#he didn't hesitate killing selina

[clericxhood777]

So, they did clone Bruce's homosexuality

514A looks gayer than Bruce in this shot

03X15

[incorrectbatfam]

Let's rub the salt in a little more with some headcanons

Alfred easily memorizes Billy Joel's "We Didn't Start The Fire" since he lived it. Everyone else has an easier time learning the Fall Out Boy version

Since Bruce was 8 when his parents were killed, there's a chance that the movie they were seeing that night was The Princess Bride (released 1987)

Selina started doing petty crimes for survival when she was around 8 (1995), so I headcanon that the first phone she got (re: stole) was a Motorola

Barbara's first show of technological prowess as a child was when her dad got the first iPhone in 2007 and she immediately jailbroke it

14-year-old Dick and his friends in 2011 would absolutely silently do the Party Rock Anthem dance whenever the adults weren't looking. Or if they feel like purposely annoying their parental figures, they would sing along to Pumped Up Kicks. (Also Dick and Bette were Directioners and fangirled together)

Meanwhile in 2011 you just know Barbara was all over Minecraft when it released

2013 12-year-old Jason hummed Royals by Lorde while stealing Bruce's tires for the irony

That also means if Jason died at 15, he missed the entire Trump presidency and came back/reconciled with the batfam during the pandemic

It also means he's one of the last people to remember Scholastic book fairs

Meanwhile, for teenage Cass, living on the street was a little more challenging with a lot of money being digitized

Steph would've become Spoiler to fight her father in 2021 at 15, so what if her costume choice was also a pandemic precaution

Also before Barbara and Bruce began to mentor her, Steph did all her casework on her school Chromebook

In 2013, 6-year-old stalker Tim can easily document Batman and Robin's activities on a phone or iPad

But of course we need emo Tim too so his phase is during the new wave with artists like Twenty One Pilots, and he retroactively discovers older folks like My Chemical Romance

Duke is a puzzle genius at 10 (in 2016) but is a little hesitant to show off his deduction skills amidst the rise of new-age online conspiracy theories

Also his first introduction to the Pokémon games was through Pokémon Go

Damian's first public school experience was over Zoom and his first social media accounts were TikTok and Twitch (he doesn't know what Vine is)

Bruce curates a YouTube Kids feed for Damian

Damian finds the Batcomputer a little clunky and dated so he only uses it when necessary, otherwise he prefers a phone or tablet

If we assume the batfam are living in 2024 and Damian is around 10 then that means he was born in 2014 and has likely never touched a DVD in his life

[pynkgothicka]

Can I have Yandere ahlpa dark Batman x Omega reader x yandere alpha dark red hood nsfw

Where they share the Reader and they and they go into heat and hide it from them cuz there on patrolling fighting crime.

And later they go to check on her at her apartment they both bum into each other and decide to share her

And breed her

Dark! Yandere! Alpha! Jason Todd x Fem! Omega! Reader x Dark! Yandere! Alpha! Bruce Wayne

a/n: in…. heat

Tags/Warnings: DUBCON, threesome, breeding, creampies, OMEGAVERSE AU, COERCION, VIOLENCE, STALKING, BLOOD

A friendly reminder that all my works are dark fanfiction! Please if you do not like that do not read them! This is your final warning before hitting the keep reading button!!

It's been 6 months since he locked you away. It wasn't like Jason had physically done it himself, just the fear of him made you hole away. Ever Since he made it explicitly clear that he had wanted you for himself, and that you were an unbred omega. Jason viewed you as some form of catch in his sick twisted mind that he had developed over the years. He had saved you from some underground trafficking ring and he couldn't be happier. You were his perfect doll, the love of his life.

And that only terrified you more.

You were in heat, and Jason was out on patrol. You didn't think it could get to this point of you rocking back and forth constantly watching the door and windows, but the mere fear of Jason seeing you haunted you. If Jason got too close to the building, he would smell your arousal, only making things possibly worse for you. Jason would often come over to relieve his stress and to just hang out with you. The sad part is you could tell he genuinely loved you, yet the circumstances made it impossible to love him back. You hugged yourself close,nesting away in your pile of comforters and pillows. You wished you could at least leave but you couldn't even do that, as he would surely find you then.

Little did you know, Jason was already stalking your building, having been caught on to your scent a long time ago. He always made sure to do his rounds around your apartment. Gotham was dangerous and he always had to make sure you were okay. Or at least that's what he told himself. Jason also knew damn well that Bruce wanted you too, the man could barely grasp basic concepts in his skewed mind. Yet here he was, contemplating on going over and breeding you deep. His military slacks strained against his growing erection. His only real issue was getting in and having his way without Bruce knowing.

