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sayain-princess-vegenta · 1 year ago
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I miss some good old-fashion Joker X Harley.
Finding some good fic/fanart/thoughts or rants is like finding a needle in the haystack.
I'm tired just give me my puddin' and Harls back.
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a-kind-of-merry-war · 6 months ago
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a jay has adopted my garden and I love him he is my confused baby friend
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airconditioningbob · 1 year ago
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juniortrooper69 · 2 years ago
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“The rat mind cannot resist the cheese even when the trap is obvious” -Dr J
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wispforever · 1 month ago
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putting this message here to let a tumblr friend know that I noticed they deactivated. I hope you're alright, thanks for giving me all of the asks over the years. I'm glad you liked my art. just wanted to let you know I care and it mattered
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rxg1nald · 1 year ago
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; he is so me
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harlequin-eldritchkin · 8 months ago
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Source: Batman & Joker: The Deadly Duo
"[Harley Quinn] could stand as a reminder to young girls that they can be a bit unorthadox but still be loved, misunderstood but intelligent; that they hold the power to brighten [a] room with a joke or smile, and harness enough strength and courage to be their own hero."
-The Ascendance of Harley Quinn, edited by Shelly E. Barba and Joy M. Petrin, page 13.
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homicidalqueeen · 5 months ago
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@chaoticjoke
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wanderingrustus · 1 year ago
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Don't drink and drive. There is no circumstance in which this is acceptable. Tonight I mourn the loss of a good friend, because someone made the decision to do so.
Rest well, Mistah J. May you fly high and set the sky on fire, one last time...
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breannasfluff · 2 months ago
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It’s a little past midnight when Danny hears someone scream. He drops the rubble he was collecting as Phantom and transforms back. He might be safer in ghost form, but any situation that has people screaming might also include someone reporting a ghost. 
Still, he trots toward the sound, keeping light on his feet. It means that as he rounds a corner and someone runs into him–hard–they both go down in a tangle of limbs.
“Shit shit shit shit!” His assailant scrambles off him. “Run!”
There are angry shouts and oh, Ancients, that’s a gang chasing this person, isn’t it? Danny’s up and booking after the person before he thinks twice. Only then does he clock what the person is wearing and nearly slides to a stop again. “Are you Harley Quinn?”
The outfit is familiar, even if the hair is currently a dark, dirty blonde. 
“None of your business!”
He’ll take that as a yes. 
“Why are they chasing you?”
Harley hisses as she slams into a wall, feet slipping on garbage as she tries to make a sharp turn. Danny lets himself drift just slightly into intangibility and relies on some minor flight to make the same turn. He doesn’t need to slam into a wall, thank you very much.
“Knew a Shell and was trying to find them, but got too deep. Mistah J doesn’t take kindly to people poking into his business. Even if he is in Arkham right now. Fuck.”
The last is because she’s run into a dead end. Danny skids to a halt next to her. While he could intangibly pull her through the building that blocks their way, it would raise a lot of questions he doesn’t want to deal with.
“Don’t you have a hammer?”
“Do I look like I’ve got a hammer stashed in my shirt?” Harley snaps back. 
It’s a fair point, but not one Danny cares about. He can’t let her get hurt. “Here.” Pulling out his taser, he shoves it in her hand. “Don’t lose it, I can’t afford another.”
“Wait, what about–” Her question is cut off as the gang rounds the corner.
“Nowhere to run,” one of them sneers. The men fan out, blocking any further chance of escape. 
Danny takes a slow breath and shakes out his arms. Ghost strength, don’t fail him now. 
“Think we’ve got a wannabe vigilante on our hands?”
Danny glares at them, settling into a defensive crouch. “Why don’t you come find out.”
