#harley quinn oneshot

[ghostfacesvalentine]

HALLOWEEN DAY 27: Remains of the day - DC Characters x CorpseBride!Characters

Pairing: Dc Characters x Fem!Reader

Warning: Mentions of being dead (?) Not very much, brief mentions of characters joining the afterlife but again, nothing graphic.

Type: Blurb

Request: N/A

Word count: N/A

Prompt: Tiny blurbs of what my take of Dc Comic!Muses x CorpseBride!Fem!Reader would be like!

Notes: Loosely based off of the Corpse Bride universe, kind of cute I love it.

Bruce Wayne: Honestly I think he would secretly loooove it. He would be confused as hell at first, trying to remain calm as he sees you emerge from the earth. When you seem overwhelmed with joy that “the love of your unlife” has come for you, he immediately sees how tragic this situation is. I like to think Bruce would be the wiser out of the group and before he would reject you, instead he lets you go on. When you cling onto his side and beg him to follow you to the underworld, things get feisty. He has a whole different life to follow and you just want to take him from it? Expect some fight back from him. Bruce would definitely find a way to outwit you, similar to Victor, but throughout the time he spent with you, I wage he would try his best to find a way to bring you back. Lazarus pit here we come. My argument is that Battinson thinks with his heart before his head, don’t fight me on this.

Jason Todd: HEAR ME OUT. There’s something so poetic about the undead bride and technically undead Jason Todd. As soon as he puts two and two together, it hits his weak spot. He DOES NOT have the heart to push you away, instead he kind of feeds into your delusions because he himself, is delusional. If we’re in the CorpseBride!Universe then technically he can venture to both sides (?) because he’s kind of a zombie (?) it’s up in the air. However, it warms his heart to have someone so excited to marry him and kind of be their savior (?) he absolutely adores your admiration and devotion to it and he’s more than happy to relish in it. “I guess I’m married now.” With a smile to himself LMFAO.

Dick Grayson: He wouldn’t fight it at first, more confused and wanting to help. “Why does this have to happen to me?” Kind of mentality. He wants to help you, he’s not sure what the hell you are and he’s doing his best to clarify that he’s not married to you and that it was an accident. Whenever he sees you slouched over in defeat, he tries to find a way to cheer you up though and he would absolutely do his best to try to help your situation. If you’re absolutely set on him, he will do his best to try to let you know that you just met and he would need to get to know you. Reluctantly, he would get to know you and when he ends up getting to know you, he will absolutely look for a loophole for your situation.

Harley Quinn: She would be over the moon!! At first she would absolutely be confused and pushing herself away, but you would definitely sweep her off her feet when you woo her. You’d have to explain to her where you came from and your tragic end. It would be a 50/50 chance whether or not she would jump on it right away. She would get excited trying to plan a wedding, but be unsure about spending the rest of her life in the afterlife. If you make it painless, she would do anything to be with you. Harley would embrace your unlife, but it would kill her to leave all her friends behind.

Poison Ivy: She would try to explain to you that it was a mistake at first. Practicing or however she ended up placing a ring onto your finger, it wasn’t her proposing to you. Ivy would hear you out, listen to your story and how you ended up where you did. She would offer to help you avenge your death and throughout the time she would grow a liking to you, especially with your charm rather than her pitying you. Maybe later on in this afterlife she would go looking for you if you haven’t found anyone by then.

[violent138]

I am very unsurprisingly, shockingly into this pairing.

[lalasworld2x]

Oneshots and Headcanons Masterlist:

SLASHERS/HORROR

• After Work Cuddles - Bubba Sawyer

• Bubba Sawyer x Reader

• Bubba Sawyer x Cleaner Reader

• Thomas Hewitt Headcanons

• Hours and Hours - Thomas Hewitt

• Thomas Hewitt x Cleaner Reader

• Thomas Hewitt x Sick Reader

• Nubbins Sawyer x Reader ⚠️

• Art the Clown x Reader Headcanons

• Confetti - Art the Clown x Reader Imagine

• Jason Voorhees x Reader Headcanons

• Brahms Heelshire x Reader

• Taking Care of Brahms’ Wounds

• Patrick Bateman x Reader

• Taking Care of Hyde - Jekyll and Hyde

• Chubby Reader x GN!Ghostface

SHREDDER TMNT

• Reader x Shredder Headcanons

• Sleeping in Bed Together

• Doing His Makeup + Skincare

• Cold Shredder

• Pregnant Reader

• After Baby is Born

• Silly Goofy Headcanons

• Cooking Together

• Reader Forces Shredder to Play Games

• Yoga Together

• Reading with Shredder

• Fem!Shredder

DCU

• Home - Harley Quinn

• Harley Quinn x Reader Headcanons

• Dating the Joker

• Dating Poison Ivy

ANIME

• Dabi with a Pet Cat

• Dating Ryuk and/or Rem

• The Raid - Shigaraki x Reader

• Mahito with a Pet Cat

COMING SOON:

Shredder…

Shigaraki…

Sawyer Brothers…

Catwoman…

Jekyll and Hyde…

Art the clown…

Near…

Dabi…

Twice…

Overhaul…

Batty Boop…

[destinymoore05]

Started writing a fic set after…

This scene 👀

And this Harley fan art (I like the way she looks here)

It is a Feyd x Harley fic, except it’s a Dark! Harley fic (because psychos are fun to write). Started writing this at 3 AM last night and I can only say the warning is jealous and possessive Harley, (she wasn’t too happy with Lady Margot seducing Feyd 🤣) along with a whole lotta death and violence 👀💀

🏷️: @psycheetamore

[like-rain-or-confetti]

imma get this outta here because i meant to write a full fic for christmas and ended up in a writers block.

Snowfall.

Edward reached over (Y/N) and quickly closed the car door the second Harvey opened it. "You do realise what we're walking into right?" "Of course." Harvey said. "So you know Harley is hidden ready to attack with snowballs? Just as she is every year it snows?" Edward asked. Harv' grumbled. "We're got a plan for that." "We do?" (Y/N) frowned. "Everyone out." Harv' ordered.

There was nothing but silence that greeted them outside the Scarecrow's abode. Both the Riddler and Two-Face spotted the bush beside the stairs to Scarecrow's lair. The only real hiding place Harley had. Snow crunched under Harvey's shoe and pandemonium erupted. Harley darted out of her hiding spot behind the push with a battle cry, armed with...snowballs. With no warning, Two-Face grabbed (Y/N) by the waist and swung (Y/N) to his side, using them as a human shield. The Riddler darted behind Two-Face, using Harvey's more muscular nature to his advantage. (Y/N) shrieked and kicked. "Harvey! Put me down!" (Y/N) yelled. "This is a brand new suit!" The Riddler declared. "Better you than the suit!"

[crybaby-magic]

Harley Quinn

✮ oneshots

✮ drabbles

✮fanfics

✮headcanons

✮mini series

[ghostfacesvalentine]

HALLOWEEN DAY 10: Trick or Treat - Harley Quinn x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Harley Quinn x Fem!Reader

Warnings: N/A

Type: One Shot

Request: N/A

Word Count: 838

Prompt: Harley and the reader give out candy on the day of Halloween

Notes: This one was kind of short, my bad, but honestly very wholesome

Halloween had to be both you and Harleys favorite holiday. This and Christmas was a time that Harley took seriously. 

The decorations in your flat were outstanding, orange lights glowing all over the place, all kinds of pumpkins and bat cut outs hanging everywhere. Not to mention, Harley took the liberty to get pumpkin flavored everything to stock up on. 

Tonight was the big night. Harley had worked so hard on her princess costume, making it from scratch. You decided you’d be a fairy, to which she obliged, getting to work on your dress as well. To say you were fortunate to have Harley as a girlfriend was an understatement. 

Sometimes the kids that lived in the same building would stop by to trick or treat, maybe there wasn’t as many visitors as you’d have if you lived in your own house, but either way it was fun. 

Harley loved to give out candy with you and eat some of it, though she always tells you it wasn’t her, even with chocolate stains on the corners of her mouth. It was kind of cute. “Why do your lips taste like starbursts then?” You’d tease her, raising an eyebrow as you looked for her response. She’d only shrug, making an “I don’t know” expression. 

There was glitter everywhere, pink glitter coming from Harley’s train dress, sparkling all across the kitchen and dining area. You were nothing short of your own mess, before you could tease her about it, there was lilac glitter mixed into it as well. 

The dresses were surely beautifully handmade by your beloved, but there was no way out of the mess. Harley jumped around when she heard the first knock at the door. “Treaters!” She squealed out as she ran towards the entrance. Yanking the candy bowl off the table next to the door, dropping a few candies in the process. Jerking the door open, she greeted the strangers before her, eagerly wanting to address each one. 

You placed the pan of Halloween cookies on the kitchen counter, looking back to Harley as she passed out the candy, taking her time to compliment each kid and even hold a tiny conversation with them. All of which made you smile. 

Even after all she’s been through, Harley still found the way to stay positive and spread kindness to those who seemed defenseless. She still had the more wholesome moments you were able to see, such as these.