“I should have known you'd be here.”

Shit speak of the devil.

“What Selina is busy or some shit?” Jason wasn't afraid of Bruce, and spoke his mind when talking to him. I heard Bruce's heavy feet walk next to his spot on the ledge. “If she is fuck off, Ypu cant have her.”

“Jason, you know there's always another option: We could share her. If you would get over your ego-”

“No, she's mine.” Jason seethed out, taking off his mask. “Besides I know you can smell her, shes in fucking heat down there, And I’m going to claim her. Stay out of my way.”

“Who knew you could be so stubborn,listen I can have her for one night and then I'll Leave you and your weird hero fantasy alone for the rest of your lives,” Bruce took another step forward. “Just for tonight.” Jason finally turned around to look at his idol. He knew he wouldn't leave you alone unless Bruce got his fill of you. It was really shitty he had to do it tonight of all nights.

“Fine. I won't hesitate killing you.”

Your phone lit up your face as you held your stomach close, trying to ignore the growing heat within yourself. It was only 11 pm, and you would have assumed that sleep would eventually take over and you’d pass out, but nope. Not even your curse of being an omega would grant you that, but it did grant you the ability to lose the guard you've been keeping up for the past hour.

You didn't even hear the sound of the window opening and closing as you cried out from your painful abdomen cramps. But what you did hear was the sound of footsteps coming towards your bed, making you freeze up. You turned off your phone, to try and pretend to be asleep. It was a stupid idea, but your mind wasnt functioning properly as it susallly does. The comforter was slowly lifted off you, your head buried under a pillow. Silent tears trickled down your face, your pillow getting soaked in the process.

A hand trailed up your spine, the touch alone soaking your panties even more. It was an alpha's touch, the smell engulfing you, filling your lungs with a poison-like feeling. His hand trailed up to the back of your neck, yanking your head up. You let out a shrill scream trying to grab back to your temporary nest. You were thrown to the ground looking up to see your tormentor Jason Todd and Bruce Wayne standing over your cramping body.

But what was strange was that they were working together… Jason has explicitly told you that he despises Bruce, so why in the world would they ever consider teaming up?

“Shhh, this will all be over soon… Then it can just be me and you again.” Jason cooed, kneeling down to your huddled up body. His hand trailed down your jaw and up to your lips, pressing his leather gloved fingers unto your tongue. “Bruce here wants to have a taste of you, and trust me he's not gonna touch that pretty little pussy of yours, that's for me.”

“Go awa-Ah!” You yelled out as Bruce grabbed you by the ankle, forcing you out of your curled up position, your sweat covered body making all the arousal from the touch go straight to your cunt. You panted out, either from fear or just the sheer amount of arousal you were feeling at the time. You watched in a daze, the words jumbling up in your head as Jason got up in Bruce's face and started to yell at him.

“Fucking hurt her and ill fucking paint the walls with your blood, do you fucking hear me.” That was enough for you to shut up and whimper and shy away from them two. You knew the more angry they were at each other, the harder they’d take it out on you. Yet you couldn't levy the tension between the two, the pain taking over. You cried out your abdomen, feeling it was like getting stabbed repeatedly.

"You're in pain. Let me help you." Bruce pulled down your lace panties and began to rub you in small circles. You clawed at your carpeted floor moaning out loudly. Bruce chuckled at your antics. "Your soaked baby. Jason has been ignoring this huh?"

Jason grabbed your face and kissed you, forcing your neck in an uncomfortable position. He tapped his tongue on your lips, signaling you to open up for him. He was always rough when it came to you, and possessive. You could recall when you were allowed out and could get past Jason, another alpha had simply tried telling you that you'd drop your wallet, only for not even seconds later, a bullet to have gone through his skull.

Jason peppered kisses all the way down to your neck, admiring the mark he made when he first had claimed you. "It's funny how I got to something before you," He teased Bruce who only rolled his eyes.

"She's going to like me more though."

"You shut the fuck up." Jason seethed pulling you up and away from Bruce. You knew Jason like the back of your palm, and Bruce's best bet right now was to shut up, not just for his sake, but your own. Jason was going to try and prove a point with you and that's something you wanted to avoid at all costs.

"Y-You know I only have eyes for you." Your trembling hand went to touch Jason's scarred face. He seemed to appreciate that and moved towards your touch.

