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urdreamydoodles · 1 month ago

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Batman Villains x Fem!Reader

You are a criminal hiding under the role of a psychiatrist in Arkham

You introduces yourself as a new psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum, but beneath your professional facade, you're also a criminal with your own agenda. During your sessions with Gotham’s notorious villains, you forms twisted, romantic relationships with them.

Characters: Joker, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Bane, Scarecrow, The Riddler, Two-Face & The Penguin

Joker

- You introduced yourself as the new psychiatrist in Arkham, armed with degrees and a mask of professionalism, hiding your true nature beneath the surface. Your sessions with the Joker began with cautious probing, dancing around his mind like any other doctor would. But the moment his cold, dark eyes met yours, you both knew it was a game—one neither of you intended to lose.

- His smile, wide and unhinged, widened further each session as he slowly unraveled your façade. You found yourself intrigued by him in ways you weren’t supposed to be. The chaos he offered was intoxicating, his unpredictable mind a puzzle you craved to solve. And while you knew the risks, you couldn’t help but draw closer to his madness. In your second session, his laughter became personal, no longer mocking Arkham's walls but meant for you.

- Joker had a way of pulling you in, teasing out the criminal lurking beneath your skin. You weren’t just a doctor—you were a kindred spirit, someone who understood his twisted view of the world. He could see it in the glint of your eyes when you spoke to him about Gotham’s hypocrisy, about the system’s flaws. And one day, as you were closing your notebook, his voice cut through the air: "You’re not one of them, doc. You’re like me."

- Your heart raced, but you played it cool, chuckling softly as if you weren’t shaken to the core. From then on, your sessions turned into something more intimate. Conversations turned into whispered secrets, truths about your past crimes, the people you manipulated to rise in the criminal underworld. Joker reveled in it, seeing the darkness he knew you were hiding. He began to speak about you in ways that made your pulse quicken, about how you could rule Gotham together, throw the city into disarray with your combined intellect and chaos.

- The tipping point came when, during a particularly charged session, he reached across the table, his gloved fingers brushing yours. There was a promise in that touch, something raw and dangerous. The lines between doctor and patient blurred completely when he pressed his lips against yours, leaving a smear of red lipstick on your mouth. You didn’t pull away—you couldn’t. Instead, you let him pull you into his world of madness, where logic twisted into a wicked kind of love.

- After that day, it wasn’t just therapy anymore. You became his accomplice, helping him from the inside, pulling strings behind Arkham’s walls. And when he finally escaped, you were right there beside him, both of you laughing at the chaos you would unleash. You weren’t just the Joker’s psychiatrist—you were his queen of madness, his partner in crime, and Gotham was yours to play with.

Harley Quinn

- When you walked into Arkham as the new psychiatrist, you were immediately drawn to her. Harley Quinn, the infamous former doctor turned criminal, sat across from you, her playful smirk never faltering. But you knew better than to take her lightly. Behind her giggles and flirtations was a woman who had once been where you were, a professional undone by obsession. Little did Harley know, you had the same spark of madness within you, hidden under the guise of professionalism.

- Your sessions with Harley were like a dance, a back-and-forth of wit and insight. She would tease you about your job, mock the way you spoke in clinical terms, but you both knew she was testing you. You always answered with a smirk of your own, showing her that you weren’t as buttoned-up as you seemed. You weren’t just here to analyze her—you were here to connect, to peel back the layers of her mind because you saw yourself in her.

- One day, during a session, she leaned in close, her eyes flickering with interest. "You know, doc, you remind me of someone." Her voice was low, almost conspiratorial, and you knew she meant herself. You chuckled, leaning back in your chair. "I’ve heard that before." She narrowed her eyes, suddenly serious. "You ain’t like the others." And she was right. You weren’t.

- You started to let bits of your real self slip through, sharing small pieces of your criminal side with her. You knew she would understand, maybe even admire it. Harley watched you carefully as you spoke about the schemes you had been part of, the power you wielded under the radar. She loved it. And before long, your sessions were less about her and more about the connection between the two of you.

- The day she kissed you was a blur of impulsive passion. After a particularly heated exchange, Harley had grabbed your tie, yanking you toward her, your lips crashing together. There was no hesitation on your part, only a thrilling sense of liberation. You were no longer pretending to be the psychiatrist, and Harley wasn’t just your patient. You were equals, two criminals playing a dangerous game of love and power.

- From that moment on, you were inseparable. You used your position to smuggle things in for her, weapons and plans for her next big heist. Harley, in return, made you feel alive in a way no one else ever could. She saw your darkness and embraced it, encouraging you to step deeper into the life you had been hiding. You became her partner in crime, but unlike the Joker, you weren’t controlling her. You were both free in each other’s chaos, equals in madness.

- The day you helped her escape Arkham was the beginning of something wild. Together, you wreaked havoc on Gotham, her unpredictable energy and your calculated cunning making you an unstoppable duo. You were Harley’s new obsession, but it wasn’t one-sided. She was yours too. You weren’t just another doctor who fell for the wrong patient—you were a criminal mastermind who found the perfect match in Harley Quinn.

Poison Ivy

- You introduced yourself to Arkham as just another psychiatrist, another cog in the system. But from the moment you sat down across from her, the infamous Poison Ivy, you knew you were dealing with someone who could see through your façade. Her green eyes were sharp, watching you with a knowing look as you asked your initial questions. You were careful, though. You knew better than to underestimate a woman like her.

- Each session was a test, a game of wits between the two of you. Ivy wasn’t like the others—you couldn’t simply manipulate her or play into her weaknesses. She was strong, both mentally and physically, her connection to nature giving her a kind of power you admired. And she could sense something off about you, something that didn’t fit with the usual Arkham doctor. You were good at hiding it, but not good enough. "You’re not just a shrink, are you?" she asked one day, a sly smile playing at her lips.

- You leaned back, meeting her gaze evenly. "And you’re not just a criminal." It was an admission, a silent agreement that you were both more than you appeared. Ivy’s curiosity grew from that moment, and so did yours. She wasn’t just another patient to you—she was a woman who had taken control of her life, her body, and the world around her. You respected her, even admired her strength, something you had always craved for yourself.

- Slowly, your conversations turned into something more intimate. You shared pieces of your own life with her, your involvement in the criminal underworld, your ability to manipulate others without them ever realizing it. Ivy listened carefully, her expression neutral, but you could tell she was interested. She liked the idea of someone who wasn’t afraid to challenge the system from the inside, someone who understood the game she was playing.

- One day, she leaned in close, her fingers brushing against your wrist, sending a strange, almost electric pulse through your skin. "You’re beautiful," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. You felt your heart skip a beat, but you didn’t pull away. You were drawn to her, to the danger, to the idea of losing yourself in her world. It wasn’t long before your professional boundaries crumbled, and you found yourself kissing her, tasting the sweet poison of her lips. It was intoxicating, like nothing you’d ever experienced before.

- From that moment on, your relationship was no longer confined to Arkham. You helped her in secret, bringing her the resources she needed, aiding her in her environmental crusades. Ivy saw the criminal in you and nurtured it, just like one of her plants. She didn’t want to control you—she wanted to empower you, and you let her. Together, you became a force to be reckoned with, a dangerous duo that Gotham wouldn’t soon forget. Poison Ivy had claimed you, body and soul, and you loved every minute of it.

Bane

- Your arrival in Arkham as the new psychiatrist was unremarkable to most, but when you were assigned to Bane, things took a darker turn. His reputation was terrifying, the man who broke the Bat, a living embodiment of strength and intelligence. But you weren’t afraid. You were drawn to him, to the power he represented, both physical and mental. You had always craved control, and Bane was the perfect subject—someone you could manipulate, or so you thought.

- Your sessions with Bane began like any other, with you trying to delve into his psyche, trying to understand the mind behind the monster. But he was different from the others. Bane wasn’t just brute strength—he was calculating, strategic, and he quickly saw through your act. He didn’t say it right away, but you could feel his eyes on you, watching, waiting for you to slip up.

- It didn’t take long for him to speak up. "You’re not here to fix me," he said one day, his voice deep and commanding. You froze, knowing you couldn’t hide from him anymore. "No," you admitted, a smirk tugging at your lips. "I’m not." You weren’t just a psychiatrist—you were a criminal, someone who had risen through Gotham’s underworld, and you wanted to understand the man who had brought the city to its knees.

- Bane respected honesty, and from that moment, your dynamic shifted. He didn’t see you as a doctor anymore—he saw you as an equal, someone with the same hunger for power that he had. You were fascinated by his mind, by the way he strategized and planned every move. He was a genius, far beyond what most people gave him credit for, and you couldn’t help but admire him.

- The tension between you grew with each session. Bane was controlled, disciplined, but you could see the way his eyes lingered on you, the way his voice softened when he spoke to you. It was subtle, but it was there. You were drawn to his strength, to the raw power he exuded, and you knew he felt the same. One day, after a particularly intense session, you found yourself standing too close to him, the air thick with unspoken desire. His hand, large and calloused, reached out to gently touch your cheek, his eyes dark with intent.

- "You are more than they realize," he murmured, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. You closed the distance between you, pressing your lips to his in a heated, dangerous kiss. There was no softness in it—only raw passion and the unspoken understanding that you were both forces of nature, bound by a mutual respect and hunger for power.

- From that day on, you were no longer his psychiatrist. You were his partner, his equal in every sense of the word. Bane trusted you in ways he trusted no one else, and you used that trust to help him plot his next move against Gotham. You were the brains behind his brawn, working together to bring the city to its knees once again. You loved him, not just for his strength but for his mind, for the way he saw the world and molded it to his will. Together, you were unstoppable, a force that no one could stand against. And you reveled in the chaos you would unleash.

Scarecrow

- When you first introduced yourself as the new psychiatrist at Arkham, you were already aware of Jonathan Crane's reputation. The master of fear, the Scarecrow, was infamous for his obsession with the mind's darkest corners. But what intrigued you wasn’t just his fixation on fear—it was the brilliance behind it, the cold, calculating intellect that twisted psychology into something deadly. You weren’t there to cure him, though. Beneath your polished exterior, you had your own darkness, your own secrets, and a hunger to learn from someone like him.

- From the first session, there was a tension in the air. Crane wasn’t like the other patients who tried to charm or manipulate you—he studied you, analyzing every word, every gesture. His voice was calm, his demeanor almost detached, but you could see the wheels turning in his mind. He knew you weren’t like the other doctors. "You’re curious," he remarked, his eyes narrowing slightly. "But not about my recovery."

- You smirked, leaning back in your chair. "No, Dr. Crane. I’m curious about your work." That was the moment he saw you for what you were—a kindred spirit, someone who wasn’t afraid of fear but fascinated by it. Your sessions became less about psychology and more about power. Crane saw potential in you, and you in him. You started talking about fear on a deeper level, about how it controlled people, how it could be harnessed and used.

- As the weeks passed, you found yourself drawn to his mind, the way he saw fear not as a weakness but as a tool. You began to share your own experiences, the times you had manipulated fear in others to get what you wanted. Crane listened, his interest piqued, and for the first time, he opened up about his own experiments, the thrill he felt when watching his victims crumble under his toxin’s effects.

