#gotham echo

[frost-queen]

In the end, it's him and I (Reader x Jeremiah Valeska)

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Summary: Jeremiah ask you to prove your love to him by breaking you out. So in love with him you do so, sharing a dance and kiss on the way out. Jeremiah loves you passionatly making him hire Echo to keep you out of harms way. Driven by jealousy you pull out a stunt that would sure prove to Jeremiah how worthy you are. Jeremiah not so pleased you blew things up, taking a run for it with you after seeing the GCPD. Cornered you butcher him with questions if you aren't good enough of if he loves Echo. Having enough of your rambling he shuts you up with a rough kiss.

“Jeremiah.” – you said looking teasingly down. He hummed intrigued, moving a bit closer to the table. A soft smile on his lips. It made you wet your lips. He moved his cuffed hands closer to the center. His action made you look up to the corner. Seeing the camera hang clearly in sight. You simultaneously moved your hands under the table away from him. That made him quirk his eyebrow up. – “Don’t… don’t you love me?” – he asked. – “I do!” – you called out, wanting him to know immediately. He took a deep sigh, leaning back in his chair. – “How do I know your love for me is real…” – he said to himself, yet loudly enough for you to hear.

“It is real!” – you pressed on, setting your palm firmly onto the table. Jeremiah leaned closer again, smirking from ear to ear. – “Prove it.” – he spoke. – “Anything.” – you replied desperately. So caught up down this rabbit hole, you couldn’t climb back up. Jeremiah glanced over his shoulder as if someone could listen in. – “Get me out. Get me out of this place Y/n.” – he whispered. It made you visibly gasp. The request made you doubtful for a moment.

Breaking a criminal out of Arkham was a crime. Was it one you were willing to act upon? He grabbed for your hand across the table, holding it tight. - "My love. If you want us to be together, free from restrictions and bars, you must break me out. It is the only way.” – he told you. Taking a deep breath, you nodded. Jeremiah laughed manically, turning to the camera in the corner. He started laughing even louder, pointing at it.

You closed your clipboard, shoving your chair back. That made Jeremiah turn back to you. – “I’ll be waiting for you doll.” – he said, resting his hands under his chin. The way he looked at you made you feel like you were burning. Swallowing nervously, you set your mind to it. You were going to break him out. To prove your love to him. It that was the cost. The alarm buzzed as you waited by the door. Casting one last glance over your shoulder to him.

Jeremiah smirked as you set the last steps through the door. It shut behind you. The guard led you back to the main corridors. You paid extra attention to your surroundings. The keys dangling on his belt suddenly so interesting. So was the camera’s installed in the corridors. Widening your eyes, you wondered for a moment what you were doing. Where you truly going to break him out? It could easily be just one of his scheming.

Who says he wouldn’t kill you after you grant him freedom. You were after all talking about busting a criminal out. One with a history of violence and murder. Was it something you could forgive for your own feelings? The guard opened one of the last doors that led outside. – “See you Friday doctor.” – he said, tipping his hat at you. You smiled walking out into the sunshine. Everything at Arkham always felt so dark and gloomy.

The following days you had been pacing around your apartment. Cracking your head open on how you were going to break him out. Perhaps escort him out in a body bag? Through the sewers? Or the most surprised actions of all, just through the front door? You had come up with a plan, even a back-up plan for when things would go south. There was a high possibility you’d fail, ending perhaps right beside him behind bars. For no one was this insane to think of breaking him out.

Taking a deep breath you were at Arkham Asylum once more. Hands shaking when they opened the door for you. – “Morning doctor!” – the oh so familiar guard said. You smiled politely back at him, afraid the nerves in your voice would make him wary. – “He’s been surprisingly good this week.” – he commented leading you through the maze of corridors. Your eyes went to the keys dangling on his belt. You knew he’d come to a stop soon. So he did as you stumbled against him. –“Oh sorry.” – you said as if his abrupt stopping had caught you off guard.

Brushing your fingers near his belt, you snatched what you needed. The guard chuckled. – “No worries doctor.” – he said turning back to the door. You clenched the keys in your hand, overcome with a great feeling of power. He pressed a button as the door unlocked. He moved aside for you to enter. At the table, cuffed sat Jeremiah as usual. His face lighted up at the sight of you. – “Hello doctor.” – he said teasingly as you entered. The guard left as your eyes fell upon the camera in the corner.

You walked over to him with a straight face. Not saying a word. Jeremiah frowned at your silent treatment. – “What no hello doc?” – he chuckled out. You walked around the table closer to him. Suddenly dropping your clipboard with papers. Papers of your previous notes about him. Jeremiah furrowed his brows, watching you kneel down to collect them. You briefly looked up, tapping your lips. Jeremiah smirked. You collected the last of your papers, getting back up. Slowly and keeping yourself as close to him as possible.

