#reader nearly got batmaned lol

[imtrashraccoon]

And here we are! I wrote this oneshot for @wendelin-utt as a prize for being so dedicated to booping everyone during the April Fools event. (Shut up, it is not fifteen days late!) They requested MC being isekaied and meeting Nostra.

Nostra is owned by @megalommi

Partially inspired by an audio by @improvidence318 and a oneshot by @aka-indulgence

Thank you! (I apologize if tagging any of you was annoying!) 乁⁠(⁠ ⁠•⁠_⁠•⁠ ⁠)⁠ㄏ

My Papa is a Hypnotist...and a Mobster?!

SkeletonChild!Reader & Nostra (Platonic if it wasn't already obvious.)

Word Count: 4,558

Our story begins in a dark room. It could be a bedroom or an office, but sitting in front of a desk, framed by the glow of their computer monitor is our protagonist.

And what are they doing at this ungodly hour you might ask? Well, dear reader, they are dedicating their very last moments to what will become a life changing event.

And the name of that event? The Boop-meter.

Overnight, their favourite hellsite had gone wild with the concept of...booping. You press a button and your target gets booped with a virtual kitty paw.

Truly a revolutionary idea.

Our protagonist has been clicking away at their computer for hours by now. Their goal? To achieve the coveted status [TUM BLR] and max out as many Boop-meters as they can at the same time.

Why? Well, clearly the site admins gave them too much power. Bapping strangers with hundreds upon hundreds of kitty paws without having to leave the comfort of your home? Well, no mortal alive could resist such an allure.

Ding!

That wasn't the sound of a Revenge Boop.

It seemed someone had sent you an Anonymous Ask.

"Do y0u bEli3ve iN 0thEr wor1ds?"

You snickered. No one used leetspeak unironically anymore and it was such a random question too. Your nimble fingers flew across the keys as you typed out an appropriately silly response.

"Sure, if it means Nostra exists somewhere! My life would be complete if I could get the chance to meet him!"

You went back to the vigorous tapping that maxing out these Boop-meters all but required. A few minutes later though, you received another ask.

"Bo0p!"

It occurred to you that when you set up your blog, you had forgotten to enable asks. So how had this Anon gotten through...?

Suddenly, there was a blinding flash of light from your computer.

Everything went black...

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Where were you?

No matter how much you tried to blink them away, your vision was covered in bright spots.

The first thing you noticed was that you were outside in an alleyway. The second thing was that the world seemed so much bigger than before.

You could hear sounds of a struggle and when you looked around, spotted three figures in suits kicking another on the ground. It was then that you noticed that you were sitting in a pile of...ash? It stuck to your clothes and irritated the gaps in your bones.

Bones...

Why...were you a skeleton...?

Your ribcage hurt and it felt like your soul was going to burst.

This wasn't real. It couldn't be real.

All of the fanfiction and manga you had read hadn't prepared you for this. It felt like the world was rapidly spinning around you; as if you were stuck in the eye of a hurricane.

What had happened?

Living skeletons weren't real. You'd often wished they were but you knew it was impossible since magic didn't exist and never would. So that begged the question, had you just been transported to another world?

The thought was exciting and terrifying at the same time. On one hand you were fascinated with the idea that magic could exist and that you might be able to use it. On the other though, you were alone and knew nothing about the rules of this world. For all you knew, this society was vastly different from the one you had grown up in and there was a good chance that you wouldn't understand the local language.

It didn't help that you felt so small.

At some point, the sounds of struggle ceased and suddenly there were several people crowded around you. They spoke in hushed tones and you could tell just by looking at them that something terrible had just happened.

Through context clues, you managed to piece together that "you" had been heading home from the cinema with "your mother" when the unthinkable happened. They didn't seem to know if the attack had been premeditated or completely random though.

The men in suits looked really tough and seemed to have been acting as bodyguards, which explained why they had been beating up the thug who'd presumably been the one to carry out the grisly deed. So, did this mean that you were someone really important in this world?

Thankfully, they seemed to interpret your silence and bewilderment as symptoms of shock, which wasn't entirely wrong, as this whole situation was incredibly overwhelming. You were apparently lucky to have survived at all.

The next few hours were a bit of a blur. You were whisked away to what you soon learned was a safehouse, where you were examined by a kind bunny monster who you assumed was a doctor. She was very gentle and did her best to calm your nerves.

You ended up taking a nap since you were rather worn out from the whole ordeal. Although, not even an hour later, you were woken up to the sound of muffled voices outside the dimly lit bedroom.

"S-sir! Please, I know you're worried, but-"

The speaker was cut off by a much more gruff voice. "doctor...i need to see them now."

There was a beat of silence before she answered in a much calmer tone. "Yes... Of course, forgive me for overstepping, sir..."

He hummed in a non-committal way. "don't let anyone disturb us until i return."

"Yes sir."

You sat up and brought your legs up to your ribs, so that your chin was resting on your knees. At the same time, you tugged the blanket closer, only leaving your skull exposed as you peeked out from beneath it.

The door opened and another skeleton stepped softly into the bedroom. He was actually shorter than you'd expected but he had a rather stocky build that more than made up for it. He was wearing a dark tailored pinstriped suit, an expensive looking red and blue striped tie that had been hastily knotted, a pair of high quality leather shoes, and a blue suit jacket that he'd evidently thrown over his broad shoulders.

If it wasn't for the concerned look on his face, you might have been scared of him. He had sharp teeth that reminded you of a shark and his crimson eyelights only served to highlight how dangerous he was.

Your eye sockets widened when it suddenly struck you who this mysterious skeleton was, which he unfortunately seemed to interpret as fear, and his bonebrows furrowed. He clenched his fists and for a moment, he seemed to war with himself on how to best approach you.

That mysterious Anon must've done this! You had no clue how or why though. Still, you weren't complaining since it seemed like you'd gotten your wish. You were actually going to meet Nostra!

He moved carefully to the bed and knelt down on the floor to seem more approachable. You were desperately trying to keep a straight face but inwardly, you were practically screaming that this was actually happening right now.

"how are ya feelin', buttercup?" he asked softly.

"I... I'm okay..." you stammered.

His concern seemed to melt away and he gave you a warm smile. "good, i'm glad." He gently stroked your forehead with his knuckles and while you were a bit concerned at first, the sensation was actually rather pleasant.

You didn't know what to say, so you just sat there and let him continue trying to soothe you. His movements seemed a bit stiff but also incredibly tender at the same time, almost as if he wasn't used to comforting a child. He was so careful not to hurt you with his claws that, if you didn't know better, you wouldn't think he was even capable of actually using them to hurt someone.

At some point, you became so relaxed that you let go of your knees and sat up properly. In response, he wrapped his other arm around your small frame and pulled you up against his chest. You didn't really know if you should hug him back, so you ended up just sitting there and letting him hold you.

"i'm sorry that i wasn't there when ya needed me most," he murmured. His voice sounded more husky all of the sudden, as if he was desperately trying to keep his emotions in check.

You lightly patted his arm in an attempt to comfort him. "Don't cry," you whispered. "I'm here and everything will be okay."

His hold tightened ever so slightly before he hugged you closer. He very gently nuzzled against the top of your skull but didn't say anything else.

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As the days passed, you began to get used to both your new body and this new world. You tried to play the part of a grieving child and while you were pretty sure you'd been convincing, you still worried that someone would notice that something was up. You were kept inside most of the time and almost never left alone, but that didn't stop you from gathering as much info as you could.

Everything felt like you'd stepped foot into the eighties. From the decor and styles of furniture to the absence of a lot of common technology to the types of clothing people tended to wear. There was a sort of charm to it though.

The safehouse was quite a bit larger than you'd first thought and had a few dedicated staff to handle the upkeep of the place. They ignored you for the most part and other than the nice bunny doctor, who you'd since learned was named Miss Flopsy, Nostra became your primary caretaker.

While he was often busy, he regularly set aside his work to spend time with you. If you even briefly suggested wanting something, he was quick to make sure you got it, no matter what it was or how much it might cost. You were only slightly tempted to take advantage of his generosity but had managed to keep your requests pretty reasonable so far.

You could sense that Nostra was grieving, even though he was quick to put on a smile whenever you were around. He was trying to be there for you but it was pretty easy to tell that he was struggling, in more ways than one. You knew it must be rough for him to have lost his partner as well as almost losing his only child.

You really couldn't help but try to comfort him but was hard. While you knew some children could be very empathetic, it would seem strange for a child to approach the topic like an adult might. So most of the time you would resort to giving him hugs and thanking him for every nice thing he did for you.

One evening though, you snuck into his office and, unbeknownst to him, caught him in a vulnerable moment. He wasn't really crying, but his body language seemed to suggest that he had recently, and he looked like an absolute wreck.

As quietly as you could, you crept around his desk until you were standing next to his chair. His skull was buried in his hands and by the empty bottle of scotch next to him, you knew that he had likely been drinking as well.

Hesitantly, you reached up and placed your small hand on his arm. "Papa?" you asked in a whisper.

Nostra stirred with a groan and turned to look down at you. His eyelights seemed much more dull than usual and there were dark grooves underneath his eye sockets. He was too worn out to even fake a smile like he had been previously.

"You look so tired."

He sighed and ran his phalanges over your cranium. "yeah... you've always been so observant, buttercup."

"Are you done with work yet?" you asked.

" 'fraid not. there's always more paperwork to finish or people to manage."

You crossed your arms and pouted, or at least the best you could manage to without lips. Nostra made a soft tisk sound before lifting you into his lap. He nuzzled the side of your skull and traced soothing circles into your shoulder blades.

"i'm sorry but that's just how it is at times," he said in a soft voice.

"I know," you grumbled. "But even if you can't sleep, you should at least make time to relax."

His movements suddenly stilled and when you glanced up at him, he had an odd look on his skull. He didn't seem angry, just slightly confused.

You pressed your teeth together as you tried to figure out what to say next. Something you'd said must've seemed odd. Were you not supposed to know that he couldn't actually sleep thanks to his hypnosis powers?

"I don't like seeing you so stressed, Papa. It makes me sad..." You trailed off and ducked your skull against his chest, muffling a sob as you did so. Hopefully your acting would be convincing enough that he would forget about whatever weird thing just happened.

After a moment, he pulled you closer and patted your back. "i'm sorry, sweetheart. i know it's not easy right now but i'm here for ya."

You clutched at his shirt and twisted the fabric. He'd probably have to have it ironed later but that was the furthest thing from your mind right now.

"Promise you'll take breaks from your work?" you asked.

He hesitated before pressing his forehead against your skull. "alright. just for you, buttercup," he hummed.

