#batman villains

[duchess-of-dilemma]

Humans really went yeah stick a straw in that tree and eat the stuff that comes out

[redbread-design]

Evil yaoi 👹

Commission here!

[tremendouscreationperson]

I just think he's neat

I don't know where my sudden obsession with him came from but...

[totallytracted]

bruce should be relieved that tim doesn’t want to pursue higher education in a university setting.

do you really want to the next addition to your rogue gallery to also be your next of kin, mr. wayne?

[unrestrained-balderdash-art-blog]

From 07/10/2024

Obsessive Compulsive Disorder

[d3athmaskd1v1n3]

Hello, welcome to the Yandere side of fanfic! I have seen your first fanfic, and it is good! Can you write another one with Dr.Crane as a psychology professor who takes an interest in his quiet student and decides to kidnap her one day because he feels he is the only one who truly knows her?

Case studies

Johnathan Crane x Fem!reader

(Squueeeee! My first request! I hope you like it. I took a few creative liberties with it, I hope you don't mind. I got to writing as soon as I got the request.) (TW! Kidnapping and inappropriate student/teacher dynamics)

She was a good student, but she was… spacey. One could call her meek, odd, quiet, like she'd shatter and break at any moment. She had the demeanour of a prey animal.

She would often space out during lectures, lost in her daydreams. Because of this, she often asked her professors to repeat themselves. As you could imagine, plenty of professors found (Y/N) annoying, but Professor Crane was different. He took his status as an educator very seriously, and almost seemed delighted to help (Y/N).

The small chats they had after class, the emails she’d send to him to inform him she was late, the questions she’d ask during lectures, it all painted the image not of a dimwitted girl, but of one who was clearly intelligent yet far too…

Fearful.

It was elementary to deduce that was the source of his obsession. Fear was his domain. It's what his research was built on. To see somebody who's natural state of being seemed to be that of trepidation was like dangling a piece of meat in front of a hungry dog.

“I'm sorry for asking too many questions during class today, sir.” she said one day after an especially lengthy lecture. “I didn't mean to drag it on like that. I know I must have ticked off the other students.”

“It's quite alright, Ms. (L/N). In fact, I was glad to see you speak up more.” he smiles as he reassures her. He isn't the most handsome man, being rather tall, gaunt and gangly, but his words and his smile filled her with a warm, comforting feeling.

“You did?”

“Of course! It makes me happy to see young people who are so eager to learn.” he paused for a moment, the gears in his head turning.

“You know, I find it interesting how quiet you are. You're an intelligent young woman, yet you go about your day constantly worrying about the thoughts and feelings of others. Tell me, Ms. (L/N), why is that?”

That question made (Y/N) falter for a minute. It came out of left field.

“To be honest, I don't know. I’ve always been like this, I guess.” she answered.

“Most people don't know why they do the things they do, or act the way they act. They simply believe it's in their nature. I disagree, however. People tend to learn unconscious lessons in their childhood that carries into how they behave in adulthood.” Crane explains.

“Yes, yes, I know. We’ve covered this in class, remember?”

“Of course I do, Ms. (L/N). I'm merely thinking out loud, you see.”

“You're wondering what happened in my childhood that taught me to be so flighty?” (Y/N) asked. This made Crane let out a soft chuckle.

“Always quick to follow, aren't you? I like that about you.”

“So what is your guess?”

Crane liked how bold she’d become when they spoke one on one. Seeing her come out of her shell made him feel prideful.

“You were bullied and your teachers didn't do anything about it. Because of this, you learned to keep your head down and not to complain when things go badly for you.” Crane replied with confidence. “You learned that other people are out to get you. That anyone can be a potential bully. Those who aren't bullies are enablers, and enablers are always those who have authority, like your teachers.”

“That's pretty specific. Suspiciously specific.”

“Did I get it right?”

(Y/N) took a deep breath before nodding. It was eerie how spot on he was.

“I'm a psychologist. I know how these things work. I also get the feeling you have had your brain picked before. Have you ever gone to see a psychiatrist?”

Again, he’s spot on.

“Yeah… I’ve been to my fair share of psychiatrists.”

“I thought so. You have a unique mind. It's a shame people dismiss you.”

She couldn't lie, hearing him say that makes her feel happy.