Waving to each visitor goodbye, she closed the door shut, setting the bowl aside and looked for you. As you stood next to the kitchen island, head sideways as you admired your beloved. Harley galloped to you with her ear to ear grin, her arms latched onto you as she squealed in excitement. “Did ya see Maleficent!?” She looked to you with her wide full-of-love eyes. 

You looked to her in awe of her overwhelming joy, nodding up and down as a laugh descended from your lips. It was then that there was a knock on the door again. “Come on!” Harley exclaimed as she tugged your arm to come with her. “Harley! The pizza’s still in the oven darling!” 

Shuddering as you remembered the last time you two tried to cook the Italian delight, there were sprinklers going off in the building and in the end, you both had to order take out. 

Harley swung open the door, looking around eagerly to the new set of trick or treaters. “Boba Fett, Sleeping beauty, a vampire countess, a pirate and a wolf!” She shifted her gaze to each one, her smile seemed to increase as she guessed each one. You surrendered the candy into each open bag, giving the treaters a wink as Harley complimented their costumes.

“Okay Harley come on, they’ve got to get to the next door.” You pulled her by her arm as you both dismissed the smiling faces. Both looking to each other with brimming faces. “You know Ms. Quinn, you happen to be the prettiest princess I’ve ever seen.” Harley smiled wide as she heard your compliment “And you Ms. Quinn are the prettiest fairy I’ve ever known to exist!” Harley pressed her lips against your cheek, over and over until you were covered in pecks. 

You were in awe of her use of her last name of you, your cheeks pestered themselves in pink as she kissed you repeatedly. “Well then I guess we just kinda go together don’t you think?” You winked to the pink dressed princess. “I never second guessed it” Harley pulled you into a kiss, pouring all her admiration of you into your lips. It was nothing less of how she usually initiated kisses, but nevertheless, it was always something you yearned for.

It didn’t take long for the beeping to alert you of the readiness of your dinner. Your eyes fluttered open, looking to Harley with big eyes. “Pizza” You murmured as you leaped over the side of the coffee table and made your way into the kitchen.

[mikotyzini]

Ok, I wrote a goofy Harlivy oneshot.  

[smt-obsessed]

Harley Quinn

☆ 28 ☆ enfp ☆ cancer ☆ 5'6 ☆

Each symbol portrays a different genre.

💋= smut, 🚨= angst, 👑= darkfic,

🩹= sickfic, 🧸= fluff, 🌦= hurt/comfort

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HEADCANNONS

Nothing yet...

ONE-SHOTS

Nothing yet...

SERIES

Nothing yet...

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✰Masterlist✰

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[batfam-fanfics]

The Grief Button by Novaviis

1 Chapter - 3426 words

In the first months after his adoption, Bruce takes Dick to therapy to deal with the trauma of his parents' murder. Only the eight year old doesn't seem to want to cooperate.

(@novaviis)

[violent138]

[lalasworld2x]

Home

Reader x Harley Quinn Imagine

You always knew Harley was a horrific criminal that had once long worked with THE Joker, but that somehow didn’t bother you. At least not anymore.

You first met when you had just arrived in Gotham. It was the only place close enough and cheap enough to live. And growing up with a crazy conspiracy theorist dad somehow convinced you that all the chaos Hotham was famous for just wasn’t as bad as it was portrayed. God, you were so dead wrong. The DAY you had moved into your new apartment, The Riddler struck. You were so fucking scared, it was comical.

Of course you never felt safe. But it would have to suffice for now. Just for now. Very soon you hoped to skedaddle. You made it work.

One night, you exited your work building to find your tires slashed and your car robbed. Huh?? Was this a targeted attack or just a random carjacking? You didn’t want to stick around to find out. Taxi prices were a bitch in Gotham and you didn’t want to spend an arm and a leg to get home, so you walked it like a fucking pro. Determined, you speed walked so fast, a soccer mum would gasp.

On your little late journey home, some rattling occurred behind you. You took that as a sign to run. Suddenly a figured jumped in front of, jolting you back. You scuttled backwards, babbling worried apologies and offering your life. Stepped forward was a brightly dressed clown. Harley Quinn.

She leaned forward and smiled her wide, scary smile at you, canines shining. “Hiya, toots!”

You apologised frantically for getting in her way, stumbling to stand up and run. She quickly grabbed your forearm and pulled you back. You screamed for help, but she slapped a hand over your mouth. “Shh! Sh-sh-sh… I’m not gonna hurt ya.. just need a little help is all. Can you do that for me?” she whispered. You nodded quickly, already sweating.

She released you from her tight embrace, backing you against the way. She planted her hand next to your head, leaning towards you. Your heart pumped rapidly and your knees trembled, ready to give way any second.