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fandomnerd9602 · 1 month ago
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Vexing
Harley Quinn x Batman!Reader
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Chasing down Harley Quinn was rarely easy or a walk in the park but for once, it wasn’t. You cornered Harley on the edge of your company’s tower. “Quinn” you stated gently, “come back here, walk towards me, please” “What’s the point, Batsy?” she replies in a surprisingly sad tone. “Mistah J left me. I-I got nothing.” “That’s not true, Harley” you try to talk her down, gently walk up to her with your arms raised to show you were no threat. Despite your bat suit, you did try to have a sense of compassion for the former Arkham doctor. You understood that she was as much a victim of the Joker as anyone. “I got nothing. I got no one” she turned around, looking to you. Her face shows her ruined makeup, her eyeliner running from her tears. “I got no friends, Batsy” “I’ll be your friend” you take her gently by the shoulders “I’m quite vexing ya know” she gives you a nervous little laugh “You I can handle” you take off your cape and wrap it around her, guiding down from the tower and into a cop car. “Promise me you’ll call?” she asks as you guide her into the car “I’ll visit” you give her a little weary smile, quite rare from the dark knight of Gotham. Harley kisses the car window, leaving a lipstick stain on the window. From her point of view, it was right over your mouth. Over the next few months, you were there to visit her every week. Surprisingly talking with the dark knight was Harley’s favorite part of the week. As the billionaire philanthropist of Gotham, you made sure that Harley got the help she needed and you also went the extra step of providing multiple charity and outreach programs to help the citizens of your hometown. Eventually, the doctors of Arkham declared Harley Quinn to be clinically sane. She was released back on the streets. And her favorite Bat was there to pick her up. You guided her into your Batmobile, “I got an apartment set up for you, call in a favor to an old friend” “You know what I want, Batsy?” she asked you “What?” “I wanna see your face…(Y/N)” she states softly before explaining, “it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to put two and two together.” She gives you a wink. “Harley” she places a finger over your mouth. “Please. I wanna see my only friend” You gently remove your cowl and expose your face to Quinn in the safety of your Batmobile. Harley giggles, “I knew it. I knew you were that good looking do-gooder” “This stays between us” Harley zips her lip and crosses her heart, “friends promise.” “Good.” you try to put your mask back on but Harley stops you. “Now for my secret” she gives you a little smirk “Okay?” “I always had a thing for you. Mind if i be all yours?” she undoes her seatbelt, sliding into your lap. You put a gentle hand on her shoulder and hip “I only work on the side of justice” “I promise I’ll be the best partner in crime fighting / lover ever” she crosses her heart again. “Is your car self driving?” “Its a prototype but yes. Why?” She grabs your face, “Good” And with that she pulls you into a fiery kiss. This was gonna be difficult to explain to the league but they’d eventually come around. Who knew someone so vexing could also be so loving?
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homicidalqueeen · 4 months ago
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@chaoticjoke
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Heath Ledger as Joker for The Dark Knight
2008
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urdreamydoodles · 6 days ago
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Bat-Villains x Reader
You're the new hot and smart underling
Characters: Joker, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Bane, Scarecrow, Two-Face, The Riddler & The Penguin
The Joker
- From the moment you joined the Joker’s ranks, his interest was piqued. Your sharp mind and striking presence stood out amongst the usual riff-raff. “A diamond in the rough!” he declared with a manic grin. Though he initially treated you like any other henchperson, his curious glances and the way he leaned in during conversations hinted at deeper intrigue.
- The Joker quickly made it a point to test your intellect. He threw out riddles mid-conversation, asked for your input on his chaotic plans, and watched with delight as you matched his wit. When you pointed out a flaw in one of his schemes—something no one else dared to do—he clapped his hands and cackled. “I like you,” he said, the words dangerously lighthearted.
- He couldn’t resist pulling you into the spotlight, often assigning you the most high-profile tasks. “Let’s see what you’re really made of!” he’d say with a grin that sent chills down your spine. Success was met with a rare approval, while failure earned a manic lecture or a laugh that felt more threatening than amused.
- Over time, his obsession with you became clear. He’d show up unannounced while you worked, circling you like a predator and commenting on how “refreshingly unpredictable” you were. His attention was both a blessing and a curse, offering protection but also putting you in constant danger of his volatile whims.
- The other henchpeople noticed the Joker’s fixation on you, leading to whispers and jealousy. Some even tried to undermine you, but the Joker put an immediate stop to it. “Nobody touches my little genius,” he’d hiss, his voice icy before switching back to his signature grin.
- Despite his madness, there were moments where his attention bordered on genuine. He’d hand you a gift—a macabre joke of a trinket—and watch your reaction with keen interest. Yet, his affection always felt like a game, a dangerous dance where losing meant the stakes could turn deadly.
Harleen Quinzel aka. Harley Quinn
- Harley was instantly drawn to you when you joined the gang. “Ooh, fresh meat!” she teased, her Brooklyn accent thick with mischief. It didn’t take long for her to notice your sharp mind and how you carried yourself with confidence. “Smart and hot? You’re a triple threat, sugar!” she exclaimed, clearly intrigued.