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You might have been a bit too observant for your own good.

It didn't help that you were good at sneaking around and avoiding the people who were supposed to be taking care of you. It was actually something of a game to see how long you could stay out of sight and make them panic while searching for you.

One day, you were dodging your assigned tutor and managed to slip into the basement. You knew that you were forbidden from going down here but surely there wasn't anything actually dangerous. This was a safehouse; it was literally in the name.

So, imagine your surprise when you peeked into what looked like a meeting room, only to see Nostra was inside. You were about to step out of hiding when you suddenly realized that he wasn't alone.

Sitting across from Nostra was a well dressed older gentleman. He wore a black suit with a dark green tie and his fedora has been set on the table next to him. His posture seemed a little stiff, especially since Nostra was almost lounging in the chair across from him.

They seemed to have been talking for a few minutes, although you weren't entirely sure what about, but it looked like things were going well. You noticed they both had tumblers of what looked like scotch which seemed to indicate that this was a casual encounter.

You were about to leave before someone found you down here, when you heard Nostra ask the gentleman a question.

"do ya mind if i smoke, pal?" The man barely had a chance to respond before he pulled out an expensive looking cigar and lit up. "thanks."

You grimaced as the slightly pungent smoke began to lazily drift around the room. You hated when people were inconsiderate of others and smoked inside, but at least it didn't stink as bad as cigarettes generally did.

You would've left right then and there if the colour of the smoke wasn't so mesmerizing. There were two colours actually, a bright red and a vivid blue. The smoke curled around Nostra everytime he exhaled but oddly, the colours didn't mix together like you thought they should.

The mafioso probably thought it was some sort of monster cigar, but other than his eyes widening ever so slightly, he kept a stiff poker face. You noticed that he did seem a little uncomfortable with the smoke but not to the extent that you were.

"as i was sayin', the previous arrangement still stands. if ya want to move trucks through, ya gotta pay the tax, same as everybody else." Nostra's voice was low and measured, giving the sense that he was serious about this.

"And I'm telling you that your tax is too damn high," the man growled and clenched his fists in frustration. "We'd be selling at a loss..."

Nostra leaned forward slightly and exhaled, causing the coloured smoke to practically assault the pathetic man's senses. "seems to me that there's not enough demand... maybe your boss should be more worried about losin' ground than tryin' to jip me..."

The mafioso coughed and rubbed at his eyes with his fist. "How dare...you imply that...there's no...demand...?" He was struggling to speak all of the sudden, let alone stay awake.

Nostra chuckled, "oh i wasn't implyin' anythin' of the sort." He paused for a moment and studied the man in front of him with a smirk. "tell your boss to get his act together an' if he still wants to do business, he's gotta pay up."

The man suddenly slumped forward and nearly fell out of the chair.

Nostra sighed and shook his skull. "guess i overdid it again," he muttered.

The red and blue smoke slowly dissipated although he continued smoking his cigar. After a moment, he picked up the phone on the table and dialed a number. When the other person picked up, he spoke quietly into the receiver.

"i got a job for ya, get this waste of space out of my sight... i don't care where, so long as he's able to deliver a message to the lombardi's when he wakes up."

He returned the receiver to its cradle and ran a hand over his face. With a heavy sigh, he stood up and after taking one last glance at the dozing man, turned to the door.

You gasped and dunked out of sight, but you weren't fast enough. You knew you were caught when Nostra suddenly called out after you. With a sinking feeling in your soul, you hung your skull and braced yourself for the scolding that was sure to come.

Except Nostra didn't look angry, just very concerned. If anything he seemed almost horrified that you'd likely witnessed everything that just happened.

He knelt down to be more on your level and his crimson eyelights flicked over your face for a moment. "ya aren't s'posed to be down here..." he finally said.

You fiddled with the hem of your top, finding it incredibly hard to look him in the eye right now. "I know..." you muttered.

"i know you're curious, but there's things i do that i'd rather ya not know too much about right now."

"Like what?"

He sighed and stroked your cheekbone affectionately. "business stuff. kids like you deserve to have fun an' learn things while ya can, not be burdened with adult problems."

"Your magic is really cool though," you huffed and crossed your arms. "If you want someone to do something, all you gotta do is hypnotise them and bam!"

Nostra narrowed his eye sockets and scrutinized you again. "it doesn't always work like that, buttercup. sometimes people are smart, so it's not always wise to use magic right away."

You nodded thoughtfully, "I guess that makes sense."

He hesitated for a moment and then wrapped his arms around your small frame. "there's a reason i didn't want ya to know about this. my work is dangerous and i don't want ya to ever be in danger again, okay?"

You nodded and did your best to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. "I'm sorry, I won't come down here again," you murmured.

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"you're positive that's what happened?"

"I'm certain. You can ask Joey and Marco but I swear they were dusting. I remember there was a flash of light and the next thing I know, they were fine."

(...)

You were happily sketching away in your room. There was just so many interesting things in this world and as of late, your creative juices had been flowing freely. Although, you were very careful not to leave your drawings out for just anyone to see. It would probably be pretty suspicious for a child to have the skill level that you did when it came to art.

There was a gentle knock on the door that had you scrambling to hide your sketchbook under your sheets. You grabbed a random book from the bedside table and plopped yourself on top of the concealed drawings.

"hey, can i come in, sweetheart?" Nostra called through the door.

"Yep!"

You smiled brightly when he entered your room, but his expression remained serious, which was concerning. You waited until he had crossed the floor and sat down next to you on the bed before trying to figure out what was bothering him.

"Did something happen, Papa?" you asked carefully.

He frowned at that and you noticed his hands clench slightly before he took a steadying breath to try to calm down.

"no, but i was wonderin' about somethin', so i need ya to be honest with me, okay?" he asked in a quiet tone.

You pressed your teeth together as you set the book aside. You hadn't seen him act this seriously towards you before and it was frankly a little terrifying. Had you done something wrong? Could this be related to the attack that had happened before you appeared in this world? Had you slipped up somewhere?

Turning back to Nostra, you nodded. "Okay..."

"do ya remember what ya used to call your uncle?"

Your proverbial heart sunk. This was really bad! You hadn't even considered that his brother was even in this world and you sure as hell hadn't met him. Actually, you hadn't even met any of your mother's family now that you were thinking about it.

When you couldn't answer, Nostra's bonebrows pinched together with concern. "what about your birthday last year? do ya remember what flavour of ice scream ya had?"

"Chocolate?" you tried.

His face remained passive, giving no indication if that was even the right answer or not. "what about what your mother's favourite animal was?"

Again, you had no idea how to answer. Your mind was scrambling for any excuse to get out of this situation. Would it be too much of a stretch to claim that the attack had given you amnesia?

You jumped when Nostra put his hand on your back. He waited until you glanced up at him again before speaking.

"is there somethin' that ya need to tell me?"

The jig was officially up. You could hear your bones rattling from how badly you'd started shaking, but he was remaining firm, waiting for an answer.

"I... I'm not..." You were struggling to even speak at this point and your eye sockets were starting to sting, unshed tears threatening to burst through the dam and spill down your cheekbones.

"I'm not your child," you finally said.

Nostra's eye sockets widened a fraction and you felt the hand on your back twitch slightly, but he otherwise remained calm. "what do you mean?"

"I don't know how to explain it..." You stared at your hands for a moment as you wracked your non-existent brain for the words. "I look like them...but I have memories of being someone else. I'm...not even from this time period..."

He let go of you and ran his hand down his face with a heavy sigh. It was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop if you weren't already nearly going deaf from all the rattling.

"Nostra, please...!" You started to reach for him but stopped yourself. Maybe it wouldn't be a good idea to potentially risk setting him off.

"I never wanted to hurt you..." you whispered, although your soul ached at the realization that by pretending to be his child, you had deceived him.

"where are ya from?" he asked.

You paused for a moment as you tried to figure out the best way to explain it. "I'm from another world... It's kind of like this one but without magic and monsters. You were...a character that someone created for fun..."

You could feel the way he was staring at you all of the sudden. You didn't blame him for being confused or even a little freaked out. You would be too if someone just randomly told you the things that had been coming out of your mouth.

"so, that's how ya knew i'm an insomniac..."

You nodded solemnly. "And how I know about how your hypnotism magic works."

"i...don't know what i was expectin' earlier... it wasn't anythin' like this though," Nostra muttered. "i thought maybe ya had memory loss or ya somehow absorbed someone else's soul... not somethin' this...complicated."

"I'm sorry."

He sighed and rubbed at the space between his eye sockets. "i should've done more. maybe i would've noticed sooner if i wasn't always so damn busy all the time..."

You remained silent.

"was it an accident?"

He was looking at you again and by the look in his crimson eyelights, you knew everything rested on the answer to his question. He didn't look angry, yet, but the way his pinpricks were flickering and how tightly he was gritting his teeth, you could see that he was barely containing his emotions.

"Yes. I was sent here without warning and I don't know if it's even possible to go back."

He held eye contact for several long seconds and you struggled not to look away for fear that he might think you were lying.

"i see."

"I understand if you're mad. I knew I shouldn't have tried to deceive you in the first place and there's really no excuse for my behavior."

"i'm not mad, not really... this is just a lot to process."

You reached over and placed your hand on his arm. "Again, I'm so sorry. If you want me to leave...?"

"no!"

You gasped at his sudden outburst but he quickly gave you an apologetic look.

"i'm sorry. just, don't leave..." He started to reach for you but hesitated, letting his hand hover near your face. "i know you're not them...but i can't handle losin' you too..."

You swallowed and blinked rapidly to keep the tears from breaking free. "If it makes you uncomfortable, I won't keep pretending to be them anymore."

Nostra nodded, "i need to think this over, but for now, i think that would be best." He cupped the back of your skull and when you gave him a slight nod, he pulled you into a careful hug.

You hugged him back as tightly as you could. While you weren't sure how your relationship would progress from here, you had hope that you could at least remain friends with him. Although you would need to work hard to establish something genuine.

Pretending to be his own kid was kinda weird anyways.

[ihrthoney]

no grave can hold my body down

pairings: arkham knight!jason todd x f!reader

warnings: fluff, angst, a lil bit of suicidal thoughts but nothing too major

word count: 1.8k

an: this is a more detailed version of this post! please request jason todd fic ideas pls pls pls. sorry if theres any mistakes it’s almost midnight lol

Almost two years had passed since Bruce Wayne came to your door and revealed who he was. Nearly 730 days since your boyfriend "died". Gotham was a city full of awful crimes and even worse people but you've never hated anyone like you hated Batman.