"You're so beautiful." Jason mumbled pulling down his military cargo pants. You could hear the various weapons move around as he kicked them to the side watching as his cock popped out from him not even deciding to wear boxers while out on patrol. He knew he was coming here tonight, why did you even try to assume any better.

Bruce came from behind you moving to where you sat on his lap. You could feel his hot and heavy cock on your back. His hand dug into your pussy, soaking his hand. He stuck his index finger deep into your ass. You screamed out more latching on to Jason. You could hear the growl rumbling within his chest as he eyed Bruce dangerously. Every move Jason made was calculated and precise, and you could read him getting more and more pissed at his adopted father.

"What did I tell you about hurting her…"

"If you get that tight little-" Bruce slapped your sopping wet pussy, the sound resounding around the room. "Cunt. I want her fucking ass. You said it yourself, we can share her tonight and then I'll leave you two alone. So do you really want to test the waters right now?" Jason growled at him before putting his attention back to you. His face softened as he took off his jacket and shirt. He pushed you further unto Bruce and deeper into your nest. His fat cock laid on your stomach as Jason went in for a kiss, just a single peck as you whimpered under their touch.

Then just then, Jason pushed himself deep within you hissing at how tight you were. Your juices coated his length, and Jason nearly lost himself then and there, but he knew how fragile you were and stroked your hair fondly. You squirmed against him, as soon as he reached the hilt of his length you came around him. Bruce snickered behind you using your high from your previous orgasm to shove himself deep into your ass. The pleasure you were feeling turned into pain as your hole stretched to accommodate his girth.

Jason was too lost in already pounding you into oblivion to care. His animalistic instincts are finally taking over, he's not even speaking a lick of English and is just pounding into you repeatedly. Each time his hips connected to your cervix you let out a small whimper, it felt like you were dying but strangely it was a good feeling. It felt like pure ecstasy. Bruce barely had to move as he was reduced to low grunts and groans.

“Look at him, getting pussy drunk. Looks like he cant handle you baby.” Bruce whispered into your ear. He let out a sharp hiss as Jason held you close, reaching his peak.”I’m going to knot you so fucking good…” Then his fiery gaze connected with Bruce who was seemingly just using you.

In which Jason did not like at all.

In a fit of rage, he pulled you off Bruce, and you wailed out as Bruce's cock tore from your insides. Jason held you by the undersides of your legs and started to really pound into you. His upper body strength made certain to not let you go, as your juicesciated his abs and cock. His knot entering in and out of you with a loud pop. Bruce tucked himself back into his armor and watched as Jason bred you with more vigor than he's ever seen even when he fought him. He watched as Jason threw his head back and thrusted his now swollen knot deep into you,inevitably locking himself with you. Jason let out a series of shallow pants before reaching behind him,grabbing his gun, and successfully loading a bullet into his ‘fathers’ head.

Blood soaked the walls behind you. And it coated your back, making you feel all the worse. Jason kicked Bruce's dead body off your nest and laid down, his scared face greeting yours with a smile.

“I told you ill protect you… always.”

[momentspassd]

As someone who spent much of her time in dangerous parts of the world, climbing up mountainsides that could and would kill her if she made a mistake, Selina liked to believe she was keenly aware of her surroundings. A youth spent in the peaks of Montana hiking any place she could get off to the petite blonde had been trained on bears, wolves, and other potentially dangerous wildlife.

Yet, being here and having seen Terry, the alpinist was far off her game. She hadn't noticed Saul Weissberg enter the coffee shop and line up behind her. Off in her head, too many thoughts of the past commingling with everything currently taking down her life, Selina ordered and stepped aside in full autonomy.

"Good morning." The blonde's head jerked up and toward the voice she'd subconsciously recognized as speaking to her, the response had been automatic.

Wait...

'I'm Saul...'

Terry's ex-husband.

Something immediately began to churn in the pit of the photographer's stomach— why was her ex and Saul in the same town?

They'd only met a handful of times and the interactions had always been brief. The mountaineer'd had no interest in getting to know him. But it was interesting that he didn't seem to recognize her at all.

Should she be offended?

"I think you just popped a cherry for me..." Sarcasm was often considered a second language for Selina. A side-effect of growing up the youngest to a few older brothers. The words had come out a little uneven and hesitant given the surprise and unease she felt, and she wasn't sure how she would play this yet. "No one's ever even halfway assumed me to be a hermit."

