#jim gordon scent

[fanfic-the-wish-your-heart-makes]

Fanfic writer here. Let me just...write that down ✍

This actually seems like it just has to be canon. What else could he smell like, except for maybe whatever his current lover smells like (later seasons Oswald must wear fancy perfume at least sometimes)?

What does Jim smell like? :)

Hello anon :)  Thanks for asking :)

I think I have in the past said that I think Jim probably smells like plain old shower gel - possibly seeing aftershave as something that isn’t an everyday, especially when he’s in one of his puritanical scowly moods

However

Jim’s suits are all perfectly tailored to fit him. Now - that’s because he’s the hero, and has to look good at all times (the costume department have said they deliberately source second-hand, slightly too-big suits for Harvey’s rumpledness) - but the in-universe explanation for that is that Jim does actually care about his physical appearance and how he presents himself, probably more than he’d care to let on.  

So - I think he’d probably wear a discreet amount of something.   Not too old-fashioned: Jim has a reverence for his father, but he also feels conflicted about him, deep down.  Scent hits memory and emotion like nothing else, and I’m not sure he’d be able to stomach actually smelling like his father.

So - I think he probably wears something that Barbara bought him for a birthday or Christmas, and that he’s simply stuck to since then.  Barbara likewise feels conflicted about her own background, so I don’t imagine anything her father or uncles are likely to have worn.  Something Chanel, maybe?  Maybe something a little chilly and sharp - Barbara might have been head over heels for Jim, but she’s intuitive, and she’d maybe have subconsciously picked up on those aspects of him.  Possibly Lauder for Men, then - with galbanum and juniper. Crisp and green and clean - none of the heavy leathery scent of older men’s fragrances. But some sneaky little floral hints in there, too, since Jim does have a softer and more vulnerable side. 

When he’s been misbehaving, and is all bluster and self-righteousness, and trying to project his faults on to everyone else, I put him in the new and deeply awful reformulation of Dior’s Homme Sauvage.  It’s a scent that shrieks ‘I’m normal - don’t pay attention to me!’ at a truly obnoxious volume.  You know any of those scenes where he’s been morally dreadful, and looks like he’s breaking out in a cold sweat, and is alternating between desperately avoiding eye contact and self-righteous bellowing, and is terrified that he might have more in common with Oswald and Barbara and Selina than he would ever care to admit?  Dior Homme Sauvage.

Apologies to anyone who likes Dior Homme Sauvage :D

[guiltgal]

I keep thinking of fandom x pokemon teams and then finding pokemon that would fit if there were regional/convergent versions of them and now I'm making it y'alls problem so here we go to start: Bruce Wayne/Crobatman

Public Brucie Wayne Pokemon. These are mostly non-combatant companion pokemon that the public knows he has:

Ace: Eevee that he had as a child that evolved into a Umbreon and a gift from his parents. This is one he has both as Brucie and as Crobatman, but it gets its own little cape and cowl when out with him. Ace is good friends with Bruce's partner Crobat; another childhood pokemon.

Maman: Kangaskhan; a companion pokemon that he feels an affinity with as a parent. This one, in particular, has an adoption problem just like him and adopts Gotham Cubone that it raises in the caves. Each of her adopted Cubone have become close with Bruce's children.

Duchess: Swanna; an entirely Brucie companion pokemon. A flock of them and Duckett live on manor grounds and this one enjoys playing along with Brucie's behavior at social events. Vain.

Vivillon (elegant pattern): another Brucie companion from the lands around Wayne manor.

Finizen: a fun-loving, unevolved pokemon that joined Brucie after a yacht party.

Shiny Aromatisse: publically, this pokemon provides lovely and wonderful scents and smells around Brucie's person to cut through the stink of Gotham, but in actuality provides comforting scents in high stess situations like hostage situations and helps healing down in the cave. She also happens to be an old lady as she belonged to Martha Wayne from her childhood as a Kane. Bruce loves her.

Blissey: the partner pokemon of Dr. Thomas Wayne before his murder. Often helps in the cave and good friends with Alfred Pennyworth. Often slaps Bruce for reckless behavior.

Gholdengo: a pokemon that's been in the Wayne family for generations.

Crobatman's partners and more combat/support oriented pokemon. Not all are permanently on the team and some just came to him in one way or another.

Knight: a Crobat that evolved from the Zubat that led tiny Bruce out of the caves he'd fallen into as a child. It scared him initially, but they grew very close. Ace and Knight are Bruce's oldest personal pokemon, and Knight joins him in the field as a vigilante.

Pearl (Gotham Marowak): Evolved from a Gotham Cubone that followed him home from his parents' funeral. A staunch companion that's good at dealing out damage as well as comforting children.

Zangoose: Caught during Bruce's training world tour and learned alongside him.

Gliscor: Caught while Bruce trained with the League of Assassins among the hidden cave bases there. One that shared his sense of justice and hates killing.

Swoobat: Caught in the caves below Wayne Manor. Comforts victims with their fuzzy body.

Sawk and Throh: more companions Bruce made on his world tour. Often sparring partners in the cave. Make fine training companions but don't leave the cave or manor much.

Excadrill and conkeldurr: helped build the cave. Were pokemon that chose to stick with Bruce because of his love for Gotham.

Brody: A Noivern caught as a Noibat from Gotham's cave system below Wayne Manor. Bruce often rides him over Gotham's skyline.

Carbink: Many hang around the cave area like the various bat pokemon, but one in particular loves to be in the main areas.

Gray: A Gumshoos that followed Bruce home after deducing he's batman. Helps Bruce with cases and good pals with Jim Gordon's Gumshoos.

Silvally: found on one of Bruce's cases. Created by Lex Luthor to defeat Superman and his more alien pokemon.

Lunala: Chose Bruce due to affinity. Not part of his team unless they decides to join him on justice league missions.

Rex: a Tyrantrum Bruce caught on a case. Pampers the thing by showering it with compliments. He thinks he's super cool, and it makes Bruce feel boyish.

Vengence: a Corviknight brought as a rookidee back from an English holiday in his teens with Alfred just before he left on his world tour. Roosts with Penny, Alfred's Corviknight.

Batvroom: a Revavroom that possesses that Crobatmobile. Named by Dick Grayson.

Kryptonian Minior (green core): Clark entrusted this minior to Bruce's care as a show of trust and frienship. Keeps to its meteor form unless needed.

[frownyalfred]

gothamites getting into heated debates over whether batman patrolling while in prerut is irresponsible or not. meanwhile gordon keeps mum about the time he caught the omega pack scent clinging to robin

Jim has a big galaxy brain realization where he finally connects the dots (strange pack behaviors, pup, aggravated Batman) and just takes a step back from Robin and pretends he didn’t notice ANYTHING.

Robin is clueless but Batman visibly reacts. Jim waves a hand at him in a vague but respectful what can ya do? way and it’s never mentioned again.

[theodorecanaryhood]

The Tattooist and the Artist: Death and Destruction

Part VII

The Joker escapes from Arkham and abducts reader. Red Hood becomes lethal again and vows to take him out.

Warnings: violence, swearing and sex

These moments with you were Jason’s best, he cherished everything. The feel of your skin, the sound of your voice and of course your scent.

Jason was deep inside you when he felt your hand reach for his, Jason’s slow and steady pace had you writhing underneath him. Your body was still for Jason alone, and it drove Jason mad.

‘Y/n’ Jason moaned in your ear, you sunk your teeth into Jason’s neck as he felt himself get close. Close to the end of the race as he filled you up.

His dick had been aching for a release and it was too irresistible not to explode while buried inside you.

Jason huffed out as he caught his breath, realising he had been selfish and not allowed you to come. Jason gave you a deep kiss as he slithered down and ducked his head under the covers.