“I’m hiding from Bats. I don’t know if you noticed, but this isn’t my usual look! I’m trying something new, and hopefully that bird brain doesn’t notice my outfit’s changed,” she explained.

“Okay, what do you need me for?” your voice tried hard not to stammer.

“Just pretend like we know each other personally. I’m just wearin’ a Halloween costume and you find it hot, so we’re makin’ out in an alley way,” she giggled. You gulped. There was no denying she’s always been an attractive woman, but she’s also like a major criminal? Also, The Joker is DEFINITELY gonna have your throat for this if he ever finds out your identity. It’s not like Harley knows who you are, but that didn’t stop your paranoia.

“Uh- aren’t you with Joker? Wouldn’t that be cheating…?” your face shied away.

“Joker? Nahh. Pissed him off not long ago, got him out of my sweet life. That’s why I’m startin’ fresh, wanna make a new name for myself. Hell, might even gang up with Ives and Kitty.”

The longer you looked at her beautiful face, the safer you felt. It was almost insane. You stopped shaking for the most part, but your guard was still high up. Her cheeks puffed up as she smiled, like a cute chipmunk or something. Her perfume smelt lovely too, you just hoped it wouldn’t have a negative side effect on you…

A flash of shadow swept overhead and she immediately smashed her lips into yours. The kiss was nice and sweet, lasting almost a minute. It actually felt like heaven. Your hands slowly slipped to hold her waist, and her hand met your cheek endearingly.

Finally you pulled apart, blushing hysterically. You faced down so she couldn’t see your red glow. She chuckled. “Sorry, probably should’ve warned ya first. Are you single by the way? Didn’t think to ask, hah!”

“Yeah I’m single, it’s fine… uh thank you, I guess… for not like- killing me? I think,” you had no clue what to say. What if you accidentally annoyed her? You swallowed hard. She laughed loudly, her iconic laugh possibly bringing her unwanted attention.

“I should be thanking you! Didn’t want Batsy to notice a lonely little clown wondering the streets, would’ve been thrown back inta’ Arkham!” just before she skipped off, slid something into your pocket and swatted your rear endearingly. She disappeared into the shadows, and you immediately pulled out the note she gave you.

‘Here’s my number cutie ;)

##########

Call me later, wanna see you AGAIN!

Harlz xoxo’

Your heart fluttered. There’s absolutely no way you were going to go on a date with a supervillain. No way. That’s ridiculous and stupid. You’d get yourself kidnapped way too often, and you’d probably be killed. Who knows, this may be a trap and she could be the death of you. You would not be dumb enough to date Harley Quinn, Joker’s ex.

At least that’s what you told yourself three years ago. After that first date, and the second date, and the fifth date, and the third vacation together with her gal pals, and the home bought together, and the many cats and puppies to fit in with the hyenas, it seemed PRETTY obvious you were dumb enough to date Harley Quinn.

Of course it was hard. She was always being caught and sent back to Arkham, but she always eventually came home to give you that sweet victory kiss. She never hurt you, intentionally at least. But all relationships have bumps along the way. You get along with her friends and her team, and they’d all be willing to save you the second they hear you’re in distress.

At the moment, Harley had been in Arkham for two weeks. Just yesterday you received a bouquet of red roses, some of them painted black. They had colour corresponding glitter and little chocolates stuffed between the petals. At this point you don’t even question who delivers these gifts from Harley, you’re just glad that you’re on her mind while she in prison.

You were in the midst of making some nice pasta for dinner when a knock sounded at the front door. You quickly went to check it, but nobody was in sight. You smiled and went back to the kitchen to find Harley at the kitchen window. She had her adorable face pressed against the glass, beaming at you.

“Looks like I won’t be having leftovers tomorrow,” you laughed as you opened the back door for her. She bounced into your arms, covering your skin in gleeful kisses.

“I’ve miss you, doll,” she hummed, her head resting on your shoulder. A warm embrace encompassed you both, the house finally feeling like home once again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I’m sorry this is so shit 🙏🙏 love Harley though 😋😋

Masterlist

[destinymoore05]

Warnings- Dark! Harley Quinn, Possessive and Jealous Harley, death, and violence

Harley Quinn was present at Feyd Rautha’s coming of age. She loved watching Feyd fight, his movements and fighting skills impressive to her. Of course she dressed up for the occasion with a red and black outfit to match her harlequin aesthetic. Afterwards, she expected to find Feyd waiting for her or at least looking for her. “Feydy? Hellooo! I’m gettin’ a bit impatient here!” Harley yelled across the palace as she searched around for the Na-Baron. After some moments, she finally found Feyd, with a scent unfamiliar to her that she definitely didn’t like. “Ahem, who were ya with? Huh? Some witch chick or somethin’?!” Harley huffed, her voice filled with rage and jealousy. She had taken Feyd away from her. The Bene Gesserit. She had taken him from her and Harley hated it. And if the Bene Gesserit were to have Feyd before Harley did, the thought consumed her with jealousy and rage.