Jeremiah waited till you were at eyelevel, forcing his lips on you. You opened your mouth, shoving your tongue through his mouth. Jeremiah’s eyes widened, tasting something in his mouth. You pulled away startled, moving your hand to your mouth. – “You kissed me you sick bastard!” – you called out, the buzzing alarm loud in your ears. The doors opened as the guard from before rushed in. He came to your aid, moving an arm around you and pulling you away from him. – “Pervert!” – he cursed at Jeremiah, hitting him with his weapon. Jeremiah received the hit, keeping his head low.

You were led back outside, the doors shutting behind you. The guard took a few deep breaths. – “Are you alright Doctor? I did not know he was that sick minded.” – he outed with concern. – “I’m sorry.” – you replied. – “What for?” – the guard said confused. – “This.” – you said tasing him to the ground. He shook and trembled when hitting the floor. You moved back to the door, opening it. Just in time to see Jeremiah get up, moving his arms up. Higher then ever possible with cuffs. – “My love.” – he said feeling as free as a bird.

You motioned to him to get a move on. Jeremiah jogged around the table, meeting up with you. – “You are one sly fox Y/n.” – he complimented at your clever idea of slipping the key in through his mouth. – “Just keep up!” – you ordered keeping up your pace. Jeremiah and you past some cells. Jeremiah couldn’t hold himself from taunting them. Laughing loud at them while mocking them. They all started shouting back at him, sticking their arms out to grab at him. Angry that Jeremiah was running free, and they were stuck.

Jeremiah caught up with you. – “This is all very interesting doll, but how exactly are you going to get me out?” – he wondered. Being out of that room was one thing, out of Arkham was another. At the other end of the corridor you heard commotion. A group of guards coming to block your path. – “Like this.” – you said, revealing a bomb. Jeremiah smirked, sticking his fingers in his ears. You threw the bomb at them. Their screams filled the corridor when they got blown up. With wide eyes you stared at what you just had done.

Jeremiah clapping and laughing insanely. He grabbed you by the hand, pulling you at him. – “Do you know how turned on I am right now?” – he said, arms wrapped tightly around you. There came more guards at the end of the corridor. You kept staring up at Jeremiah. Jeremiah stared right back at you, grabbing a bomb out of your pocket. He tossed it over your head to the guards. The moment it exploded; he kissed you. A kiss fueled by adrenaline and fun.

Jeremiah grabbed your hand, pulling your back hard against his chest. Entangled hand stretched out, his other hand on your inner waist, he waltzed forwards with you. Taking big steps, humming a fine tune while stepping over limbs and blood. For some reason you weren’t grossed out by it. He moved your hand up, letting you spin underneath his arm at an intersection. You smiled, taking out another bomb. Jeremiah stepped aside for you to shine.

You smirked, throwing the bomb at the brick wall. It exploded as you gasped pleasantly at the sight of it. Taking your hand, he stepped over the bricks, taking in the fresh air. – “Got one more left?” – he asked. You nodded, handing one more bomb at him. He smelled it, eyes almost rolling back with pleasure. He then tossed it over his shoulder inside Arkham.

The explosion created a gush of dust spraying you and him. – “You are free.” – you said to him. Jeremiah smiled. – “All thanks to you.” – he answered, tilting your chin up by his finger. – “Now let us go home.” – he whispered while sirens alarmed in the distance. – “Home.” – you repeated longingly. Was there perhaps a home after all with him after this? He took your hand, running off before anyone could catch you.

Jeremiah took a deep beath. Sitting up in the bed. Arms resting on his knees. He looked over to his side, seeing you sleep peacefully. He curled up a smile driven by mad love for you. The psychiatrist that unlocked a new level of understanding inside of him. Then his smile faltered, thinking of all the possible endings when knowing the price of his heart. How many gangs, criminals or policemen would knock on his doorstep to hurt you. That was something he couldn’t let happen. His jaw tensed only thinking about it.

Thinking about how much his heart would tear itself apart if you were not there. He came leaning down, brushing his hand over your bare arm. He saw it made you move a bit in your sleep. – “I promise you Y/n. No harm will come to you. I swear on my life I keep you save.” – he whispered, leaving a loving kiss on your shoulder afterwards. You took a deep breath, half awaking. – “Jeremiah?” – you said sleepy. He hummed loud. – “Go back to sleep.” – you muttered out, turning your head. He smiled coming to lay down close to you, wrapping his arms around you.

You frowned seeing the unknown girl in your hide-out. She stood very close to Jeremiah, keeping their voices low. – “Who is she?” – You asked bluntly. Jeremiah lifted his head up to you. – “Good you are awake.” – he said. You quirked your eyebrow up as he still hadn’t answered your question. He noticed it, pointing with his pen at her. – “Echo.” – he addressed. You couldn’t help yourself but smile sarcastically at her. – “Jeremiah.” – you said overly sweet to draw his attention. He looked up with a loud hum. – “May I ask who she is, or do I have to guess? Housekeeping perhaps?” – you insulted with a sneer.

“Assistant.” – Jeremiah filled in catching you by surprise. – “She works for me now.” – he said before turning back to her. – “Okay.” – you said coming closer. Jeremiah noticed it, taking Echo by the elbow as he moved away with her from you. It made you stop mid-action; unbelievable he would do that. He moved to another room to chat in private. Crossing your arms, you turned your back to their room. After a while Jeremiah came out of the room.