- One evening, after a particularly intense session, you found yourselves standing close, too close for a professional boundary. His hand brushed against yours, sending a jolt through you. His eyes, dark and penetrating, locked onto yours. "You don’t fear me, do you?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. You shook your head, smiling. "I admire you." That was all it took. In an instant, his lips were on yours, the kiss filled with an electric tension that had been building for weeks.

- From that moment on, your relationship was no longer patient and doctor. You became his confidante, his partner in exploring the darkest aspects of the human psyche. He showed you things no one else knew about—his latest fear toxin formulas, his plans for Arkham and Gotham. You helped him, using your position to cover his tracks, to gather resources, and to watch as he slowly gained more control over the asylum.

- But it wasn’t just about fear anymore. It was about power, control, and a twisted form of love that grew between the two of you. Jonathan Crane wasn’t just your patient—he was your equal, your partner in crime, and the two of you reveled in the chaos you could create together. The city would learn to fear you both, and you’d savor every moment of it.

The Riddler

- Arkham had seen many doctors come and go, but when you introduced yourself to Edward Nygma, better known as the Riddler, he immediately knew you were different. You weren’t just another psychiatrist trying to “fix” him. No, there was something in your eyes, something calculating. You enjoyed puzzles, mysteries, and games of wit—just like he did. You weren’t there to cure him. You were there to challenge him.

- Your first session was more of a mental sparring match than a therapy session. Nygma tested you with riddles, trying to throw you off balance, to make you stumble. But you never missed a beat. Every time he threw a challenge your way, you met it with ease, answering his riddles with a smirk. "Impressive," he said, leaning back in his chair. "But you’re hiding something, aren’t you, doctor?"

- You tilted your head, feigning innocence, but you both knew he was right. Edward Nygma thrived on solving puzzles, and you were a puzzle he wanted to crack. But what he didn’t realize was that you were just as much a player in this game as he was. As the sessions progressed, you began to drop hints, letting him see glimpses of the criminal mind beneath your professional exterior. It fascinated him, the idea that you weren’t just there to help, but that you had your own agenda.

- One day, during a particularly charged conversation about Gotham’s elite and their weaknesses, Nygma leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "You’re like me, aren’t you? You see the world for what it is—a game. And we’re the ones smart enough to win." You didn’t deny it. Instead, you smiled, leaning closer. "Maybe I am."

- That was the turning point. From then on, your sessions were no longer about his rehabilitation—they were about planning. You shared your own insights into Gotham’s corruption, its flaws, its riddles. Nygma loved it. You became partners, planning your own schemes from inside Arkham’s walls. You used your position to feed him information, to help him plot his escape and his next big move.

- The chemistry between you grew with every session, the tension crackling between the two of you like static. It all came to a head one night when, after hours of trading riddles and plotting, Edward stood and crossed the room, pulling you close. "I always did enjoy a good mystery," he whispered before his lips met yours in a fierce, possessive kiss.

- After that, you were inseparable. You weren’t just partners in crime—you were lovers, bound by a shared intellect and a thirst for control. Nygma trusted you in a way he trusted no one else, and you used that trust to help him execute his plans, bending Gotham to your will. Together, you were unstoppable, a pair of masterminds who thrived on chaos and complexity. The city was your playground, and every riddle, every challenge, only brought you closer.

Two-Face

- When you walked into the room for your first session with Harvey Dent, you knew you weren’t meeting the famed district attorney Gotham once adored. No, you were staring at a man who had been broken by fate, his face a stark reminder of the chaos that ruled his life now. But you didn’t flinch. You introduced yourself calmly, sitting across from him like you would any other patient, knowing full well you had your own reasons for being here.

- Two-Face sized you up immediately, his scarred eye twitching slightly as he watched your every move. "Why are you here?" he asked, his voice low and suspicious. You smirked, leaning back in your chair. "Maybe I’m just curious about how someone like you thinks," you replied coolly. He chuckled darkly, flipping his coin in the air. "No one’s ever *just curious* about me, doll."

- Your sessions were a constant tug-of-war. Harvey’s dual nature fascinated you—how he constantly struggled between his desire for justice and the dark side that had overtaken him. You, too, had a duality hidden beneath the surface. You played the part of the psychiatrist well, but beneath that, you were a criminal, drawn to chaos just like him. And as much as he tried to intimidate you, you didn’t back down, and he noticed.

- Harvey respected your strength. The more you pushed back, the more interested he became. He saw something in you, something different from the other doctors who had tried to “fix” him. One day, after a particularly heated session, he tossed the coin in the air, catching it in his palm before smirking. "You know, I’ve got a feeling you’re not so innocent yourself." You met his gaze evenly. "What if I’m not?" That was the moment you saw the shift in his eyes—the dual sides of Harvey Dent were no longer fighting each other, they were intrigued by you.

- It wasn’t long before your relationship took a darker, more intimate turn. One night, after hours of discussing Gotham’s corruption and his place in it, Harvey stood from his chair and crossed the room, pulling you close. The kiss was rough, almost desperate, as if he was trying to claim you as his, but you didn’t resist. You wanted it, wanted him. There was something thrilling about the danger, the unpredictability that came with Two-Face.

- From that moment on, you were his partner in more than just therapy. You helped him plan, working from within Arkham’s walls, aiding him in gathering resources for his next move against Gotham. You fed into both sides of him—the one that craved order and the one that loved chaos. Two-Face trusted you in a way he hadn’t trusted anyone since his fall, and together, you were unstoppable. His coin may have decided fate, but you held the real power in your hands, manipulating the outcome to suit your shared goals. You were drawn to the danger, and with Two-Face by your side, you reveled in the chaos.

The Penguin

- As you introduced yourself to Oswald Cobblepot in Arkham, you could feel his eyes assessing you from head to toe. The Penguin was a man who built his empire on manipulation, control, and knowing exactly who to trust—and who to use. But you weren’t just another psychiatrist walking into his cell. You had your own agenda, and the second you sat down, you knew Penguin would be a challenge worth taking on.

- Oswald wasn’t subtle. "So, what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a dump like this?" he sneered, the cane in his hand tapping the ground softly. You smiled, unphased by his attempt to unnerve you. "Just trying to understand what makes you tick, Mr. Cobblepot." He chuckled, clearly amused. "Is that so? Or are you here for something a little more… profitable?" He had you pegged, and you didn’t deny it. Penguin wasn’t someone who responded to weakness. He respected ambition, and you had plenty of it.

- The sessions became a delicate dance. You learned quickly that Penguin wasn’t just a gangster—he was a mastermind, always ten steps ahead of everyone else in the room. He loved the game, the power plays, the manipulation. And you knew how to play the game just as well. Every conversation with him was layered with unspoken meaning, your words carefully chosen to show you weren’t just another Arkham shrink. Oswald began to respect you, intrigued by your sharp mind and your ability to keep up with him.

- It wasn’t long before the lines blurred between professional and personal. Penguin’s calculating gaze would linger on you a little too long, his smirks becoming something more suggestive. "You’ve got a real talent for this," he’d say during one of your sessions, his voice low and dripping with amusement. "Maybe you should be working for me instead of this place." You didn’t disagree. In fact, the idea thrilled you. Gotham’s underworld was where you truly belonged, and Penguin saw it.

- One evening, after a particularly intense conversation about Gotham’s crime families, Oswald stood, walking around his desk with that unmistakable limp. He stood close, closer than ever before, his hand gently brushing your arm. "You and me, we could run this town," he whispered, his eyes dark with ambition and something more. You felt the electricity between you, the pull of power and attraction, and when he leaned in, you didn’t pull away. The kiss was slow, deliberate, and filled with the promise of what could come.

- After that, you were no longer just his psychiatrist. You became his confidante, his right hand, and eventually, his lover. Together, you plotted his rise back to the top, using your position in Arkham to gather information and pull strings. Penguin admired your cunning, your beauty, and your ambition. You weren’t just someone he used—you were someone he trusted, and in his world, that was more valuable than anything.

- You found yourself falling deeper into Gotham’s criminal underworld, by his side. Oswald respected your mind as much as your beauty, and you thrived in the power he gave you. The city became your playground, and together, you schemed to take it all. Penguin may have been a ruthless crime lord, but with you, he was something more—an equal. And together, no one could stand in your way.

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hxney-lemcn · 11 months ago

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Affections + First Kiss — General! Scarecrow, Riddler, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Catwoman x gn! reader

summery: affection and first kiss headcanons.

tw: mentions of abuse (physical and verbal), mentions of toxic dynamics

a/n: I've never wrote headcanons for multiple characters in one thing before, so enjoy! I love them all.

wc: 2k

Master List

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Scarecrow

❥Jonathan wasn’t used to a kind touch. Being bullied growing up, being beaten by the bat. No, all he knew was the harsh touch of a fist. The relentless shoves. The purpling of bruises that always showed after. The red blood that would drip from his nose. The burning hatred that steadily grew towards those who wronged him.

❥So when you came into his life, he would flinch if you raised a hand. He would unconsciously back away. The warmth in his heart that you stirred was unusual to him, a feeling he’s never felt towards anyone. He was used to the bitterness after an interaction, not longing.

❥You eased him into it. Only when you two started dating did he ever think twice about your touch. He knew you held back your affections. He watched you lift a hand up, only to bring it back down to your side. And to Jon, that meant the world. He felt relief when you didn’t push him into uncomfortable territory, and he respected you all the more for it.

❥Although a part of him wished you would hold him. Touch him. He wondered if your skin felt as soft as it looked. Though he also feared that your touch would sting, and the comfort you brought would be no more. No, he would never reach out first.

❥Starting out slow, he let you hold his shoulder. No matter how careful you’ve been for however long, you slipped slightly. It was a gesture not many think twice about. Holding onto someone's shoulder as you look over them, holding onto them for balance. It was only when you felt him tense under you, his ramblings pausing, that you realized your mistake. Yet, Jon had only reassured you that you did nothing wrong.

❥Having realized that Jon seemed to open your touch, you continued. Lightly brushing your hands, shoulder touches, even just sitting closer. It was like you were single handedly rewiring Jon’s brain, teaching him that not all touch hurts. That he too deserves a kind hand. The flinching had dulled, and he would even look forward to you being near him.

❥So when you finally got to kiss him? He was a dead man. You got him hook line and sinker. I hope you weren’t expecting to leave him any time soon, because after you opened him into a world of warm affection, he doesn’t want to let go.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Riddler

❥Touch is a big no no. Similar to Jonathan, Edward had been bullied from a young age. Teased and ridiculed, shoved and hit. If not from his peers, then from his own father. His world was cruel for as long as he could remember. In fact, his brain started to warp, perceiving the hits as a form of love, no matter how hard he tried to deny it.

❥Edward Nygma is a touch starved man. He longs for the comforts others seem to get so seamlessly. Yet at the same time, he doesn’t want anyone touching him. Tap his shoulder if you dare.