‘Oh fuck’ you gasped as Jason took your hard length into his mouth, finishing you off while he smiled at the release of your pleasure.

Of course, it isn’t just sex that Jason treasures with you, it’s everything. But the fact that you never grow tired of Jason and never to hesitate to take his length, just makes Jason feel so special. Feel so good.

Jason was a happier man now ever since he got with you, especially since you said yes to marrying him. Even more so.

He sings in the shower, he whistles a lot of the time when he is working. His regulars always say they notice the change. Roy has said it too many times.

Jason is such a happier person now he has you, he has nothing to offer but his undying love for you.

Though, happy moments always get disrupted and Jason found himself watching the breaking news on the TV in the studio.

A breakout at Arkham Asylum has caused mass casualties and disruption among the citizens of Gotham. Jason always prayed hard in these moments, but he saw red when he found it was Joker that had escaped.

Jason saw police cars outside and near enough shit himself on the spot. Realising they were going at a speed he’d been away from for a while.

Jason was driving home when he got a phone call from Commissioner Gordon, not sure why he’d be getting a call he answered.

‘Hey Jim, what’s up?’ Jason asked, Jim’s voice was filled with concern as he began to break the news.

‘Hi Jason, I need to tell you something’ he began, Jason’s heart stopped beating as he found a safe place to pull over.

‘What’s wrong?’

‘There was a break in on Preston Avenue, an art gallery was raided and the owner, y/n y/l/n was taken. We’re trying to find him, but he had you as his emergency contact’ Jim informed as Jason’s heart never seemed to start again.

‘What?’ Jason whispered, tears in his eyes as he realised the break out at Arkham and your disappearance had to be connected.

Jason went to the BatCave and remained there until he found a lead, he had to find you. Even if it killed him in the process, Jason had to get you home safely.

‘Jason? I’m concerned about you, you need to take a break and eat something’ Bruce said softly, running Jason’s shoulder.

‘I have to find y/n Bruce, I won’t stop until he’s in my arms alive and well’ Jason replied sternly.

Bruce knew what Jason was going through, he’d done this every day for almost a year while Jason was under the grips of Joker. Bruce couldn’t argue, he’d done the same thing.

‘You need any help?’ Bruce asked only for Jason to slightly nod.

There was silence in the room as the two men hunted for a lead, hunting for you.

‘I love him so much, Dad’ Jason said, finally breaking as the tears came out.

Bruce looked as Jason let his emotions fall from him, tears down his face. His body shaking as he looked at the screen.

Bruce pulled Jason in and held him tight, Jason rested his head on his father’s shoulder, soaking his shirt with his tears. Jason hadn’t cried like this before, it was a pain in his chest that he’d never thought he’d feel. A pain of heartbreak.

The two remained where they were for a while until Jason could stop to take a breath again, wiping his tears away. Bruce still had his arms around his son, not letting him go, as he had done so long before.

‘I’m going to kill the Joker, I am. He needs to die Bruce, please don’t get in my way’ Jason said as his face showed nothing but anger.

Bruce wanted to protest, but then he felt the same. Knowing the Joker had killed his son, Bruce wanted to kill him. But never did.

Red Hood was a menace tonight as he hunted through all the leads he had, the hideout he found Joker was hiding in.

Batman was close by to help take enemies down, but he wouldn’t intervene when the time came for Jason to kill the Joker. Batman wouldn’t lie when he said he doesn’t want Jason to go down that road, whether or not he changes his mind, Bruce will stand by his son.

The room you were in was dark, but there was some light sources scattered around, enough for you to see your surroundings. You knew it had to be a few days by now, as your stomach was hurting from the hunger. You were thirsty and just wanted to go to sleep.

‘Little precious, the big bad Batsy isn’t coming’ Joker laughed as he showed you his face.

You were trapped with your arms and legs bound, the other two hostages were in the room with you. You sat in between them.

Joker pulled the young woman’s hair, the young woman who was in the gallery with you at the time of the ambush. She whimpered a little as the Joker pulled out a taser.

‘Leave her alone’ you shouted, getting Jokers attention. He smiled menacingly at you, coming over.

Holding the taser to your crotch, you felt your heart racing as he neared you. The Joker remained smiling as he inched his hand, holding the taser, towards you.

There was a crash from outside the room and some gunfire, diverting Jokers attention elsewhere.

‘He’s here’ Joker laughed, you stared at the door waiting for it to open, only to feel a sharp pain in your stomach.

You blacked out as you realised it was a stab to your gut, and you were bleeding heavily, losing consciousness you went out easily.

‘Fuck you’ Red Hood screamed as he rushed to the three henchmen in the room.

Snapping one guys neck, severing the seconds jugular and throwing the third out of the window. Not caring who lived and who didn’t, Jason just wanted you.

‘One bad day!’ Joker laughed, recognising Jason straight away as the Robin he’d killed years before.

Red Hood reloaded his guns, Joker pulling out the famous crowbar. Triggering Jason’s memories of his death, he saw Red and Jason let the adrenaline lead.

It wasn’t long until Jason had the Joker on the floor after hitting him with a powerful punch, shooting him in the knee.

‘What now son? Batsy must be so proud’ Joker smiled.

Batman arrived just in time to witness as Jason pulled his gun up and shot Joker in the head. Red Hood stood for a couple of seconds as he watched Joker, dead on the floor.

‘Y/n?’ Red Hood let out a gut wrenching scream as he ran to you, unconscious.

Jason sat next to you the whole time you were in hospital, never letting go of your hand. Still not sure if Jason was even here, he just remained where he was.

You opened your eyes after a few hours of being here, confused yet also terrified that you were still where you were.

‘Baby’ Jason gasped as he saw you were awake, Jason’s face coming into your view.

You cried with relief as you saw him, Jason, and he saw you looking at him. The two of you smiling.

You reached your other hand up to place on Jason’s face, he held the hand with his other, kissing your palm. Jason felt his heart beating again for the first time.

There weren’t any words spoken, but Jason knew you were there. You knew he was and that was all that mattered in this moment.

An unspoken love toward each other as you had your sweet reunion.

[finniestoncrane]

Sins of the Father

Dano!Riddler x GN!Reader, word count: 4k commission: you're held hostage by the riddler in a bid to bribe your father and bring his nasty crimes against gotham's needy to light 🐀💚 commission me here! kinks are so multi-faceted. it's fine if this is interesting/arousing/scary/healing for you! you're normal, and you're completely valid 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: exhibitionism kinda, noncon, dubcon, threats, crying, ransom, hostage, restraints, kidnapping, threats

“Please, daddy! He says he’ll let me go if you give him the money… not your money though, he says it’s not your money. The funds for the hospital? Is he telling the truth daddy? Did you steal money from those kids? I’m so scared, daddy! Please, please, I need you to-” The video stopped, your tear stained face, cheeks red and raw from where the duct tape was torn from them, the haunting still that was left on the screen. The GCPD officers hung their heads around the table, awkwardly shuffling, uncomfortable with the contents of the disc that had been mailed to them that morning. “He’s denied everything. Not even willing to 'fess up to save his daughter. So until we find out anything else about the money from our own investigation, there's no point in asking him.” “Yes, sir.” Detective Jim Gordon pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing before he spoke. "But we know that's his motive. We know there's a trail. Anyone else involved in this scam, we have to be getting them into protective custody. Who knows who his next target is! It could be anyone in this city." "Yes, sir." The officers spoke in unison, making their way to the door before they were called back. “Hey, hang on. There’s more.” Gordon pulled another disk out from the file in front of him. “He’s sent us another one.”