- Harley loved testing your limits, throwing you into chaotic situations to see how you handled them. Whether it was a high-speed getaway or negotiating with rival criminals, she’d watch you with sparkling eyes, clapping her hands in glee when you exceeded expectations.
- Her flirtation was constant and shameless. She’d saunter up to you during planning sessions, twirling a strand of her blonde-and-pink hair. “Y’know, if I wasn’t with Mistah J, I’d have to snatch you up,” she’d say with a wink, though you couldn’t always tell how serious she was.
- As your competence became undeniable, Harley began to rely on you more and more. She’d drag you into her schemes, insisting, “You’re my good luck charm!” She’d giggle when things went awry but always trusted you to pull them back together.
- Harley wasn’t above showing off for you, either. During fights or heists, she’d go out of her way to make dramatic, acrobatic moves, casting a playful glance your way afterward. “Betcha didn’t know I could do that, huh?” she’d say, grinning ear to ear.
- Beneath her bubbly exterior, Harley grew genuinely attached to you. She’d seek you out during quiet moments, talking about everything from the stars to her favorite cartoons. “You’re somethin’ special, y’know?” she’d say softly, her tone unusually serious before covering it with a laugh.
Pamela Isley aka. Poison Ivy
- Ivy noticed you the moment you walked in. She had an uncanny way of sensing power, and there was something about your intelligence and charisma that intrigued her. “You’re not like the rest of them,” she said with a sly smile, her green eyes piercing.
- She tested you in subtle ways, asking for your opinion on her environmental crusades or challenging you with complex tasks. When you provided thoughtful, insightful answers, she found herself impressed. “Hmm, perhaps you’re worth keeping around,” she mused, though the glimmer of approval in her gaze said more.
- Ivy quickly took you under her wing, ensuring you worked closely with her. She’d often call you to her greenhouse, watching as you moved carefully among her plants. “You have respect for life,” she’d note, almost to herself. Her approval felt rare and precious, like sunlight through the trees.
- Her fondness for you grew in small but significant ways. She’d casually offer you gifts—rare flowers or herbs—claiming they were “just leftovers.” When you thanked her, she’d wave it off, but the faint smile on her lips betrayed her pleasure.
- Ivy’s protective instincts soon kicked in. If anyone in the organization dared to disrespect you, they’d find themselves tangled in vines before they could blink. “No one touches what’s mine,” she’d declare, her voice cold and commanding, though she never elaborated on the claim.
- Despite her aloof demeanor, Ivy valued your presence deeply. In quiet moments, she’d open up about her dreams of a better world, her voice soft and wistful. “You understand,” she’d say, almost vulnerable. “You see the beauty in the chaos, just like me.”
Bane
- Bane was initially skeptical of you. Beauty and intelligence were rare qualities among his recruits, and he wondered if you were too good to be true. “Prove your worth,” he demanded, his imposing figure casting a shadow over you. His voice was calm but carried the weight of a challenge.
- You quickly earned his respect through your sharp strategies and unflinching determination. Bane valued strength, both physical and mental, and your ability to stay calm under pressure impressed him. “You are more capable than most,” he admitted, a rare compliment from the man who broke the Bat.
- Bane began involving you in higher-level plans, seeking your input and trusting your judgment. “You think like a tactician,” he observed, his dark eyes studying you intently. His approval felt earned, a testament to your hard work and resilience.
- Despite his stoic demeanor, Bane showed his care in subtle ways. He ensured you were well-protected during missions, assigning his most loyal soldiers to watch your back. “Your mind is a valuable asset,” he’d say, though his actions hinted at something more personal.
- Over time, Bane’s respect for you deepened into admiration. He found himself drawn to your unwavering determination and the way you carried yourself with quiet confidence. “You remind me of someone who fights for what they believe in,” he said once, his tone almost reverent.
- Bane’s connection to you became undeniable when he began sharing fragments of his past. “Strength is forged in pain,” he told you one night, his voice low and reflective. “You understand that. It’s why you belong here—with me.” His words carried a rare vulnerability, a glimpse of the man beneath the mask.
Jonathan Crane aka. Scarecrow
- Jonathan’s first impression of you was clinical curiosity. Among the sea of his mindless minions, your sharp intelligence and composed demeanor were a breath of fresh air. He observed you silently for days, cataloging your behavior like a subject in his experiments. “Fascinating,” he murmured to himself when you solved a problem no one else could.