❥You were no different, at first. You quickly caught on to his distaste of touch when he reprimanded someone for getting a little too friendly with him. But you managed to weasel your way into his estranged heart. With how respectful and kind you were, he quickly found himself ensnared with your affection. Even hands free you managed to boost his ego and make him feel, should he dare say, loved for. You gave him praise that he had longed for, which earned you a seat right by his side.

❥It was also partly to keep a closer eye on you. Part of him preened at your praise, and another was weary. Why were you so kind? He was a well known criminal, he knew better than to just believe you were doing it out of the kindness of your heart. Y’know the saying, keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

❥I honestly don’t know how you deal with it. He always tries to catch you off guard with a riddle or puzzle. He pushes you away by ridiculing you and belittling you. Yet you won’t stop. You keep spilling his praises, and it’s so baffling to him. Yes, he is the smartest man in the world, but you managed to become a riddle. Good luck now.

❥When you first touched him, it was an innocent hug. He had managed to pull off a heist and got away from Batman without a scratch! Of course he had no doubts about his success, you didn’t either. When he got back to the hideout, you were clapping while singing his praises. Edward felt on top of the world, adrenaline rushing through his veins. When your arms wrapped around him, your scent clouding his thoughts, your warmth leaching into him, he found himself reciprocating.

❥Now, whether your dating or you’re just friends, it matters little to the green clad man. You had given him a taste of a touch he’s always longed for. And he realized that he’s more comfortable around you than he’d like to admit. He never reaches out first, but he’ll never turn you down if you want to hold his arm.

❥His teasing towards you turns lighter, just as his heart feels. So when you finally seal the deal with a kiss, he’ll make sure you never slip through his fingers.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Harley Quinn

❥She will smother you with affection right out the bat. Hugs, hand holding, kisses, you name it. You don’t even have to date her for her to leave a smooch on your lips. Harley Quinn easily trusts people, and you’re no exception. She finds comfort in touch, so why should she deny herself it? She also finds it expresses her genuine affection for you in ways she couldn’t verbalize.

❥If you don’t like PDA, please tell her right away. She doesn’t understand it, I mean why wouldn’t you want to show your love to the world? But she also doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable, so if you wanna keep it behind closed doors, she’ll try her best. But don’t be too surprised if she sneaks in a little smooch or hug if no one’s looking.

❥Harley Quinn is one of the most affectionate rogues out there. But it’s not always sunshine and rainbows with her. She had been in a seriously abusive relationship, and you have to help her remember that she doesn’t have to walk on eggshells around you. That no matter the argument, you won’t raise your hand to strike her. It takes her a long time to come out of that headspace, if ever. It’s a good thing you’re by her side to help coax her into healthier practices.

❥If we want to get a little darker, Harley may try to treat you like the Joker treated her. It’s scary to see her go from bubbly to dark. Her features twisted into a wicked sneer as she asks that you’ll never leave her. That no matter what, you’ll always love her. During these moments, you gotta stand up for yourself. She’s trying to gain a sense of control she never felt in her previous relationship, and you have to make her snap out of it. When she comes to and realizes what she just did, the look of utter terror in her eyes is the most heart wrenching thing. She’ll sob, pleading that she didn’t mean to, that she never wanted you to go through that, that she’s terrified of becoming him.

❥Please hug her, kiss her, squeeze her gently. She loves it. All Harley wants is to be loved and to love, and getting affection shows her how genuine you are and is the biggest comfort for her. Feeling your warmth, feeling the softness of your skin, it brings her peace.

❥The first time you made the first move to kiss Harley, she nearly did a backflip. Her little sugar plum made the first move! I hope you didn’t have anything planned, because Harley won’t let you go for the rest of the day.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Poison Ivy

❥I’m not sure how you weren’t just killed or turned into one of her goons. She’s not one for humanity. She keeps a sharp eye on those who dare tread into her territory. There’s no way to beat around it. She drugs you, finding out what your true intentions are. It has to be something she deems worthy enough to keep you around. She barely puts up with Harley as it is.

❥Once you gain your free will again, you have to continuously prove your loyalty. Of course she can guarantee it herself if she has to, but you’ve managed to catch her eye. So prove your worth to her, prove that her interest in you isn’t just a mistake. It will take a long time. She’s been wronged one too many times, and she won’t make that mistake again.

❥Even if you manage to gain her trust, she won’t drop her walls around you. Though she’s a bit nicer. Ivy knows that a person works better with praise, but she also means it deep down. She doesn’t say what she doesn’t mean, so don’t take her words for granted. Not that you really can when her perfume scent always seems to cloud your senses.

❥You let Ivy make the first move when it comes to touch. For a seductress, she won’t touch you if she doesn’t have to. Not to mention the toxins that fill her blood. Who knew if one tap on her shoulder meant your certain doom…but maybe that was a bit of the thrill you loved when being by her side. Though you’ve seemed to find a small soft spot in her heart, right next to Harley Quinn. She wouldn’t tell you that though, best to leave you on your toes lest you get too comfortable.

❥After going so long without a single touch from the green goddess, when she started playing with your hair, you found yourself seizing up. Ivy brushed her fingers through it so gently, yet all you could wonder is if it was finally over. If she grew bored of you, or if she started to find you bothersome. But her gentle reassurances lulled you. Her warm voice and gentle hands relaxed you. It was then that you realized her affections for you ran deeper than she led on.

❥You’re first kiss was electrifying. That underlying thrill that your life was held in her hands. That she killed men with the very action she committed tenderly with you. Yet deep down you knew she wouldn’t hurt you.

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❥It's not easy catching her attention. She won’t settle for less than perfection. She is catwoman after all, she has a reputation to uphold. So when she looked at you, and I mean really looked at you, she decided why not have a little fun? Whether you’re a villain, anti-hero, vigilante, or civilian, she’ll take time out of her busy schedule to drop by.

❥She likes to give mixed signals. It keeps you far enough for her to feel in control, yet it also satiates her hunger. She’ll lean in real close, only to grab something from behind you type of beat. She loves to watch you become a stuttering mess, but she doesn’t mind if you banter back. It’s all a part of the fun.

❥No matter how close you seem to get, you’re somehow still a mile away from Selina. She slips away from your affection without you even realizing it. She always turns the moment into a suggestive one. If she left it tender, then it would be too real. It takes time for her to warm up to you and really trust you.

❥If anything, the first kiss happens before anything truly tender. The kiss catches you both off guard, neither sure who started it. Selina tries to wrap it into something that doesn’t make her heart stutter. Tries to turn it suggestively like she always does, but with the way you tenderly hold her cheeks, she feels herself melt. Finally, she succumbs to these feelings you managed to stir within her, and she isn’t sure if she wants to thank you or curse you out. Maybe she’ll settle for a dinner, tab on you of course.

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blakeswritingimagines · 2 years ago

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Who fell first and who fell harder

Joker: You fell first and harder

Harley Quinn: She fell first and harder

Catwoman: She fell first and harder

Riddler: He fell first but you fell harder

Penguin: He fell first and harder

Scarecrow: You fell first but he fell harder

Deathstroke: You fell first and harder

Bane: He fell first but you fell harder

Mr Freeze: He fell first and harder

Two-Face: He fell first but you fell harder

Poison Ivy: You fell first but she fell harder

Killer Croc: You fell first and harder

#joker x reader #harley quinn x reader #catwoman x reader #riddler x reader #penguin x reader #scarecrow x reader #deathstroke x reader #bane x reader #mr freeze x reader #two face x reader #poison ivy x reader #killer croc x reader #dc #dc hcs #dc headcanon

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capr1pengu1n · 10 months ago

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You're bleeding magic out somehow

Summary: Basically Edward shares you with Harley, pure porn guys. Warnings: smut 18+, threesome (everyone is bisexual lmao), fingering (reader receiving), cunnilingus (reader giving), praise and degradation, dom! Edward and dom! Harley (switch Harley if you squint), rough sex, one slap, leather glove kink (sorry) Words: 3.1k ----------------------------------------------------

“I told you, she’s a doll isn’t she?”

You didn’t have to look at Edward to know he was smirking as he spoke, the selfish pride in his voice palpable as he presents you like one of his trophies. You’d been together for a while, and you thought he would have kept your relationship a secret from the malevolent underworld he operates in, and perhaps he had for the most part.

“You really weren’t kiddin’” came the other voice in the room, and your eyes dart from the floor to finally take in the unexpected guest. Harley. “How in the hell did ya manage that, Eddie?”

Edward lets out a scoff, his gloved hand squeezing at the side of your waist. “Oh please, she’s dating the unchallenged mastermind of Gotham City, I’d say she was the lucky one.”

Harley didn’t seem to be paying attention to his self-aggrandizing words, instead her eyes were firmly on you. She stepped closer a little, her head tilting and causing some wispy strands of blonde hair to fall across her face. You certainly hadn’t expected anyone else to be here when Edward had texted you the location of whatever warehouse he was scheming in; you figured he wanted you to help him blow off some steam, so being confronted with the Harley Quinn when you entered was certainly a rush.

“You really are a pretty one ain’t ya?” she says with a giggle, reaching out and tilting your chin up slightly. Her heeled boots meant she could look down on you a little, and it causes the heat to burn in your cheeks.

“Harley just complimented you darling, I hope you haven’t forgotten your manners.” Edward says condescendingly, causing you to quickly thank her for her kindness.

“Awe, how well trained,” she smirked, the way they both were talking to you was clearly having an effect; both a knot in your stomach and a growing heat between your legs. “You like girls, sugar?”

Edward laughed softly at her comment, and your eyes widened a little before nodding your head.

“Perfect,” she almost purrs, before suddenly walking past you both like she hadn’t reduced you to a flustered mess with little to no effort. “You know, you could really do with some couches in here Eddie, there ain’t nowhere comfy.”

“There’s a desk and a chair, what else do I need when I’m navigating problems you couldn’t possibly hope to understand- “

“Well, I guess that’ll have to do” she cuts him off, causing Edward’s jaw to clench a little. You couldn’t suppress the little smile that played on your lips at their interactions. “Get over here dollface.”

It took you a moment to realise she was talking to you, and with a nod of Edward’s head in approval you walk over to his desk, standing in front of Harley. She hums a little as she looks over you again, her hand softly tracing your hip almost absentmindedly.

“As soon as Eddie told me he had you all to himself, I did get a little jealous” she says with another giggle, her hand rising from your hip to your waist. “And I’d love to have a little fun with ya, but if you don’t wanna, you tell me now. Understood?”

Her tone had become more serious, and you understood she was clearly seeking your consent. To describe the scenario as a dream come true would be an understatement, so you didn’t hesitate to tell her you wanted it.

“Don’t think she’ll have free reign over you though” Edward’s voice cuts through the tension between you and Harley, as he comes up behind you and leans near your ear, “I’ll make sure you don’t forget who you really belong to.”

He pushes you forward a little, causing you to stumble against Harley, your chests practically pressed against each other. You could smell the sickly-sweet perfume on her as she captures your lips in a kiss. It was like she was trying her best to start slow, but she just couldn’t resist running her tongue over your bottom lip, eliciting a gasp from you. Taking this opportunity of weakness, Edward’s hand firmly grabs at your hips as he trails kisses along your neck and towards your shoulder. Trying your best to stay still and not shiver, you do your best to match Harley’s intensity as you hold on to the tops of her arms. However, it was like the wind had been knocked out of you when you felt your skirt move and a hand cup your clothed cunt.