You tried to move your wrists, even millimetres apart from the arms of the chair you were taped to, but it was no use. Your ankles were the same. And while you had wasted a huge amount of time, exerted most of your energy, for the past three hours trying to loosen the restraints, you now realised it was futile.

No moisture left to form tears, you still sobbed, whining almost. Screaming into the gag as he came back into the apartment, stepping closer to you. With a gloved hand, he stroked your cheek, shushing you. And when you didn’t stop, he brought out his little switch knife, holding it close to you as you managed to squeeze out a few more pathetic tears.

“Do you think your daddy got the message?”

A few moments of consideration, and then you nodded, unsure if it was the right answer. It wasn’t.

He laughed, maniacal, growing in volume until it was verging on a scream, at which point he stood up, jumping, shouting around the room as he paced.

“No, no, no, no, no, noooooooo, NO! No he didn’t! Of course he didn’t. Those people never do!”

He softened his voice as he grew close to you again, crouched back down, eye-level, and maintaining the gaze without blinking.

“Honestly, you’re better off here with me.”

The Riddler, clad in his costume, hands coated in leather, no fingerprints on your body yet, stroked at your cheek once more, holding your face between his hands.

“I’ll keep you safe. As long as you’re worth something to me. Can you be worth something?”

You nodded, instantaneously this time, desperate to keep yourself safe no matter what.

“Good… let’s see how true that is then.”

He left you sitting there in suspense, his back turned to you as he sat at his desk. Home, fresh from the kill no doubt, the faint scent of blood on his gloves still lingering in your nostrils. Before even letting himself breathe, giving his skin a moment of reprieve from the mask and the jacket and the gloves, you could see he was in the process of loading up his laptop. As the screen flickered to life, the rest of the room now seeming even darker that it did before in the pale, dim, yellow light, you watched him clicking and typing, calm, precise.

He fiddled with the camera that balanced on the top of the screen, angling it until he felt it was just right, clicked once more, and then leaned back in his chair. The relentless pinging sounds of people tuning in began, their messages filling the chat. You wondered if they knew. About you, your father, the video he had made you record. Had the GCPD released a statement? Was your father pleading for your safe return? Did he really steal that money from the funds for the new children’s hospital? Everything was up in the air, completely unknowable. Your entire existence, boiled down to cliché questions of a procedural drama. Your future, even your present, a riddle.

Twitching at his voice, you looked up, staring at the back of him, as he began speaking to the viewers.

“Hello, everyone. I have some unfortunate news to share with you all. At present, the GCPD are currently coming to grips with the news that their city is completely plagued by corruption, far worse than they ever thought. Or, did they know all along? We’ll have to see how many of the little piggies will be added to our list, won’t we?”

The relentless pinging of accolades, hearts, likes, shared joy at the notion of murder and revenge filled the room. You stared at the floor, trying to will your ears to close, to not have to hear the insanity in the echo chamber. You were interrupted in your efforts though as he began moving, lifting the little camera and heading over to you.

You tried to shield your face, but he gripped your cheeks, harsh, immense strength behind the hold he had on you, and turned your face towards the little blinking lens.

“Do you recognise her?”

The pinging, insane, no doubt filled with people who indeed recognised a Gotham socialite, finally getting what she supposedly, at least to them, deserved. He stroked at your cheek, the leather-clad fingers of his right hand ghosting over the tear stained skin, trailing down your neck and toying with the collar of your shirt.

“Perhaps you might recognise her if we revealed a little bit more?”

A maniacal giggle filled the room, but he managed to choke it back quickly to resume his one-sided conversation with the viewers.

“Yep! That’s right! And wait until you hear what her daddy has been up to! Such a shameful, disgusting man.”

He let you go, almost throwing your face to the side roughly as he went back to the desk, sitting down and almost gleefully exposing the heart-breaking details behind your father’s misdeeds. It was hard not to believe him. He’d done his research. He seemed to know everything, inside and out. Every tiny little fact and figure. And of course, the crowd went wild.

The Riddler finished up his preaching, his words sharp, cutting, painful to listen to. You weren’t sure if that was the reason that you were sobbing uncontrollably. It was either that, or the sudden realisation that your father was a bad man. That the Riddler was right. Gotham’s elite were corrupt, all of them. And now, you were to sit here and wait for your fate to be revealed to you, paying for the sins of your father, a punishment you didn’t deserve but were going to get either way.

“So, if there’s one thing I can get you to help me with, it would be to put pressure on the GCPD to release the ransom video. Let them know that you know it exists. Let them know that we know what this little dolly’s daddy gets up to. We want to see the evidence I sent them, we want to see the city get tired, grow restless in the wake of these revelations.”

His voice was now raised to the point of screaming. He took a deep breath, shaky, as though he was actually nervous underneath the mask. Stepping back over to you, he crouched by the chair, pressing his cheek to yours.

“Ok, say goodbye to everyone now! We have another video to record.”

He waved fanatically to the camera in his hand before he clicked it off, making his way back over to the desk to close the laptop. With his phone in hand, he approached you once more, seeming to tower over you.

“Detective Gordon? Are you alright, sir?” Jim blinked, refocusing his eyes on the room, the officers who were waiting patiently for his instruction, the screen which was black. “Sorry, Officer Barnes. Press play.” Flickering slightly, the screen started playing the second video they had received that day. Same girl, same chair, same room. You looked tired though, more so than before. And your face was redder, eyes watering, bloodshot completely. You stared straight into the camera, sobbing past the duct tape that was over your lips. And then he made his appearance, stepping into frame from the left-hand side. “Hello! I hope you’re paying attention this time, friends. Because the response to the last video has made me quite angry.” His tone was playful, cheerful almost. There was a distinct note of cruelty behind it though, one that was far more threatening when preceded by the giggling and lilting speech pattern. And just underneath it all was your chorus of light weeping. “So, have any thoughts? It would be wonderful if you could share them with me, and the citizens of Gotham. Surely they deserve to know what their city officials are doing about this criminal? No? Or are they not doing anything at all? What a puzzle! Perhaps, it might show you how serious I am if we damage the bargaining goods a little?” You let out a loud wail, choking on your sobs. The Riddler turned to you, gripping the hair on top of your head at the scalp, shaking you a little, forcing you to look into the camera. “OH! You’ve interrupted me! Apologise to the nice policeman, who will be watching with bated breath to hear the end of my sentence!” Between your sobs, you managed a muffled sound that could have been an apology, and he nodded along, letting your hair go. He sighed deeply, exaggeratedly, facing you to shake his head to show his disappointment, before turning back to the camera as he tutted. “Apologies, not much of a good player, is she? I had better expectations for a hostage. Anyway! Maybe we’ll give this a reshoot, or better yet, maybe our next video will contain some more… unsavoury things being caught on camera… to really heighten the tension! Bye!” The officers who had been watching in silence turned to Gordon for their next instructions, looking to him for guidance, reassurance, or just something to take the awful taste form their mouth that the video had left. But they found him, eyes turned down to the table, head in his hands. “And we still have no idea where he is. Or how he’s getting these videos into the precinct. One of our own must be working with him, or something. I have no idea! But we need to find this freak.” “Yes, sir!” The collective cry, a weak attempt at rallying themselves, before they left the room left Gordon with no optimism that this might be resolved before he had to witness something far more cruel and disgusting. He looked up at the screen, the final frame still shining out from it. The Riddler, masked, but it was strangely obvious he was smiling. And you, staring straight into the lens, silently begging, praying, hoping, that someone was coming to rescue you. Anyone. Gordon stood up from his chair and made his way out of the briefing room, ignoring the calls of his name from officers who had questions, who needed some help, some clue about what they should do next. Heading for the roof, he let his fingers hover over the switch for the light they had installed recently. But he let his hand fall. It wasn’t that bad yet. Calling on him would only signal panic. And that’s what the Riddler wanted. They could do this themselves, they could save you. And if they couldn’t, then maybe they deserved to fall with the rest of Gotham.