Unable to help herself the photographer looked Terry's ex-husband up and down. Noted there was no band on that ring finger. A small, breathy laugh finally bubbled up as she took the offered hand, "I'm just passing through. Used to small towns though and you don't exactly have the mannerisms and attitude of a small town guy." Lips twisted in consideration and there was a glint of amusement in her hazel gaze. "Where are you really from?"

Unsure if he'd recognize her by name since Terry generally referred to her as Sev, the climber let her hand fall away— "I'm Selina."

availability / @momentspassd / selina! setting / caffélicious; monday, august 5th, around eight am.

so, saul had a type: dark hair, light eyes—many people came to mind, including leon, thalia, and terry, to name a few—were his particular favorite, but saul appreciated beauty in all forms; he went crazy for redheads—dilara came to mind this time, and cassie when they had been married—and he always had an liking for blondes with dark eyes. he didn’t limit his attraction to just one classification, so when he saw the woman in caffélicious, she captured his attention immediately. for one, she was stunningly gorgeous. second, he didn’t recognize her. true, he didn’t know everyone in town, but saul had made himself a prominent citizen of blue harbor shortly after moving to town, and he would’ve noticed her instantly if they had crossed paths before. he couldn’t stop himself. he had to talk to her.

standing in line behind her at the counter, saul watched as she ordered and then stood off to the side to wait for the drink to be ready. he ordered his own coffee and joined her further down the counter. crossing his arms, he gave her a sidelong glance before he chose an opening salvo: “good morning.” saul greeted with a small, unassuming smile. “i’m saul—i’m assuming you’re either new or maybe just a hermit that never leaves your house, because i don’t think we’ve met before.” saul offered his hand for her to shake. “and if you are new, yes, this is the type of town where strangers just randomly introduce themselves.”

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

the unlikely streak of good episodes is piddling out to an undignified end but my nails need another coat of paint so. one more for the night I guess.

Gotham 4x12

do I think my Ivy pitch was better YES will I miss the very cute actress we've had who first replaced Ivy YES but omggggg hi Peyton List I haven't seen you since the Flash

I'm so charmed that Lee's first big moves as a crime boss are (checks notes) community organizing and mutual aid

what the fuck were the odds that not two, not three, but SIX major characters were present for this one explosion for mostly unrelated reasons

they're applying the Grundy makeup BARELY to the edge of Drew Powell's face at this point I have to assume the interns didn't manage to steal enough greasepaint from spirit halloween

... or they're saving it for Jerome?

I just want Lucius Fox to have one safe pleasant and normal day

listen I've made very clear that I don't particularly care for Jimothy but I do admire Ben McKenzie's dedication to the bit. the commitment to utterly deadpanning a line like "there's a machine gun built into the hand of this wooden nutcracker here" is without peer

please don't make her dress sexy I'm really feeling Ivy just wandering around with soaking wet hair in a big shitty sweater and docs

hey congrats to Barbara and Tabby and Selina on filming the worst commercial ever but why does Ivy think she hated Selina :( girl that was your best friend you literally brought her back from the brink of death

none of this would be happening at Barbara Kean's School for Wayward Young Girls I'll tell you that much

Alfred is absolutely about to get this poor woman killed oh my god

well is it moss or is it poison ivy come on now

god Barbara's wigs just keep getting uglier

REALLY respect that Selina saw her ex boyfriend and her best friend having simultaneous meltdowns and without hesitation decided to focus on her best friend her priorities are so correct

Alfred did in fact get a woman murdered. cool.

so many versions of Batman have Alfred keeping Bruce tethered to his mortality but this Alfred apparently requires Bruce's presence to prevent him from careening around Gotham wreaking havoc and leaving bloodshed everywhere he goes

what was the point of making him Solomon Grundy tho

Riddler down so bad he's speaking in rhyming couplets this is insane

I don't know whose idea it was that Ed should just spend a couple episodes kicking it as the doting moral support while Lee's on the Narrows campaign trail but they were. correct.

oh my god Harvey and Alfred depression era vigilante buddy comedy

all the love in my heart for (some of) Legends of Tomorrow but we really were robbed when the rogues got yanked away from the Flash... imagine if we'd gotten more of Golden Glider... what if they'd really let Peyton List get crazy...

can NOT say I'm loving this new Ivy characterization though :/ very powerful but unfortunately at the cost of being any fun at all

SKJKDHFJSLFSD'KFDJFLGJDLLFSDF RIDDLER SELF BETRAYAL ??? oh my god massive L

don't get me wrong depicting """split personalities""" in this cartoonishly evil way is very very very bad but oh my goddddd imagine getting so horny that the evil half of your brain kicks in and decides that he needs to hire an assassin to kill the woman you're so horny about so you can function again.