“Finally.” – you said loud, so trying to sound annoyed. Jeremiah ignored you, walking up to his desk. – “Hello?” – you called out to catch his attention. He searched through some papers making you groan loud. – “To think I haven’t even been kissed today!” – you made clear. Jeremiah snatched a piece of paper, looking at it. He walked around the desk over to you, making you smile wide. He was still reading the paper, leaning down. You pushed your lips forwards, eyes widening when he left barely a kiss on your forehead.

“What was that?” – you called out frustrated. – “A kiss.” – Jeremiah answered before returning to the room Echo was in. You got up frustrated from the chair you had been waiting in. If Jeremiah was going to be like this, you were going back to bed. You would’ve gone out if it hadn’t been for your faces hung up all over Gotham. The GCPD looking interestingly for Jeremiah and you to put behind bars. You barely saw Jeremiah as he started to spend his time with Echo.

Sometimes in the same room as you, other times they were out of sight. It was like he kept taunting you with his new toy. Something shiny and new to sniff out the old one. You couldn’t deny that it made you jealous and heartbroken. Jealous Jeremiah was taking an interest in such a dull creature as her. Honestly there was nothing amazing about her. Her hair looked like birds nested in it. Not to mention her annoying voice.

Everything about her made your blood boil. While Jeremiah got cozy with Echo, were you thinking of something wicked. Something mad to prove how much better you were than her to him. There was absolutely no way you were losing him to some wanna be replica of you. You had it all prepped. A great show just for him. Not that he even showed any interest in you to even notice what you were doing behind his back. You picked up your bag when you heard a loud clearance of a voice.

Turning around you saw Jeremiah stare at you. – “What’s the bag for?” – he asked. So fed up with jealousy you couldn’t even bring yourself to be sweet to him. – “Who gives a f*ck.” – you answered. – “I do!” – Jeremiah responded. You laughed sarcastically. – “So now you do!” – you said back. Jeremiah clenched his jaw. – “Where are you going?” – he asked. – “Out.” – you replied with a snarky smile. Jeremiah inhaled sharp through his nose. – “You stay right here! Your face is on wanted posters!” – he reminded you.

You puffed annoyed. – “Don’t tell me what to do!” – you shouted at him. It caught him off guard for a moment. He stormed over to you, grabbing you by the elbow. Dragging you into the bedroom. – “Stay here!” – he insisted upon. From over his shoulder, you saw Echo appear. – “Having a great laugh!” – you yelled at her. Jeremiah was furious, slamming the door in your face and locking you up. – “Jeremiah!” – you shouted, banging on the door. He exhaled deep, forehead resting against the door. – “I can’t have you caught… please understand.” – he quietly said.

He walked away from the door, meeting up with Echo. You groaned loud. Running over to the window, you weren’t going to let him stop you from showcasing your love for him. He needed to know how loyal you were. How you were his first and last. How you were willing to take your own life for him. It was high up, but you climbed out the window. Making your way neatly down, breaking out of things seems to have become a skill of yours.

You made your way through the streets of Gotham, straight to your target. Fuel by anger and jealousy, there was no stopping you. Wiping your hand over your face, it smudged your make-up. You couldn’t have any tears now. Tears were for the weak. You walked into the building, setting up bombs without anyone seeing. You then walked back out, walking down the steps. Pulling out the detonator, you pressed the button. A wave of explosion blasting at you from behind. The windows exploded; the bang followed by loud screams.

Looking up, you were showered with lost papers twirling down. Sighing deep, you sat yourself down on the steps. Jeremiah was panting. The alarms of cars were going off, the storm of papers twirling down. He came to a full stop, seeing you sit on the steps. His expression tightened as he took off his sunglasses. He made his way over to you. – “Y/n!” – he called out making you gasp loud. Your head shot up, coming face to face with him. Jeremiah stared at your smudged make-up that so seemed to match his.

Commotion came from behind as he spotted the GCPD behind you. Jeremiah tensed his jaw, grabbing you tightly by the hand. He pulled you with him, running off. You were laughing loud at your own stunt. Never in a million years you thought you’d blow up something this big. He kept running with you to safety. Once save he pushed you hard against the wall. – “Have you lost your damn mind?” – he said fuel with frustration. – “Yes.” – you replied with a smile. That made him push you firmer against the wall.

The way he was looking at you, made you doubt your actions. Perhaps you had been foolish for doing it? Perhaps you had lost him forever now with your little stunt? You shoved him annoyed off you. Jeremiah stumbled back confused. – “Am I not good enough?” – you asked loudly. Jeremiah furrowed his brows. – “Is that it? Is that why you replaced me for that birds nest!” – you shouted. – “Birds nest?” – Jeremiah repeated confused. Y

ou told yourself you wouldn’t cry, but here you were unable to uphold your promise. – “Do you love her?” – you asked, giving him a push. – “Is that it, am I replaced by her cause I wasn’t amusing enough?” – you pushed him again as he let you. The tears started to roll down your cheek, second guessing your act of just now. Second guessing if you ever should’ve got him out of Arkham. – “Maybe I am a madman for getting you out of Arkham!” – you cried out. – “I shouldn’t have… If I had not… you wouldn’t be here tearing me apart from the inside!” – you screamed in frustration.