The Riddler stood beside you, holding a cup of water in his hand. The glass was filthy, the water looked unsanitary, but you drank it anyway, grateful for this one display of kindness you had been shown since you had woken up in his company.

Beyond him, you looked to the camera, the red blinking light flashing. It was on. The stream wasn’t open, or at least it was silent. But he was recording. And as you wondered what he could possibly be recording for, you felt cold droplets of water splashing on you.

His hand trembled as you sipped, spilling drops of the water down your cheek and onto your lap. With his glove hand, he made a move to dab at it, to rub it in, fingers tensing around your thighs until he looked up, meeting your gaze, his pupils contracting behind the lenses of his clear glasses.

“You’re so pretty. Do you realise how pretty you are?”

He scoffed, incredulous laughter following it, trailing into a feverish little chuckle at a joke only he knew.

“Of course you do! But how much has that helped you in life, do you think? Was it more the good looks, or the money? Which one got you as far as you’ve been? Or was it both, equally?”

Kneeling in front of you, as though he were praying at some altar he had made of you, he rested his head on your thighs, sighing softly.

“I’m not pretty. I’m not ugly, but I’m not pretty. And I definitely don’t have money. I never have. No opportunities for me, and the ones I had were snatched away from me by the cruel, greedy hands of people like your father. And yet, look at this!”

He lifted his head up, looking into your eyes once again, intense stare giving way to what you could only assume was a smile by the way his cheeks rose within the mask, and his eyes glinted.

“We’re both in the same place! In fact, you’re not! We’re not equals in here either, because you are completely at my mercy.”

Removing his gloves first, he reached for your cheek, the cold of his hand striking against your warm and flushed cheeks, red with the heat of fear.

“I’m sorry. I think I’d like to spoil you. Ruin something of your father’s, since he ruined something that didn’t belong to him.”

He let his thumb fall to your lip and you flinched, but he kept at it, stroking it over and over, teasing it down to expose your teeth before tracing down your chin, over your jawline, to your neck. From there, he walked his fingers down the front of your breast bone. When he reached the buttons on your blouse, he began to undo them, slowly, the speed only making it more unbearable, more terrifying.

As more of your skin was exposed to the cool of the room, you held back your tears and your gasps, determined to remain stoic, strong, in the face of the danger that now gently brushing his fingertips over the top of your breasts. You refused to give him a reaction, to give him what you suspected he might want. But you feared that you might have read him wrong, as he continued unbothered.

With a shuddering exhale, he pulled your shirt to the side, your breasts now completely exposed to him. With his finger pointing out, he moved towards your hardened nipple, circling it, before gripping it gently between his finger and thumb, squeezing at it and gasping as your chest hitched up a little. At what he assumed was an invitation for more he allowed himself to cup your breast entirely, his face falling to your chest, nuzzling into you as he kneaded your flesh, thumb flicking over your nipple as he groped at you.

You tried to control the natural responses that swelled inside of you, but you let out a small noise, a mewling sound, almost a whisper. But he heard it.

Leaning back from you, he placed his hands on your knees, letting his palms push up your thigh, shifting the fabric of your skirt up, your underwear on display. Leaning in, he took a deep breath at your sex, settling back down on his heels and bring his hands to your inner thighs, spreading them apart. You tried to force them closed, but he was stronger than you, his movements becoming aggressive at your insubordination. So much so that you decided it was better, easier, less risky, to be a passive victim than play the defiant hero.

“That’s it, a good little doll, make it easy to play with you.”

With his finger out, he let it stroke up the front of your panties, the fabric pressing between and outlining your folds. He reached the top, pressing harder where he assumed your clit was, the sensation of the touch making you squirm. It wasn’t unpleasant, but you hated yourself for even thinking that. Still though, your body’s reactions gave way to the lie you were trying to force up to the surface. And as he stroked his fingers up and down, you could feel your slick collecting, lips swelling and warming under his touch.

“You must like this. Do you like it?”

You didn’t respond, you kept silent, lips pressed tightly closed behind the duct tape as your eyes began to sting with fresh tears that collected and pooled before trickling down.

“Do you like me?”

There was a gut-churning vulnerability behind the question, and you sobbed louder, muffled by the tape.

“Do you like me!?”

You nodded frantically, screaming behind your gag as the sudden shift in tone and volume. Standing up, he moved to your side, holding your chin in one hand while he undid his belt with the other, undoing the button and zip of his pants and letting them fall slightly as he reached under the band of his underwear. Releasing his cock, he let it bob in the air slightly, pulling your face towards it, your eyes pressing shut as you saw it, crying louder, tears fat and warm on your cheeks. He ripped the duct tape from your mouth, the pain sharp and hot.

“Sh, sh, sh. Open your eyes, just do this for me. Please?”

He requested it as though you had a choice. As though his hands weren’t gripping your cheeks tighter and tighter the longer it took for you to obey his command. You opened your eyes, his thumb slipping between your lips and parting them, pressing down on your teeth to lower your jaw. With his other hand, he pumped at his cock, slow, long movements, teasing the foreskin over his flushed and glistening head, holding it firm as he angled it to your open, awaiting mouth. No risks here. You were smarter than that. You would do as you were told and you would do an adequate job.

“Suck it… please, please do that for me?”

You did as he asked, letting your lips close around his mouth as you hollowed your cheeks, the taste of him, of your tears that travelled to your lips, salty and bitter.

“I like this. I’m thankful for your touch. But you know what?”

He grabbed at the back of your head, forcing himself further into your mouth, the sudden sensation of him filling you completely causing you to gage and choke before you relaxed around him.

“You’re disgusting for letting me do this to you. You think you can use sex and money and your good looks to get you what you want?”

The sound of his palm meeting your cheek cracked around the room.

“It’s not that fucking easy.”

His grip was tight, and he jutted his hips forward as he held your head still for him, fucking your face, his head slamming at the back of your throat.

“You don’t get to escape! You don’t get what you want! No one does in this city! No one except for the bad guys!”

He groaned, one final grunt sending his seed down your throat, a small trail of it landing on your tongue as he removed himself, not allowing you a moment to breathe before he covered your mouth with the duct tape again, leaning forward and kissing at your now hidden lips, his own still behind the mask.

“But that’s fine, because according to the police and the press, I am a bad guy. So finally, I get what I want.”