“I didn’t want to, the witch invaded my mind.” Feyd reassured her, though Harley’s jealous rage was quite attractive to him. The thought of Harley potentially lashing out in rage was amusing, but unexpected. Days passed and Harley wanted answers, answers that she felt she couldn’t ask for, she had to find. Even if she had to go to extreme measures to get it. One night as Feyd slept in his chambers, Harley snuck out on her own, a blade and other weapons in hand, to violently confront the Bene Gesserit that dared try to take her Feyd from her. After some time, Harley eventually made it to the headquarters of the Bene Gesserit, her steps quiet and coordinated as she held an insane grin on her face.

“Oh goodness! It’s her!” A Bene Gesserit said, pointing to Harley, as the other Bene Gesserits looked completely surprised by her sudden yet unexpected arrival. They knew that Harley knew, and the confrontation was not pretty. Some looked terrified, some looked scared and confused, even Lady Margot looked scared, but was composed.

“You took my Feydy from me, That wasn't nice! Just because you're such a gloomy gus doesn't mean we all have to be that way.” Harley said coldly, her voice filled with rage as she held a blade in one hand in one hand and her mallet in another as she ran toward a window and broke it to symbolize her point, then moved a strand of her behind her and adjusted her mallet.

“Now that poor bitch will go back to her drab, little life, when I could've made Feyd mine FOREVER!” Harley yelled, her voice filled with possessiveness and rage as she threw her mallet and windows and decor, breaking it instantly as glass fell to the floor, her blue eyed cold glare landing straight at the Bene Gesserit who started it all, Lady Margot Fenring.

“No witches allowed near Feydy!” Harley yelled, her blade in hand as she lashed towards her, as she broke more decor and more glass, the Bene Gesserit headquarters looking more like a mess than anything else.

“Guards!” A Bene Gesserit yelled, as Harley’s psychotic grin got bigger.

“Guards? GUARDS?! They’re all dead! Just like your little friend will be when I’m done with her!” Harley taunted, pointing to the bloodied corpses of the guards who either had their throats slashed or their heads bashed in with her mallet.

She pointed to Lady Margot, as she held her blade in her hand, her jealousy and anger growing in that moment, in that moment Harley lashed out in rage and did exactly what she came there to do, sparing no mercy. Harley smiled in glee as she held the now bloodied blade, standing before the Bene Gesserit with no look of remorse, no anything.

“Say bye bye to your little friend. She’s all gone now, and will be for a long time.” Harley said tauntingly, revealing her doing before making her cue to exit, returning herself to Feyd and his chambers back on Geidi Prime.

Once she returned, the blood on Harley and her blade was definitely noticeable, as a familiar pair of arms wrapped around her, not caring if the blood was even there or noticeable. Feyd's hands gently cupped Harley’s face as he leans closer to her. “I missed you so much, my little jester of madness,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss her forehead, relishing the sensation of his touch, which she missed dearly while she was gone. He noticed the blood all over her, smirking at her as he did so.

“What did you do little mouse? You were jealous of the witch and you murdered her in cold blood, is that right my dearest Harley?” Feyd said with a smirk as he held her possessively, as Harley nodded a “yes” in response.

“She wouldn’t have lived anyway.” Feyd said again with his own psychotic smirk, playing with Harley’s pigtails in amusement.

The end (my writer’s block is back 🥲)

Tags- @psycheetamore

[mypoisonedvine]

now here’s a thought: jonathan crane being seduced by one of his patients

I WAS SERIOUSLY THINKING ABOUT THIS LIKE A JOKER/HARLEY QUINN MOMENT!! aaaand that's how it turned into basically a whole ass oneshot, oops

hook, line, and sinker - 1.6k words

warnings: manipulation, sexual themes/groping (18+ only please), fluff but with a dark-ish twist

"Sometimes I think you're the only one who understands me," you admitted shyly, biting your lip and looking down at the tile floor beneath you.

He leaned in a little closer, resting his arms on the table between you. "You know," he replied, his voice softer than you'd ever heard it though not quite a whisper yet, "sometimes I feel the same way."

You smiled as you looked up at him again, finding a new brightness in his eyes. "Really?" you beamed.

"Yeah," he agreed, laughing, "I really enjoy our little talks. I mean, sometimes I can't believe I'm getting paid to see you."