Jeremiah grabbed you, kissing you roughly. Letting his actions speak for his words. You could barely keep up with his lips. You pushed yourself off him to breath. He grabbed you firmly by the chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. – “I am yours and you are mine!” – he said loudly. – “That is how it always is going to be, because I f*cking love you Y/n!”

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[excalisi]

it's a fun hc of mine that during dick's robin days, he went through the "omg i wish i had a cool secret language so i can have secret conversations with my friends" phase all kids go through. but one of his closest friends at the time also happened to be the batman, a guy with possibly the most bizarrely diverse arsenal of skills in the world. bruce sees the merit in the entire idea of a coded language to communicate rudimentary information when they can hear but not see each other. so why not make a code built on bird vocalizations? it's pretty much incomprehensible to anyone without a trained ear or comprehensive knowledge of birding and impossible to even passably mimic without proper training, so while the chances of interception are high, the chances of someone understanding it enough to interrupt during the middle of a bird-convo and feed false information are not.

it also, batman and robin come to realize, feeds into the "holy fuck our vigilantes are cryptids" idea. bird sounds that come from seemingly no determinable location (ventriloquism) come to mean batman and robin are nearby. to the goons of gotham, bird song becomes inextricably connected to getting your ass kicked by the dynamic duo. the real reason why criminals don't operate during the day is because they get skittish and jumpy about if the sounds of birds chirping are real birds or some masked vigilantes lying in wait to rock your shit, and it's just easier to commit crimes during the night when all the birds are asleep so you know for sure.

ornithologists have boards on their bedrooms dedicated to the bird-bats of gotham. they've written dissertations.

the bird language becomes a bit of a batfamily bonding connection. teaching each other how to do different clicks and whistles, making up slang so bruce and barbara can't complain of clogging up comms with non-mission relevant talk, searching up birds to associate them with different people, psychologically terrorizing the criminal populace of gotham by chirping at them...

how the bird code works is that there's a bird assigned to each one of gotham's major heavy hitter criminals and vigilantes, and a few assigned to heroes out of the city (by which i mean the ones the bats associate with often enough to have a sign to address by). the only birds i've got so far are the robin (for robin. self-explanatory) and the glistening-green tanager (for the joker). i only have one for the joker bc i wanted to reference this hc in one of my fics and so searched up green birds to find the most eye-searingly annoying-to-look-at green bird i could find, and the glistening-green tanager was the closest one to fit the bill.

[noxcheshire]

I am sick, dizzy, and can barely think but you know what would be WILD?

If the DC universe was an echo of Danny’s world. What if the continents of their planet shifted enough where Amity is now in New Jersey and had then become Gotham.

And when Danny died underneath the portal a part of his death fractured and imprinted itself into those various worlds. One of them being Gotham, where Danny’s home ironically used to be where Wayne Manor used to be.

So just imagine it, you’re coming back from patrol, grimy, sweaty, and with questionable intentions by dressing as an overgrown bat when suddenly the lights dim. It dims and brings darkness, only enough light to catch the beady marble eyes of the bats you fear.

And then electricity jumps in the middle of the room, flinging itself around like an agitated snake in wide open circles.

Everyone is backing away, some weary, some cursing, some just half way out of their own suit.

And then a child — barely as old as your youngest now, flickers to life before you, screaming and screaming, wailing in pain as the scent of burning flesh mingles into the air. You can see the boy, black hair and blue eyes that underneath the bright light that burns them is causing black to turn white, and blue to turn green.

The electricity crackles and when the boy is about the drop, limp, certainly lifeless, he vanishes as if nothing had ever been there.

But he comes back, he always comes back, in the moment of calm and in the moment of despair, echoing that painful wailing of death.

It’s so wrong.

It’s very, very wrong.

It didn’t even matter anymore why the boy showed up, only that this moment of pain continues to haunt the cave of heroes.

Continuously haunting, even as some whispered apologizes when the boy appeared. Continuously haunting, even as some provided songs of comfort when the boy appeared. Continuously haunting, even as stories of Gotham are told and promises (though uncertain and flimsy at best) are spoken to the wailing boy who always drops fast and disappears just as quickly.

Always, it was the same.

Until one day it wasn’t.

The electricity crackled like it always did. A spark, and then a calamity of light. And the boy would be there, uncurling himself into a tense position as he would wail.

But not this time.

Instead the boy curled himself in the air, calm as can be, almost as if he were sleeping. Even the electricity that they have learned to dance away from was calm, gentle, like ocean waves.

And when the electricity vanished, the boy did not, instead dropping to the floor where Dick was quick to catch him, grunting in preparation of weight only to show alarm at how thin the boy truly was.