Your father sat at the table in the briefing room, legs nervously bouncing, sweat on his brow. Truthfully, if he cared to look within himself deeply enough for any semblance of honesty, he would have to admit that the stress was caused by giving away the money. That the nerves were for himself. That the tears he had cried in the police car on the way here were out of fear of his own imprisonment, the consequences of his actions on himself, more than on you. But on the surface, he knew it was wise to maintain the façade of the grieving father. It might play better to the press, to the judges, and to the officers, who watched him from the corners of their eyes as Detective Gordon entered the room. “Apologies, sir, we’ve only just now located the disc.” “About time, I could have your badge for making me wait! That’s my daughter with that maniac! You wouldn’t let me broker an agreement with him, more than happy to let me package up my money for-” “It’s not your money though, is it, sir?” Gordon’s face was still, neutral, as best as he could hold in the face of such a poignant example of the true corruption that lay beyond his reach as Detective. “Don’t get wise, Gordon. It doesn’t suit you. Besides, do you know how far this reaches? I could turn in a couple partners, some guys I know who are in on this… in exchange for maybe a lighter sentence…” “How about we rescue your daughter first, get the locations of her whereabout from this video… then we’ll see what kind of punishment you deserve.” Furious, and barely managing to contain the rage, Gordon nodded to the officer who had loaded the disk into the computer. He pressed play, and the screen lit up. “Hello again, officers! And hopefully, the father of my sweet little victim here! It’s a pleasure to speak with you all again.” The Riddler was ever cheerful, almost giddy. He raised his hands from the bottom of the screen, displaying to all in the room that your hand was clasped firmly in his. “Thank you for the money! It’ll serve well for the rest of my work. It’s tiring, and thankless so far. But it’ll all be worth it.” You were staring into the camera, eyes wide, frantic, your skin pale. “Unfortunately, though… for you more than me, I suppose, you won’t be getting anything in return for it. I’ve grown quite fond of my little captive here, and I think we might be in love!” He let out a squeal, tightening his grip on your hand, the video capturing the tears that fell from your eyes and down your cheeks, over the duct tape that held your mouth shut, quiet. “I’m not going to give her back. You don’t deserve her. But you do deserve what is coming to you. You all do. And I might just have another video for you, but that’s really just to show everyone what a good girl she’s been for me.” The video ended, and Gordon turned to your father who was sitting speechless, furrowing his brow in rage more than worry or sadness. Without speaking another word, Gordon left him in the care of the officers, who placed the handcuffs on him once more and led him to the holding cells. As Detective Gordon made his way to the roof, he could hear your father’s shouts echoing through the building. It was probably time to flick the switch. Call in backup.

[babsggordon]

Staying

TW: mental health issues, emotional issues, anxiety

Barbara is recharged against the desk, closing her eyes tight to make a huge effort. Her prototype wasn't fully functional, since she would opted to get a surgical one but how are the things right now. She doesn't think that can be possible right now. The headphones in her ear were transmitting the signal of the phone call. Which she was struggling to understand, the important thing is that he get it. That Jim Gordon got it.

—Yes, I'm telling you, you need to leave Gotham, you can't stay at this place anymore it's not safe. Not either something the GCPD can mannage—

She insisted, a while ago she sent the evacuate notification to the GCPD, in her vision, Alleytown was the first place, next the rest of the city. A battle for the city is coming. The pit was just the start.

«Barbara, you cannot stay here either is dangerous and you're defendless in there. Plus, you haven't considered that, with people off the city and external forces causing chaos and distractions local goons are gonna be completely out of control»

Jim responded, he was right. She scolded herself internally for taking this situation in another whole personal level. But she just wanted him to be safe. She huffs.

—You're understanding, Dad. Local goons are the least thing i would worry about. How difficult is for you to just take Haley and go to our old house in virginia? You're a cop! You're supposed to be good at following instructions —.

There was a silence for a couple of seconds, Jim then scoffs and makes a weak laugh at the other side of the line. Making Barbara break the tension it was rising on her.

«First of all, that was your Father's house, not mine, I don't have nothing to do in it. Second of all, you're the one who needs to listen, take a deep breath for me, honey, please»

Her father, the alcoholic man who killed himself and her mother in that accident. The one who resisted to listen to other people, the one who forced her to grow up at such young age the same man who—

«Inhale»

Barbara took a seat in the chair, and followed the instructions. Inhaling the air of the ambient, not humid as the cave, but with a scent of concrete and wood. Now, the belfry.

«Exhale»

She did as told. The grip of her fingers that had tightened in the desk was loosing in the process, with every breath. The pounding sink feeling was deepening in her chest as she breath.

«The first time you went on a mission, what did I told you?»

It was weird to think about that, in those times she was barely 16, and wasn't definitely her first mission, she had been Batgirl for a while. Anyway, her father mannaged to discover her secret. Even if they didn't spoke it, until she revealed herself as Oracle to him a couple of years ago. He watched, listened, and cared for her. What kind of Dad would be if he didn't?

Since the accident, she has been dealing with the strange paranoia and fear to the world. A hunger to prevent everything but changing with the weight of making mistakes under the influence in over-thinked thoughts. She's a good planner because she's a natural overthinker. But it was times like this when everyting that she has been repressed is taking over her.

—It's useless to repress my thoughts—Her voice sounded broken, but his throat tightened with each breath—If I want to have a clear mind I have to let it go. Let them happen, let them flow, let them go—

Barbara didn't wanted to think of the worst case scenario, but the thought was already in there. Just eating her brain and blinding her judgment.

«Exactly, just breath, embrace them and let them go»

She took a deep breath once again. Making herself self conscious of the situation. And agreeing with what her Dad was saying, getting the GCPD and specially him (probably the only trustable cop in the city) out of the situation would be a huge mistake.

«The GCPD can help holding the random contingencies around the city, before the event in Alleytown detonates and it extends all over the city. Just breath Barbara, everything will be alright, you're not alone»

She took another moment to keep breathing to herself, slowly clearing her mind. Everytime she's alone, this happens. Its the first time in the last week where she got some help. But help isn't bad, right?

—Okay, —She finally mutters, reclutantly— Please, just take care, and if something happens— She was interrupted.

"Call the hotline, search a bunker" Jim was so used to this process, especially after returning to health after Barbara's paralysis. «Please be safe you too...» he dry swallowed. «I love you Barbara»

—I love you too Dad— She finally hangs up the phone.

She now, needs to focus, the has to finish setting up the belfry and track the evacuation of the city. At least the surrounding districts of Alleytown. Putting a pin in the financial district, she has a feeling, it was one of the most vulnerable points, either for distraction or goons taking advantage of the situation. But most important right now, she has a meeting to prepare.

[gothamslostboy]

Asking for Jervis w/ male reader one bed troupe. I think it would be funny if he got all shy and blushy, and they woke up closer than they remember in the morning... Gay as shit for that man

A/N: I too am gay as shit for Jervis and love the one bed troupe. I know I said it’d be out tomorrow but I finished it early and don’t see the point in waiting to post.

You Need Better Pillows

Jervis Tetch x Male Reader

WORDS: 1,539

YOU JERVIS TETCH

He couldn’t believe this. It was HIS house. The mail was addressed to Jervis Tetch and still Jerome managed to convince him to share a room with one of the others. They all had to lay low for a bit, causing mass mayhem and killing people tended to make Jim Gordon the GCPD look for you, and Jervis’s house was the only one they didn’t know about.

Only problem: it is a 3 bedroom house, not 4. The other two rooms had twin beds and Jerome argued it would be easier to share his king sized bed then try to squeeze together on a twin. No he was rushing to tidy up his room while you three finished arguing about who got their own rooms.

Gosh he hoped Jerome won the argument, he really didn’t want to share a bed with a sadist who smells of sweat. Johnathan would be fine, the first thing he did once they arrived at the house was shower, and he didn’t seem like the type to kick or move in his sleep. If Y/N lost, oh my, there’s a possibility Y/N would be sleeping in his room tonight. Jervis’s pace quickened as he cleaned, mind & heart racing at the mere thought.

Y/N was the man who made him feel as though he was Alice, stumbling through wonderland lost and confused, still in awe of everyone and everything around. Before you, life was gray, dull, everything menial and slightly aggravating to do. The first day you were introduced to Jervis, standing next to Jerome & Johnathan, arm extended for a handshake, he began to see dull shades. Oh! As soon as your palms connected, it was almost breath taking how quickly grays turned blue, red, green, and ever other color under the Sun or Moon. Y/N was the perfect guy for Jervis, but he didn’t know if he could handle laying next to you, inhaling your perfect scent for hours. His heart might burst, and Jervis didn’t want to get your perfect skin dirty or risk waking you.