“Harleen,” Edward mumbles a little harshly against your neck, “Do you truly have so little patience?”

Harley just laughs softly, giving you a soft slap on your clit before pulling her hand away and holding both up in a mock surrender. “Can ya blame me? She’s just gorgeous.”

“I suppose you have a point,” he says, “I’m guessing she was already wet?”

“Soaked.”

“What a needy girl.”

The way they spoke like you weren’t even there, embarrassingly causes you to have to bite your lip to hold in a whimper, your thighs pressed tight together.

“Come on Eddie, the poor thing is dyin’ on us.” she laughs, almost mocking. You turn slightly to look up at Edward, hoping the pleading in your eyes will convince him to move more at Harley’s pace. He scoffs, but you can see the trace of a smirk on his lips.

“Alright, only because a guest is here. I can’t have you getting spoilt now, can I?” and with a smack on your ass, he instructs you to sit on the desk. You watch as he whispers something to Harley, before she nods and stands between your legs. Her hands move up your thighs, excitement bubbling in your chest before she swiftly digs her nails in and drags them, enough to leave a mark. You gasp, hands gripping the edge of the desk at the sudden sting.

“So ya have something to remember me by.” She says teasingly, before hooking her fingers under your panties and pulling them down roughly. Red and black painted nails smooth over the marks on your thighs, before flipping your skirt to ensure you were fully on display to the two pairs of eyes that were on you.

“So pretty…” she whispers softly, before bringing her hand up and gently starting to circle your clit. At the same time, Edward moves to stand next to Harley, your right thigh separating the two criminals. He tugs your shirt up, exposing your bra and roughly groping your chest; quite the contrast to Harley’s more gentle ministrations.

As her fingers move a little faster against your throbbing clit, she makes the remark “you ain’t even taken off your gloves” to Edward. He meets your eyes and smirks before he replies.

“Oh trust me my dear, she likes it. Watch.”

He brings his hand up to your chin, holding it for a moment before pressing his thumb into your mouth. The feeling of the leather in your mouth makes you moan softly, sucking like the obedient girl you were for him. You heard Harley laugh, as Edward forced his thumb in deeper, before pulling it out and giving your cheek a gentle slap.

Not being given much time to react, you felt Harley’s finger against your entrance before she plunged it in roughly. On instinct your thighs move to close, before she uses her other hand to yank them apart again and snap “stay”. Before you can truly register the pleasure, she has two fingers deep inside you, setting a rough but steady pace. As your noises grow more frequent, Edward’s hand comes to rest on your throat, not yet squeezing. The sloppy sounds of your wet cunt were loud and cause your face to flush, your eyes darting away to instead look at the two super-villains watching you fall apart for them; Edward’s eyes laser focused on Harley’s fingers going in and out of you, and it makes you whimper at the sight. His eyes snap up to yours, before he leans in to kiss you.

“Enjoying yourself? I suppose someone like you was made to be the centre of attention,” he taunts against your lips, reveling in the pitiful nod you give him. He tightens his grip on your neck, causing a shaky gasp and your cunt to tighten.

“Damn, she got tight when you choked her. Do it again,” Harley ordered, a wicked smile on her face.

“I don’t take orders from you.” Edward mutters in a prideful manner, but he couldn’t resist tightening his grip again. A satisfied grin was plastered on his face when you elicit the same response, your knuckles going white as you grip the desk for what felt like your life.

“Awe, ain’t you such a little whore.” Harley taunts in an excited manner; she truly looks like the kitten whose got the cream as she makes you writhe and moan at her touch. She starts to curl her fingers inside you, getting you more worked up as your hips attempt to buck up with each thrust. Your eyes are drawn away from Harley to Edward as you notice how invested he is in the sight in front of him. As much as he’s trying to hide it, he’s clearly affected by the sight of Harley finger-fucking his girlfriend on his desk, his bulge straining against his suit trousers. With a shaky sigh, you meet his eyes, and he knows you’re getting close.

“You want to cum?” he asks, moving his hand from your throat to toy with your clit, Harley’s rough pace never slowing as you pathetically babble that you need to. “Well, I suppose you should beg Harley, shouldn’t you? And make sure you’re polite.”

You immediately start begging, looking at Harley through watery eyes as you do your best to convince her of your desperation. A smirk plays on her lips as she watches you intensely.

“Awe sugar, you got the cutest lil’ voice when you beg” she says in a saccharine sweet tone, “I don’t know if I believe ya.”

You whine. Loudly. “Please Harley I-I’ll do anything please I just…need to cum, please.”

“Anything?” she growls out, and somehow manages to thrust her fingers faster. She laughs in your face as you nod, “I’ll be nice to ya, cum on my fingers then.”

As she gives you permission, Edward circles your clit faster, causing you to cry out and cum all over her hand. You feel your hair stick to your face as your chest heaves, Harley’s fingers leaving your pussy with an embarrassingly wet noise. She immediately brings her fingers to her mouth, sucking them in a lewd manner and winking.

“Delicious.”

Edward’s gaze lingers on the show for a little bit too long, before he looks back at you.

“Look at the mess you’ve made, so dirty” he patronises, running his hand over the wetness of your inner thigh, tracing the nail marks Harley left with his index finger, “I hardly think it’s fair that you get to have all of the fun, hm?”

You nod obediently, eager to please them both which delights Edward’s possessiveness.

“You could fuck her here Eddie,” Harley begins, tapping your oversensitive clit, “while I get to fuck her mouth. Whatcha think?”

“Perfect, are you alright with that darling?” he asks you, and once you give consent he tugs you off the desk and gives you a grin, “Right, you bend over. Harley, get comfortable.”

As you do as he says, you can feel butterflies in your stomach at the excitement. You and Edward have done some very kinky things, but to get to partake in a threesome with, in your humble opinion, the hottest and most dangerous woman you think you’ve ever seen was making your breath heavy and your skin hot. Bending over the desk, you watch in awe as Harley jumps up on the desk and slides her black and red shorts down her legs, leaving her thigh high socks on. Your eyes are glued to her body, and you even hear Edward mutter a laboured “christ…” as she puts on a show of taking her underwear off.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” She teases with a wink, before sitting and getting comfortable with her cunt right in front of your face. You push your head forward, before she presses her fingers to your forehead, holding you back and making you let out an involuntary whine.

“Not until he’s inside ya sugar, you alright back there Eddie? Something distracting ya from fucking your little doll?”

You hear him grumble some variation of “shut up”, and you bite your lip to suppress the giggle bubbling up in you at the sound of him flustered. All thoughts vanish from your head though when you feel him press against you, rubbing up and down and catching on your clit. You try and grind backwards, leading him to slap your ass harshly.

“I’m in control, remember?” he says harshly, and due to the circumstances it’s hard to tell who he’s actually speaking to. Finally, he sinks into you slowly, letting you savour every inch as you gasp and keen beneath him. Once he’s inside you, he pulls back and slams back into you, causing you to lurch forward and luckily this time, Harley lets you start to lick at her pussy. You arch your back a little as he starts to set the pace, at the same time that Harley tangles a hand in your hair. Eyes closing, you can barely handle the sensations that are wracking through your body with each snap of his hips, each tug of your hair to guide your tongue to where she needs you.

The blonde’s voice sounds angelic to your ears, her moans getting higher whenever you drag your tongue a certain way. You try your best to maintain a good rhythm, but it’s hard when your being fucked in just the right way by your criminal boyfriend. Feeling his fingers digging in to your hips, you realise he’s taken his gloves off; opting to reach under your skirt to bruise you with how tight he’s holding on. Sucking her clit softly, you’re graced with another high-pitched moan from Harley, her grip on your hair tight.

“Fuck…you’re just perfect ain’t ya?” she slurs out, bucking her hips into your face. All you can do is moan softly into her cunt, resting your hands on her thighs to stabilise yourself.

“Made for this, weren’t you? Being used like a toy by two criminals.” Edward grunted, moving his hand to knead the soft skin of your ass. You nod as best you can against Harley cunt and let out a soft noise of embarrassment at his words, gripping her thighs a little tighter almost as your small revenge for her marking you earlier. She doesn’t seem to mind, still whining at the movement of your tongue.

“How cute, you like that baby? Gotham’s best and baddest fuckin’ ya dumb?”

“Of course she does, look at her. How pathetic.”

Fuck you can barely breathe with how turned on you are, their taunts somehow making you even wetter and your eyes to roll back even more. Time seems to be an illusion you can’t process, how long had they been fucking you?

“Such a filthy girl.”

You’re barely sure you can even register which of them just said that, your brains leaking out of your ears. Snapping partly back to reality, Harley pushes you further against her as her whimpers get more breathy. You can tell she’s getting close, so you try your best to maintain the rhythm of your tongue, wanting nothing more than for her to finish.

“Just like that sugar…gonna make me cum, yeah?” she manages to stutter out, her grip in your hair brutal, not that you mind. You could only imagine that you’d heard a chorus of angel’s singing from heaven when Harley cums all over your face, her voice desperate and powerful and stunning. Lapping up her cum as best as you could, she finally releases you, your face now half against the desk as you were still getting railed.

“I suppose you deserve a reward then, for making Harley feel good hm? Do you want the…fuck…the privilege of me finishing inside of you?” he growls at you, grabbing your hand and shoving it between your legs, “Tell me. Tell me how much you need the riddler to cum inside you.”

The combination of being allowed to touch yourself, Edward’s brutal pace and Harley looking down at you was proving to be too much. You stutter out how much you need him, how grateful you were, all the things that stroked his already inflated ego as his thrusts seem to go even deeper. You feel that you’re on a knife edge, so close to cumming you can almost taste it. With a glance up at Harley, her soft features smile at you as she strokes your flushed cheek.

“Go on sugar, you can do it. Cum.”

Her gentle words send you over the edge, crying out as tears form in your eyes. The pleasure is overwhelming, Edward’s pace not slowing until he suddenly stops, and you feel him finish inside you with a groan. The strong intakes of breath aren’t enough, as you feel the world dissolving around you before Harley gets off the desk and presses a soft kiss to your lips.

“Well done baby, you were amazing.”

“You know, I didn’t actually give her permission to cum.” Edward grumbles as he pulls out, fixing his trousers. Harley just rolls her eyes playfully.

“He always this grouchy after fucking the life out of ya?”

“Don’t answer that.” He snaps, but when you turn to look at him, a small smile traces his features. Shifting uncomfortably, you precariously stand back up, feeling his cum start to leak out of you. Harley quickly grabs your underwear and helps you back into them, giving you a comedically big kiss on the cheek.

“Gotta say I’ve had a blast, you two gonna let me join in again sometime?” she asks cheekily.

“Maybe,” Edward says with a smirk, “and maybe we can work on that attitude of yours Harleen.”