On that face that has haunted them all for months is just a boy, sleeping, and scarred. A boy breathing very slow, slower than what they would like, but here in the physical realm with them.

Dick brushed back bangs of black hair, and slowly, ever so slowly, glazed blue eyes stared back.

[mimicben]

HUZZAH, ITS FINALLY FINISHED, i love this little trio :D

plus a little closeup

[brokenpieces-72]

Echo

Note: I have been working on this oc for a while, and there's a lot I wanted to do with them. This story is oc reader insert, so I leave the name open but the hero name is already established.

CW: Foster system (abuse of it), injured reader, financial abuse, car crash, let me know if I missed anything.

You know that feeling when everything seems to be falling apart? You’ve had it before, when you lost your parents and separated from your sibling in the foster system. You feel it now too along with plenty of soreness from your injuries.

You lay in the hospital bed, with your cracked phone screen. Foster parents hadn’t seen any of your texts and no phone calls had been answered. You messaged your sibling but they wouldn’t be able to make it to you. Your friends were either stuck at work or asleep right now. The nurses and doctor suggested calling a lawyer for yourself, since the other driver is a lawyer and his family wants to press charges. Insurance company has you covered for any other surgery or treatment they need to do so no need to contact them.

Still, you stare at your phone screen staring at the small text message history you have. You could try. He might be busy, but you could try. While your boss wasn’t the softest or kindest person, he still cared. Many not a lot, but at least a little. Then again, maybe it would be a chance for him to stop mentoring you, and go solo again. The pros and cons fight over what to say in the text. Regardless you wouldn't be out of hospital for a while so he needed to know that.

E: Hey boss, sorry but I can’t come in to work for the next couple days.

You shut your phone off after sending it. Then you turn it back on again, debating whether to delete it, edit it, or leave it. Honestly with the drugs in your system, it’s a little hard to make proper decisions. You know he’ll ask, you know he’ll be hard on you for reckless driving, but he’s all you’ve got right now. Right now you just need another person with you, even if they’re somewhat of a stranger.

Your phone rings. Holy crap it can still do calls? Whatever not the point. You answer the call without paying attention to the screen, though you briefly see the name. This would not be pleasant.

“Hello?” You answered, before coughing. Maybe you could cover up your sore voice as a sick one.

“What's going on?” Your boss asked.

“Uhh… can I…” you pause a lot, the war still going on, and fighting over your vocal cords. To your boss's credit he’s patient right now. Finally, you get something out. “Are you on patrol?”

You rub your head, praying you don’t have a headache coming on. Your boss takes a moment to answer.

“Yes why?” He asked. He sounds irritated. You don’t want a lecture when he gets here.

“Nevermind. Forget it.” You say quickly.

“Outlaw, answer the question.” He said.

“… I…” you swallowed. “I’m in hospital. No one can make it, and… was wondering if you could come see me?”

There’s silence again and you shut your eyes. This was a bad idea. You hear a sigh over the phone, and regret sinks in.

“Forget it, I’ll be fi-“

“On my way, give me a few minutes. Do you need anything?” Your boss asked.

“Maybe a change of clothes.” You suggest. “That’s kind of it.”

He hangs up, and you sigh. He was gonna lecture you, but at least he was coming. Especially if they needed to do more surgery. God knows your fosters wouldn’t come anytime soon.

Jason Todd arrived at the hospital, jacket on, hood up, and a small backpack with a change of clothes for you. Trying to see you as your boss likely wouldn’t work very well, but seeing you as your brother could pass. He approaches the desk where a nurse is typing away. The nurse looked up, seeing him almost towering over her.

“Here to see Y/N L/N.” he asked.

“Down that hall, room 168.” The nurse instructed. Jason made his way down the hall, keeping an eye out for the room. He stopped himself just outside your door, ensuring the face mask he brought covered his face. His eyes were uncovered, but the hood shielded them enough. Then he overheard you on the phone.

“It was an accident, I swear I did-no it wasn’t for attention. I was just-“ you tried to get a word in as your foster parents demanded to know why they were getting medical bills. Jason steps in, quietly as you continued to plead innocent. “I just went out to meet a friend, I wasn't even drinking. Insurance money will cover it, I checked. I'm not asking you to cover it, I'm just telling y-...Okay. I'll transfer the mon-I'll take it out when I get the chance.”

You’re on the phone getting yelled at until they finally hang up. Your head is down, and you're holding back tears. When you looked up you nearly jumped out of bed, seeing the large figure that had come into your room. The red hoodie was a dead giveaway. Jason stepped in and set the bag down nearby.

“What happened?” He asked, not bothering with a greeting.

“Car accident… don’t quite remember. I swear I was driving on the right side, and I tried to move out of the way, but…” you trailed off.

“At least you’re alive.” He pointed out.

“Yeah so I can get medical bills, foster parents barking at me, no car for the next who knows how long, and now I even have to get a lawyer because the family of the other driver says it was all my fault, and I won’t be able to go to work or go on patrol or even train.” You say, trying to keep the lump in your throat down. The last thing you wanted was to start sobbing.