After the room was basically spotless, Jervis stayed pacing back and forth for what seemed like hours. What would he do if you were to sleep in his bed? Could you notice how he grinned like the Cheshire Cat next to him? Is it possible you’d return his feelings? Or would you be disgusted? Jervis never had the courage to as about your love life, if he discovered that his perfect partner was spoken for he’d have to hypnotize you into his arms, but he wanted you there willingly. Perhaps you weren’t interested in men at all? What would Jervis do then? He’d never force you to be a sexuality not belonging to you, but it’d hurt to much to live. Here goes his mind again, falling down the rabbit hole due to Y/N.

Ah ha! Jervis know what he’ll do, yes, he has the perfect solution, he’ll give up his room for you to share with Johnathan! Y/N L/N and Johnathan Crane are known by every “villain” in Gotham as completely platonic friends, best friends who do most everything together and have for years. Even before becoming rouges, the pair had been inseparable. He knows nothing will happen between you two, and you’d have to agree because then neither would be unfamiliar with sharing with the other. Yes, this will work nicely! Jervis strides over to his bedroom door, turning the doorknob and taking a few steps before bumping into something, or, as he discovered looking down, someone.

You let out a small woah as you fell, landing on your butt and peering up at Jervis, the annoyed glare disappeared from your features and a small twist in the corners of your lips taking over. Geez roomie, not even in bed yet and I’m falling for ya. Heat rose to Jervis’s cheeks as he leaned down to help you up, muttering apologizes before a slight rigidity shot through him.

Roomie? You had called him Roomie, which meant that indeed, Y/N and him will be sleeping in his room, in his bed, so close together. Wait- what else had you said? Jervis cleared his throat and turns himself back toward the room, hoping his face will return to its normal color before he must face you again. Ah, I’m assuming you lost the, what did Johnathan call it, “Battle of Sleep Conditions”? Yeah, turns out always picking rock is a horrible strategy. You shrug your shoulders as you follow Jervis, eyes darting around his room as you stop in the doorway, blissfully unaware of how panicked the man you’re conversing with is. A comfortable silence stretches over the room, well, comfortable for you. The quick gleams of your pupils and the subtle head nods are too inconspicuous for him to see as he scrambles to determine if your reaction is negative or positive. Instead of asking, his fingers intertwine themselves with they stringy ends of his throw blanket. Nice room Tetch, your place looks way better then whatever hell scape Jerome’s house is. Seriously, how’d he even come up with some of that stuff? Your words and small laugh let his shoulders fall and mouth exhale a small sound mimicking yours, white teeth coming into view. I’m not sure Y/N, perhaps the same way he comes up with all the horrors he’s created. Anyhow, thank you for the compliment, I’ve had to do quite a bit of redecorating since the old owners moved out. He sent you a slight exaggerated wink, feeling much better watching you gracefully travel about his room, fingers tracing faintly over the designs and engravings cluttering his possessions.

I supposed so, hey, is there a bathroom in this part of the house? I still have gunpowder on me and the one Johnathan used is waaayyy back there. You put down an old hat stand on his dresser to point left, the direction you had stumbled into him from. Of course, Jervis guides you to the side of the room he was on, this door here is to the master bathroom. Do you need anything? There should be all the necessary toiletries already. He pulls the door open and flips the light switch as he moves to give you a pathway in. Actually yes, if you don’t mind. GCPD got into the lab before I had a chance to grab my go bag, do you mind if I borrow so pajamas? I’m alright in this if not. A sheepish smile graces Jervis’s favorite face, and he finds it hard to speak over the deafening thump of his heart. Y/N, you can absolutely borrow something to sleep in, sorry the guards I got for you weren’t suitable for protecting your workspace. What would you like: silk, cotton, I have many different kinds to choose from. He scans the drawer of pajamas looking for a pair you’d like.

Don’t worry about it, guards lasted long enough for me to leave and that’s what matters. I’ll be good with just a T-shirt and boxers if that’s good with you Tetch, thanks a million! Once again tonight, Jervis finds himself hiding a blush for you as he hands over the clothing. Lovely Y/N will be sleeping in his bed, in his clothes, next to him! Hearing the water turn on, Jervis changes his own clothes and lays down, staring at the ceiling. While he ponders how the bed will be shared, his eyelids grow heavy. Despite trying to fight it, he succumbs to slumber before you can return, the days events catching up to him. After you finished your shower, you had quietly slipped under the covers on the opposite side, purposely leaving space between you and your secret crush to keep him comfortable.

Waking up the next morning, Jervis relished in the quiet. Seems he was the first to wake. He moved to stretch, suddenly feeling an unfamiliar weight causing him to freeze. Instead of a blanket, he found himself wrapped in Y/N’s grasp, head tucked under the other man’s chin. The panic and shock started to subside, though his embarrassment stayed. How had this happened? He fell asleep on one side of the bed yet here he is, cuddling on the other with a very much still asleep and unaware Y/N. Did he move over? Was he pulled over during the course of the night? Jervis remained as still as possible while he looked for clues to answer his many questions, but apparently not still enough.

You had stirred, pulling his back even closer to your chest & tightening the grip you had on his waist. Your pillows sucked, you’re too comfortable, go back to sleep Jervis. He heard your mumbled words and decided that maybe that was a good idea, so he began to get comfortable. He struggled for a bit before turning to face you, curling into your chest and letting a content sigh slip out, not seeming to notice the chuckle bouncing through you. With one last good morning , Jervis let himself drift off once more. More then happy to let his future self deal with the situation when he awakens.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

The Sleeping Bat (Working title)

by SCP_66666 In the city that seems to never sleep, and never stops, it is not uncommon to see a man dressed in black to be rushing towards an objective somewhere just out of his reach. A bat flying through the night sky, dodging the blinding lights of those that seek to bring it down back to earth. A group of masked men and women fighting to protect what continues to make them human, even when it seems like it only pushes them closer and closer to the edge. A monster laying in the arms of a woman larger than life, breathing in the scent of home. Words: 1665, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of BatFam & Symbiotic! Reader Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics), Red Robin (Comics), Batman and Robin (Comics), Nightwing (Comics) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other Characters: Original Child(ren) of Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne's Parents, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake (DCU), Damian Wayne, Titus | Damian Wayne's Dog, Ace the Bat-Hound (DCU), Bat-Cow (DCU), Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Barbara Gordon, Jim Gordon (DCU), Harleen Quinzel, Pamela Isley, Selina Kyle, John Constantine, Barry Allen, Wally West, Reader, Gotham City, Lady Gotham (Danny Phantom and DCU), Original Batfamily Member(s) (DCU), Original Characters, Duke Thomas Relationships: Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth & Bruce Wayne, Barry Allen/Bruce Wayne, John Constantine/Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne & Reader, Batfamily Members & Batfamily Members (DCU), Stephanie Brown & Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Damian Wayne, Jason Todd & Reader, Dick Grayson & Reader, Damian Wayne & Reader, Tim Drake & Reader, Stephanie Brown/Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown & Reader, Cassandra Cain & Reader, Barbara Gordon & Reader, Alfred Pennyworth & Reader, Duke Thomas & Reader Additional Tags: Parent-Child Relationship, Child Abandonment, Past Child Abuse, Protective Venom Symbiote (Marvel), Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Genderfluid Character, Reader is a Child, Protective Batfamily (DCU), Big Brothers, Big Sisters, Protective Siblings, Aunt Harleen Quinzel, Shapeshifting, Canon-Typical Violence, Cannibalism Puns, Cannibalism, Adopted Sibling Relationship, Sibling Rivalry, Sibling Bonding, Protective John Constantine, Parent John Constantine via https://ift.tt/OEHai38

[ravagers-blog]

"....there's an alley of Bruce....... I'm kidnapping her not only to fuck with him ...but she keep her safe ... she's the daughter of Jim Gordon and she's the closest thing to a older sister I have..... The joker..... shot her through the spine paralyzing her " Jason felt tears drip from his eyes "please don't let anyone hurt her"

@arkhambird

Rose clenches her jaw, contemplative. Jason having such compassion for the enemy could throw everything off. For a cop, no less. But one look at Jason and she knows she'll agree regardless. Jason Todd sees himself in every victim. It's why he's spared Harley, despite the role she played in his torture.