She just laughs loudly, flicking Edward’s nose, and if you could have paid all the money in the world for a picture of his face at that moment, you would have.

“Yeah right. I think I’ll just stick to ruining your girl.” She teases with a wink, before getting dressed. As Edward pulls you against him and asks softly if you’re alright, you can’t help but blush and wonder about this new dynamic that seems to be unfolding. Safe to say, Harley was going to be keeping your relationship much more interesting, and you couldn’t be happier.

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thank you for reading my incredibly self indulgent smut fic lol x

#riddler x reader #harley quinn x reader #dc fanfic #the riddler x reader #dc smut #edward nygma smut #harley quinn smut #bisexual #riddler smut #gotham smut #riddler x reader x harley quinn #batman smut

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helpfandom · 4 months ago

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Legion of Zoom Platonic Yandere Analysis.

As per usual, https://www.tumblr.com/helpfandom/724022554446135296/types-of-yandere?source=share is where I get my "Types of Yanderes"

Cars and Owners! Villains first and then the Batwheels, I actually had to cut this to two parts due to how freaking long it was getting.

This is long, by the by. I'm still mad that Tumblr got rid of the yellow font color.

@lonleydweller

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Quizz//Riddler: Clingy, Obsessive, Overprotective, and Impulsive. He feels the need to protect you from the Batwheels and of course has no problems just trapping you inside of him to keep you safe. He needs your approval of him and his riddles, and needs you to be his, to be his friend and no one else's. He's impulsive in that he doesn't think about what he wants to do in regards to you, and overprotective in that he is not allowing you to interact with anyone in the Legion of Zoom, and would only allow you to interact with Riddler. Speaking of, Riddler is: Impulsive as well, and Possessive, as well as Self-Indulgent. He feels nothing at your wanting to go with others, and thinks it's rather silly to want to talk to others. He's self-indulgent in the way that he would gladly take your affection from others, and possessive in the fact that he wants to signify that you are his apprentice, and would feel nothing at switching your clothing and merchandise to feature him and his 'copter.

Crash//BadComputer: Crash is Overprotective, Clingy, and Self-Indulgent. He's often hurt by those he helps and when you treat him with kindness, he sees it as you giving him attention and then he finds that he begins to need it. He needs your kindness. He's okay with the Legion of Zoom interacting with you, as long as you always go back to him. Showing favoritism means he might not do as good a job in fixing them up... And to reject him would lead to him falling into sadness, affecting everyone around him with his moping. BadComputer is Possessive, Sadistic and a little Delusional, thinking that (Reader) is a-okay with him being mean to them and poking fun at them, hence why BadComputer counts as sadistic, due to his mean nature. He's possessive in that he doesn't want you to ever be away from him, don't you understand that you're his friend? Don't you understand that when he douses humanity under the gas of hatred he doesn't mean you? Don't you understand that he actually cares for you?

Prank//Joker: Prank is Delusional, Self-Indulgent and Impulsive. He never thinks things through and is shown doing whatever he feels like doing at any point in time. He likes having your attention, and is one of the few who can restrain themselves in allowing the Legion of Zoom to know about his friendship with you, but after hanging around the others, he needs you to be around him and be his friend. He needs you to tell him how much you love being his friend and to feed his ego. Joker, on the flipside, is sort of a similar yandere in the sense that they share some traits, but he doesn't need you to tell him how much you love him and being his friend, he just assumes you do, due to his delusion. He's obviously impulsive, but that doesn't leak out into his yandere side, he's actually very thoughtful about his darling and he's clingy. Like... CLINGY. If he sees you walking about, even if he's chased by Batman or one of the Batfam, he will stop and hug you/pat your hair/ say hi before running off.

Jestah//Harley: Jestah knows she's awesome and that leads to her delusion. That seems to be a common thing among the villains... Anyway, she's Delusional, thinking you love being her friend due to how cool she is, and she's Manipulative, she's smart and has no negative feelings upon seeing how you want to see others, and feels nothing manipulating you into hanging out with her. She's a bit Sadistic in that she loves to push you to your limits, to test what you can do and tease you when you can't do what she wants. Harley, on the other hand, is Overprotective, Self-Indulgence is a habit of hers, and so is Impulsivity. She often goes on heists to steal random trophies, hence her impulsiveness, and she steals what she wants, hence self-indulgence, and so it obviously shows in her yandere-ness and care for you. She's quick to just nab your arm and put you in her ATV, not caring if she's about to run into a wall or even get caught by one of the Bats if it means you're safer. You're safer with her, and she's willing to beat anyone if it means you stick with her.

Snowy//Mr. Freeze: Snowy, he's soft-spoken and needy, quick to latch onto friends and focus on them and them only. He's Obsessive, and did I mention Clingy? He's a sad little guy who doesn't want to hurt his friends, and that's why he gets so attached to a little human who isn't his enemy, and knows what he goes through. He talks to you constantly and will insist you hide inside him when there's trouble on the horizon. He knows he's not supposed to, but he also knows that the rush that comes from his emotions overrides his sensibilities. Mr. Freeze is another yandere different from their vehicle, with a sadistic tendency to forget how normal people need warmth, and an impulsive urge to just do what he wants, because he can. He knows he can just take you from whatever you were doing, and no normal people will stop him. He literally kidnapped Ice Sickle because he didn't like the name of the snowman, he's impulsive with a capital "I" and he's possessive in that he just doesn't want you to be near or talk to anyone else, ever again, you have him, and he has you.

Ducky//Penguin: Ducky is... hard to understand, he's a clear thinker, but he has just enough impulsiveness to consider that a trait, and yet he truly does think things through from time to time. I think he's more possessive, that you're his and no one is supposed to be your friend, and sadistic in the sense that he will just go into water when you try to leave him, and now you can't go out or you might drown. He's not afraid to do that, or to begin a twisty turvey ride when you're inside him because he doesn't understand humans very well. Penguin is similar, because he thinks he's entitled to your attention, possessive and unafraid to show it, manipulative in that he, like Toyman, would leave his stuff around and use it as an excuse to see you and be around you. His robot penguins are just an excuse to watch you in your home. He also insists on hopping around to the Iceberg Lounge when he manages to wrangle you next to him, ignoring the looks from his employees for bringing around someone who likely shouldn't be in there.

Toyman: (No vehicle) Impulsive! Have you even met him? Manipulative as well, with his toys and leaving them around and gifting them to you to keep an eye on you, all of them flocking to you when he's arrested and taking over where you live, staying with you no matter what, even when you're at work, school, etc. He will find you. That is a threat.

Kitty//Catwoman: Impulsive, We've spent episodes on her impulsiveness, and Kitty is easy to distract already, so she's clearly impulsive. She could be considered manipulative, however she isn't cognizant of it, hence why I don't think she is, yes you have to make sure she's not distracted and that means you have have to be close to her, but she doesn't realize what she's doing. She's more-so super clingy, especially since Bam and the other Batwheels have a harder time keeping up with her distracted-ness and the Legion of Zoom are insistent on her joining them, and so to have a Darling that is neutral is a breath of fresh air and leads to a clingy Kitty because you don't try to force her into anything! Catwoman is another yandere who is very different from her vehicular counterpart, She's overprotective, most versions of her are, and she's self-aware, which is something that the other vehicular villains and other villains don't have. She's harder to realize that she has an obsession due to her self-awareness, and she's overprotective because she knows that Batman might just realize obsessions for what they are, and she doesn't want to lose her darling.

Poison Ivy: (No vehicle) She's impulsive, as seen by the few episodes we've seen her in such as the one where she attempts to make her own vehicle, and she's also a little sadistic from a bit of apathy, [Eat your Veggies, Gotham for example], but she's overprotective as well from a lack of caring in Gotham, so she's overbearing, making sure you eat everything your supposed to, that you're okay, you're not being bullied, etc etc. She's practically a helicopter parent from her neediness and demanding about your life and news.

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nabooberrie · 5 months ago

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If I was the joker, I would carry around, cinnamon spray, because bats hate the smell and leave the area

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gilverrwrites · 7 months ago

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Time of the Month

AN: I'm suffering, so here's some of my faves reacting to their so having a rough time of the month.

He really doesn’t “get it”. 100% thinks you’re probably over reacting, however, you’re his sweetheart and he would do anything for you, so he’ll “play along” so long as he doesn’t need you for something else.

Won’t take time out of his busy schedule for you but he will:

Text you constantly through out the day.

Thinking of you doll x Are you sleeping? x You better be sleeping cause theres no other reason not to text back. HELLO??? ???? Sorry for loosing my temper baby, I love you. Just ordered those shoes you liked x

Will bring home/order dinner. He knows what you want, don’t worry babe, you don’t have to ask.

Still try to seduce you any way possible, he doesn’t care how messy it is.

Selina does not let her period slow her down, and so she’s hopeful that she can rub some of that off on you.

Has a yoga routine specifically catered to that time of the month that she’s happy to teach you. Has a diet plan that’s full of iron heavy and unsaturated fatty foods - leafy greens, dark chocolate, the good stuff.

Of course she understands her lifestyle isn’t for everyone, and what kind of cat themed thief would she be if she didn’t have a giant heated blanket she’s happy for you to stretch out on and spend your time lounging in true luxury.

Move over, she’s getting into bed with you. She’s stolen all of Brucie Wayne’s streaming service log ins, and she’s brought 50 different snacks that will make your bloating worse, but will feel and taste good in the moment.

Get ready for a week of binge watching whatever films make you feel good, eating way too much sugar, and sleeping whenever feels right.

Did you know orgasms can help relieve period pains, migraines, and generally relieve stress?

Did you know if you ask Waylon, he will eat you out until you can’t take anymore and/or are feeling any amount of respite?

If that’s really not your thing, be willing to also do basically anything you ask of him. Bring you snacks? Rub your back? Just hold you? Anything you want.

Will find the time look after you. Any excuse for some lazy time with his favourite birdie.

He runs hot, so it’s like having your own personal heat pad. Will find it endearing if you lay stomach down of his stomach, legs, whatever part so you can press his heat directly to the area that needs it.

Foodie and a snacker, so if you’re craving something, he’s got you covered, and he’ll eat it with you, no questions asked.

Knows a lot of ecologically friendly herbal remedies that are almost certain to work. Just sit back, chill out, and drink this tea.

In the very unlikely chance that those don’t work, and you’re down for it; Ivy is happy to fuck the cramps away, whatever your preferred method of orgasm may be.

The Riddler: Understands how periods work, but doesn’t care. You can’t let your body control you, or interfere with the mind. (yes he IS the worst kind of person when he’s sick.)

He does however have bunch of tips and tricks for helping overcome/cope with cramps and other symptoms.

Has a bucket load of ibuprofen handy at all times.

“Did you take the pills I gave you? Good. You know, coffee will help get that into your bloodstream faster, and might give you more energy. Since you’re making coffee, I’ll have one too, thanks, you’re the best. Well, I’m the best, but you’re good too.”

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agapefanfic · 5 days ago

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DC imagine #5

Reader: (Dming dnd) You come to a door, what do you do?

Riddler: (playing a rogue) I am go to pick the lock.