With that, she quickly and politely said her goodbyes and left the lecture hall. Crane lingered there for a while, still thinking, analysing and dissecting everything about (Y/N).

As she got off the city bus and made her way home, (Y/N) felt the November chill hit her skin. It was dark out.

Damn these late classes. She thought to herself.

She didn't hear the footsteps behind her.

With one swift motion, her assailant grabbed her, putting a cloth over her mouth and nose.

She thrashed about, trying desperately to shake her attacker off of her.

“Deep breaths, Ms. (L/N), take deep breaths.” a familiar voice rings out in the night. Is that…?

Before she can finish that thought, the world around her fades away.

When she awoke, the first thing she noticed was the smell of food wafting in from another room. Then, she looked around. It appeared like she was in a guest bedroom. The bed was covered with warm quilt blankets, and the room was nicely yet sparsely decorated. It would have been rather cozy if she knew where the hell she was.

The next thing she noticed was the fact her hands were tied. Shit. She can't do much without the use of her hands. She can't even grasp the doorknob.

She felt panic start to set in. Just what the hell is going on?

The door to the small guest room opened, and Jonathan Crane entered with a plate of eggs and bacon.

“I knew you'd be hungry when you woke up. You slept through dinner last night.”

Last night? So it must be the morning, then.

“I can't eat without the use of my hands.” (Y/N) said. Despite the panic she felt, she had to be smart. There's no use in putting up a fuss if it could get her in trouble.

“Right you are. I didn't want you sneaking off while I wasn't in the room to watch you. You sleep very soundly, you know?”

He set the plate on the bedside table, then untied her hands.

“Now, I know you must be very alarmed, but do not fret, my dear. I’m not going to harm you like my other students.”

“Huh?!” she couldn't even hide your shock at what he just said.

“Oh, surely you've noticed a few of your peers missing from class as the semester went on.”

“I-I just assumed they dropped the class.” she stammered a bit.

“No, no… I merely needed some test subjects for my research. I can't study fear without scaring the living hell out of people, now can I?” he let out a laugh like he just told an innocent joke.

“But don't worry, dear (Y/N). I don't see the use in subjecting you to such a thing.” he watched as she picked up the plate of food and slowly begin to eat. She didn't even feel like eating after hearing your professor just admit to torturing people, but she was hungry.

“Do you like it? I hope you enjoy scrambled eggs. If not, I’ll make sure to make them differently next time.”

“Why aren't you going to torture me?” she asked, setting the plate back down on the table.

“Why? I have much more interesting things to learn from you than how you’d respond to fear. After all, you're always such an anxious mess, aren't you, dearest?” he responded with honey in his words, as if he was talking to his beloved and not his student. “No… I want to know about the rest of you. I want to know the sides of you that even you don't know about. The parts of you that are buried beneath that fear.”

He lifted a hand up to her face, cupping it gently. She looked into his eyes. His eyes were full of warmth, but that did nothing to comfort her at all.

“(Y/N), it's alright. I’ll take care of you��

As long as you let me study you.”

[alexblack1306]

My Eddie is showing more and more of himself^^

[yandere-wishes]

This us the cutest thing ever!!!

How would the rouges (like BM, TF, Penguin, Scarecrow) feel about an S/O who loves plushies, and, owns a GIGANTIC plush of a mascot character they like (Sanrio) and sleeps with it in bed when the rouges are busy late night doing crime?

Bonus: If they had a plush made in their own image later on, like imagine a tiny Scarecrow or Black Mask plush 😭😭, and, sleeps with it in bed when they're out instead

Black Mask: if the gigantic plushie stayed out of his sight, he could live with it. What he couldn't deal with was the life size plushie of himself you were cuddling in bed with when he got home from the club. At first he freaked thinking it was another man in his bed until he turned on the light...and promptly wished he found another man in his bed when he realised what you were cuddling. "Darling I'm going to have to ask who made that for you so that I can kill them." You didn't give away anything and Roman was too tired for now and would drop it until the morning. "Well get it off the bed, I'm here now." Roman stripped and got into bed thinking you'd comply only to find you still cuddling the plushie of him. "Come on, you have the real thing!"