Giggling a little, you remembered the first time he let his guard down with you, just a bit; for weeks he'd easily dodged any personal questions, clearly knowing it was a slippery slope to countertransference and an inappropriate relationship. Unfortunately for him and everyone who had insisted that Arkham was the only facility you'd never be able to escape from, you knew from the beginning that you could use him.

You could smell it on him: that deep, overwhelming loneliness. You were far too familiar with it yourself to miss it in someone else. Sure, he kept it hidden under layer after layer of intelligence, professionalism, faked normalcy-- but it was there, and it was calling out for someone else to truly see him. You saw him from the second he walked in that armored door, back when they still kept you in the jacket; now, months later, you'd convinced him you weren't a threat and that he was the one in control of these sessions.

The other facilities, with their inspiration murals and their bean bag chairs, they were a breeze to break out of. You knew that Arkham Supermax was going to be an entirely new challenge, but you'd been preparing since the beginning. Each week with Dr. Crane, you got him to be a little naughtier for you-- first it was as simple as convincing him to let your sessions go long, leaving everyone else waiting as you poured your soul out for an extra half hour. Convincing him that you needed him, that only he could help you. Then it was the praise-- you're changing my life, I've had so many shrinks and you're the first that really listened, you're so incredible-- all that shit he'd probably been craving since his daddy didn't hug him enough or something.

Once you'd given him some compliments, he returned one to you: you made up some sob story about your low self-esteem just to get him to admit that you were attractive, and you took the compliment with a coy little thank you, Dr. Crane... that's high praise coming from you.

Then it was contraband, just little stuff. He snagged you an extra serving of dessert on your birthday; he brought you a copy of your favorite book, as a reward for increasingly good behavior. Sometimes you thought about just asking him straight-up for a metal file or few paperclips, but that would be risky-- you could throw away all your work if you jumped the gun too soon.

Then there was the journal... you knew, no matter how much he swore he wouldn't, that he was going to read that fucking journal. You couldn't be sure if that was always the plan, or if it was just a temptation he would eventually surrender to, but you wrote all these fucked up little fantasies in that journal and imagined how he'd have to loosen his tie when he read them.

Back in January: Dr. Crane keeps asking about my nightmares, I couldn't possibly admit that I've started having sexual dreams about him...

And then there was the entry from March: I didn't mean to upset him yesterday but he snapped at me when I was talking about my anger-- he said I wasn't taking accountability-- and when he got stern with me I felt myself getting wet, is that bad?

And the best one yet, just a few days ago: Dear diary, I swore I wouldn't tell anyone what he told me, so I won't even tell you-- but I'll just say that when Jonathan showed me his mask, I fell totally in love with him. People are always hiding who they really are, but he knows me, and now I know him, too. I know I should feel guilty, but I don't. I know we're meant for each other.

Your heart was racing as you realized it might all pay off tonight. Listening to his rambling rants about fear and society and humanity, journaling about your 'crush' like a schoolgirl, making doe-eyes at him during sessions-- it was all about to happen, you had him in your pocket.

"Sometimes, I..." he began again, looking down at your hands shackled to the table, "I think about seeing you more. When I'm not even here, I mean..."

You pretended to be surprised by that. "Really? I mean... do you think about just talking to me, or...?"

He smiled a little, his face turning a bit pinker. "Do you think about us doing more than just talking?" he turned the question on you instead.

"Doctor, I--"

"Jonathan."

You had to fight off a smirk; you reached forward across the table, jingling the chains that held you down, but they were just long enough to reach to his hands. You gently brushed your fingers over his, hearing him sigh as he opened his hand for you to place your hand in. You ran your middle finger delicately in a line along his palm, and he shuddered a bit. Hook, line, and sinker. "Jonathan," you started again in a low purr, "I think about so much more than talking."

"Do you ever think about... about if we could be together...?" he pressed, closing his grip to hold your hand. After this long of a seduction, you couldn't deny that touching him in such an innocuous way was getting you a little hot. Just because you were manipulating him didn't mean you were completely faking an attraction, he was sexy-- and gullible. You liked that in a man.

Trying to look conflicted, you glanced away. "I try not to imagine that," you explained, "it's... it's not possible, with me in here. I'm fine with this, if this is all I can get-- seeing you three times a week for our sessions, telling you things I never thought I'd tell anyone. I can be okay with that. Just knowing you feel even a fraction of what I do is like-- it's like-- I don't even know how to describe it. It's amazing."

Leaning in even more, he reached up and held your face-- tenderly, reverently-- and you shut your eyes as you leaned into his touch. "I wish I was as unselfish as you," he replied, "but I need more-- I need to really be with you."