Reader: Roll for dexterity.

Riddler: ( rolls dice) I got 16 total.

Reader: Failed. Harley?

Harley: (the barbarian) i'm gonna smash the door open.

Riddler: No, you can't! You have no clue what's on the other side of that thing. There might be booby traps.

Harley & Riddler: (arguing)

Reader: Croc?

Killer Croc: I'll turn the doornob.

Reader: Congrats. You open the door.

Harley: ....

Riddler: ....

Reader: I never said the door was locked.

Killer Croc: ( holding in a laugh from looking Harley's and Riddler's faces)

#dc fanfic #dc x reader #minimum wage reader #dc imagine #killer croc #harley quinn #the riddler #dc universe #dc riddler #dc harley quinn

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batmanrogues-scenarios · 1 year ago

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How about some road trip headcanons for Riddler, Harley Quinn, Anarky and Mad Hatter?

Road Trip

Riddler

He's the guy who refuses to use map when GPS takes you into weird directions.

"Everything is fine, I created it."

Refuses to ask for directions.

Very peculiar about stopping in between the destination because he doesn't want to waste time on something boring.

Absolutely asks S/O riddles during the ride and S/O does the same. Also some fun facts.

If something happens to the car, he might know how to fix it but I hope it's not tire. It will take an hour with his strength.

Harley Quinn

Most chaotic trip you have ever experienced.

She back whatever she thinks will be fun to in the meantime of driving, like bazooka, board games. If she sees yellow car S/O should be ready for a punch.

Her hyenas are going with her, there's no discussion. Unless it's a romantic trip, then maybe she leaves them with Ivy.

Radio is on full blast and there will be singing.

Pretty fun experience.

Arkham! Anarky

He wasn't outside of Gotham really so it's pretty exciting.

Makes preparation, so nothing if forgotten. Water, food, something for entertainment.

He doesn't have a license to drive, so either S/O drives or they're hiding from cops.

Honesty, he's calmer now that out of Gotham where crime isn't committed all the time. But also sour. Why can't Gotham be like this?

When he comes back, he is even more fired up about cleaning the city.

Mad Hatter

So happy! He probably brings more than needed and S/O has to clean it.

"Of course we need tea set! What if we got thristy?

Cannot sleep noght before so S/O drives the car first while she sleeps in backseat. At least he brought pillows.

Definitely talks through the ride about whatever topics got into his head.

Might listen to podcasts if his voice throat gets tired.

He sees biggest ball of yarn advertised? He stops and gets a photo there. A dinner? Food would be nice.

If S/O doesn't stop him the trip is gonna take longer than they thought.

But it's never gonna be boring. And the memories from photos will remind them off that.

#riddler x reader #mad hatter x reader #edward nygma x reader #jervis tetch x reader #arkham anarky #harley quinn x reader #harleen quinzel x reader #500 milestone #500 prompts

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masteroffearshusband49020 · 27 days ago

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X yandere?Arkham inmate scenario (can be romantic or platonic):

You work at Arkham and befriend a rogue. Maybe they only like you as a friend, maybe you're both secretly crushing on each other, up to you. You show up every day and seeing you and chatting with you is the highlight of the rogue's day every time. One day you don't show up. They wait. You're still not there. They're not having it, they need to see you. They break out of Arkham and track you. They discover your address and break in. You were just sick that day, they need to chill. You're concerned, but you're also flattered by the gesture.

Seriously, is this considered yandere?

#jonathan crane x reader #scarecrow x reader #mad hatter x reader #jervis tetch x reader #riddler x reader #edward nygma x reader #poison ivy x reader #pamela isley x reader #harley quinn x reader #harleen quinzel x reader #ect

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nxtaliaistyping · 3 months ago

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Batrogues | p links

(gotta be logged into twitter for links to work)

nsfw 18+, part two here

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·

The Scarecrow:

He's never gonna miss an opportunity to put you in your place.

Fucking him in his shitty car outside Arkham Asylum/Gotham University

If he can't fear gas you, this is the next best thing.

Fave way to fuck you, loves the slight fear in your eyes.

Something about seeing you in the sluttiest skirts really does it for him.

Black Mask:

who says he can't be nice to his favorite girl?

Your place with him.

He loves hair pulling

Makes you send him recordings of yourself like this for his entertainment.

To be his top doll, you have to earn it.

The Riddler:

When you can't solve his riddles </3 (he isn't completely heartless, be grateful you're getting something)

De-stressing him after a long day

Playing with your pussy when he wants to think

Choking you during sex is his guilty pleasure

For when you're a very very good girl

Two-face:

Either Harvey was gonna fuck you real gentle, or Harv was gonna have his way with you. The coin landed on the scarred side </3

Always wants to touch you, even when you're both out driving

Harvey hates to punish you, but it's a necessity.

White lingerie is always gonna be his weakness.

Early mornings are better with you.

Harley Quinn:

She loves mood lighting, makes your pussy look all the more inviting

Thinks you just look so much cuter with a leash!

You two are bumping pussies every chance you get.

Both of you take it in turns to use the strap <3

If there's one thing Harley is gonna do, it's use her tongue.

Poison Ivy:

She takes it slow with you at the start.

Sex toys are perhaps the only worthwhile thing mankind made.

Wants you to ride her, to take what you need.

She's a tits > ass girl <3

Be a good girl and eat her out.

·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨

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urdreamydoodles · 2 days ago

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Hi, do you have a request? If so, could you make Bane and Scarecrow (separately) if their crush confesses his feelings to them? (You can add other villains if you want) have a nice day :D

Bat-Villains x Reader

You confess your feelings to them

Characters: Joker, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Bane, Scarecrow, Two-Face, The Riddler & The Penguin

Being in my Batman-Comics era, this made me so happy, thank you! Hope you like it <3

Joker

- Confessing your feelings to the Joker is a feat in itself. His mind is a labyrinth, twisted and sharp, and he hardly ever makes it easy for anyone to get close. So, when you manage to muster up the courage and spill your heart out, he’s taken aback. His smile is unnervingly wide, but there’s a flicker in his eyes—a flash of curiosity and something darker that makes you wonder if he actually reciprocates.

- Joker’s interest in you grows even more as he realizes you’re different from his typical followers. You aren’t afraid of him, nor are you drawn in by just his dangerous allure. You’ve seen past his twisted laughter and manic acts, and you still want him. This intrigues him, even bothers him a little. How could anyone see anything in him other than madness? Yet, there you are, looking at him like he’s human, and it’s both terrifying and intoxicating to him.

- He teases you relentlessly after your confession, never letting you forget the vulnerability you showed him. “Oh, darling, you’re just too sweet for me,” he’d purr with a devilish grin, leaning in way too close. He loves watching you squirm, enjoying every bit of control he has over your emotions, almost like a game. But deep down, there’s a hint of admiration. You’ve got guts, and he respects that.

- The Joker’s way of showing affection is, naturally, unconventional. Sometimes it’s an offhanded compliment; other times, it’s a madcap scheme he drags you into, letting you play a part just because he wants you close. When he pulls you into his schemes, he’s almost like a kid showing off his toys, reveling in your reactions—whether it’s awe, excitement, or even horror. It thrills him to know he has that effect on you.

- Every so often, though, you catch him staring at you with a look that’s almost soft, a dangerous vulnerability creeping into his gaze. He covers it up quickly with a quip or an exaggerated gesture, but you know you saw something real. It gives you hope, even though you know that being with him will always mean walking the tightrope between love and chaos.

- Over time, Joker starts to grow possessive. It’s subtle at first—a smirk when he sees others vying for your attention, a warning look thrown at anyone who gets too close. But before long, he’s unapologetically possessive, wanting you at his side, sometimes even in situations where he wouldn’t usually bring someone along. “You’re mine,” he’ll say with a dark, playful tone that sends chills down your spine.

- Joker will never admit he has feelings for you outright, but in his way, he shows it. The more he involves you in his world, the closer he brings you to his madness, the clearer it becomes. To him, love is chaos, control, and the thrill of having someone he can warp and twist yet who willingly stays. You’ve become his favorite muse, his inspiration, the one who reminds him that even monsters can find someone to care for, in their own twisted way.

Harleen Quinzel aka. Harley Quinn

- Harley is surprisingly giddy when you confess your feelings to her. She’s spent her life surrounded by people who see her as a joke or Joker’s sidekick, so to have someone see her as her own person—and even like her for it—makes her heart swell. She’s blushing like crazy, giggling with delight, and probably wraps you in a tight hug before you can even process her reaction.

- As bubbly and playful as she is, Harley takes your confession seriously. She’s been through enough heartbreak and knows what it’s like to be used or ignored, so your affection means the world to her. She’ll ask you so many questions, wanting to know every little thing you feel, why you like her, and what you think of her quirks. She wants to believe it’s real, but part of her is scared it’s too good to be true.

- Harley is incredibly affectionate, and once she knows you care for her, she’s not shy about showing it. Expect surprise hugs from behind, spontaneous kisses, and laughter-filled moments. She’s like a whirlwind of emotions, sometimes leaving you breathless with her enthusiasm. She loves to make you laugh and will go out of her way to cheer you up, even if it means pulling out her silliest antics.

- She also starts to show a fiercely protective side, a side of her that you usually only see when Joker’s around. Harley may be quirky and fun, but she’s also a skilled fighter, and she won’t let anyone mess with you. She’ll even pick fights with people who look at you the wrong way, shooting you a grin afterward and saying, “Nobody messes with my sweetie and gets away with it!”

- Despite her tough exterior, Harley is vulnerable with you in a way she rarely allows herself to be. She’ll open up about her insecurities, her past, and her struggles with self-worth, trusting that you won’t judge her. She’s scared of being abandoned, of not being enough, and it’s clear in the way she clings to you a bit tighter than she would anyone else. It’s her way of telling you she doesn’t want to lose you.

- Harley’s loyalty is unwavering. Once she’s fallen for you, you’re as good as family to her. She’ll bring you little gifts, things that remind her of you, and surprise you with thoughtful gestures. Whether it’s a flower she picked up or a silly trinket she found, each one is given with a smile and a “This reminded me of ya!”

- With Harley, every day is unpredictable, a mix of chaos and love. She might drag you into wild adventures or plan the most unconventional dates, but through it all, she’s committed to making you feel cherished. She’ll never hide her feelings for you, wearing her heart on her sleeve and reminding you every chance she gets that you’re special to her, her own little piece of sanity in a world gone mad.

Pamela Isley aka. Poison Ivy

- When you first confess your feelings to Poison Ivy, she’s quiet, studying you with that piercing, assessing gaze of hers. She doesn’t let emotions cloud her judgment easily, and she needs to be sure your words are genuine. But when she realizes your feelings are sincere, there’s a rare, subtle softening in her expression. Her walls don’t crumble easily, but for you, she might just let one or two down.

- Ivy’s affection is a quiet, powerful force. She’s not overly demonstrative, but her way of showing she cares is through small gestures that speak volumes. A soft touch of her hand against yours, vines that subtly wrap around you protectively, or even a single, precious flower left for you in a place she knows you’ll find. Every gesture from her is intentional, calculated, and rare, making it all the more precious.

