#my arkham oc

[linxrouge4life]

Made some more of these meme thingies + Linx with them bc its fun so have these

Some might not be fully accurate.

[thesandsofelsweyr]

you mentioned how things aren’t 100% in operation down there for AK!jay after escape, how would intimacy and sex work for him afterwards if he ever found a point where he wanted to?

⚠️ cw: smut, non-con touching mention

After he escapes, he's quite sex-repulsed, since the only person who ever touched him down there was the Clown 😞 He's not even interested in jacking off, partly because he assumes those parts are just as ruined as the rest of him. If he does masturbate, which is rare, it's strictly for stress relief. But half the time it leaves him more stressed than he was to begin with as touching himself reminds him too much of the Clown’s pasty-white hands 🤮

Canonically this poor boy probably isn’t gonna touch intimacy with a 10 foot pole. But this is my playground, so let's say he finds the right person. A special someone who gains his trust over an extended period of time. Someone who sticks with him through thick and thin, proving their love for him. (A relationship with him is gonna be rocky because he'll always be second-guessing how someone could possibly love a scarred monster like him.) He has to trust that this person won't hurt him or abandon him, that their touches will always be tender, that they'll love him unconditionally, despite all of the baggage that comes with loving him, that they'll always treat his broken heart and fragile soul gently since so much of himself has already been shattered.

With this person, he’s relieved to learn he has no trouble getting it up as long as he's in the mood for it. Honestly though, he'd much rather cuddle with his special someone because sex leaves him drained both emotionally and physically. Due to all the physical and mental trauma it takes him a long time to cum. Then when he does finally cum, he often struggles with excruciating orgasm headaches (a side effect of Joker's bullet grazing his skull) that leave him weak, exhausted, and sometimes even in tears.

But after sex brings aftercare ❤️ Like when his partner combs their fingers through his tousled black hair, when they drop soft kisses all over his scarred body, when they give his abused shoulders a much-needed massage, when they nuzzle behind his ear and whisper how much they love him, when they snuggle up beside him, their sweat-slick skin warm against his own as they wrap him up in their arms and legs, the comforting beat of their heart lulling him to sleep in their safe embrace.

[lambsouvlaki]

Shelter from the Storm - Relief

Characters: AK!Jason Todd x fem!oc

Rating and warnings: E, hand job (f!receiving), orgasm delay, soft dom!Jason.

Word Count: 250

Summary: Jason is a terrible tease.

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“Maybe you’d like to stop?” Jason drawled.

She shook her head. Damp hair stuck to her forehead. He brushed it back. 

“I’m going to break you,” he promised into her ear. 

“Go on then,” she panted. 

Her legs trembled and threatened to close. He pulled them up over his thighs. She gripped his wrist and thigh tightly. Her chest heaved with every breath. He pulled back, again. She keened at the loss. 

Still, she didn’t ask for relief.

He nuzzled into her cheek, amazed at her endurance. Just how far could she go? He fed off of her soaring pleasure and denial both.

“You won’t outlast me,” he whispered. “I’m a patient man.”

Hungry, needy eyes looked up at him from a body utterly empty of resistance. Tears trailed freely down her cheeks. Her voice had turned raspy and weak. He flicked a thumb over a neglected nipple, and she cried out. 

He brought her to the precipice again. He had worked out how to hold her there, denying her rest time.

Her hand fluttered over his hand. Her eyes closed. 

“Please,” she whispered. It was a broken sob. 

He wrapped a hand lightly around her throat and rubbed his thumb gently over a tendon. 

“What was that?”

“Please, Jason, let me come.”

“Beautiful,” he sighed.

[golden-apollos]

yeah so i just finished watching the arkham shadow playthrough

this was the harvey story we needed and deserved.

i have so many feelings, but them actually using the term ‘dissociative identity disorder’ was so fucking good. he’s not psychotic, he’s mentally unwell and needs help.

[frankenbuggee]

I have fallen back down the Batman rabbit hole

And have dragged my oc muse, Devious, down with me as Two-Face. Obvs.

And redesigned Scarecrow for my sister because he’s her favourite! Of course I could be working on my own oc villain groups that I have but here I am playing with DC’s again.

[mook-the-third]

I’m SO done for today.

[wingedqueenlynx]

"Do you think I'm spooky, Dark Dutchess?"

Interviews at Arkham are quite silly between Foxy and Eddie lol

This took longer than it should've ;<;

The frames are a bit janky due to how flipaclip imported the frames but fuck it we ball 😌

[m1chelle124]

Batman Arkham OC

[drpumpkinsart]

ok im working on a fun thing for myself but im SO proud of how its coming along 🥺

[hatter-and-dodo-in-wonderland]

That's for you @bluetortoist (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

I love your Arkham Origins Alice (Eleanor)

AND I HAD TO DRAW HER

[unknown-art-room1]

@wingedqueenlynx I hope you enjoy this!

[theunavenged]

My Arkhamverse OC, Camila Alvarez, comforting her amor after he awoke from another nightmare about his time in Arkham 💕

No clue how it took 7 years to finally commission art of her but the amazing @feykiller did a fantastic job bringing my beloved Mila to life 🥰 And AK!Jay... with his white streak... and scars... and Versace boxer briefs 🤩

[thesandsofelsweyr]

What your thoughts of s/o offered to massage his shoulders?