You can understand that he tried, the guilt he must feel probably consumes him and a sick part of you is glad. Not only was your boyfriend killed, with video evidence might you add, but his body was never recovered.

Jason would hate it if you saw the video of the Joker killing him but you needed to know. It was all for naught though, you never buried a body so your brain fully believes he isn't dead.

Whether or not it was the grief of having the love of your life ripped away from you or the feeling in your gut, you know Jason isn't dead. Until there is a body in front of you, you will do anything that you can to find him.

-

It started with swallowing your pride and asking the person you loathed for help.

Bruce obviously refused, he wanted to avoid another young person's death. You caught him by surprise with how you begged for his help, he fully expected you to be mad at him, to threaten him for answers. But no, instead you got on your hands and knees and begged him for help, which somehow made it worse.

For weeks you kept reaching out to him, asking him for any clues or hints, anything at all! He has all the resources a person could ever need, he's known as the greatest detective in the world but he can't find his son?

"I've told you, Jason is... Jason is dead. You saw the video. Get out of Gotham and move on, there is nothing more I can do for you." You didn’t stop there though.

You knew of Nightwing, that he was the robin before Jason. So you reached out to him when he was on patrol. Unlike Bruce, you actually felt bad for asking for help, especially since he was working and was grieving himself.

Even through the domino mask, his face scrunched in sympathy, and as gently as he could he told you he couldn't consciously help you. He couldn't let a civilian rope themself into business they wouldn't be able to walk out of.

Understanding of his reasoning, you started going against the law. You started to sneak into offices at different police stations in Gotham (they were sloppier than you could've ever thought, no wonder people love Batman).

Given Jason's at the time profession, he taught you how to defend yourself. There was never a time you didn't carry a knife on you, but you always left your gun at home. Living in Gotham, it was best to take all and every necessary safety precautions.

Using the very low-level skills you had, you searched places that were abandoned and discarded, anywhere that Joker was ever near in the past few years. A part of you knew that what you were doing was dangerous, that if Batman had found anything he would've done so already.

But you couldn't just go to work and pretend your boyfriend wasn't out there somewhere, alive or not you had to be absolutely sure. If you died trying then so be it, it's better than living in the reality of Jason not coming home.

-

A year went by, 365 days of feeling your sanity drain out of your body. You've been caught a few times by the police for trespassing and once by Batman himself who scolded and lectured you about your activities. He was livid, upset at you willingly putting yourself in danger. You were at a higher risk of dying than he was and yet you go out in nothing but black clothes and a few weapons. He's genuinely shocked you're still alive.

After Bruce catches you, he makes sure to keep tabs on you which prevents you from going out. Even if he's busy, if he sees your tag too far out he will drag you back to your place.

There's a part of you that wants to give up, to actually take his advice and move away. But you know deep down inside nothing will put out the fire of finding Jason. Even if you moved to a different country, you know you would still look for his hair, to listen for his voice in the crowd.

Months of gaslighting yourself that he'll knock on your door and say it's just one big prank, that he was on a big mission far away and couldn't tell you to keep you safe.

Millions of excuses rolled around in your head day and night, work was a blur. Bruce even tried to compensate by offering to pay for your rent, to help you seek medical help like a therapist. You know it would do you good to rest but the guilt of leaving Jason behind was too strong. He's been through so much in his life, you wouldn't dare abandon him.

You still stayed in the apartment you were looking at with Jason, "a safehouse" he called it, you weren't even 18 at the time but you both allowed yourselves to think ahead.

Every piece of furniture you bought it with him in mind, "This would be convenient for him to hide his gear," "He likes this color, plus the blanket is soft so it'll help him sleep." Jason consumed you, call it unhealthy but he was your night in this dark city.

There was a spare bedroom, you were going to originally use it as an office/workspace but instead, it's covered in all the papers you've stolen to find him. The floor, walls and even the door were covered, overlapped, and written on with any possible clue you could've stumbled upon. It's been months since you've been able to add something that wasn't already on there. So instead, you sat in the room and just stared at it, cried, ripped things down, and put them back up with tears streaming down your face. It didn’t help that you would hear Jason’s voice soothing you whenever you cried, reassuring you whenever you were down. You knew it was your subconscious trying to console you but you liked to believe he was really there.

Then there were the hallucinations, they started back when you stumbled upon a hostage situation in an old arcade at the end of Gotham, you swear it was Jason but when the guy looked up at you all you saw was a stranger. You were stuck in the police station for hours, yelled at for stupidly interfering in a dangerous situation. The cops looked at you with annoyance now, you were nothing more than a crazy love-sick girl.

-

Lately, work has been exhausting, learning there was a new robin made your stomach swirl. It was like Batman just moved on, how is that fair? How could he move on while you were stuck chasing dead ends? Why couldn't you just accept his death?

Instead of eating dinner, you let yourself boil in whatever hot water Gotham could provide and scrubbed layers of guilt off of your skin. You put on an old shirt of his, which was horribly faded by how much you wore and washed it then curled up in bed; The bed was too big but you didn't want a smaller one in case he came back.

Usually, you triple check that your windows and doors are bolted shut but for tonight you just trusted your brain. Sometimes, it felt like it would be easier if you didn't wake up anymore, at least when you closed your eyes you could see the Jason you knew and loved.

Tonight was one of those nights where sleep was in and out, so when you felt a hand push back some hair behind your ear, you grabbed the knife under your pillow and lunged forward though there were no sounds of anyone in pain, in fact you heard the knife hit the floor.

"You have to be faster than that, sweetheart."

That voice. You would know that voice anywhere.

You blink your eyes open, slowly revealing the man you love in front of you. Except, he wasn't in front of you. This wasn't the first time he's appeared in front of you, it broke your heart all the same.

The exhaustion creeped up your throat and tears started to slip down your face, "No don't cry baby, it's okay." 'Jason' attempted to reach his hand toward you but you shook your head, backing into the corner of the bed,

"This isn't real. Go away, please. Not tonight."

The ache Jason felt in his chest at the sound of your distress hurt him in a way he's never yet experienced. His poor girl crying, thinking he wasn't real.

"I'm real baby, I promise." He calmly approaches you, kneeling on the bed, a hand reaches out towards you again,

Your head was buried on your knees as you hugged yourself into a ball, "You're not! I haven't found you! This can't be real!"

"Please look at me sweetheart."

You noticed his voice sounded different, deeper, more matured. It caused you to slowly look up, "There you are."

That's when you see him. The scars, the tired look in his eyes, the rage he's hiding behind it; There’s a difference in color in his eyes but they're beautiful all the same. They still look at you with love.

None of your hallucinations were this detailed, to be honest you couldn't imagine what he would look like after the years have passed. So to see this, you knew it was real. (Or some villain was damn good at illusions.)

He was caught off guard as you hugged him tight, he had to swallow down the feeling to pull you off. You were the exception to everything, so for now he could stomach the feeling of being held in place because he (is trying to convince himself) knows it's out of love.

You sobbed in his chest, apologizing over and over and over again, "It's okay baby, take deep breaths please."

Again, you started to shake your head, "It's not okay, I should have found you. I tried to find you, I'm so sorry!"

"I saw the room baby, I know you tried but that wasn't your responsibility." He tried to reason with you, doing what he could to calm you down. It's been years since he's seen you, years since he's dealt with anything normal, his mind is all over the place.

"Don't say that, I love you Jace. I would rather die than stop looking."

Jason tensed at the phrase, after everything it's hard to believe you, to believe any of this but he wanted to see you. He had to.

A hand found its way in your hair, holding you close to his chest, "You did good honey, thank you for trying."

Lifting your head from his chest, you looked into his eyes, "I would do anything for you, I need you to know that."

He can only offer a small smile, he knows you did and there's a small piece of his heart that can rest knowing you didn't forget him, that you still loved him.

He hopes he can learn to love you again, too.

part 2? lmk down below :)

© ihrthoney. reblogs & feedback are greatly appreciated𑁤

[lazycats-stuff]

Please make Bruce x male reader who's Ra's al Ghul's Brother? The reader isn't that involved with the league, like Ra's the big brother and shielded him, so he doesn't know that Bruce is batman and bruce also doesn'tknow thta reader's the brother of Ra'd, but at some point in their relationship the reader introduces him and the two only stay civil for the reader.

This is a recipe for disaster... But in every great way possible.

Summary: Bruce and Ra's are connected through (Y/N).

Warnings: Ra's being a good brother, minor cursing, Bruce and Ra's become frenemies lol

Ra's is a well known assassin in those circles. He is a formidable opponent for anyone who goes up against him. But there is one thing that he refuses to let his enemies know. Something he would rather die than reveal. His younger brother (Y/N).

When Ra's started the League, he kept his brother away from it. (Y/N) didn't decide to question what his brother was doing, but he knew what was going on to a certain extent. He was living with Ra's and has dipped himself in the Lazarus pit to stay young.

And (Y/N) was aware that it's not normal to have an army of trained ninjas walking around the premises, but he did not question it. Or the fact that he had to dip himself in the pit every few years to keep his youth.

But there was one thing he was certain of. His older brother would protect him with everything. Thus, Ra's and (Y/N) were very close, despite the fact that (Y/N) didn't know what Ra's was doing. Therefore, (Y/N) didn't know that Bruce Wayne was Batman.

We'll get to that a bit later.

After years of living with Ra's, (Y/N) wanted to see more of the world and move. Ra's nearly got a stroke when (Y/N) said that he wanted to move, but he knew that his brother wouldn't want to stay here forever. He helped (Y/N) move to... Well, (Y/N) has decided to move to Gotham City.

Ra's has warned (Y/N) that Gotham City is a city full of crime, nasty people and just overrun with criminals. (Y/N) has said that he would be fine, since Ra's taught him how to defend himself. Ra's' was still beyond nervous, but refused to show it.

Another problem was Batman. If Bruce found out who (Y/N) was, he could use (Y/N) as a pawn for his attack against Ra's and Ra's fought too hard to keep his brother safe. But he relented, knowing that he couldn't jail his brother forever.

Ra's relented and allowed (Y/N) to move to Gotham. He has decided to help his younger brother get settled in. He bought (Y/N) his place since (Y/N) has found a job in Gotham and normally it would have taken a while to get settled in, especially in a financial situation.

And Ra's is anything but rich so he helped his brother. And may or may not have decided to put a secret bodyguard to keep his brother safe. A guard that will just blend in with Gotham people and just stay off of (Y/N)'s radar.

And Bruce's radar too.

And so Ra's and (Y/N) came to Gotham city, Ra's helping (Y/N) to move his things and make the apartment a little bit more warmer and make a more home feeling.