- One of her favorite ways to spend time with you is in her greenhouse. She’ll invite you to work alongside her, teaching you about the plants she loves as if they’re old friends. Sometimes, she’ll even let you help nurture the rarest ones, a gesture of trust few ever receive. She finds it soothing to have you nearby, feeling like a kindred spirit amid the chaotic Gotham world.

- Ivy’s protective nature is fierce. She sees the world as cruel and selfish, and anyone who hurts you quickly becomes a target of her wrath. If anyone so much as tries to harm you, they’ll find themselves facing the fury of the natural world—thorns, vines, and deadly spores at Ivy’s command. But with you, she’s gentle, careful, almost reverent, knowing that you see the good in her that others overlook.

- Ivy isn’t one for typical romance, but she enjoys creating beauty just for you. She might grow a unique plant in your favorite color, a species found nowhere else, just to show her affection in her own way. It’s her version of saying “I love you” without needing the words. And sometimes, when she catches you admiring her creations, she allows herself a rare, genuine smile.

- Though Ivy is usually serious and somewhat reserved, she has a playful side she only shows around you. Sometimes, she’ll playfully summon vines to brush against you or weave a flower crown for you, a small smile tugging at her lips as she watches your reaction. In these quiet moments, you can see the softness she hides from the rest of the world.

- Ivy is drawn to you because of your calmness and respect for the natural world, something she finds rare in Gotham. You’re like a breath of fresh air, and she finds herself surprisingly at peace around you. She might not be able to put it into words, but she knows that being with you makes her feel connected in a way she hasn’t before, making you her safe harbor in the storm of her mission.

Bane

- When you confess your feelings to Bane, his reaction is one of quiet surprise. He’s not used to hearing confessions of love—respect, fear, yes, but love is something rare in his world. He’s silent for a moment, his intense gaze holding yours, and there’s a flicker of something softer behind his usual stoic expression. For a man like him, vulnerability is dangerous, but with you, he’s willing to risk it.

- Bane’s love language is protection and physical presence. He doesn’t rely much on words but instead lets his actions speak for him. He’ll always be by your side, a solid and unbreakable presence, making sure you feel safe in his care. It’s his way of telling you that as long as he’s around, nothing in this world will harm you.

- Though he may seem intimidating, Bane has a gentle side he only shows to you. He’ll be mindful of his strength, his touch light and cautious, always making sure he doesn’t hurt you. If you’re ever in danger, however, his calm façade drops instantly, and his fierce, unyielding side comes forward. In his eyes, protecting you is non-negotiable.

- Bane loves sharing stories with you about his life and past, opening up in a way he rarely does with anyone else. His voice is deep and steady as he recounts his upbringing, his struggles, and his victories, wanting you to understand who he is beyond the mask of strength. He doesn’t hold back, trusting that you’ll accept him, scars and all.

- Despite his hard exterior, Bane has a surprisingly romantic side. He might bring you something small but meaningful, like a flower he picked from a rare spot he found on his travels, or a trinket that reminds him of you. He isn’t vocal about his affection, but each gesture is thoughtful and sincere, a sign of the care he holds for you.

- Bane admires your calm, composed nature, finding it a perfect balance to his intense personality. With you, he feels at ease in a way he never thought possible. You’re a reminder of the peace he’s always sought but never quite found until now. Sometimes, he’ll sit in quiet contemplation with you, enjoying the stillness of your presence.

- In private, Bane allows himself to be more vulnerable, letting down his guard and showing you his softer side. He might even let you touch his face, something he rarely allows anyone else to do, leaning into your touch with closed eyes as if grounding himself. In these moments, you’re the only one who sees the man beneath the mask, the one who loves you fiercely and would do anything to keep you safe.

Jonathan Crane aka. Scarecrow

- When you confess your feelings to Jonathan Crane, it surprises him. He's so consumed by his own dark philosophies and fear experiments that he's not used to genuine affection. He looks at you, studying your face as if you’re another psychological puzzle to solve. But he sees no ulterior motive in your eyes, and, though he rarely shows emotion, there’s a flicker of vulnerability in his gaze.

- Jonathan expresses affection in a rather unconventional way. Instead of typical romance, he offers you pieces of his twisted intellect. He might discuss his latest experiments or philosophical thoughts with you, valuing your opinion in a way he seldom does with anyone else. If he asks you to assist him with his research, it's his odd way of showing trust and letting you into his world.

- Crane finds comfort in your calm and composed nature. For a man who thrives on fear and chaos, your grounded presence is a rare stability. He’ll often sit in silence with you, just observing or talking quietly about his theories. The quiet moments you share become a reprieve from the relentless psychological battles he wages with Gotham.

- The Scarecrow isn’t one to be overly affectionate, but he shows a dark protectiveness toward you. If anyone even thinks of causing you harm, Jonathan will unleash his full arsenal of fear-inducing chemicals without hesitation. He may not be expressive with words, but he’s ruthless in ensuring no one dares to cross you.

- One of his subtle ways of showing affection is by sharing his fears with you, something he keeps hidden from everyone else. He’ll discuss the fears he had growing up, or his fascination with understanding fear in all its forms. Sharing these secrets with you is his way of revealing the man behind the mask, trusting that you’ll accept his complexities.

- Jonathan admires your resilience and ability to stay calm, even in his most chaotic moments. You’ve become a constant in his life, and though he won’t openly say it, he finds himself feeling at peace when he’s near you. He may even develop a rare habit of reaching out to hold your hand, an act he considers a grounding tether in his unpredictable world.

- Sometimes, he’ll leave small notes or bookmarks in the psychology books he knows you’ll read, with cryptic messages or quotes that he knows will make you think. It’s his way of letting you into his mind without having to speak it aloud, and he takes pleasure in watching you puzzle over his hidden meanings.

Harvey Dent aka. Two-Face

- When you confess your feelings to Harvey Dent, you can see the internal struggle play out on his face. Harvey—the man he used to be—is vulnerable and hopeful, while Two-Face, the darker half, is wary and skeptical. It’s rare to see him so conflicted, but when he realizes you’re sincere, he gives you a small, tentative smile, one of the few true ones you’ve seen.

- Harvey’s love language is mixed with his duality. Some days he’s sweet, protective, and deeply caring, a glimpse of the old Harvey who fights to emerge. Other days, his darker side takes over, and he becomes more distant, protective but harsh. He’s constantly at war with himself, but he does his best to show you both sides, hoping you’ll accept him fully.

- A symbol of trust for him is letting you hold his two-headed coin, the one he uses for all his decisions. He’ll let you flip it, letting you “decide” for him in those moments when he’s overwhelmed. This is an enormous gesture from him, showing that he values you as a balance between his good and bad sides.

- Harvey’s protectiveness over you is intense and fierce. He’ll use all his resources to make sure you’re safe in Gotham’s dangerous world, and if anyone tries to harm you, he’ll make sure they regret it. His duality comes into play here—sometimes he’s gentle in his protection, and other times, Two-Face’s wrath is ruthless and merciless.

- On good days, he’ll reminisce with you about his life before the accident, sharing memories of who he once was. In these moments, he’s vulnerable and nostalgic, as if hoping you might remind him of his better nature. He doesn’t have many people he can trust, but you’re one of the few who sees the real Harvey underneath.

- Harvey loves to show you both sides of his life, taking you to high-end places and then to his more seedy hideouts, introducing you to the two parts of his world. He’s nervous about showing his darker side, but he trusts that you’ll understand him. It’s his way of including you in every aspect of his life, letting you in where few others ever go.

- He has a unique way of showing affection, giving you small, rare smiles or reaching out to touch your hand with his scarred one. He’s insecure about his appearance, but with you, he feels a bit more at ease. Sometimes, he’ll even catch his reflection with you in a window, seeing the contrast and finding a strange peace, knowing you accept him fully—scars, darkness, and all.

Edward Nigma aka. The Riddler

- When you confess your feelings to Edward, he’s taken aback, blinking in surprise before a smirk forms on his face. He immediately assumes you must be drawn to his intellect, as he sees himself as the ultimate puzzle. After the initial shock, he responds with a playful, “I knew you would eventually fall for my genius.” But there’s a genuine glint of excitement in his eyes, and you know he’s truly thrilled.

- Edward loves to impress you with his intellect, often challenging you with riddles or complex games he creates just for you. If you manage to solve his puzzles, it only makes him admire you more. There’s a playful arrogance in the way he’ll lean over your shoulder and whisper, “I didn’t make it that easy, did I?”

- Being with him means you’re his partner in crime (literally and figuratively), and he values your opinion on his schemes. He loves the idea of two minds working together and enjoys discussing plans with you, carefully considering any clever ideas you bring to the table. To him, you’re a rare equal, someone who can match him mentally—a compliment he doesn’t give lightly.

- Edward’s affection is quirky and, at times, even a bit competitive. He enjoys subtle one-upmanship with you, and if you can outsmart him, he’s surprisingly delighted, showing a rare sense of pride in your intelligence. He even begins to share details of his most elaborate plans, trusting you with things he wouldn’t tell a soul.

- His protectiveness comes in the form of setting traps and riddles to keep you safe. If anyone so much as thinks of harming you, they’re met with a labyrinthine trap or a series of riddles that they’ll struggle to solve. It’s his way of keeping you out of danger, knowing that his “defenses” will thwart anyone who poses a threat to you.

- Edward loves leaving you little riddles and coded messages to find, each with a hint of affection or admiration hidden inside. Whether he’s planning a date or just wanting to make you smile, he’ll slip a puzzle into your daily routine, and your clever responses only make him fall harder for you.

- Though he’s not the most emotionally open, Edward surprises himself by genuinely enjoying the softer moments with you. Whether it’s a quiet evening where you’re both reading or analyzing mysteries, he feels more at ease than he ever has. It’s new territory for him, but he cherishes every moment—even if he’ll rarely admit it outright.

Oswald Cobblepot aka. The Penguin

- When you confess your feelings to Oswald, he’s absolutely shocked, and he stammers for a moment. Used to people being interested in him only for his power and status, he’s genuinely moved by your feelings. He adjusts his suit with a confident flourish, but it’s clear he’s flattered, his eyes softening as he says, “You…really mean that?”

- Oswald is incredibly attentive and chivalrous toward you. He’s always quick to hold doors, pull out chairs, and offer his arm with a refined yet protective air. He adores treating you to the finest Gotham has to offer—luxury dinners, elegant galas, and private rooms in the Iceberg Lounge where it’s just the two of you.

- When he’s with you, Oswald can’t help but show off his power and influence. He’ll make sure you’re treated like royalty everywhere you go, and if anyone disrespects you, they’ll face his wrath. There’s nothing he won’t do to protect you, whether it’s using his connections or intimidating someone into compliance.

- He’s deeply proud of having you by his side, often flaunting your relationship publicly as a way of reminding others of his newfound joy. Though he’s a ruthless criminal, he feels a sense of pride and warmth in being with someone who loves him for who he truly is. In his own way, he strives to be worthy of you.

