi atormentada dia após dia com a imagem de Jason morto nos braços de Bruce, as risadas do Coringa foram a trilha sonora de seus pesadelos e a culpa de ter os arrastado para a bagunça que você era foi demais para suportar.

Um ano tinha se passado desde a morte de Jason, e foi no dia do aniversário de morte dele que a história voltou a continuar.

Naquela noite, novamente, você se despediu de Bruce, depois da partida de Jason foi impossível para você usar seu manto sem seu fiel companheiro de galho, não existia Gaio Azul sem Robin, e não existia você sem Jason.

Bruce nem desconfiou de suas ações antes de partir, não desconfiou do seu abraço apertado e demorado, do seu beijo de despedida no rosto ou do quase nunca pronunciado "Eu te amo".

Mas ele devia ter desconfiado.

Alfred também não desconfiou de suas ações naquela noite, era comum para ele ver você vulnerável e necessitada de carinho e compreensão, então para ele, ser abraçado e beijado não foi uma surpresa.

Mas ele queria que tivesse sido.

Naquela madrugada, após uma noite tranquila, quando Bruce retornou para casa, ele não esperava encontrar o que encontrou.

Não te encontrar em seu quarto era comum, então ele não se preocupou muito antes de andar lentamente para o quarto de Jason, lugar onde você passava boa parte do dia.

Foi quando ele abriu a porta que os pesadelos de Bruce ganharam um novo cenário.

Ele não esperava te ver ali, na cama de Jason, vestida com as roupas dele, abraçada ao primeiro livro que ele deu a você, pálida.

Com os pulsos mutilados.

No dia de seu enterro, onde foi enterrada ao lado do túmulo de Jason, Bruce abriu sua carta de suicídio.

"Bruce. Alfred. Dick.

Principalemte você Bruce, oi.

Eu sei que será o primeiro a ter coragem de ler isso, então eu lhe dou meus amados cumprimentos.

Você deve estar chocado, sinto muito, eu não queria que nada disso realmente acontecesse, eu não queria que fosse você a me encontrar.

Sim, eu sempre soube que seria você, você sempre é o primeiro a me encontrar.

Me desculpe.

Mas eu estava tão cansada.

Cansada de ter tudo tirado de mim, cansada de tudo o que aconteceu ter sido minha culpa.

Eu devia ter ido embora a muitos anos, eu sabia que não devia ter confiado apenas em você, eu devia ter suspeitado que Coringa nunca me deixaria em paz.

Mas eu amava tanto vocês.

Dick, você foi um irmão mais velho muito divertido, obrigada por tudo o que fez por mim, pelos sorvetes e conselhos, mesmo sabendo que você estava desconfiado de mim e distante, você ainda me deu um voto de confiança.

Eu amei você de verdade, eu acredito que você será maravilhoso em seu caminho, que logo sairá permanentemente da sombra do B e brilhará como o sol na escuridão.

Afinal, você é o menino maravilha, o garoto prodígio.

Tenha fé, meu irmão amado.

Alfred.

Me perdoe. Você foi um grande amigo, alguém que guardarei para sempre no meu coração, uma pessoa que vou amar eternamente.

Eu te amo, Obrigada por cada coisa que me fez, eu nunca serei capaz de expressar minha gratidão e meu amor por você.

Espero que permaneça saudável e feliz.

Eu te amo.

E Bruce.

Não se culpe.

Eu fui a única culpada.

Foi tudo minha culpa.

Você não foi nada além de perfeito.

Você foi o pai que eu nunca tive, o amigo que sempre desejei, o cavaleiro de armadura, que eu sempre implorei para me salvar.

Você me deu uma oportunidade, confiou em mim e mostro que eu podia ser salva.

Eu aproveitei cada segundo.

Muito obrigada.

Eu nem posso descrever tudo o que sinto, mas o principal é...

Eu te amo, pai.

Eu te amo.

E me perdoe.

Eu não consigo viver sabendo que foi tudo por minha causa.

Eu não consigo viver sem o Jay.

Não consigo viver sem minha Julieta."

Com lágrimas nos olhos, Bruce fechou o livro Romeu e Julieta novamente, este que escondia sua carta entre as páginas sujas de sangue.

Você era realmente o Romeu.

O filho dos inimigos da família, que se apaixonou pela filha da família Capuleto.

Ah, como ele queria que as coincidências findassem ali.

Mas não, pouco tempo depois, lá estava Julieta, vendo seu amado realmente morto, este que não aguentou viver em um mundo sem sua amada.

Lá estava Jason, ajoelhado e abraçado ao seu túmulo, completamente desolado.

Mas infelizmente, para aquela Capuleto, a morte demoraria muito para unir o jovem casal novamente.

[barbiegirldream]

Ooh is Gotham Knights any good? I was thinking of getting it on sale but I've seen people say it's kinda bad

it's pretty good imo. the people who think it's bad are either weird incel batman fans who hate his kids. Or they're arkaham knight stans and think any batman game but that one shouldn't exist

[booktiger13]

Dr. Jonathan Crane

- Recent PhD grad

- immediately employed into Arkaham Asylum

- Obsessive Compulsive Disorder [harm/ perfectionism]

- schizophrenic

- Psychologist

- Biochemical scientist

- A combination of stress and pressure in a new environment, as well as Dr. Hugo Strange being Dr. Strange led to the symptoms of his OCD and Schizophrenia to worsen dramatically

- An extreme mental breakdown, after months of mental deterioration led to Jonathan adopting the name Scarecrow

- Fear venom/ gas induces intense paranoia and hallucinations, using skilled emotional and psychological manipulation he can twist/ influence what his victims experience ender the influence [why someone who love snakes would suddenly be terrified], most of his gasses are slow acting and can take several days/ hours for symptoms to show, as well as wear off, even with an antidote.