To him, a massage is better than sex. His back and shoulders are perma-fucked from his stay in Arkham, leaving him with constant, chronic pain that OTC painkillers—the only painkillers he'll take—are practically useless against.

If he's with a s/o whose touch he's learned to crave, not fear, then he will become putty in their deft hands, melting into their kneading fingers, their rolling knuckles, the heels of their palms; his skin coming alive again as they press insistently against the tangled mess of scar tissue that was once his back, against the ever-present knot of misery between his shoulder blades. They instinctively know the right pressure to use, know the perfect balance between pleasure and pain.

But it's not just the electric magic of their touch that makes him feel amazing. It's the proof that this person he loves so much, this person isn't disgusted by his ruined body, this person wants to touch him despite all the reminders of his weakness, his cowardice, his stupidity, his failures that litter his flesh, this person wants to waste an hour of their day making him feel better.

[lambsouvlaki]

Shelter from the Storm - Dangerous

Characters: Jason Todd x fem!oc

Rating and warnings: G, mentions of violence, fluff

Word Count: 400

Summary: Jason knows she can defend herself, but she doesn't have to. Not while he's there to catch her.

Masterlist

Jason stood between her and a room full of bodies.

The attic stank of blood and burning rubber. The mercs’ armour wasn’t as sturdy as they must have hoped. 

He holstered his gun and rolled a charred body over with his boot. 

“This one’s dead,” he said. 

“Fireballs do that,” she muttered.

He looked sidelong at her. She stepped gingerly around a body collapsed on the broken table. The concrete walls were riddled with bullets. She ran shaking hands through her messed up hair, and winced as it pulled on the graze at her hairline. 

“You’re very willing to get lethal,” he said. 

“Don’t give me that,” she snapped. “I have very little choice here. And I won’t be told to pull my punches by someone carrying multiple grenades. Someone who isn’t being actively hunted for profit, I might add.”

He smiled grimly. He picked up her jacket from the floor. One of the mercs had ripped it off her when trying to grab her. Jason put a bullet in that man’s head. 

“I’m not telling you to make nice with your abusers,” he said. He held the jacket out for her, and slid it up her arms as she turned into it. He leaned down to speak in her ear. “When the moment of truth comes, if you can’t put those animals in the ground, I’ll do it for you.”

She looked over her shoulder at him. He didn’t know why she looked surprised. Didn’t she know? He would carve through as many of them as it took to keep her safe. 

“Oh.” The wall that normally lurked in her eyes wasn't there. 

“I can do it,” she said softly. 

“I know. But you don’t have to.” 

He gently adjusted her collar where it was rolled over itself. He didn’t know if she meant that or the fighting. He didn’t know if he did either. 

His knuckles grazed the bare skin of her collarbone.

Her breath hitched. 

He blinked at himself and turned away. 

He pushed one of the blinds aside and looked out into the compound below. He could see them starting to move. 

“They’re more dangerous than they look,” she said.

He glanced back and saw her retying her hair, all business once again. 

“So am I,” he said and drew his sniper rifle. 

[finniestoncrane]

Do you think Arkham Riddler would ever feel weird about the idea of dating a younger subordinate? Like, I know it wouldn’t be an issue legally, dating someone in their 20s or 30s. But I wonder if he ever feels guilty knowing that he still is capable of holding a certain power over them, in age, employment, finance. I know Edward *enjoys* power. But for some reason, I feel like the idea might make him feel guilty for once in his shameless existence.

ok anon i have thought about this EXTENSIVELY since my self-insert oc for self-shipping purposes is obviously my age, 30

so in general, i don't think eddie ever thinks about it. for someone like him i think he's so dead set on not being into anyone and not needing a partner that when he finds himself liking someone, he just goes along with it because obviously they offer him something. and he requires so much care himself he's able to be vulnerable with them, which offers a little bit of equality!!

for me personally, my wee noggin is rife with daddy issues and a need for attention and praise from an older figure, plus i just wanna fuck old men so bad, so it's like... super sexy the idea of him being in control and dominating and all that power play. i literally want to live like that "what's the economy" "don't worry about it baby" "ok yay!" meme like i'm sorry

BUT i like to imagine it fills him with SO MUCH guilt lmao but only when he realises it, like only when it's staring him in the face. most of the time he'll be like "oh that's just my partner, an ageless being that i tolerate" but i've written little scenarios before of him patronising her, and when she responds with "i'm a grown woman, i'm 30 years old" he's jsut dumb struck, eyes wide, face pale like "oh good god you are a child" because in my mind, he is 55 and no one can tell me any different

of course it also leads to very pleasant interactions between them like him realising that the last time he had sex was round about when connie was born (he was busy, ok?) and when she makes a joke about him "waiting for her" he has to go sit in silence and think about his life for a while

so yeah sorry to make that about me and my oc lmao but i think he wouldn't ever really think about it, but the moment he did, he'd be like "oh. am i? another cradle snatcher with a young girlfriend? like sionis or cobblepot?" because they are the arm candy boys to me

[necr0bvnny]

Commission I did for @a1atheias of their lovely lovely oc Laurie and Jonny boy!! 🥰 i wuv her mwuah