"nice job, Ed. I guess" is honestly maybe the nicest thing anyone who's not Oswald has ever said to him

Alfred about to evade the long arm of the law once again by scurrying free while Jim and Harvey tearfully make love on top of this very sticky bar

oh my god wait Harvey Bullock has discovered the power of self esteem I LOVE when people who are obsessed with Jim Gordon's dick realize they can do better. HE LITERALLY SAID HIT THE BRICKS GO OFF KING !!!

in conclusion: maybe season 4 is still okay actually

yeah hi we're doing this again because I had fun last night. yeehaw.

Gotham 4x10

another tasteful depiction of mental illness courtesy of Gotham!

The Batman (2022) was actually ripping off this episode of Gotham when it used Ave Maria

less than four minutes in and we've already got one (1) character who's a.) a scary mentally ill person and b.) a scary Black person and c.) a DEAD Black person all in one. god I hate this show

OH NO NOT RIDDLER BANGS

Pyg claiming that he "terrified the city for months" when he was in like three episodes has me in shambles what the fuck is the timeline of this show

guys I'm really sorry I don't have a lot of funny goofgoof commentary for this one but this is actually just a pretty tight ep for Gotham. like not a single plotline makes me want to put my head in a cement mixer that's pretty big here

Jimbles really just ordered one of his cops to escort a woman all the way to FLORIDA surely you can't make an employee do that with no notice

damn I guess Oswald's a dad now fr

arguably THEE cuntiest thing Oswald has ever said or done I LOVE this for him. and he's not even lying his parents actually did love him. what a FLEX.

oh okay oswald is super duper NOT a father actually. jesus christ in heaven.

oh okay yes he is I guess. the whiplash in this episode is crazy. but either way the kid is leaving so. but god man this little freak just can't stop caring about people no matter how much it gets used against him I'm emo

spoke too soon about there not being any plotlines that make me want to put my head in a cement mixer because THE EVIL HALLUCINATORY REFLECTION RIDDLER IS BACK god damn it ALL

can I not know one day of peace

[dalphahale]

siiinfully​:

x

It was not the story she had heard, but far more horrific. Selina hadn’t experienced losing family in the way that he had, but she found herself in tears by the time he was done. Derek might not have been looking for sympathy or had planned on using his tragedy to appeal to her emotions, but she felt the pain and grief just the same. She couldn’t help but reach over to grasp his hand and then squeeze it as a single tear trickled down her cheek. “And you deserve a place of your own. I wouldn’t want to work for someone forever, too. Especially someone like…like him.” It was no secret that their feudal lord preyed upon the women of the house. He did wait until the maids were old enough before he started making advances, but the knowledge that once a girl could be considered a woman, she would have some big, burly man chasing after her was of little to no comfort.

“My family wasn’t as well-known as yours. Although my father was a known drunkard and my mother taught me and my sister how to survive on the streets by stealing. It wasn’t a life that I wanted, and since my sister seemed to be content living with them, I left. And wandered. Until the old cook found me and brought me in for work. I’ve been here ever since,” she said, not hesitating to share her story, too. In a way, it was like a weight off her back as she’d always wanted to talk about it but didn’t quite trust the other servants not to make it the center of their gossiping circles. “…do you think if you managed to set up your own forge, you would take me with you? I know nothing of the trade, but I’ve always been a fast learner.”

-

Derek wasn’t expecting such a reaction out of her, especially when he didn't truly know her yet even if it somehow felt he did. He appreciated the empathy, so used to being alone that he had a hard time even accepting the small gesture she had given him. “I have heard about him,” he said softly, his own hand moving over to wipe the tear that had made it down her face. He figured if he caused it then he should be the one to fix it. “He doesn’t do anything to me but I think he knows I would kill him if he did.” There would be no hesitation from him. He could make any weapon he wanted and the man knew that. He did feel sorry for her though and he couldn’t do much to protect her at the moment.

He listened to her, his eyes softening when she explained how she got to this place. He didn’t judge her for doing what she had to do to survive, if anything he found it impressive that she managed to live on the streets and then become a favorite servant of the house. “I could, if you wanted to come with me.” He could always use more hands though he knows she would do a good job. She was well liked where they were and he heard many people whispering about just how favored she was. “I would like it and I think you would be a great fit but you know what would happen if you left here. They would want you back so if you’re serious about following me then we would need plan some sort of escape.”