Jason sits in a nearby chair. “You’ll need more than a couple days.”

“The couple days is just for me to get out of hospital, the rest I can do easily enough.” You say, shrugging. As if shrugging really got rid of the weight of everything. Red Hood needed Echo, they were close to a breakthrough in a fighting and drug ring.

“You need rest.” Jason told you.

“For a couple days, then I’ll be back on my feet. The next load is coming Thursday, I'll be fine by then.” You said firmly, but there was a crack in your voice from emotion. Sidelining is the last thing you want. You’ve worked too hard for him to take you out of the game. Jason is quiet in the chair. It looks like he staring at the floor or the bed but you know he’s looking at you under his hood. You refuse to break.

Jason knows you are though. You’re tired, you’re injured, you have morphine in your blood stream, and financially you’re fucked. When he sighs, you think it’s pointed towards you and your stubbornness. It’s not. He realizes that you’ve been carrying a lot more than he thought. Now he has to call for a favour, one he didn’t want to ask for.

“Kid, right now, you are unfit to fight-don’t interrupt.” He said, holding his hand up, before you could argue. “You’re injured, you’re stressed, and you’ll be distracted. The last thing I want is your death on my conscious because I let you get yourself killed.”

“I don’t need to be sidelined.” You said, your voice breaking.

“You’re being benched for your own good. When you’re ready to get back into the game, I’ll pull you in. Don’t rush it but don’t waste time.” Red Hood ordered. You nodded. It’s a bit of a relief, since you haven’t had much time for regular life, let alone time for yourself.

“How long do I have?” You asked. Of course you wanted to be on a time limit. Jason did it to you for a lot of your training, whether it was posting up or reaching a checkpoint.

“Knowing shit like this, it will take maybe a week or so until you’re out of here.” Jason thought out loud.

“Then I have to get a lawyer which is a week or so, I have enough money… I should. I can do that while I’m recovering, and then I have work, and my side job. Chores, extra because I’ll be away. Then getting my vehicle repaired which will take a while…” your voice broke again thinking about the work you had after you leave the hospital.

“Hey.” Jason said. You looked up at him and it’s the first time you’ve seen his eyes. They were more natural than you thought. For some reason you thought they’d be red or maybe yellow. “This isn’t a fight, focus on what’s in front of you. I’ll give you a month.”

“I won’t need a month.” You said, take a deep breath to calm yourself.

“You’re getting one. Consider it mandatory vacation or something.” Jason said.

You want to thank him, and hug him but you’re a little incapable. The relief is massive wave, almost drowning you. You look down at your broken phone, feeling it vibrate.

“Thank you.” You said, the tears finally breaking free from your eyes. You sniffle and wipe at them. “Sorry.”

“Just fucking cry kid. Your life is falling apart it’s a normal response.” Jason said.

You let out a small noise that he thinks is you laughing. You nod, wiping your eyes, and a small smile on your face. “I won’t tell anyone.”

“Thank you. You wouldn’t happen to know any lawyers would you?” You asked. Your phone vibrated and you checked it, seeing your friend had replied, saying he was close by.

“Recover for the first while, then worry about a lawyer.” Red Hood said. Jason notices you smile at your phone, and takes it as his cue to leave. “Rest. I’ll be in touch.”

Jason gets up, leaving the backpack. Once he steps into the hallway he sighs. He doesn’t want to make this call, he really doesn’t. But you’re his partner, his apprentice. Hell, you’re basically his Robin. Jason had a rough life. You might have what he didn’t, but that didn’t make your life perfect. He’d been pulled out of that struggle and sure it wasn’t perfect, but it was at the very least decent.

Once he’s out of the hospital, he dials on his phone. He didn’t want to but with the bs justice system Gotham has, you would need some help.

“Alfred?” Jason said, hearing a familiar older voice on the other end. “Is Bruce there? I need to talk to him.”

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[ktsghost]

god I wish that was me

[acapelladitty]

Batman'89 Scarecrow - Stifled

Summary: In costume and in desperate need of a little release, Jonathan indulges in some auto-erotic asphyxiation.

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His costume a comforting weight against his thin frame, Jonathan settled against the sheets of his bed with a stuttering sigh as he exhaled deeply. Rolling his hands through his plume of curled hair, the soft pull of the strands made him extend his neck, a satisfying pop echoing from the left side of his throat.

Air more heated than he would have liked, a fact made worse by the heavy costume which pinned him in place, his hands slipped down towards his groin with a casualness that belied the slight tremor in the digits as they fought to free his half-hard cock from within the layers of fabric. With its familiar leftward tilt, his cock felt hot in his hand as he quickly stroked himself to hardness - the anticipation of his play sparking a guttural arousal which make his cock twitch.

Curling his fingers around his mask and the noose which looped loosely around its base, Jonathan released his cock long enough to slip the burlap cover over his face. It slid on like a second skin - his true face - and with it came a focus which made his skin itch with the need for something more, for a release that was long overdue.