- He wasted no time putting your mind to the test, assigning you tasks meant to break weaker recruits. When you succeeded with ease, he became both intrigued and slightly unnerved. “You’re more resilient than I expected,” he remarked, his tone bordering on admiration, though his calculating eyes betrayed his constant evaluation.
- As you gained his respect, Jonathan began sharing his philosophical musings with you. “Fear,” he’d say, leaning closer, “is the only true motivator.” He watched your reactions intently, searching for a flicker of agreement or defiance. Your willingness to engage in these debates only solidified his growing fascination with you.
- Over time, he involved you in his experiments, valuing your input on the effects of his fear toxin. He’d watch you work with a rare, quiet intensity, occasionally breaking the silence to ask your opinion. “Tell me,” he said once, “what do you fear most?” The question lingered in the air, more personal than professional.
- Jonathan’s protectiveness over you grew subtly. If anyone questioned your methods or competence, he’d silence them with a single glare. “This one,” he’d say, his voice cold, “is not to be underestimated.” His approval came sparingly, but when given, it felt like a hard-earned triumph.
- Despite his detached nature, Jonathan found himself drawn to your presence in a way that surprised even him. During his quieter moments, he’d share fragments of his past, his voice tinged with bitterness and vulnerability. “Perhaps,” he said one night, almost to himself, “fear isn’t the only thing that defines us.”
Harvey Dent aka. Two-Face
- Harvey noticed you the moment you joined his organization. Half of him admired your intelligence and poise, while the other half—gruffer, more distrusting—demanded you prove your loyalty. “Let’s see how you handle yourself,” he said, flipping his coin. Heads, you were given a chance; tails, you were thrown into the fire.
- Your quick thinking and unshakable composure soon won over both sides of Harvey. He appreciated your ability to adapt to his volatile moods, navigating his dual nature with surprising ease. “You’re good,” he admitted one day, his scarred side smirking while the unscarred side gave a small nod of approval.
- Harvey began relying on you for more than just grunt work, bringing you into his inner circle. He’d consult you during planning sessions, flipping his coin before agreeing with your suggestions. “You’re smart,” he said, his voice laced with reluctant admiration. “Almost too smart for your own good.”
- Despite his hardened exterior, Harvey showed glimpses of softness around you. On rare occasions, he’d let his guard down, speaking about the struggles of balancing his two selves. “You think it’s easy?” he asked one night, his voice raw. “Living with two voices in your head?” He didn’t expect an answer but seemed comforted by your understanding.
- His dual nature extended to how he treated you. On good days, he’d praise your work and share a drink with you, his charm shining through. On bad days, he’d lash out, only to apologize later. “You shouldn’t stick around someone like me,” he muttered once, his good side conflicted while his bad side growled, “But you will.”
- Over time, Harvey’s admiration for you turned into something deeper. He became fiercely protective, warning anyone who dared to question your loyalty or competence. “This one’s mine,” he’d say, the flip of his coin deciding whether the threat ended there—or escalated further.
Edward Nygma aka. The Riddler
- Edward immediately gravitated toward you when you joined his crew. Your intelligence was obvious, and he couldn’t resist testing it. “Riddle me this,” he said with a smirk, throwing out puzzles and watching with delight as you solved them with ease. “Finally,” he exclaimed, “someone worthy of my brilliance!”
- He quickly made you his personal protégé, dragging you into his elaborate schemes and assigning you tasks that required both wit and precision. “Don’t disappoint me,” he warned, though the gleam in his eye suggested he didn’t expect you to. Your successes only fueled his ego, making him more confident in his choice.
- Edward loved showing off around you, often monologuing about his genius or presenting you with his latest riddles. He craved your approval, though he’d never admit it outright. “You see it, don’t you?” he’d ask, leaning closer. “How much smarter I am than everyone else?”
- As your bond grew, Edward became more possessive of your time and attention. He’d grow irritable if you worked with anyone else, muttering about how “inferior minds” didn’t deserve your talents. “You’re wasted on them,” he’d say, his tone dripping with disdain.
- Despite his arrogance, Edward valued your opinions deeply. He’d often ask for your input during planning sessions, genuinely considering your ideas. When you outsmarted him in a rare moment, he was equal parts annoyed and impressed. “Don’t let it go to your head,” he grumbled, though his smile betrayed his pride in you.
- Beneath his bravado, Edward harbored a genuine fondness for you. In quieter moments, he’d confide in you about his insecurities, his voice softer and more vulnerable than you’d ever heard. “Do you think they’ll ever truly understand me?” he asked once, his question laced with an uncharacteristic hint of doubt.