You brought your hand up to hold his, jerking the chain a bit. "I need-- I need you, too," you mumbled. "Please, Jonathan," you begged in a whisper as you opened your eyes to meet his wanting gaze, "I wanna be yours."

He sat up and leaned over the table in a split second, kissing you hard; you had to tilt your head back to accommodate the height difference as you were still sitting, and it made it even easier for him to hold your head like they used to in those old Hollywood movies-- the ones they showed here on Thursday nights, but you weren't allowed to go because you 'didn't integrate well with the general population' or whatever.

As he kissed you, hungry but relatively reserved, it was you that took it further: carefully running your tongue over his lips, opening your mouth for him to claim, having to hold back a grin when he moaned softly against you. "Touch me," you begged him in a rare moment of reprieve from the kiss, "please-- I've wanted you to for so long--"

He groaned a little as his hand slid down to your chest, opening one button of your uniform jumpsuit; he kissed your neck as he dipped his hand inside, groping your chest underneath the fabric. Your hips naturally rocked forward in the metal chair, your deprived body desperate to be filled after almost a year of forced celibacy in this prison. "Fuck," he mumbled against your skin, tweaking a nipple between his fingers, "you know we can't-- not here--"

"I know," you purred, only barely able to reach his shoulder with your hands chained-- otherwise you'd be running your fingers through his hair, holding on to his neck, pulling him closer. "But I need you-- I don't think I've ever needed anything this much..."

He shook his head; "Me either," he admitted.

"I need to feel you inside me."

He growled, grip tightening on your breast, and you smiled proudly. "I can't just leave you here," he realized, like it was his idea. "We need to be together-- outside of this place."

"I'll go anywhere with you," you promised him.

Pulling back and looking into your eyes, he brought both his hands to your face, brushing your hair aside quickly. "If I do this for you... you have to promise me. You have to be mine."

"Can you really do that?" you wondered. "Get me out?"

"I'll find a way," he assured, "I'll do anything."

You smiled up at his determined expression, flashing your best big-wet-needy eyes at him. "Jonathan," you cooed, "I'm already yours."

[seneon]

★ 𓂃 KISS ME UNTIL MY LIPS FALL OFF.

some thoughts my mind wondered off to when i think about touya on a daily. contains fluff, tiny suggestiveness, and a lot of yapping¡ part two 🕷️ some hcs already has a fully written oneshot so you can indulge furthermore¡!

ONE .𖥔 ݁ touya definitely sits at the edge of a high-rise building, looking down and pondering upon the city as the cool air hits and plays with his hair. based on that one scene where he jumped down to burn toga's old house, if you're on the building with touya, at some point he definitely pushed you off the building. ok listen that sounds out of pocket and straight up mean but listen kay? he'll slither his arms around your waist and pull you close to him, then he'll just grab you and push you while he too, jumps off the building. it's definitely a guilty pleasure for touya to gamble his life along with the life of another person in his hands. for some reason, it's pretty romantic too... the way he'd hold you so close to him as you both fall. touya always lands perfectly with his blue flames, creating a cool effect and overall a thrilling experience for you ( you definitely did not almost shit your pants or cry your eyes out yeah ) ★ come around

TWO .𖥔 ݁ joker x harley trope. this guy might just probably love joker a ton, probably even a hugeee fan since joker's first debut in dc. he a lil crazy, js like joker for realz. and y'k what's perfect for a joker lover? a harley quinn girly. a bright, insanely cool and probably secretly obsessive possessive and just a tad bit insane girl ( that's not me tho 💔 ) ugh just imagine saying you'd die for him then you jumped into literal freaking acid and somehow still living and breathing when you don't melt off and he gets sick n tired of your shit and jumps in the acid pool to rescue and harshly kiss you after allat acid burning shi. miraculously you both survived and are reborn as whoever you guys are... living as the now psychotically villainous couple. ★ let the world burn

THREE .𖥔 ݁ touya gets the line "that boy is a real pussy pleaser" and you get "that girl is a real crowd pleaser" and it definitely matches the two of you. likeee do i even have to say anymore? oh i do? kay. you're pretty and nice and everything, often being a pleaser of the crowd and loving the attention people give you when you're in public. while touya is always behind you, following you around and scaring people with his intense sneer alone like a guard dog. in secret when you're both alone, he pleases you instead, telling you over and over again that he doesn't like it when you wear that one mini skirt in public which is only for his eyes to see. he's jealous and a bit angry, but he won't really hurt you. just a few fueling in his touch from his flames n that's all.