His vision blurred from the lack of glasses or contacts he typically wore with the mask, the rest of his senses felt strengthened as he indulged in the scent of the burlap, earthy and wicked, and the way that it brushed the end of his proud nose. Cock neglected for the moment, he felt his balls tighten as his fingers curled around the knot of the noose.

Groaning as he tightened the noose around his neck to the point of constriction, the discomfort of his mask as it pressed into his vulnerable skin made his cock jerk untouched. He need this, deserved this, and he would take what he needed while ignoring the shame. One hand hanging loosely on the knot as he fought to breathe around it, his other hand snaked it ways down his chest, only pausing at his covered nipples to brush them roughly, indulging in the added stimulation before wrapping firmly around his cock once more.

The feel of his mask digging into his neck, pulled taut by his noose as it slowly strangled him, was deliciously painful with the added benefit of not leaving livid ropemarks against his skin. The burlap restricted his air at the best of times and the fabric pulled tight against his lips as he fought to inhale deeply, the tip of his nose scouring against the rough material with every shaky breath.

His free hand, the one not currently trained on his noose, stroked along his cock with a patient rhythm as it slowly drew every ounce of pleasure that it could. Painfully hard, the pulsing discomfort in his head was reflected in his cock as it throbbed in tandem.

Chest heaving as his lungs started to burn from the consistent lack of oxygen, the hot pleasure in his groin only grew more intense as the pressure in his head steadily built - his body struggling and writhing in place as his hand fisted along his cock messily. Pre-cum leaked freely from his slit, the moisture making his hand move with greater ease as he alternated stroking his length with brushing his palm across the head and rolling his balls between his rough fingers.

Grunting and whining, the noises slip free of his mask quietly as he chases his own pleasure. A familiar shame settles across his skin, the shame of having to give in to such base desires and depravity, but the heat of embarrassment only serves to stoke his arousal.

Head pounding, Jonathan lost himself in fantasy. His thoughts were erratic, slipping between visuals of that pretty brunette who dealt with his various journal requests at the local library to the new receptionist at the asylum whose perfume reminded him of wild flowers. However, such fantasies were quick to turn as his fingers picked up their pace across his velvety cock.

Soft touches dissolved into rough handling, his hand wrapping around a panicking throat as anxious pants grew into wails of terror. His toxin quickly disappearing from the syringe as it found itself plunged into an unwilling vein. Screaming and begging for a mercy which could never come as he pushed his work to higher and higher levels.

Jonathan came with a shuddering groan, his release spreading across his fingers as the pressure in his head grew to a point where his vision started to dull around the edges. It was too much and yet not enough as he continued to stroke along his cock despite the fact that the overstimulation was quick to make every motion feel as terrible as it were brilliant.

His vision starting to darken further, Jonathan took a moment to loosen the knot around his neck and immediately inhale grateful lungfuls of air as his chest burned. His body overheated and sensitive, every trembling jerk of his cock drew a bestiary grunt from his aching throat as he forced himself to feel the comedown.

The mask feeling suddenly unbearable, his hands moved shakily as they pulled the material free of his head - releasing his face from the cloying heat and rapidly stroking his fingers through his curled hair as he fought to quell the heaving movements of his chest.

Glancing down, Jonathan regarded the spend across his fingers with mild disgust, wiping it off on a nearby handkerchief to prevent any excess mess from staining his beloved costume. Exhausted and fighting a headache brought on by his oxygen deprivation, his body relaxed fully as he enjoyed the peace for the few moments he would allow himself to indulge it.

[a-echo-of-gotham]

Waters of Youth: A shimmering sky blue liquid that swirls eternally, sitting in a small circular bottle. The muse becomes a child and loses all memories of adulthood

(do how long you want Mun Kore!!)

Tim gasps awake. His eyes blurry with tears and a ache in his chest.

He was just floating in the Eclipso. He used to be Dead. He isn't supposed to be alive.

Softly he stands up on wobbly legs. It looks like Gotham? But like a playhouse version? Weird.

He peaks under the clothes he is absolutely swimming in and gasps seeing no scales. No diamond?

He tightens the clothes and curls in the cloak as he walks around. His hand tight on his Kunai.

@humanity-forgot-me

[corpsepaintriddler]

The gorgeous Echo and Query!

Aka- the Riddler's scary lesbian privileges

They're all ready for art fight! 💜

[21go-gay-today37]

ROMANTIC CRIME COMMITTING >:]

+query and echo but completely new characters

How the fuck do you draw a car?????? Why girls car reminds me of dano riddler???danomobil????

[kindlingkeen]

Chapter 6: Interlude

Summary:

Gotham’s finest works their case.

Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Jim Gordon & Jason Todd Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Jim Gordon, Alfred Pennyworth Additional Tags: Temporary Character Death, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Resurrected Jason Todd, Jason Todd is Not Red Hood, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Protective Jim Gordon, Angst, Canon-Typical Violence, Jason Todd-centric, POV Alternating, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:

Jason is fifteen and dying, choking on smoke in a warehouse. Jason is sixteen and buried, clawing his way desperately to freedom. Jason is seventeen and drowning, waking up to green fire. Jason is nineteen and dying for the second time, bleeding out to the sound of laughter in an abandoned apartment building.

Jason is sixteen and six feet beneath the earth again. But this time, when he wakes up he’s in a hospital bed, and he’s not alone.

Jim Gordon, meanwhile, would really like to know what the hell is going on in his city this time.

Image from Batman: A Death in the Family

[localebra]

Hench Women of Riddler

Echo & Query

Technically fist appearing in Secret Origins Special Vol 2 #1 1989, but under the names Query and Probe. We will have to discuss all the different names before going into them as individuals.

Detective Comics Annual #8 1995 is the first time they are who we truely know today as Query (Diedre Vance) and Echo (Nina Damfino). At the time working at a sex club called Pandora, they were petty crooks who decided to rob the Riddler after a heist. He was not only able to convince him to not Rob him, but to become his hired help.

Quiz and Query help him with his game show host astetic in Batman: Riddler 1995.

Along with dark skined twin version of Quiz and Query in The Batman and Robin Adventures #3 1996.

Not a woman, but I must mention Kwiz Kid from Teen Titans Go! #15 2003. The Rival to the Robin and boyfriend to Kitten. He is rather a fan, apprentice or spn of the Riddler.

Enigma the Riddler's daughter (Allegedly) first apeared in Teen Titans #38 2006 Joining the heroic team before shortly making an appearance in Gotham alongside her father to carry out his crimes. Eventually betraying the Titans along with Joker's daughter to Teen Titans East. Until being doubled crossed by Joker's daughter and losing to the Titans. Shortly afterwards while working with her father she was killed by him. Dark Crisi she was named Quinn Nash appearing in the Arkham Academy program inside Batman urban Legends 21 2023. Were it is stated father would go on to be mentally abusive. Pushing her to be just as smart as him, when she failed to show this, Riddler tried to kill her for not being as smart as him. Next appearing in DC's 'Twas the 'Mite Before Christmas (2023) #1 where she goes on a date with Batwoman and helps her unravel her father's plans.

Quiz real name Miyu Tangram from Legends of the Dark Knight #2 2021. Marketed as Riddler's Punchline she sent him a riddle which led to an easy bank robbery. He had the wrong code for the safe and she revealed her self from the hostages in told him the code and to take her with him. A massive fan of his work and later on his lover.

Miss Tuesday the Riddlers short lived sidekick in Batman: The Audio Adventures (Podcast) 2021.

Enigma real name Evelyn Rhyme and actual daughter of the Riddler in Batwoman season 2 2021. In which she is a master hypnotist who worked for Black Mask and made Kate Kane think she was Circe Sionis. She effected many other but was killed by Ocean to prevent her from reversing her work on Alice.

For thoughts I feel a story from the perspective of Query and Echo could be very interesting into aspects. Not only would it give us the inner workings of The Riddlers work, but a unique view as a henchmen. At no point of a stepped on or looked down upon unlike other henchmen. They are the lowest of below but they're on top of the Heap. In regards to the various children, partners and fans I think actively bringing them together could be something interesting. Maybe Riddler actively puts a test out there to attract people who are the same level of intelligences him. Trying to build a team to take over Gotham through brains instead of brawn. Project Daedalus it could be called and each of the characters could have a different specialization.

[kaibaspuppy]

cant believe the riddler has s&m femdomme lesbian henchwomen and they DONT get more attention. sad.

[noxcheshire]

If ya’ll know Madoka Magica you will understand how beautiful and haunting the art of the witches that show up on screen are.

LIKE

It’s gorgeous.

That unsettling feeling of seeing something beyond yourself, beyond your sense of consciousness and knowing that this could very well be your grave.

It’s a labyrinth of feelings, of misery, of regret, and wanting that traps its victims in a forever.

You know what else is unsettling?

Death.

Death and ghosts and everything beyond it.

So imagine with me then, that the Infinite Realms and those ecto-born and ecto-contaminated don’t see the ghosts the same way.

Amity Park and its residents see the invading ghosts as close to their real form in life as they are in death.

Those not touched by the Infinite?

They see them the same way as witches. Unnatural creatures that unsettles the mind and environment to allow the ghosts access to the living world.

Maybe that’s why Maddie and Jack Fenton do not see ghosts as sentient things. They have seen them as humans see them, things filled with misery and pain, stealing from those too foolish to wander in the Ghosts domain.

The GIW are much the same, seeing the ghosts as the ‘witches’ they are, not what they were.

Danny doesn’t realize how unsettling he truly is, no one in Amity Park baring the Fenton parents and the GIW do.

Not until he is summoned on his first official Kingly summon, unaware of the looming gaping horror that stood staring back down at the humans that lived outside of Amity Park.

[mimicben]

Riddle us this?

The girls n' the gay are my favourite

[abs0luteb4stard]