"I won't let her get hurt." She agrees, although her expression is pinched. "... Don't make a habit of keeping Bruce's strays." She warns.

"Just where do you plan to keep the mighty Oracle?" She drawls. It's a serious question, Barbara Gordon is highly trained and her mind is a dangerous thing. Rose isn't naive enough to think the loss of her legs has slowed her down a bit. She'd only fought Batgirl once, briefly, not over anything personal, long before she'd gotten involved with Jason. People like Barbara are like dogs with a lead, once they catch a scent they chase it until it falls dead in their jaws. With tools like the Bat has, she has a never ending pool of leads to choose from. You don't just give something like that up.

[ao3feed-superbat]

What Mad Pursuit

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/VI0g915 by arrowinthesky (restfulsky5) Clark and Bruce are finally honest with one another and share one night in each other’s arms, then a heat, with the promise of more. But then Bruce becomes deathly ill. Self-doubt is Clark’s worst enemy, and his newly acquired omega status Bruce’s. Believing he isn’t enough of an Alpha for Bruce to survive his biological alteration, Clark finds a way to time travel and bring someone the omega had once loved back from the dead. Upon his return, without the person he’d meant to bring back for the greater good but with other Gothamites from Bruce’s past instead, he finds his world changed—again. Bruce appears to be improving, but Clark’s claiming mark on Bruce’s neck is covered by another’s. Or is it? Words: 5904, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Batman (Movies - Nolan), Justice League - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damien Wayne, Jim Gordon, Barbara Gordon, Barry Allen, Hal Jordan, Diana (Wonder Woman), Leslie Thompkins, Rachel Dawes, Harvey Dent, Cassandra Cain, Slade Wilson, Lois Lane, Alfred Pennyworth, Oliver Queen Relationships: Bruce Wayne/Clark Kent, Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson, Jason Todd/Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne/Other(s) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Time Travel, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Omega Verse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Worldbuilding, Pack Dynamics, Mpreg, Unplanned Pregnancy, Complicated Relationships, Omega Bruce Wayne, Alpha Clark Kent, Alpha Jason Todd, Alpha Dick Grayson, Beta Alfred Pennyworth, Omega Damien Wayne, Protective Batfamily (DCU), Possessive Clark Kent, Bruce is a good parents, Bruce Has Issues, Bruce Wayne Whump, Hurt Bruce Wayne, Bad Coping Skills, Mental Health Issues, Possessive Superman - Freeform, past Bruce Wayne/Selina Kyle - Freeform, Selina skipped out on Bruce, Nonsexual Submission, Mating Cycles, Knotting, Heats, Scenting, Intersex Omegas, suppressants, suppressant abuse, omega drop, high level omega, Nesting, Age Regression, Jason Todd is temporarily Bruce’s Alpha, Body Modification, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Dubious Consent, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Mating Bonds, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Omega Tim Drake read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/VI0g915

[fanfic-the-wish-your-heart-makes]

Jim Gordon Masterlist 💙

Going to a winter market❄

Reaction to you being stressed because you have a lot to do

Scent Headcanon

Is Jim Gordon slander in reader-inserts okay? 😂 (includes a poll)

April Fool's Day 👻🤡💜😂 Part 1 Part 2

Part 2 Gotham Character Ranked by How Many Flowers They'd Give You + Headcanons 🌹🌸⚘🌼🌺

Reasons to Read Jim Gordon Romance 😂😭

Gotham Characters React to You Getting Easily Scared by a Movie 👻☠😈😨🎃

[envihellbender]

I think that Victor’s face should be covered in blood and terrifying to Jim Gordon who he’s come to visit after a job

Characters: Victor Zsasz, Jim Gordon

Fandom: Gotham/Batman

Content: threats, blood, Asshole!Gordon

“Hey Jimjams,” Victor said from the doorway, Gordon jumped and spasmed in surprise. He dropped his glass of whiskey he was ending the difficult work day with and instinctively reached for his gun. When he looked up and saw who had interrupted him, his eyes widened and his face paled. Victor smirked as he looked at the pathetic excuse for a cop, a pale slither of Gordon’s gut poked out from his shirt threatening to tear the buttons from the fabric. On the floor was a pile of smashed glass and whiskey which showed its cheapness in its thick scent.

“Zsasz, what-” Gordon’s words were stuck in his throat. All he could do was stare, it wasn’t that Victor had come into the police station as a deliberate intimidation tactic exactly. He had decided to wander in after a particularly brutal kill, he needed to pick something up for Oswald and he always liked to freak Gordon out. Victor’s black clothes were thick and damp with blood, it might not have been visible to Gordon but what was visible was the deep scarlet dripping down his forehead, covering his cheeks, and falling from his chin to his neck and chest. Killing one victim with a gun shot to the neck when he was less than a foot away, and killing another with a stab to a particularly thick looking artery whilst he was straddling her waist.

“What‘a up? Something on my face?” Victor asked with a smirk filling his facs. He lifted up a gloved hand to his face, he rubbed his index finger over his cheek to cover it in blood and then sucked it clean. “Did I get it?”

“Zsasz. Why are you here?” Gordon growled, his grip not loosening on his gun even though he knew he’d never get away with trying to shoot Victor Zsasz.

“The Penguin needed someone’s file, right? Figured I’d do him a favour.”

“I can go bring it to him myself-”

“Nope. Not happening,” Victor interrupted with his signature shit eating grin. He took a few steps forward and perched on the edge of Gordon’s desk. “I may not be able to kill you, but you don’t expect me to let you keep treating the Boss like he’s just one of the dudes in the drunk tank.”

“Zsasz, you know you’re just a hitman, right? That means you just keep your mouth shut and shoot when Penguin tells you to.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Victor yawned. “Come on, Gordon. File. Before I get bored.” He began rummaging through the items on Gordon’s desk. “Huh, who’s file is-”

“Alright, alright,” Gordon grunted. “Your getting blood everywhere. Just take it and go.” He pulled open a drawer and handed the file to Victor who snatched it and jumped onto his feet.

“Nice. So, you never saw me here, you don’t know what happened to the file, blah blah blah,” Victor said as he left. As he stood in the doorway he turned over his shoulder and winked, ignoring the blood collecting on his eyelid. “And Gordon, I’ll be in touch.” He stopped and wiped his hand on his cheek and pressed it into the white door frame, leaving a bloody imprint of his leather glove.

[bctglrl]

BARBARA GORDON / BATGIRL : STATS 

GENERAL DETAILS.

FULL NAME: Barbara Lee Gordon

NICKNAME(S): Babs. Barb. Babsy. Batty-Girl. BG. GBG. (FOR YOUR OWN SAFETY: DO NOT CALL HER BARBIE)  

AGE:  20-Something

DATE OF BIRTH: September 23rd   

PLACE OF BIRTH: Gotham City, New Jersey 

 CURRENT LOCATION: Burnside, Gotham City, NJ  

 ETHNICITY: White 

 GENDER: Female 

 PRONOUNS: She/Her 

 OCCUPATION: Librarian, programmer, professor

 EDUCATION LEVEL: Doctorate in Library Sciences. Mastery in Computer Sciences. Mastery of Legal Studies     

EXTRACURRICULAR: Vigilance 

 LIVING ARRANGEMENTS: Roommate to Frankie Charles 

 FINANCIAL STATUS: Bruce Wayne paid off her student loan debt so currently, comfortably middle class

 SPEAKING VOICE AND ACCENT: American, small rasp

 SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, French, Cantonese 

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE, ETC.