" Tell me brother, are you sure you don't want to go back home? " Ra's asked as he put a box down in the kitchen.

" I'm sure Ra's. I really thought this out. I thought about it thoroughly." (Y/N) said as he put a box down and plopped down on the couch, tired from the move. He sighed and just plopped down on the couch face first this time.

" I will miss you. We have been through a lot together over the years. " Ra's said as he sat down the couch, smiling at his brother. " I guess I should have known you would want to spread your wings a bit and search the world so to speak. "

" Yeah... And Gotham sounds fun actually. "

Ra's scoffed and chuckled at the same time. " How is it fun? It's ridden with crime and filth. "

" But it's fun when you never know when you'll get mugged or not. " (Y/N) said into the warm black couch.

Ra's laughed and patted his head playfully. " Really? Are you nuts? "

" Nuts? I'm just looking for some new opportunities. " (Y/N) said as he turned on his back, looking back at his brother.

" You are really insane. " Ra's said chuckling, leaning back against the couch.

" Maybe... But I really craved change. " (Y/N) said as he put his head on Ra's lap and sighed. " You are still my older brother and I love you... I just want you to know that. "

Ra's smiled at that. He knew that very well. After all they have been through through the years, they have created an amazing bond and Ra's has swore to protect his little brother for as long as he was alive. And that was something that he has intended to do it for as long as he can.

After all, he is a man of his word.

" How about we order something to eat? And get some wine? You know I live for red wine. " (Y/N) said as he got more comfortable.

" Sure, why not? " Ra's said quietly petting (Y/N)'s hair. It was soft to the touch, the result of the years using the Lazarus pit to keep himself younger and healthier.

" Some Italian food? Or Chinese? Or something else entirely? " (Y/N) asked Ra's, wondering what they could eat.

" Well, before we order, I want to let you know something. A few rules to keep me happy. " Ra's said and (Y/N) sighed quietly, shifting his head in Ra's lap to look at him with more attention, to show him that he was listening intently.

" I'll visit at least once a month, just to make sure you are alive. Secondly, I'll text you every morning and you should respond, just so I can know you are alive. Other than that, I have no problem with you doing anything else. "

" Even dating? " (Y/N) said chuckling and Ra's sighed, shaking his head with an amused smile.

" Yes, even dating. And if something happens, call me. I'll be here as soon as possible. " Ra's said softly and (Y/N) nodded. He always knew that. He knew that Ra's would always protect him.

" I know you would... Thank you brother. " (Y/N) said and Ra's patted his cheek.

" Always my brother, always. "

And that was a little over a year ago. Ra's and (Y/N) were in constant contact and the two brothers were now in (Y/N)'s apartment, sipping some red wine that Ra's has brought during his last visit.

" Anything new my brother? " Ra's asked as he swirled the wine in his wine glass.

" I'm dating. "

Ra's raised his brow and turned to look at his brother instead of wine. " Really? "

" Yes. We have been going out for about 6 months. " (Y/N) answered as he sipped his wine.

" Oh? Is it a he or a she? "

" It's a he. If you can stay a day longer, you can meet him tomorrow. " (Y/N) said and turned on the TV, knowing that the news are going to be on soon.

" I do want to meet the man who stole my brother's heart. " Ra's mumbled, sipping his wine slowly, happy that his brother was dating and he seemed happy.

" I'll tell him to drop by here. " (Y/N) said as he quickly texted Bruce to come by tomorrow at this time.

" Is he treating you well? " Ra's asked, putting his wine glass down on the coffee table.

" He spoils me rotten. " (Y/N) answered with a soft smile and Ra's nodded. Good, as he should.

" And you treat him well too? " Ra's asked as he tilted his head.

" Of course I do. " (Y/N) said rolling his eyes, amused by his brother's questions.

" Just asking, want to make sure you are happy. " Ra's justified himself.

(Y/N) huffed and crossed his arms, playfully turning away from Ra's who laughed.

" Oh please, I know you don't mind me asking those questions. " Ra's said as turned his brother around to face him.

(Y/N) huffed at that, rolling his eyes.

" Oh I know you don't. "

Tomorrow evening came by quickly and Ra's and (Y/N) were patiently waiting for Bruce to arrive. (Y/N) has cooked an amazing meal and put it on the table just as the doorbell rang. He wiped his hands and quickly moved to open the door. Ra's positioned himself so he could see who would enter from the hallway, while waiting.

(Y/N) opened the door, saying hello to Bruce, who in return hugged him tightly and kissed him softly. In his arms he had a bouquet of roses and a bottle of red wine.

After that, (Y/N) led Bruce to the dining room/living room and both Ra's and Bruce froze. What the fuck?

" Bruce, this is my older brother Ra's. Ra's, this is my boyfriend Bruce." (Y/N) said, introducing the men who already know each other, but not for good reasons.

Bruce handed (Y/N) the roses and the bottle of wine and shook hands with Ra's, who could have killed Bruce on sight. His younger brother, with Batman... Oh hell no.

" I'll put the bottle and the flowers away. " (Y/N) said and quickly left and the two men stared each other down.

" What are you doing with my brother? " Ra's whispered to Bruce, anger seeping into his voice.

" I didn't know he is your brother. " Bruce whispered back quickly, eyes glancing at the hall where (Y/N) went to put the flowers and the wine again. " Doesn't he know who I am? " Bruce added, still whispering.

" No, because I keep him away from the League business. "

Bruce sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. " Okay, we are staying civil for him. "

" Couldn't agree more. But hurt him, I'll kill you more times than you can count. " Ra's threatened and sat down as he heard his brother coming. Bruce followed suit and (Y/N) came back with a small smile.

Bruce and Ra's glanced at one another. They will be civil for (Y/N) and (Y/N) only.

[dreamerinthemoonlight]

Genshin Guys with an S/O on their Period: Waking up with a Mess and Cramps Edition (Diluc, Kaeya, Neuvillette, Itto)

A/N: Now that I can do more than curl up on the couch letting the heating pad do it's job kind of here we go.

Do we even know what period products people on Teyvat use? And have they even invented Midol? Like, what does a Teyvat medicine cabinet look like?

CW: mentions of blood because period, duh, hurt/comfort

Diluc x fem!reader, Kaeya x fem!reader, Neuvillette x fem!reader, Itto x fem!reader

Requests are OPEN

Diluc

Diluc is a heaven send at a time like this, no doubt it

The man is on it

Let's say he comes home from some Mondstadt batman-ing and goes to curl up in bed with you

Only to find you asleep, but curled up in pain and a growing red spot on the sheets

Thanks be to Adelinde for making sure he's not clueless about female issues. If he didn't know anything before dating you, she made sure he had an idea clue after

He wakes you up, gently, and helps you get to the bathroom so he can help clean you up, while Adelinde (who makes a habit of staying up when Diluc does his vigilante thing) makes sure the sheets are changed and gets you whatever pain relief Mondstadt has available

After you're clean and have whatever products you use on, you go back to bed and he curls up behind you. He uses his vision to warm his hands and uses them as a hot pad for you

Let's be real, you don't get better than a pyro vision for dealing with cramps

Kaeya

Kaeya is not quite as good as Diluc (mostly because of his vision, lol)

In this case he has the decency to not tease and poke fun. Even if he didn't know that doing so would result in his premature death, he actually feels sympathy

When he wakes up next to you, finding you curled up and nearly crying, he's momentarily very concerned. After all, his pretty little s/o is in pain and that just won't do

A quick once over and he spots the blood pooling between your legs and the concern subsides. This isn't the first time this has happened, especially if you're not possessed of a clock-work cycle, though your cramps usually aren't this bad

Because both of you are familiar with this routine, he''s got a lot of stuff on hand. Like Diluc, he makes sure you wake up and get cleaned up while he changes sheets and runs to pester Barbara about something to help the cramps. Again, he doesn't have the advantage of a pyro vision

If he has a mission that day, he does it as quick as possible, but if he just has paper work, he carries that shit home and does it while taking care of you

He wants you to focus on not hurting, so any chores you would do he takes over (it gives him a way to avoid paperwork, lol)

Neuvillette

I'm not saying Neuvie would freak, the first time this happened, but yeah, the man freaks the fuck out

I mean, dragon boy doesn't spend that much time in close proximity to human females. He conceivably is fully unaware of what exactly a period entails.

When you wake up cursing and hissing in pain, which wakes him up in the process, he's genuinely scared for you

After all, you look like you're in huge amounts of pain and that's blood on the sheets. It takes you several minutes to calm Neuvie down, to make sure than he's not blowing things too far out of proportion

Eventually you manage to enlist his help cleaning up. He's perfectly happy to give a little help making sure the bloodstains on your thighs are gone and changing the sheets

He still calls one of the Melusine nurses. A) you're in pain and that's unacceptable to him and b) he's still not 100% certain that you're OK

You roll your eyes, but it does hurt and I'm not sure what kind of over the counter period relief Teyvat has. Either way, you'll have something that might help

After the Melusine leaves, you pull him back to bed and cuddle while you explain female biology in depth. First time a 500 year old dragon has had to take sex-ed lol

Once you're done he feels a little embarrassed over his overreaction

Needless to say, your next period goes much smoother. Once he's aware of the issue, he does some research on his own, talks to some other girls about ways to make it easier (basically being a stand up, super loyal boyfriend.n outstanding boyfriend)

Eventually the entire ordeal is something the two of you will laugh over

Itto

I rarely write for Itto, but I think the idea of Itto seeing the period mess and cramps would be kinda funny. At least from the outside. I would not want to be the s/o in this situation. It's a mess

He thinks the world is ending. Blows it waaaay out of proportion, and unlike Neuvie, he doesn't really listen.

Once you convince him you're not dying, he thinks you're the absolute coolest for being able to bleed every month and be in that much pain and not die

You might have to stop him from trying to "join his most awesome girlfriend ". Like, if you're so cool for this, obviously the One and Oni must be able to as well? Right.

You immediately call Shinobu because, "No. Itto. You have a dick. If you try and bleed like this. you'll die."

You and Shinobu stop him from trying to have a period too, because he'd try...somehow, and send him on basic errands or something. Anything to distract him.

Honestly, I feel like dealing with Itto's...whatever he has going on...would be more exhausting than the period and cramps

In this situation, Shinobu is your girl. She is prepared, both with the ability to redirect Itto and whatever you don't have on hand in case of mess and cramps

[madlittlecriminal]

could i request cockwarming w jonathan crane? like maybe he's had a stressful day and you fuck it out of him, but when you're about to pull off he grabs you and just... asks you to stay right there, with him inside of you... 😞 i'm so down bad for him it's not even funny...