Oswald Cobblepot aka. The Penguin
- Oswald was skeptical when you first joined his ranks. He’d seen plenty of attractive recruits come and go, and he assumed you’d be no different. But when you demonstrated your sharp mind and ability to navigate his world, he quickly took notice. “Hmm,” he muttered, adjusting his monocle. “You might be more useful than you look.”
- He began assigning you more important tasks, watching closely to see how you handled yourself. When you not only met but exceeded his expectations, he couldn’t help but be impressed. “Well, well,” he said with a smirk. “It seems I’ve underestimated you.”
- Oswald had a flair for theatrics, and he loved dragging you into his schemes. He’d show off his wealth and power, often treating you to luxurious dinners or gifting you extravagant trinkets. “Consider it an investment,” he’d say, though his smug grin suggested otherwise.
- Over time, Oswald’s respect for you grew into admiration. He appreciated your loyalty and competence, valuing you as more than just another underling. “You’ve got potential,” he told you one night, his tone unusually sincere. “Stick with me, and you’ll go far.”
- Despite his ruthless nature, Oswald showed surprising protectiveness over you. If anyone dared to disrespect or threaten you, they’d find themselves at the mercy of his sharp-tipped umbrella. “No one crosses the Penguin,” he growled, his eyes cold. “Especially not someone under my wing.”
- Oswald’s attachment to you became evident in his quieter moments. He’d share stories of his past, his voice tinged with bitterness and longing. “The world never gave me a chance,” he said once, his gaze distant. “But you—you’re different. You’ve got what it takes to survive.”
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indecisivecosplayer · 7 months ago
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Jason created the batjokes ship to get back at Bruce for not killing the Joker.
Bruce: Jason, you know I can't kill him. I don't...
Jason: Of course you can't. He's your other half, your soulmate, your secret lover, the bottom to your top, the death to your justice, your Mistah J, your ...
He writes the first fanfic and sends it to the justice league.
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blakeswritingimagines · 5 months ago
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Yandere Harley Quinn With Hero Darling
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Now that depends on who her darling is, but if her darling is a hero, she'd be more passive and less extreme compared to if you were a villain. In regards to her treatment towards those who interfere with your happiness, she would likely get rid of those interfering parties by either killing them or permanently disabling them. Like, if some girl tried to make a move on you and try to steal you away from her, she would definitely not be happy.
She would also make sure she's by your side all the time. If you got hurt or injured somehow, she’d be there with you and be extra gentle and attentive, giving you all the care and love you need to recover. She’d also probably become a bit overprotective, especially of you being a hero who constantly deals with dangerous situations.
She would also be pretty clingy toward you, always wanting to stay close to you and hating it whenever you’re not with her. She would also get insanely jealous anytime someone else tried to get your attention or showed any kind of affection towards them.
She would constantly want to shower you with affection, whether it’s through gifts, cuddles, or just telling you how much she loves you. She would go out of her way to make you happy, and if you were upset or hurt in any way, she would immediately try to comfort you and make sure you were okay. If someone were to hurt you, she would not hesitate to fight back and get revenge.
She would be a constant thorn in your side, always causing chaos and committing crimes just to get your attention and show up on your radar. She would also have no problem using underhanded tactics and mind games to try and get you to fall for her. And she would definitely toy with you, taunting you and pushing your buttons just to see how far she can push you before you snap.
If any villain dared to mess with her darling, she would not hesitate to shut them down and make sure they never come near you again. No one tries to mess with her darling without getting a taste of her mallet.
Well, if you had a secret identity where no one else knows that you’re a hero, that would actually be pretty convenient for her. She could continue her villainous ways without fear of you coming after her since you wouldn’t know she was the one causing all the trouble. And if you ever find out about her villainous activities and try to confront her about it, she’d probably just play dumb and act like she had no idea what you’re talking about.
Oh, she would definitely try to tempt you to the dark side. After all, who wouldn’t want to see their beloved darling all dressed up in black and kicking butt alongside her? She would definitely be very persuasive and seductive in trying to get you to join her, and she would make sure to play up how much fun it would be to team up with her and unleash your inner badness together.
No way would she give up her villainous ways for any old hero. She loves the thrill of causing chaos and being naughty way too much. However, if you ever tried to convince her to give up her life of crime, she would definitely put up a tough fight and resist. But deep down, she might have a soft spot for you and might think about giving up being a villain, just a little bit.