- uses a pitchfork as a weapon

- insists on using his title 'Dr.', will become violent/ agitated if addressed without his title. [Dr. Crane, Dr. Scarecrow, Dr. Of Fear]

- His original costume included Dr Hugo Strange's lab coat, which he took after attacking him, later on it is just a Grey old timey lab coat without AA logo on it, or Dr. Strangest name.

[loneheir]

“don’t look at me like that.”

there's the acidic burn in air , the promise of snow as temperatures dip for gotham city. the batman looks over at the other , the ground littered with those who had been collateral in their defense. heart beating fast the adrenaline that he had so badly needed for such a deed. ❛ hey , ... wasn't sure you could keep up ❜ the threading of humor for such a night. they had been outnumbered assassin's at every turn , and the batman can feel his grip upon his own mask slip slightly. there's always the sting of injuries that have not quite healed , the rush of such injuries temporarily have him extend a hand , and his gloved fingers curl around a fire escape that hangs.

the want to not appear weak , the need to ensure for HIMSELF that he was okay to carry on. ❛ though i can always count on you ❜ grey eyes look over at the other , his frame adjusting ever so as his back straightens and shadows elongate frame. grey eyes rimmed in charcoal black there's something that lingers beneath gaze ; vulnerability ? the awareness that the other had indeed seen him weakened.

❛ they're gonna wake up soon ❜ the batman then allows gloved fingertips to leave fire escape as he bends down , with great effort. and his fingers reach for the masks that cover those who are unconscious , ❛ i won't be able to make a proper ID but , we'll get somewhere ... ❜ his head falling gently to the right as the faces one of the assassin's remind him so much of faces that he's seen smiling into the camera of an archived photo. a photo that had been found within the journals of jeremiah arkaham ... the past , it's always there staring back at him. the batman is quick to remember self , and he shares his observations with the other.

❛ whoever sent them our way knew exactly what they were doing .... i doubt they have any real identification - no fingerprints no true marks of DNA ❜

the batman looks up at the other , ❛ this kind of technology has been whispered about , but i've yet to see it ... just when gotham couldn't get worse , i have a hunch you know more about this then i do , am i right ? ❜

[redrobinrpg]

O palhaço mirim não se demorou muito para colocar o terror nas ruas de Gotham, roubando, ferindo e vandalizando a cidade, mas o que levou mesmo ele a aparecer nos jornais locais, foi o ataque que fez ao cinema.

Em uma tentativa de chamar a atenção de seu pai, ele infecta uma sala inteira de cinema com uma variação do gás do riso que faz todos se tornarem violentos e começarem a se agredir. Enquanto observava tudo da sala de projeção, ele era surpreendido pelo Robin, Damian Wayne, Spoiler e o namorado de Timothy.

Uma pequena luta ocorre entre os três, mas após ter fortes dores de cabeça e ouvir a voz de Tim na sua mente tentando retomar o controle, ele foge dali.

"Você não fará mal a eles."

— CALA A BOCA SEU MERDINHA!

Sem saber a quem recorrer o jovem vai até sua mãe pensando que ela o ajudaria a encontrar seu pai, mas depois de ajudar ela em uma missão e perceber que ela estava do lado dos morcegos se sentiu traído, mas agora sabia onde seu pai estava, estava preso no Arkaham. Tudo que precisava fazer era invadir o local e recuperar seu pai novamente.

"Você nunca vai conseguir, eu não irei permitir."

A voz de Timothy ecoava na cabeça do palhaço o perturbando mais ainda e após bolar seu plano para invadir o Arkaham é parado no caminho pelo próprio Batman. Sem hesitar, o garoto ataca o morcego, mas a dor de cabeça aumenta e flashbacks da memória de Tim vem em sua cabeça, quando retoma a consciência, percebe que estava preso em uma cadeira na BatCaverna.

Tenta se soltar em vão, grita e ofende o mais velho sem parar, sabendo o que estava por vim.

— EU VOU VOLTAR, VOCÊS NUNCA VÃO SE LIVRAR DE MIM, EU VOU MATAR TODOS VOCÊS!

Então o morcego injeta um antídoto de cor azul no pescoço do garoto e quando o mesmo acorda, j�� não era mais o palhaço e sim Tim e dessa vez, somente ele.

— Pa-pai...

O garoto chama por seu pai adotivo e seus olhos se enchem de lágrimas ao lembrar das maldades que o Joker Jr. cometeu.

[nia-rarita]

I need an Ephimeral Rift RP or something where fan can interact like we are in Arkaham sanitarium or something

[whoevenisaylin]

Last doodles on the Airbnb notebook before I leave tomorrow :)

[dr-pamela-isley]

I wouldn’t go that far, how about you just stay out of Arkaham after this and plant a (native) tree

[local-roro]

Poison Ivy

Ivy’s height depends on how well she taken well of herself. 

An example is that when she’s out of Gotham and has access to unlimited water and sun light she’s stands at around 6′5, 6′6 but when she’s stuck in Arkham and doesn't have these things her height goes to around 4′11, 4′10. 

It also effects her hair, outside of Arkham her hair is vibrant and red but it in Arkham it’s the colour of rust.       

[joseizquierdophotography]

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[linaisbluepancake]

Gotham’s local plant lady looks good in swimwear