Stress Relief ↦ Jonathan Crane × Female!Reader

anon, i get it. trust me, im down bad for him too. i was like 4 or 5 when i saw the first movie (Batman Begins) even though i was 3 when it came out and i could say he was one of my first celebrity crushes. im 21 now & Cillian Murphy is still a celebrity crush, so...yeah...little me had taste lol

y'all, why did i roleplay with one of his bots and they gonna say he had blonde hair- as far as i know, he was never blonde in general (comics, games, animated series/tv shows and/or movies) i was so disappointed.

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, praise, unprotected p in v, cockwarming, there's like no plot at all, i listened to a lot of spicy songs while writing this...IN BOTH ENGLISH & SPANISH

You saw it on his face when he walked into the house; your boyfriend was stressed. You've been together for almost 2 years, so you lived together and you also knew what relieved his stress.

"Jonathan?" He took off his blazer before looking over at you, taking off his vest. You looked down at his tie before pulling it and bringing him towards you. "You need to relax, baby." You pressed your lips onto his and he quickly reciprocated. His hand rested on your cheek, and you got on top of him, taking off tie and unbuttoning his shirt. You took off his shirt and he quickly rested his hands on your hips.

His hands slid from your hips and under your shirt, before taking it off and kissing your neck. You tilt your head to the side, biting your lip as he nibbled on your neck gently, not wanting to mark you; you both agreed it was better when they couldn't be seen. He unclasped your bra, letting it glide down your arms before kissing and sucking on one before doing the same to the other. You let out a small whimper, him humming in pleasure as he heard your little noise.

Your hands went to his belt, undoing it and his hands fixed your flowy skirt so it covered him. He felt your arousal soaking through your panties, so he knew you more than ready for him. You undid his button and his zipper before he stopped you. "Just take it out, darling. I can't wait anymore." His whisper against your chest made you bite your lip, doing as he said. "Hope these aren't your favorites." Before you could say anything, you heard a rip and let out a breathy laugh. "They weren't. Don't worry." He chuckled, sliding into you without a hassle. After nearly 2 years, you didn't really need to adjust to him as much as you did the first few times.

However, you still loved how he filled you up and pleased you like no one else has.

You wrapped an arm around his shoulder as you bounced on him. "Fuck baby," Jonathan moaned, his hands wrap around your hips as he thrusted into you. "Feels so good inside me, Jon." He bit his lip at your words. "Yeah, darling? You take me so good like the good girl you are." You moan at his words, his lips finding yours as he groans, feeling you clench around him. "Just like that, darling. Let me feel how good praises make you feel." He goes back to kissing you as his fingers go to your clit, playing with it as you continue to bounce on him. He breaks the kiss, tearing his glasses off of his face before meeting your lips once more.

Your fingers tangle into his hair, tugging slightly as he fucks you and plays with your clit. Your eyes widened when he adjusted himself quickly, reaching your sensitive spot, making you let out a moan loud enough for all of Gotham to hear. "Are you gonna come, darling?" You nod as best as you could, knowing your voice would betray you. "Come all over my cock, darling." You pull his hair, pulling him closer to you as you came on his cock. He continued, his thrusts getting sloppy before he came inside you.

As you both tried catching your breaths, he pulled you into a weak kiss. After you felt your heart rate begin to go back to normal, you began to pull yourself off of him, but he gripped your hips, making you stop your movements. "Stay," Jonathan's soft yet raspy voice spoke as your eyes met his blue ones. "You feel so warm, darling, I don't want you to move yet."

"Okay," Jonathan fixed himself, the small shift making you whimper at the movement in your sensitive core. "Sorry darling." You giggle as he pulled you closer to him, rubbing your back slowly as you rest your head on his. "That's okay, Jonny. Are you comfortable?" He chuckled. "You have no idea." His lips met yours in another kiss, making you clench around him. He groaned into the kiss, shaking his head. "Not yet, darling. Let me enjoy your warmth." You nodded, brushing some of his hair out of his face. "Did I relieve your stress?" He nodded. "You always do, but we should really just start doing this. It feels fantastic."

"I'll keep that in mind the next time you come home stressed out."

[book-place]

Holiday Hero

Warnings: none (I think), let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Damian Wayne x reader platonic

Request: Hey can I pls request some platonic angst/comfort with Damian wayne(it'll take place at a classroomparty before you both go on Christmas break)? You and Damian go to the same school, gotham academy. During the party, you handed him a gift wrapped in Christmas wrapping with a batman and snowflake design (your a close friend with the waynes and you know about their identities, so this is basically a way of teasing him). When he opened it, he was met with a beautiful custom necklace from an expensive brand he loves. He audibly gasped in surprise as his eyes sparkled at the gift. He turned the pendant around to see words etched in the middle that read "my hero" in bold letters. He was so happy! He felt like he just might cry. It was already the end of the day and you where walking home together since your houses where close to each other, he noticed you seemed a little sad and upset. "Yn, are you ok?" He asked you in a worried tone. "Damian... there's something you need to know". You stopped walking, causing him to do the same, as you turned over to him and confessed that you where moving schools. He was so sad that he nearly cried a second time right in front of you. You had been his closest friend for nearly 7 years, and now your leaving. He felt so numb yet so sad. He hadn't even noticed the tears running downs his face and Alfred's shocked face as he greeted him at the door.Sorry if this doesn't make much sense lol. Have a good day!

Request by: @ladyagagaslefttoe

*not my gif*

Summary: You presented Damian with a gift before giving him the heartbreaking news

A/N: Welcome to day 6 of Book Places 12 Days of Christmas

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

“It is about time,” Damian complained flatly with an eyeroll, closing the door to leave behind the baked goods and holiday music.

“Oh, come on!” You complained playfully, “You’re telling me that you really didn’t enjoy any of the party?”

“Of course not,” He scoffed, “Having a holiday celebration before break is completely useless to me.”

A small laugh left your lips as you rolled your eyes teasingly, “Only you would say that I suppose.” Your eyes then lit up, “Oh, that reminds me!”

As the two of you walked out the doors of Gotham Academy, you flipped your backpack around your shoulder and began rifling through.

Everyday for as long as you could remember, you and Damian had walked home together after school. Rain or shine, snow or storm.

For the first couple of years, an adult or one of his brothers would be there to accompany the two of you, but as you got older, you were able to do it yourselves.

The two of you had been best friends for seven years, ever since you met in school, and had been inseparable all the while.

“Voila!” You exclaimed, presenting a gift bag.

His eyebrows shot up a bit in surprise as he hesitantly took it from your outstretched arm, “I thought we agreed that presents were childish and a waste of time?”

You rolled your eyes playfully again, “No, Dami, you were the one that agreed to that, not me.”

“But… I didn’t get you anything.” He spoke.

You waved your hand, as if clearing the air from his question, “I don’t want you to get me anything… I just wanted to do something nice for you.”

With slightly less hesitation, he looked down at the bag, only to shoot his head back up with a glare as you doubled over laughing, stumbling a little bit in your steps along the sidewalk.

Displayed on the front of the bag was a picture of a bat that you had cut out and glued on, a subtle teasing to him and his family’s secret lives.

Though there was a look of annoyance on his face, there was the slightest hint of softness that only those closest to him would ever be able to see, like you.

Carefully, he pushed aside the tissue paper and gently picked up a box from within.

After shooting one last glance at your eager face, he slowly opened the box, and even he couldn’t stop the slight gasp that left his lips at what he saw.

There, laid a pendant from one of his favorite- very expensive- stores.

As delicately as he could, he raised the jewelry and turned it over. And what he saw, made his eyes tear up the tiniest bit.

On the back of the pedant, there was an engraving that read: بطلي.

It meant ‘My hero’ in Arabic, which is what he was to you. A hero.

“T-thank you.” He choked out, being at a loss for any other words.

You smiled sadly at him, turning your head back forward and continuing your trek home.

Automatically noticing your change in demeanor, he cleared his throat and turned slightly more serious, “What is it? What is wrong?”

You glanced at him, unshed tears resting in your eyes, not leaving no matter how hard you tried to make them.

The two of you were right in front of where you lived.

“Y/n,” He spoke, worry seeping into his tone, “Are you alright?”

“Dami… I have to tell you something,” You admitted, gnawing on your bottom lip nervously, “I… my parents… we’re moving out of Gotham.”

Damian froze in his steps, causing you to stop and look back at him with those same sad eyes, the ones that he hated.

“What do you mean?” He demanded, as if you weren’t clear enough.

You sighed and took a step towards him, “Dami-“

He took a jerking step back, though, eyes alight with rage and confusion, “What are you talking about?”

“It’s not my decision, Dami.” Your voice was pleading. You were begging him to understand, “My parents both got job offers outside of the city that they couldn’t refuse.”

The boy shook his head back and forth violently, denial written all over his features.

Your heart broke a little bit at the sight of the cold, closed off boy trying to come to terms with the fact that you were leaving, the unshed tears in his eyes said it all.

With a little bit more hesitation, you tried again to take a step towards him, only for him to flinch away once more.

You looked at him with sad eyes and softly said, “I’m sorry, Dami.” Before turning on your heel and walking into your home, leaving your best friend standing on the sidewalk, frozen in shock.

It took him a while to finally snap out of it enough to continue the rest of his journey home, and when he did, his hands were shaking too much to even use the key to open the manor doors.

So he stood there for a few moments after ringing the doorbell once, and Alfred came to the door in curiosity before confusion took over at the sight of the youngest boy in the home with tear stained cheeks and a necklace grasped tightly in his hand.

-•-

It had been three days since the heartbreaking news had reached Damian, and he hadn’t seen you since that day.

“Cheer up, Demon Brat.” Though the words were harsh, Jason really was trying to make his brother feel better, “It’s Christmas.”

“Christmas is a childish concept.” Damian mumbled back on instinct from all the petty arguments he had with you over the past month.

His family all shared worried glances around the room, no longer knowing what they could do to cheer the poor boy up. He had never been like this.

The doorbell suddenly rang, bouncing in and out of all the rooms in the house.

“I’ll get it,” Damian quietly murmured, slipping out of the room to get away from his family's pitying gazes.

He opened the door with a sour look on his face, only for it to disappear the second he saw you standing there on his porch, tears springing into your eyes.

“Merry Christmas, Damian.” You whispered before leaping into his arms, wrapping your own around his neck.

This time, there was no flinching away as Damian wrapped his arms around you in return, a couple loose tears sliding down his face.

“Merry Christmas.” He whispered back.

“My parents changed their mind,” You let out a watery chuckle as you grasped onto his shirt like a lifeline, “We’re not moving.”

The boy could have wept tears of joy right then and there. You, his best friend, was not in fact leaving him.