- Oswald has a softer, more vulnerable side that only you get to see. When he’s not putting on his “Penguin” persona, he opens up about his difficult past and insecurities, grateful to have someone who listens without judgment. He’s deeply grateful for your presence in his life, even if he has trouble expressing it directly.

- Oswald loves to spoil you with extravagant gifts, from rare jewelry to designer clothes. He takes great pride in watching you wear something he picked out, and he’ll always remind you, “Only the best for my love.” It’s his way of showing affection and devotion, compensating for what he lacks in typical romantic expression.

- If you’re ever threatened, Oswald’s protectiveness skyrockets. He’s not afraid to use his network of henchmen and connections to make sure you’re safe, even if it means crossing dangerous lines. Though he’s often ruthless, there’s a soft, fierce loyalty when it comes to you, and he’ll do anything to ensure you’re untouchable in Gotham’s treacherous world.

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hxney-lemcn · 11 months ago

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Fake Dating — General! Scarecrow, Riddler, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Catwoman x gn! reader

summery: an excuse to pretend to date the rogues (some scenarios go better than others)

tw: Harassment, bad intentions (scarecrow), toxic ex

a/n: do some of these count as fake dating? It's more like kissing to throw someone off but same deal ig.

wc: 2.2k

Master List

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Scarecrow

❥Your stupid boss made you stay back late. They didn’t care that it was dangerous at night, and you had to walk home. No, only work came first, safety was barely a thought. You were rightfully pissed, and the thought of quitting briefly fluttered through your mind.

❥Which led to your current predicament. The streets of Gotham were dark as you walked along the wet pavements. Your paranoia was proved correct when a catcall was heard from behind you. You kept walking, hoping that ignoring them would deter their unwanted advances. You heard two more pairs of footsteps fall in sync with your own.

❥Your heart started beating faster, eyes frantically looking for a way out. You were on a main street, but the people of Gotham don’t look twice when someone needs help. The men continued to harass you as you walked faster. You didn’t want to lead them to where you live, but nowhere was open this late at night.

❥That’s when you saw him. You didn’t know who he was, but so far he was better than the men behind you. It was a 50/50 chance that he was gonna kill you. So you jogged up to him, a fake smile on your lips as you greeted him, “Hey…love.”

❥When Jonathan had gone out for some fresh air, the last thing he expecting was someone coming up to him and calling him…love. Remind him that perhaps staying in his lab was better than taking a break. Jon stared at you like you had two heads, but the way your breath was rapid, your pupils constricted, and your eyes kept glancing behind you. You were scared, something he found amusing. Eyes trailing behind you, two drunken men leaned against a wall, seemingly waiting for you to be alone again.

❥Jon wasn’t a good man, he found the fact you ended up looking to the master of fear for help hilarious, but he didn’t let that show on his face. You clearly didn’t know who he was, otherwise you would’ve taken the two drunken idiots. He could’ve had his fun, deny you help and watch as your fear grew. Hell, he could’ve taken you in for his own heinous experiments, but there was something about you that made him reconsider. Perhaps it was the fact you trusted him (at least enough that you weren’t just running away), or maybe it was a tinge of selfishness. He wanted to be the cause of your fear, not some lowlifes.

❥”Hello…dear,” Jon replied back awkwardly. He wasn’t used to helping people, less so treating a stranger like a loved one. You felt your body relax when the stranger complied. Not to mention the fact that he looked intimidating. He was outrageously tall and his expression was grim. The two men groaned loudly, crying out about maybe next time.

❥For some reason, that rubbed Jon the wrong way. You weren’t his, not in any way, he didn’t even know your name! But for some damned reason, he didn’t like the thought of those two coming back to haunt you. He was supposed to be the one who haunted people's nightmares, not some nobodies. It was a matter of pride. And so he walked over to the two men, hand fiddling with the new fear toxin he had created. It was a dust, that once ingested, it would take immediate effect. He needed some test subjects for it anyway.

❥You felt your blood drain at the sight of your two harassers start screaming as the stranger blew an orange dust at them. No, he was no stranger, he was the notorious Scarecrow, and when he turned back around, he felt utter delight at the fear that shone through your eyes.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Riddler

❥It was hard focusing on the mechanical work when Eddie wouldn’t stop talking. When his fans found out you were his assistant, they blew up, drawing art and speculating about your relationship. You’ve been a part of fandoms before, so you didn’t think much of it. But seeing fanart of you and Eddie kissing did take a bit of a toll on your mental health.

❥Eddie had a harder time ignoring it, which made it harder for you to ignore it. Whenever he would look himself up, you seemed to pop up with him. It irritated him greatly. I mean he was supposed to be the one getting all the praise and attention, not you. And the fact that they put you on a pedestal right next to him? Were they even really his fans? You were a mere assistant, he could swap you out for anyone!

❥He’s read multiple fanfics of you two. He would never admit it. He’d also deny how they would make his heart pitter patter like an absolute sap. You bet your ass you walked in on him one time, laying on his stomach, feet kicking in the air as the fanfic he read concluded with the two of you kissing. He totally has an alt account that likes and shares all the stories he really thinks make him shine.

❥”Maybe if we pretended to date they’d get off our backs,” You offered. It was absolutely ridiculous and you knew it, but you’d do anything to get some work done in peace. Eddie scoffed, looking at you with a slight sneer. Really, how idiotic could you get? Why should he give those morons what they want? Absolutely not.

❥Yeah he caved pretty quickly. There was no other reason than to quench the masses. Nope. Nada. Why would he want to date you? He’s a man of intellect, not emotion. Mhm. Totally. And when he went live one day (obviously he covered his tracks so no one could find his location), and when you kissed his cheek on said live, the masses went crazy. In fact, your little plan had the opposite effect.

❥Eddie ate up all the attention you were bringing him. The revelation blew up on social media (much to Batman’s disarray). This caused Eddie to be even more annoying, and you found yourself completing even less work than before. He’d stop you to show how well someone drew him, he showed you praise, that was meant for you both, but twisted it to be about him only. He was a menace, but he was a charming menace.

❥The line between reality and fake blurred between you both. Now your role as assistant included showering Eddie with affection, on and off camera. You’d huff and puff about it, putting on a show of how much you didn’t want to kiss his cheek goodbye if you left the hideout, but deep down you loved it. No one was as close to the green clad man as you had become, and you felt a sense of pride that you had managed to overcome those barriers. Maybe you should thank your fans for aggressively shipping the two of you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Harley Quinn

❥You found yourself dreading friend night. You and your friends would take time out of your busy schedules and catch up. Whether it would be about work, dating life, or any wrong doings you encountered. It was all fun…until they all started dating. Of course you were happy for them, that they were happy with their partners and wanted everyone to meet them. But that made you feel more of an outsider.

❥You frowned as the group chat bounced with more and more texts. You all were going to hang out tonight, and you were the last one to have a partner to bring with. Harley had noticed that your lovely smile was gone, so she asked about it. When you explained the situation to her she looked dumbfounded. “I’ll just go as your partner then, silly!”

❥That’s how you found yourself nearly sitting in Harley Quinn's lap during karaoke. Some of your friends were off put by the fact that Harley freaking Quinn was there, but the others welcomed her with open arms. She was loud, rambunctious, and never failed to sing loud and proud, even if she didn’t know the song. She also was being overly affectionate…well if she wasn’t already.

❥When she noticed one of your friends and their partner getting lovey dovey, she’d lean over and give you a kiss with a loud ‘mwah’. She held onto you tightly the entire night, boasting about how great you were and she was lucky you picked her. It was nice, but it felt bittersweet. She wasn’t saying that as your lover, she was saying that so your friends bought the story.

❥As the night finished, you found yourself in a worse place than you started. Bringing Harley made you realize just what you were missing. But Harley was a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it. So as you waved goodbye to all your friends, she wrapped her arms around your waist, leaning her head on your shoulder. “How about we do this for reals?”

❥Did you really think she’d let the night end there?

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Poison Ivy

❥You glared at your phone. They just wouldn’t leave you alone. You had blocked them from everything, and they still managed to contact you. It was over between the two of you but they couldn’t get the hint. No, it wasn’t even a hint anymore. You were practically screaming into their face that you were over them.

❥It went too far when they had reached out to you via your address. Even worse, you were having a day in with Pamela Isley, better known as Poison Ivy. Even worse than that? They had sent you a bouquet of red roses. Ivy frowned from where she sat, eyeing the vase with disdain. You yourself felt very similarly.

❥You didn’t even notice when Ivy walked up to you, taking the card that was imbedded in the dead flowers. Her expression continued to sour as she read the note. “You have quite the taste,” She murmured, tossing the card into the bin. “That taste has changed quite a while ago,” You replied back, unsure what to do with the flowers.

❥Ivy asked you to explain. So you told her about your previous relationship, how you ended things, and how they seemed to cling to you desperately still. She only let out a small ‘tsk’. She wasn’t jealous, no. She had no reason to be. She had the world at her fingertips. She could also tell when someone was lying, and you were telling the truth.

❥”Show them you moved on,” Ivy offered, taking a seat on the couch once more. You placed the flowers on a table, you’ll decide what to do with them later. You asked her how you could do that when that’s all you’ve been trying to do. She beckoned you closer, then grabbed your phone. Unlocking it, she pulled you closer into her, causing you to fall onto the couch. Then, she brought your face towards her and pressed your lips together. You felt like your problems vanished in an instant, unaware of the photo Ivy took. Then she pulled away, finding the unwanted admirer of yours quickly and sent the photo.

❥You watched with slight terror, only for Ivy to shut your phone off. If your ex was truly smart, they’d realize the woman you’re kissing in that photo was Poison Ivy, and that if they didn’t back off she wouldn’t take it lightly. But who knew, they were never the smart type. And you couldn’t help but long for more than just the taste Ivy had given you, your ex a distant memory.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Catwoman

❥Catwoman ran solo, everyone knew that. She worked best on her own. So when she asked you to accompany her on one of her heists, you did a double take. When you had asked her to clarify, she only winked. Oh how you hated how she had you wrapped around her pinky finger, but that’s how she likes them. She also promised a cut, which was more than enough to entice you.

❥She had you on watch guard. Not too bad you suppose. It wasn’t until the jewelry stores’ security alarm went off that you felt yourself double thinking this. You’d never leave Selina behind, but the thought of getting caught made your blood pump faster. You glanced around for witnesses, and only watched as people scuttled away. An alarm blaring was never a good sign, especially in Gotham.

❥Selina slinked down, civilian attire helping her blend in. You furrowed your eyebrows, not sure how she normally stole, but this seemed out of the ordinary. Selina pulled you away into the alley. Before you could ask her what the plan was, her lips were on yours. You gasped in surprise, sirens starting to ring out. Even scarier was the fact that a dark shadow overpassed you both.

❥Although, it was hard to think when she held you, when her lips pushed into yours so fervently. But you knew who she really was hiding from this time. Batman passed over, not even giving you both a second thought. Selina pulled away, she sent you a wink before sashaying away. You followed quickly, trying to ignore the way your heart pounded faster.

❥”If you’re really good, you might see more of those in your future,” Selina smirked.

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