Scarecrow: Jonathan stared at the gigantic stuffed toy on the bed and said ine sentence. "And where are we going to sleep?" It's very difficult to surprise him, and seemingly, he wasn't phased by it. Although in the end didnt let you keep it saying it was completely ridiculous to keep thar in any home and made you get rid of it. However, when he came home to you hugging a plushie of himself- you seemed to actually catch him off guard. "What on earth? How did you even get that?" Jonathan was bewildered at how you were spooning the plushie of himself. It didn't help when you gave a vague answer of "I have my ways." Then you justified it because "He wasn't home much."

Penguin: He had came home late from the Iceberg Lounge when he found you curled up in bed with a tiny plushie version of him. "...I knew this day would come." Oswald sighed rather amused but at the same time a little disturbed. "Sweetheart, remember when i said having that gigantic chipmunk taking half of my bed was too much? This is worse. Don't get me wrong, your taste is excellent but this is too much."

Two-Face: Harvey practically forced his alter into silence so Harv' wouldn't lose his shit at the giant plushie but eventually Harv' won, insisting it wasnt staying which the two later regretted when they saw you now had a plushie of them. "You know I always asked myself when I'd draw the line but here it is. This is where I draw the line." Harvey nodded to himself. "What the hell?" After a moment Harv' spoke. "Good thing there are two of us...we're gonna need the advantage in numbers with this one."

[solongandgoodnightxoxo]

*a mysterious black and white clown falls from a portal(idiot, sorry)*

Gh...what the fuck. Oh- SHIT

*He quickly morphed into a more human looking form*

Uh....hii-?

-J

he jumped back and slammed the spell book he was studying down on Jules head immediately

ARE YOU A JOKER GOON? OUT! OUT NOW!

I don't take kindly to clowns!

[murder-of-one]

Jonathan Crane Headconnon (Part: 1)

By, MissPhobia (Murder-Of-One)

“Birthday, yet again.”

The old grandfather clock chimed eleven at night from the dark dusty hall upstairs, ringing low and somber all of eleven times then resuming its loud constant ticking. The smell of fresh baked pumpkin pie wafting down from the kitchen. The night was quiet and cold as it always was this time of year. At least it beat living within Gotham City limits, no guns and car alarms going off anymore since Jonathan took over the old abandoned home last year. 30 minute drive to Arkham- work, and 45 minutes into the heart of the city.

The empty syringes lie in front of him in a neat new box, crisp white in contrast to the dark oak desk beneath it as he worked injecting the precise measurement of toxin into each of the syringes, hands aching at the joins, cold and tired from use. The basement was fitting for him, cold, dark, uninviting as he was. Maybe that was why he always spent his birthdays alone. Then again there never was much cause for celebration. Granny certainly didn’t think so. He could hear her harsh old southern voice still, “Only selfish brats and those who can’t see God’s grace celebrate themselves over the Lord.” She would say with an added loud thwack of her ruler on the top of his head for good measure.

“Another year gone by, still so much work to do.” He spoke to himself, even he was surprised by the scratch of his throat, dry from no use that day other than one cup of coffee that morning and approximately 4 cigarettes, the last still a dull ember in the ashtray next to him.

“Once again on my own, nothing and no one to enjoy the day with. How Granny would be proud.” He mocked, hating the woman even as she rotted in the earth 870 miles away from him.

What couldn’t have felt like a full hour later the old clock once more announced the hour in its somber tone. Midnight, a new day. His birthday. He took a swig from the glass of whiskey he’d made about 20 minutes ago, admiring the finished box of toxin, ready for use. The auburn liquor burned its way down his throat, leaving a sharp taste in his mouth. Setting the glass down with a thick clink he rose from his creaky chair and picked up the remnants of cigarette number five, inhaling one final drag, allowing the cool smoke to choke out the memory of that nasty woman. Another year, another step towards his goals of fear everlasting.

“Happy birthday to me.” He said blowing the smoke back out and tap-tap-tapping the cigarette out into the dirty ashtray. A happy birthday indeed.

[honorrry]

I watched

Batman Caped Crusader

Just for Oswalda

OF COURSE I HAVE DOODLES GANG

[latverianpaparazzi]

[mylifeingotham]

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Eartha Kitt as Catwoman - Batman (1967)

[2-guns-b1tch]

I know it’s not pride month anymore, but I though this would be funny