He couldn’t have asked for a better gift.

The Superior Robin ❤️- @ineedmorefanfics2 @sambucky8 @spidyyparker @i-writes-things

[thesharktanksdriver]

The Cost of Power (Romantic)

Ok listen, Professor Venomous from ok ko is super hot and like I really like his character so I thought, what if I made a y/n based off of him in dc. Even more big brain idea of them being a weapons supplier to villains and those villains eventually gaining feelings

I left y/n in this gender neutral and the whole thing of professor venomous having purple skin up to reader interpretation of y/n having that feature or not

Btw in this y/n is confident in their abilites but has some deep rooted insecurities about doing better and getting power to make themself feel secure. Their also kinda an oblivious lil bitch cause of that lol

If y’all like this I’ll make more with more villains and some platonic stuff. also send in suggestions for some villains if you'd like

In a world that has super hero’s and villains of wild proportions, gifted with powers of all kinds it’s easy to be cast aside when you are not to their standard

You were a hero once, part of the few gifted with powers beyond anyone’s wildest dreams

It was great, you were happy helping people and the adrenaline that came with the job

Fuck, you even worked with the god Damn justice league of all people. Everything had seemed to finally be good in your life

But even with that there was always doubt in the back of your mind

You could do better, sure you were a good hero but not a great one despite how much people tried to convince you of it

You could’ve done more to save others, your powers would never be good enough to be compared to the others no matter how much your worked

You felt inadequate in your own skin, in your own suit, with your powers

In some ways you felt stupid for feeling that way, Batman and Green arrow didn’t have powers and they were just fine

But it just kept simmering and simmering for you until a breaking point

You tried making a machine to help enhance your abilities, it was meant to push them to the next level as to make you more effective

To finally get rid of that stupid voice in the back of your mind

But it backfired badly, really badly

It ended up getting rid of your powers all together and nearly killed you in the process

You were powerless again, like you��d felt all your life until you became a hero

You were useless now

At best you’d maybe be put on tech support but why would they do that when they have someone like cyborg or Batman with his gadgets

So you left

You left your half vaporized and shredded uniform and gave up on being a hero until you’d be able to create a cure

Luckily no one knew your identity nor did you know theirs so you migrated into base where you began developing equipment

It went on like this for about a year until you needed money and you decided to sell some weapons

And Bane ended up buying from you

You justified it at first, that you’d make up for it when you got your powers back

But eventually it felt good…really good

And then you began selling to other villains and saw the demand they had for your schematics and machines

You felt powerful again, infact you felt more powerful than you did with your powers

And that’s where you realized that you don’t need powers to have power

All you needed was to create a supply and demand plus build partnerships with other certain people

And you were golden

As mentioned earlier Bane is your first buyer of all people

And thus the first to gain feelings for you

It’s a slow thing at first as it is for the other villains as well

What hooks his attention is your intelligence which is sadly a hard trait to find in the underworld

Your smart like him, frighteningly so

You create intricately made schematics and beautifully crafted machinery that helps enhance his venom

You even make the containers and tubes hooked up to him more durable

He likes that he can hold a conversation with you and can talk deeply about subjects which interest both him and you

For instance the topic of power

You respect him quite a bit, especially when learning of his childhood

And the respect is also mutual from him as well since he knows there more to you than meets the eye

Your a mystery to everyone, one that’s carefully crafted and sculpted from shadows and vague rumours

One in which he finds himself enraptured in as he begins to become more and more interested in you on a personal level

At some point while you adjust your new enhancements on him the talks become personal

And he finds himself leaning into your precise touch

And shit

Well he didn’t intend to end up this way but he can’t say that the feeling of his heart racing isn’t nice

It’s at this point when he realizes his feelings that he makes subtle moves

Like he pays a bit more than what was asked for, always writing it off as a tip for you excellent work

Giving you pet names in Spanish that have certain connotations

Hell, he even promises you protection should you need it along with promising that if you got into trouble he’d bail you out by force

The poor man is dropping hints faster than flies dropping from the sky due to a chemical leak

But you don’t catch on due to you thinking no one would actually like you other than in a business partnership way due to your still lingering insecurities

But dear god he’s getting real fed up with how you aren’t catching on at all

For as smart as you are, your kinda oblivious to everyone’s advances

Like he’s been calling you nicknames in Spanish with romantic connotations and you don’t bat an eye at it even though he knows you know Spanish?!!?

Don’t be surprised next you come over and see an indent in the wall from him bashing his head against it in fucking frustration

Though he presumes that also is something he enjoys with you, how despite your intelligence your still a emotionally stoic genius

He 100% uses the fact he bought from you first and knew you the longest to all the others after your cold unbeating heart

He really likes stirring the pot especially when seeing how pissed off he can make others

Oh it’s so fun to toy with them until they break

And he intends to do that until he’s the last one in this race standing though unfortunately that will be hard for him to do considering everyone else is just as invested in it

Slade is another bunch of your clients that buys your weapons quite frequently

He likes your work along with the fact that your punctual

Your never late nor do you waste time on bullshit to get to the point of the conversation

After spending a long time with people skirting around details and dilly dallying he finds it nice

Your just to the point and you don’t disguise your motives

Along with that your prices are fair and your weapons are worth it

You meet in secluded places with him, handing him over the weapons safely stored in a bag as he transfers the money to you

It’s during one of these meets though that it’s interrupted by some random thugs

Before he can even point blank shoot them you just take out the weapon from its case and takes care of them

Just blam

While he’s standing there thinking about how attractive that was lol

“We’ll I guess we can consider that a weapon test if your still interested in buying”

Yeah…seeing you absolutely decimate some poor fools with you own weapon, lab coat fluttering in the wind really hits something in him

And gets worse as times goes on and those private meets spaces end up eventually taking place in his apartment where he offers coffee (that you desperately need)

Slade goes through like 7 stages of denial and then accepts it one day as he realizes that others are after you too

It kinda gets worse when Rose ended up there once while you were advertising some new sniper scope and you suddenly go from stoic and emotionless to gently patching her up

And while he has a strained relationship with her at best he still cares for her more than he’d like to admit

And seeing that you care for kids and took to patching her wounds with care and a certain gentleness in your voice just kinda hits him hard and hrrnnnnjajajajajsjn

(👆🏻his brain)

He gets really competitive with everyone else cause when he has his sights set on something/someone he ain’t letting down easily

Meanwhile Rose is just watching from the sidelines. Like she may dislike her dad heavily but after the few encounters she’s had with you she likes you

So she’s kinda silently hoping that something good comes out of this

Either way she gets to watch him get stressed from half your clientele feeling the same way he does lol

At one point he legit asks you out on a date and you misinterpret that as “a work date where you can tell me of your newest items on the market”

Safe to say he’s a bit salty after that especially when he’s now been roped into buying a new rifle (though he does admit he needed a new one anyways)

What makes it worse is that he swears your flirting with him sometimes? Or at least you sound like your flirting with how you phrase shit and the tone of voice you use

Maybe he’s looking too much into your words but why must you say such hot evil shit

Plus your damn lab coat and black turtleneck combo is so fine

You don’t even know the hold you have on this man lol

Has 100% offered to give you a discount for any of his services should you need it

Like taking out competition but you just say you want to crush them via taking all their buyers yourself and watch them get panicky

by god he respects that sentiment and you get a good hardy chuckle out of him

While Harley and Ivy are a bit more relaxed than they were before their relationship that still doesn’t mean they don’t want to check out your stock especially since you also make stuff for plants

And of course ivy eats that up and Harley eats it up as well since it makes Ivy super happy

As they say happy wife girlfriend happy life

But as they casually shop from you Harley and Ivy begin to find your company quite fun!

You kinda begin to act as a counterbalance to Harley’s wild ideas and Ivy’s more controlled ones

You Find a middle ground for both of them in most situations and inventions made specifically for them

It’s then that they begin inviting you to their apartment, a place where you unwind a bit from the stress of everything

You’ve spent many a nights planning and building and selling so it’s nice to just relax and watch a movie with them

To watch a schlocky horror film sandwiched between the two women as you hold a popcorn bowl in your lap

Hyenas curled near your feet

Unsurprisingly they both kinda start catching feelings and both are much more in-tuned with their emotions than most other suitors and catch on quick that they got feelings

Now the thing about them as well is that both communicate with one another and when they both realize that the feeling is mutual they both decide might as well

These bi queens are working together on this but you ignore the signs cause a) their in a relationship with one another they couldn’t possibly like me and b) their just really affectionate with me cause I’m their friend

Honestly instead of frustrating them it just makes Harley laugh cause like “Puddin your smart but not that smart”

Both of them bond with you over the fact that they’ve also got high educations themselves!. Ivy in particular cause she give good tips on how to make your machines eco friendly

Listen you may be a criminal with morally grey sense of ethics but your not a complete asshole

Harley shows her interest through affection so be prepared for a lot of hugs, hand holding and even some kisses on the cheek if your comfortable with it

Giving you cheek kisses is hilarious to her cause how the fuck are you not catching on and it also pisses off the boys

She also LOVES nicknames. Once she’s friends with you she ain’t ever calling you by your name again, it’s just nicknames galore from then on out

As a sign of trust she actually asks you to look after bud and Lou (her hyenas) when she and ivy go away for whatever reason

At this point the two are big puppies around you and you have a soft spot for the two balls of spotted fur

At some point Harley kinda subconsciously psycho analyzes you just out of habit

And by doing that she kinda figured out that your inability to see all the hints thrown your way by several people stems from some insecurities

She’s not certain what caused said insecurities but she gets the sense that due to something in the past you can’t see others perceiving yourself as anything other than an ally or a necessity

You enjoy the feeling of being relied on and the power that comes with being in such a position but can’t distinguish and justify when others seek more than just what you offer resource wise

…she may be reading more inbetween the lines but it kinda worries her a lot

Especially since she doesn’t know what might’ve caused you to think of yourself in such a way

But she keeps that to herself and Ivy, instead focusing on doing her best to make you happy and help you catch a hint

Ivy on the other hand shows affection Via gift giving and words of affirmation

She gifts you small plants and succulents that you now keep in your lab, properly watered and cared for

They also serve as a subconscious sign for your to look after yourself as well

They stand out well against the cold purple tinted steel, vibrant green’s brining in a sense of life to the place

Your base up until that point had always been…lifeless. Nothing personalized there but with Ivy’s gifts they help give the place something that had been missing

Along with plants she also gifts a lot of skin care and general health goods as an extra little thing

She also compliments you a lot, saying how great you look and how great your inventions are

She really enjoys when she can see the smallest bit of pride swell up in your eyes as you thank her