You could go on a wild car chase through the city, complete with a thrilling getaway and maybe even a daring helicopter escape. Or you could do some good old-fashioned breaking and entering, like robbing a bank together or stealing some precious jewels from a museum. For quieter dates, you could always go on a romantic candlelit rooftop dinner or a late-night movie marathon.
Ol’ Mistah J definitely wouldn’t be happy about it. He’s used to being the center of her attention and having her all to himself. If he found out she was obsessed with someone other than him, he would get very angry and jealous. He would probably try to get rid of you by any means necessary, just to make sure she stayed loyal to him and no one else.
Around others, she usually puts on her usual ditzy and carefree persona, acting like she doesn’t have a care in the world. She loves putting on a show and acting like a bimbo, even though she has a wicked intelligent mind of her own. But when she's around you, she lets her guard down and be herself, showing you a side of her that not many people get to see. She’d be more serious and attentive, and definitely more affectionate and clingy towards you.
She would definitely love to give rewards to you whenever you do something she likes or impresses her. For example, if you manage to take down a group of her henchmen or foil one of her schemes, she would give you a big hug and kiss as a reward. Or if you do something adorable like bring her pancakes or some other treat, she might give you a little something extra as a treat.
If you don't behave or goes against her wishes, you can definitely expect some pretty harsh punishments from her. She would probably start with a lecture and a good old-fashioned scolding to let you know you messed up. But depending on how badly you behaved, she might have to resort to some more… creative methods of punishment. Like, if you tried to leave her or go off on your own, she would probably chain you up so you couldn't go anywhere or do anything without her permission.
Oh, I'm sure there would be plenty of arguments and disagreements between you, especially since you both have very strong personalities. She would probably try to use her usual charm and seductive tactics to win any arguments, even resorting to some underhanded moves like trying to distract you with some sexy outfits or suggestive glances. But if that doesn't work and you do end up in a physical fight, she wouldn't hold back and would definitely give you a good thrashing although she wouldn't try to hurt you too badly or anything like that.
If you tried to break up with her and leave, she would not take it well at all. She would probably start out by pleading and begging you to stay, even using some emotional manipulation tactics to try and make you feel guilty for leaving her. But if that didn't work and you still insisted on leaving, she would probably turn into a complete mess. She would cry and scream and throw a major tantrum, trying to do whatever she could to make you stay with her.
She would absolutely love to marry her darling. She would probably go all out and plan a grand, over-the-top wedding, complete with a big white dress, fancy decorations, and all of her friends and family in attendance. And after the wedding, she would definitely want to go on a luxurious honeymoon, somewhere exotic and far away from Gotham. Maybe a tropical island or a fancy city like Paris or Rome.
She would be over the moon if she had children with you. She would definitely want to be a mother someday. And if you did have kids, she would make sure to spoil them rotten and give them everything they could ever want or need. She would also make sure to teach them all about being a good villain and how to cause chaos and mayhem. But of course, she would also make sure to be a loving and supportive parent and be there to give them hugs and kisses anytime they needed it.
If you didn't want kids, that would definitely be a heart-breaker. She would desperately want to have at least a few little ones running around, causing trouble, and being adorable. She would probably try to convince you to change your mind, using all kinds of sweet talk and emotional manipulation to make you see how wonderful it would be to have a family together.
"Darling, you don't understand how much you mean to me. I can't imagine my life without you in it. You're like a ray of sunshine that lights up my dark world, and I need you more than anything else. So please, please never leave me. I don't know what I would do without you. You're everything to me."
Kissing - She fucking adores kissing. Whether it's a passionate, tongues twining session or just a simple peck on the lips, it always sets the mood right for her.
Oral fixation - She loves using her mouth to please you, whether it's through kissing, licking, sucking, or any combination thereof. The feeling of control over their pleasure is intoxicating.
Exhibitionism - Engaging in lewd acts in front of other people; being watched while losing herself in debauchery fuels her like nothing else could do.
Body worship - She loves paying attention to details like curves, muscles, lines, etc. There's something fascinating about studying one’s form before proceeding to show devotion through her actions.
Roleplaying - Whether it's dressing up as different characters or engaging in fantasy scenarios, the opportunity to step into a new persona during sex is a major turn-on for her.
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homicidalqueeen · 1 year ago
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[text:] Y U gotta be like that? >:( [text:] Fine I'll make u a deal [text:] Pizza, Barbie and then we go and see Oppenheimer?
@chaoticjoke
[text:] How old r u? 5? [text:] Not my idea of fun.
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