FOUR .𖥔 ݁ he's the one who ties and zips every single of your dresses. yeah... whether it be a corset or just a simple zip up top or something needed to do with ribbon that you can't reach. all you have to do is just walk up to him and turn your back to him. he'll immediately settle it for you, pulling you close by holding your waist then gently tying or zipping it up for you. of course, he often resists the fact that he could've just not done all of that and burn your bare back with his piercing turquoise eyes. touya makes sure to slide his fingers down your spine everytime after he's done tying your dress or zipping it up, just to give you some chills and tease you. ★ silky ribbons

FIVE .𖥔 ݁ this guy doesn't really talk or show that much love cuz he's edgy and probably wanna come off as mysterious and uncaring. but when he needs some comfort and affection, he just... puts you on his lap and hugs your entire form like you're his little teddy. touya will not utter a single word but will instead hold you tighter around the waist and lean his entire form on you. you can obviously tell a difference by his breathing when he first set you on his lap and after a few minutes in of embracing you. he'd calm down so fast with doing this. touya probably wants you to talk a lot too, just to hear your voice and perchance.. rest his eyes on your shoulders as you quietly yap about your day.

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Batquinn oneshot where Harley switches sides after joker kills Jason? Like it's the catalyst for her escaping

OOOH what a good one. i usually headcanon that harley is accepted as the arkham psych right after jason's death and joker's admission into arkham post getting almost every bone in his body broken for it BUT

i like this a lot here we go

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It's the first time Bruce has been in public since Jason's death.

Jason never liked these things. Neither has Bruce, not really, but especially now he feels the sharp sting of holding a champagne flute in one hand and holding a placid smile on his face with no one here to commiserate.

The parade of well wishers seems never ending. People coming to shake his hand and sympathize for his loss in one breath and try to talk business the next. The same people had shown Jason nothing but disdain when Bruce had adopted him; whispering about street rats like Jason belonged under the shoes.

Bruce clenches his fist, not for the first time tonight. He wants to be out on the streets. He needs to be out there. Out on patrol where he doesn't need to hide behind a tired smile.

"Hey, take it easy there, big guy."

There's a hand on his bicep and for a moment Bruce sees pure red. He barely manages to reign in a snarl as he turns to whoever just touched him-- gently. Like they actually cared. None of them actually cared--

Blonde hair swept over one pale shoulder. A red cocktail dress with a slightly garish feather boa wrapped delicately around her elbows. Red lipstick and pale blue eyes looking at him without fear.

Harley Quinn. Joker's girlfriend. What was she doing here and did that mean Joker was prowling around too? He should be in Arkham, there was no way he was fully healed from Bruce's last encounter with him--

"Hey, hey, eyes down here," Harley says, snapping her fingers in front of his face. Bruce's vision focuses back on Harley, a small smile gracing her face when he makes eye contact. "Deep breaths. He's not here, he's not coming, okay? Let's go sit down before you break that champagne flute."

She gently reaches for the glass, taking it easily from his hands and leading Bruce off to the side from prying eyes.

His mind continues to race. Was this a trap? And-- she mentioned him. She's must mean Joker but then. Did she know? If she did, how did she know? And why was she even here?

"Sit," Harley demands as they step outside into the night air.

Numbly Bruce finds himself sitting on the bench she points at, dropping himself onto the polished wood with a grunt. Harley settles in next to him, a small gap between, and begins to pick at the feathers in her boa.

"He was a good kid. He didn't deserve that."

Bruce has heard a lot of people say some variation of that all night long.

It's the first time he's actually believed someone means it.

"You know," he says in response. There's no use in denying it. He's too tired to even try.

Harley looks at him with a lopsided smile.

"Course. Who do you take me for? I've got a PhD, y'know."

Silence settles between them. Bruce doesn't know what to do. Even with her association with Joker, she wasn't involved in what happened. Bruce was clear headed enough to acknowledge that.

"I'm not with him. Anymore, I mean. We were already on a break when he left and..." she's fiddling with her boa again, red feathers falling to her feet. "You have no reason to believe me but I never wanted to hurt Jason like that."

Harley stills, taking several deep breaths.

"I never wanted to hurt you like that. But this isn't about me." - Harley stands, dusting plucked feathers off her lap. - "I just wanted you to know that."

Bruce grabs her wrist before he has time to really think about it. She starts, looking at him with wide eyes. There's going to be talk tomorrow, probably pictures in the paper.

Brucie Wayne with some new arm candy after the death of his adopted son.

Let them talk. There was no stopping the gossip mill regardless.

Harley was the only person at this gala that really saw him.

"You can stay," he whispers, releasing his grip on her wrist. "If you want."

Harley smiles, small and genuine.

"Okay, B. I will."