Both find it hilarious when you say or do something vaguely flirty but don’t realize it until they say and you get all flustered

They also say “no it’s ok, in fact say more” and you take it as a joke not knowing their 100% serious

Harvey and Two-face once bought from you and had intended to have it as a one time thing but once meeting up with you had decided to change their mind via coin flip

What had gotten both their attentions was the sense of duality that they saw in you

More so how they got the sense you weren’t like this once upon a time but something in you changed

Just like Harvey

So they continue to buy from you, trying to kinda figure you out while also enjoying the supplies you sell

You treat them as their own separate entities, not thinking of one as the “good” side nor one as the “bad” side

Harvey himself engages and enjoys the activities egged on by Two-face, releasing his self control to not act on his every thought

The only thing with Harvey is that he feels the guilt afterwards and still sometimes prefers to work stuff out somewhat civilly if the situation calls for it

He likes you can see the difference, that he isn’t designated as “good” like most do with him

You talk with him about law, but more specifically the best legal loopholes he knows of which makes him laugh

It’s honestly been a long while since someone talked to him, to Harvey

You don’t bring up what happened to him as to not be insensitive but you do ask him about his favourite cases he’s worked on

Ones that specifically caught his eye or had the most batshit (pun intended) insane stuff that happened in it

His favourite one he told you was the one involving the theft of a car which somehow ended up turning into something completely ridiculous and somehow had a circus involved

Your laugh makes something bubble up in him, genuine joy from feeling seen along with making you smile despite the bags he’s sees under your eyes

You remind him of himself in more ways than one in both good and bad. Something that makes him worry

Back in his collage days he obsessively worked, studied and if it weren’t for Bruce he’d likely never actually socialize with anyone much

And he sees that with how your obsessed with your craft but also the fact you seem to be trying to prove yourself to someone (though he guesses that someone is yourself)

He’s always been a good judge of character, being district attorney does that to you along with being able to see through people

And he sees some deep rooted issues

You try, and try and your confident in your abilities but you keep pushing yourself. Like an eternal hunger, one which he felt once before as he tried to do better, to take on as many cases as possible to help more and more people

Wait why does he care so much….oh shi-

Yeah so he kinda blanks once he realizes this, full on fucking blue screen as your talking one day and then Two-face takes over absolutely cackling at Harvey finally fucking realizing what he’s know for like an entire month now

Two-face on the other hand knows what he wants and once he realizes that’s you he’s already buckled into this roller coaster and ain’t prepared to leave midway through

He digs deep into getting to know you, what makes you tick and trying to see the sides in which you try to bury away

You somewhat open up after some prying from him, what can he say? He’s good with words

Especially since Harvey knew how to butter people up good

You mention a bit about childhood, having nothing and not having control of your life, not having and power over it.

And then you had it and things were great. But the the doubt began to set in, you felt inferior to everyone else and in trying to get to their level you lost everything

You can deprive someone of something like good food and they wouldn’t crave it until they got a taste of it. And once they do they can’t go back to the shit they are before

Which is what had happened to you

But now your role here has given you back that again, that control and security which you now need more than anything

For who are we all if not creature that crave more

Well uh that was a lot but he can’t say he’s surprised much

Both of them really like your confidence, but Two-face especially finds it to be fun

Seeing you quite literally strut past his goons and place down your briefcase on his desk is really a sight he finds amusing

He also finds himself surprisingly soft when you do not fear staring at his “half” of Harvey. You don’t flinch at the slight of charred and burned skin nor the slight hint of burnt flesh that lingers

you don’t even seem to hesitate shaking his hand, something most would shy away from doing

It feels nice just being treated like he isn’t Frankenstein’s monster, a creation that should’ve been destroyed rather than created

Unlike the others I see both Harvey and Two-Face not really being big on making their feelings for you known

They’d bother rather stay on the sidelines as others squabble as they use that time to get closer

In that sense their much more subtle with their shared approach

But both of them have their own ways of expressing interest.

For Harvey’s his is more traditionally Romantic gestures, something he kinda picked up on from Bruce’s many endeavours and stories of how he charmed yet another woman

He writes you notes, formal yet genuine sentiment leaking into every word written on old yellowed paper

Perhaps even some gifts of Designer pieces of clothing he’d thought you’d like

Excusing it as “it didn’t fit us” or “just thought you’d like it”

He honestly gets a bit finicky when gifting these to you and whatever confidence he had slips away like sand between his fingertips

It only gets worse when you smile and accept it from him

Two-face on the other hand is more practical in his affection

Straight on telling you to your face that your attractive in both personality and looks

And supplying you with imports of supplies you need

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As Sun Tzu Said | Kyle Gaz Garrick x m!reader

Anonymous asked: I was choosing so hard to Pick between, Alejandro, Rudy Gaz, and Price (Soap, Ghost, and König are getting A LOTTA LOVE) for this but I'm loving the Gaz love, especially with his hubby so, I might stay with that for a bit…

Anyway…

"Show them no mercy, baby”

SAS!Male Reader X Gaz where 141 is in DEEP DEEP TROUBLE and Male Reader is like..."I ain't  having this bullshit anymore," and just becomes a fucking TANK of a being and goes APESHIT on enemies when Gaz says that to him

It just flips a goddamn switch in his head lol

Like TERMINATOR style

Also if you could kinda continue from the same Male Reader from the recent Gaz fic I requested that would be AMAZING!!!

Also, just everything everything everything you do means a A LOT as someone who LIVES for X Male Reader and again I just cannot thank you enough…

summary: if you know your enemy, and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles - something that you and Gaz know all too well, and when shit hits the fan, it becomes apparent exactly what that means.

tws: canon-typical violence, gun violence, knives, blood, death, war, swearing

(somewhat part 1) Right Man For The Job

Time had run out. The enemy had opened fire on the base, thick American accents followed by a tidal wave of bullets as the task force, Alejandro and Rodolfo, and the SAS took what cover they could; your first instinct was to grab Gaz, to push him against the nearest car, pressing his back into the tyre as you kept him down and shook your head. You could handle it. You could protect him. You told him exactly that between barking and growling orders at your men, take cover, open fire, don’t show the bastards any fucking mercy and don’t let them see any fucking weaknesses either; maybe high command would regret sending you out to your husband now, as you kept him pressed against the car tyre and furrowed your brows, hands clumsily roaming his body. 

“You okay, baby? They didn’t hurt you, did they?”

“No,” Gaz breathed out, relief in his eyes as he sighed heavily. “Not a scratch this time.”

“So not like Bastogne,” you joked weakly, daring to press a kiss to his forehead. “You stay here, let me handle this, alright?”

“Before you go,” he grabbed the shirt of your collar, pulled you down for a sweet kiss that made you smile and nearly relax into it. “Lucky charm, remember?”

You nodded, daring to smile at him before you grabbed the knife from your belt and took a look at it; the handle, a dark grey, had been engraved with half of your team’s patch, and half of his. You kept saying it was lucky, although now you weren’t so sure; still, you ducked down between the cars, and took one last look at Gaz. “Not like Bastogne… fuck, I ain’t having this bullshit anymore - why have they gotta fuck everything up?”

He grinned, nodding as he threw you his cap. “Show them no mercy, baby.”

Just like how you had switched from Batman to Bane when the hostage had spoken in an American accent, you pulled the switch again; running between the cars and the various little stacks of boxes and equipment as if there weren’t any bullets with your name on heading right your way. You didn’t give a shit, Gaz’s words echoing in your head as you grabbed one guy by the throat, dragging him down before dragging the blade right through his skull through his eye. Blood already smeared across your face as you moved onto the next target. You grabbed his gun, and although you weren’t exactly the best with firearms - they were far too uncivilised for your tastes, if you were honest - you took up a position beside the body, aimed, and opened fire; three of the bastards fell, and you heard Price’s voice call out over the Comms.

“This is Bravo Six,” he sounded breathless. “Carolus Rex, if you can hear me - do not stand down. There’s six yanks heading your way, and they look like they’re ready for a scrap.”

“Roger that, Bravo Six,” you replied, hoping that the gunfire didn’t muffle your voice too much, “I got ‘em in sight… say - anyone know what happens when you bring a knife to a gunfight?”

“Not sure, Carolus Rex,” Price chuckled. “Care to show us?”

“Fuck it,” you laughed. “Why not? Stupid cunts shouldn’t have shot at my husband… Carolus Rex out.”

The others stopped in their tracks when they saw you step out into the open, brandishing that knife as you grinned and allowed the six enemies to encircle you; they looked fucking pissed, and that meant that they were weak. As Sun Tzu said, “Hence the skilful fighter puts himself into a position which makes defeat impossible, and does not miss the moment for defeating the enemy.”

“Now, lads,” you laughed, looking around at them all. “Don’t you remember?”

The enemies looked amongst one another, one told you to shut up, but you held your hand up. 

“Carolus Rex, what the fuck are you doing?” Price’s voice growled in your ear.

You chose to ignore it, speaking loudly as you held your knife above your head for a moment. “Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first and then seek to win… and you fucking pricks seemed to go to war first.”

They didn’t even see you when you threw your knife at the first one, managing to take him down with ease before you grabbed the next, grabbing his shoulders and forcing him into the man beside him; they were sloppy, didn’t calculate anything, and didn’t know what they were up against. As the knife went in, cutting across their skin, you ignored their dying pleas, their cries of agony and begs for mercy that would never come. If you had had the time, you would have told them how shit they were, not just as soldiers, but as a team; easily, you slit their throats and drove your knife into their eyes, pulling it out and letting the blood trickle down from the blade for a moment before moving onto the next. Six of them, one of you, and you managed to slaughter the lot without even thinking twice about it. Breathing heavily when they were all down, bodies surrounding you, a wild look in your eyes as you took a quick glance around; you heard Soap and Alejandro confirm that, on their sides, the enemy had retreated. Yet, you were SAS; you were trained to compete, you could never suffer a defeat. But then Gaz slowly approached, making sure that no other enemies were around before he let his gun rest on his shoulder, and he pulled you into a tight hug. 

“I’m dirty,” you murmured.

“I don’t care,” he whispered. “You’re my husband, and watching you take on six of them… it was kinda hot.”

You chuckled, hugging him tightly as you sniffled and shook your head. “I told you this was nothing like Bastogne.”

Gaz smiled, shaking his head. “Nothing’s gonna be like Bastogne… you okay, baby? They didn’t hurt you, did they?”

“Nah,” you swallowed thickly. “Maybe a couple bruises, a few scrapes here and there, but… nothing much else.” 