FACECLAIM:  Kennedy McMann / (alt fc. Savannah Welch) 

 HAIR COLOR AND STYLE: Ginger. Wavy, middle part, past shoulder length. 

 COMPLEXION: Fair, freckles 

 EYE COLOR: Green 

 EYESIGHT: Wears contacts / glasses 

 BODY AND BUILD: Athletic

PIERCINGS: Ears, helix, nose

SIGNATURE SCENT: Strawberry  

HEALTH.

MENTAL DISORDER(S): PTSD

 PHYSICAL DISORDER(S): Paralysis (temporarily cured via experimental neural surgery) 

 SLEEPING HABITS: Night owl

FAMILY, RELATIONSHIPS, ETC.

MOTHER: Barbara Kean (Estranged), Leslie Thompkins (Step-Mother, as of Gotham) 

FATHER: James “Jim” Gordon

BEST FRIEND: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Artemis Crock, Frankie Charles, Alysia Yeoh, Donna Troy, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain

EXES: Dick Grayson (verse dependent), Luke Fox, Jason Bard, Ethan Cobblepot

SIBLING(S): James Gordon Jr (Estranged)

[wigglediggleswivvel]

This was a WIP that I abandoned it was supposed to be about Ed getting beat up by protestors thinking he's a cop and Oswald takes care of him, this makes absolutely no sense at all but what the hell.

It was a very busy day at the GCPD and Ed is running around fulfilling tasks that aren't even part of his salary, God he hated this, they were understaffed now because some random low life criminals decided to shoot up the place, lucky for him he wasn't in the bullpen but in the examination room once again rummaging through a corpse he wasn't supposed to touch.

He really should be more respectful, what with the dead cops and grieving families outside their building begging for justice they would not be able to give anytime soon, the crooks were wearing masks and ran away in a car as soon as they finished shooting up the place.

"Nygma get over here and look over these files!" Detective yells, he scurried over to him and immediately he shoves a pile of files into his arms.

Honestly…

"What exactly am I supposed to be looking for detective?" 

"Anything, a mobster is definitely behind this, ain't no way a bunch of criminals would jus' shoot up a place full of cops for no reason." 

"That doesn't narrow it down Detective." 

"Ugh just look for any mobster who has beef with the GCPD, look Falcone, Maroni heck look up Fish Mooney while yer' at it." 

"Yes Detective." 

"Great, fucking bastards think they can get away with this! Thirteen cops dead and we barely made a dent on the case!" Harvey Bullock slams his mug down on his desk, spilling cold coffee on the surface littered with files of all sorts." 

"Hey Ed can you come over here a sec?" Jim Gordon calls  for him, quickly Ed heads over, holding the files in his arms. "Yes Detective?" 

"Can you brew up another pot of coffee? I'd do it myself but I've got all this work and—" 

"Not to worry Detective I'll make a fresh pot and bring you some, I'll just put these files in my office." 

"Great your a lifesaver." Jim pats him on the shoulder and Ed nearly cringes at the physical contact but quickly he smiles and thanks the Detective, leaving to put the files on his desk.

"Yo Nygma! Get these bullet casings to evidence will ya!" A cop calls.

"Yeah this too!" Another cops puts a torn piece of fabric in a plastic baggie on top of the bullet casings and files, Ed smiles instead of answering, nodding his head, he's walking all around the bullpen, putting the files on his desk, going to evidence and putting away the bullet casings and fabric, then he heads over to the break room where others are sleeping and he starts a fresh pot, the scent waking the officers and having them crave a cup of coffee.

After he's done Ed walks back down the stairs with a steaming mug in his hand and setting it down on the desk, the Detective thanks him and returns to sifitng through papers in a manner that suggested how disorganized Jim Gordon was. 

Fucking finally he can start on the files.

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Six hours…

Six hours and he's found absolute nil. Detective Bullock was going to give him an earful when he comes by to ask for information.

It's past midnight now, the moon is high in the sky and from what it says on his watch its currently three in the morning, fuck he needs to get home, Oswald is probably pissed at him now.

He rushes out the bullpen, only a few are left on their desks, some asleep some looking at files and papers, he sees Detective bullocks with his feet up, leaning against his chair with a hat covering his face, Jim on the other hands is focused reading a file while sipping at his coffee, he had moved the coffee machine and put it on an empty desk with an extension and the entire tray of instant coffee packets were on the desk as well.

[ao3feed-harleyquinn]

The Sleeping Bat (Working title)

by SCP_66666 In the city that seems to never sleep, and never stops, it is not uncommon to see a man dressed in black to be rushing towards an objective somewhere just out of his reach. A bat flying through the night sky, dodging the blinding lights of those that seek to bring it down back to earth. A group of masked men and women fighting to protect what continues to make them human, even when it seems like it only pushes them closer and closer to the edge. A monster laying in the arms of a woman larger than life, breathing in the scent of home. Words: 1665, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of BatFam & Symbiotic! Reader Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics), Red Robin (Comics), Batman and Robin (Comics), Nightwing (Comics) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other Characters: Original Child(ren) of Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne's Parents, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake (DCU), Damian Wayne, Titus | Damian Wayne's Dog, Ace the Bat-Hound (DCU), Bat-Cow (DCU), Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Barbara Gordon, Jim Gordon (DCU), Harleen Quinzel, Pamela Isley, Selina Kyle, John Constantine, Barry Allen, Wally West, Reader, Gotham City, Lady Gotham (Danny Phantom and DCU), Original Batfamily Member(s) (DCU), Original Characters, Duke Thomas Relationships: Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth & Bruce Wayne, Barry Allen/Bruce Wayne, John Constantine/Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne & Reader, Batfamily Members & Batfamily Members (DCU), Stephanie Brown & Cassandra Cain & Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Damian Wayne, Jason Todd & Reader, Dick Grayson & Reader, Damian Wayne & Reader, Tim Drake & Reader, Stephanie Brown/Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown & Reader, Cassandra Cain & Reader, Barbara Gordon & Reader, Alfred Pennyworth & Reader, Duke Thomas & Reader Additional Tags: Parent-Child Relationship, Child Abandonment, Past Child Abuse, Protective Venom Symbiote (Marvel), Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Genderfluid Character, Reader is a Child, Protective Batfamily (DCU), Big Brothers, Big Sisters, Protective Siblings, Aunt Harleen Quinzel, Shapeshifting, Canon-Typical Violence, Cannibalism Puns, Cannibalism, Adopted Sibling Relationship, Sibling Rivalry, Sibling Bonding, Protective John Constantine, Parent John Constantine via https://ift.tt/hkudvrZ

[br-uwu-cewayne]

Thinking about Battinson slowly starting to step out more in his Bruce mask, courtesy of realizing the city needs more than what he had been offering her, getting back to Mayor Réal about what he could do, etc., and as such... kicking off that verse's version of Wayne being the Damsel In Distress Du Jour and needing to LET himself be rescued by the GCPD on occasion.

And when it all first starts he's annoyed, because this is drawing SO much attention to him and also having to LET himself be the hostage when he KNOWS it would be SO EASY is just so frustrating....

...until a few go rounds in, when he starts realizing like oh. another nice dark cool room to wait alone by myself in for a few hours 🥺 this is so nice thank you i was getting so tired and now like

Whenever the strain of Being Bruce Wayne is just graaaating on him, or even just an appointment coming up that he's too burnt out (or just... doesn't want to) attend... maaaaaaaybe he arranges... just... just a little anonymous ransom for himself online so he can get kidnapped soon. As a treat.