He nodded, clearing his throat as he dared to speak over the Comms, “I’ve secured my husband - he’s fine. No injuries.”

“Good, we’ll be there soon,” Price promised. “Just gotta make sure we got the other bastards and no one’s playing dead.”

Pulling away, Gaz dared to look into your eyes as he tilted his head to the side, licking his lips. “You’ve got that wild look again.”

“Can you blame me?” You chuckled. “I don’t think any of those fuckers have ever read Sun Tzu’s The Art of War.”

“But you have,” he pointed out. “And look what happened… no one fucks with my husband and lives to see another day.”

“Unless it’s you,” you joked softly. “You’re allowed to fuck with me as much as you like.”

“I know,” Gaz chuckled, breaking away and leaning into your side when you wrapped your arm around his waist. “Who dares wins, right, baby?”

“That’s right,” you agreed with a grin. “What’d you think? Was that Christian Bale Batman, or Tom Hardy Bane?”

Pretending to think about it for a moment, he easily fell into step beside you as he marched with you back towards where the others were, planning to meet in the middle. “Definitely Tom Hardy Bane - I wouldn’t wanna meet you in a dark alley… wouldn’t wanna meet you in the smoking area of a pub, either… but are you sure they didn’t hurt you? You sure you’re all good?”

“I’m not broken,” you said reassuringly. “Are you?”

“I’m good as new,” Gaz smiled as he nodded. “Thanks to you.”

“Well, maybe we can make it even,” you mused. “Next time some shit kicks off, you can protect me instead.”

“Like Bastogne?”

“Not like that,” you grumbled playfully, shaking your head. “We ain’t doing that again.”

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Vigilant Coffee

Batfamily x Reader Chapters AO3 AN; Wow, I've been gone for two whole weeks without a word. That is totally my bad, guys. If you're by chance wondering why I've been MIA I'm just going to say sickness and seasonal depression and hope that explains enough. lol Nonetheless, my pretties xoxo

8- Ex-DA Harvey Dent

It wasn’t often you ran into some of the most infamous Gotham villains, but when you did they seemed to be pretty chill with you. You didn’t tell Batman where they were, and, in return, they didn’t kill you. And they actually paid for their coffee which was a double win in your book. 

Tonight, though, something interesting had happened. 

After you had sent Robin off with yet another cup of hot cocoa, you were flipping through the pages of your textbook when the bell on the door rang. You didn’t bother to say your usual greeting as you knew it was probably Batman or some other vigilante based on the hour, and you were right that it was Batman. What you hadn’t expected was former DA Harvey Dent, now crimelord Two-Face, with him all tied up. 

It should have rendered you speechless, but you were far too used to the nicely dressed ex-DA showing up at your job by himself that with Batman it seemed no different. He was one of the villains you liked the most as he was always sort-of kind towards you. 

“Hi, Batman. Hi, Mr. Dent,” You said as you turned to pour Batman’s cup of coffee. 

“Hey, kid,” Harvey said, grunting as Batman sat him down at an empty table. “You got any vodka back there? This bastard is givin’ me a headache.”

You giggled. It was his usual joke that had caught you off guard when you first met him. “And you think I would still be up here sober? Not on your life, old man.”

“You hear that Batman? Kids these days have no respect for their elders!” Harvey snickered. 

Batman ignored him and handed you the cash for his coffee. When Two-Face complained about not getting anything, the black leather-wearing sweetheart ordered him a black coffee with cream and two sugars. 

“Goin’ to Arkham or Blackgate this time, Mr. Dent?” You asked as you prepared his drink. 

Harvey leaned back in his chair, looking as if he was thinking about his answer, then said, “I’m thinkin’ they’ll put me in Arkham, hon. Depends if I get a good lawyer or not.”

“Why don’t you ask that other half of yours’ to defend you, Two-Face? I think he might have some experience,” Batman mumbled, a ghost of a smile on his face. 

Two-Face erupted with laughter that echoed off the walls of the coffee house. It sounded different, like a real laugh. He echoed the old, light-hearted DA  you had seen on the Gotham True Crime channels. 

When he calmed, the room got quiet and he mumbled, “Sorry, Batman, but I don’t think he has it in him, anymore.”

You smiled sadly, knowing that it must be torture to have one half of you pulling at the other in some sick endless game of mental tug-of-war. When you handed Batman the drink, he seemed a lot gloomier than when he entered, and it kind of comforted you that there was still a human side to the mythic Dark Knight. 

“I know I’ll see you soon, Mr. Dent,” You said. “Though, I suggest trying to give rehabilitation a shot.”

This time when he laughed, it was nearly demented. “It’s far too late for that, kid.”

[riddle-me-ri]

Riddlers Reacting to Reader Wearing A “TikTok” Dress

A/N: okay so a few things:

1) This was one of my first original ideas for headcanons when I first decided to write fanfics again, so I’m excited to feel confident enough to write it rip (this is also one of the more self indulgent ideas I’ve had so bare with me)

2) Heidi Lavon owns my tiktok, so it’s my job to bless you with her content here’s her in the dress:

3) It’s called the Carmen Dress and it has a $300 price tag on god save queens

4)  As I mentioned this is 100% self indulgent, so sorry for ALL the errors, this idea has been brewing in my mind for months until I couldn’t hide it anymore, so if it reads like rambles…that’s why lol

( Also, I mention it in only one or two headcanons, but ALL these bastards would ask if it comes in green (unfortunately it doesn’t but I’ll be damned if a couple these guys won’t try and make it happen) also this all takes place in private)

Trigger Warnings: heavy suggestiveness (I mean...look at the dress) and strong language (I have a sailor mouth, sorry not sorry)

Batman the Animated Series Riddler:

- Congratulations, you’ve made this goofball speechless

- No literally, man looks like a fish out of water

- Eyes wide, mouth opening and closing. Stuck between catching his breath and trying to form a coherent sentence. 

- Oh God, you’re walking closer to him?!

- The man’s face is as red as a tomato and he’s as hot to the touch as a furnace

- He’s finally able to start rambling off compliments

- You’re stunning, ravishing, gorgeous, enchanting…

- He’s a chuckling mess as you wrap yourself around him

- Becomes speechless again as he realizes just how little you’re actually wearing

- Your body is at the mercy of this measly fabric

- It takes him a minute, but he gets his suavity back once the surprise wears off

- You are beautiful there was never any doubts about that, but now that you’ve teased him he wants to see all of you

Capullo/Zero Year Riddler:

- Well, hellloooo~~

- The fuck you’ve been hiding this piece for?

- He absolutely loves what’s going on in the front, straight up licking his lips.

- The back could use some work though, not nearly as revealing as it could be

- You better hold this dress close to you, he’s not opposed to making some “alterations”

- Does it come in green? 

- Adores showing you off in it, look how hot my partner is! 

- He appreciates the piece, it accentuates everything he loves about you, and can love a good tease

- But he also thinks you just being in your underwear would suffice

- Or really nothing at all

- (wait omg are you commando right now in the dress?)

- Ow, don’t hit him that hurt!

The War of Jokes and Riddles (twojar) Riddler:

- Oh shit

- Sexy and sophisticated, he’s here for it!

- Reveals just enough to be enticing but hides the right amount to tease

- His hands are instantly caressing the sheer parts of the dress

- He’s already mapping out what the dress shows so he’s sure to leave hickeys later (or right now)

- Also asks if it comes in green, possessive buff leprechaun prick.

- If you mention there are similar dresses available in different varieties, he’s all here for it.

- Like, babe, you have his card and bank information, you don’t need to ask (you didn’t when you bought this dress, so what the hell?)

- Will absolutely show you off to literally anyone and everyone, so better not be shy! 

- They can look but if they even try to touch they’re dead.

Gotham City Sirens Riddler:

- Another connoisseur of the sexy and sophisticated look the dress provides. 

- He’s a proud grinning bastard

- Inquires where you got the dress and just how long were you going to keep this a secret from him

- Oh you’re just trying it on?

- Let him help you take it off~

- What? He’s being a gentlemen! He is reformed you know. 

- (but not in that category)

- Hands are immediately on you and show no sign of pulling them away

- Fingers running along the track of black fabric on your back

- If you’re his assistant at his private investigator firm, he is debating possibly changing your dress code

- Too much? Yes, you’re probably right, this view is for his eyes only

- Maybe you two could set up a private visit to his office though, hm?

Dano Riddler:

- He’s stunned

- Frozen like a deer in headlights

- His brain is short-circuiting between how gorgeous you look but also how the dress is even like fitting right now?

- How is it even on your body? Wait that’s sheer material? He thought that was just skin

- His face blooms in a bright red when you invite him to touch the material so he can feel it. 

- Eyes constantly raking over your form up and down, up and down.

- When he finally finds the strength to go up to you and touch you, he’s gone.

- Roaming his hands up and down, all around your body. 

- He’s absolutely breathless, constantly taking sharp inhales every once in awhile

- He’s just in awe, he already thinks you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, but you were able to surprise him yet again.

- No one else is allowed to see you in this but him, he wants this to just be for him (and you’re more than happy to oblige) 

- (suck it, bruce wayne! My partner is more gorgeous than any of your flings!) 

Gotham Riddler:

- Oh hello there~ (calm down obi wan)

- His eyes are wide to saucers and his mouth falls open

- But only for a second, before he’s absolutely grinning like a cat that caught the canary

- He walks up to you, his full attention on you. 

- Warm brown eyes scanning your figure up and down, almost like a predator to prey

- But the way you look is absolutely killing him in the best way

- He’s committing this image to his mind, you know he has a photographic memory

- He genuinely thought with his times at GCPD and his experiences as the Riddler, he’s seen it all

- Like Dano Riddler, he’s quite impressed with how you manage to surprise him with your beauty, yet again.

Arkhamverse Riddler:

- Deadass did a double take.

- He walked past you, barely giving you a glance (like usual), but he must’ve seen your lack of clothing in his peripheral.

- What’re you trying to do? Distract him? You know how much that frustrates him!

- Once the haze of annoyance he’s usually in goes away as he takes in the rest of the dress…

- The man’s a stuttering puddle. 

- “W-W-What are you wearing? I-It’s not even a dress! N-No! I…I do like it..”

- You give him a small 360 twirl so he can get a full view.

- You can’t help but grin at the sharp gasp of air he took and tried to hide.

- Man is struggling, quick wrap your arms around him, his bravado is DOWN

- His tired eyes have glossed over and he’s absolutely puddy in your hands

- Once his brain starts sparking again, he shucks off his gloves so his rough hands can touch your soft skin. 

- He gasps again at just how little is hidden and how thin the material is.

- Stunning, radiant, gorgeous…so many words but they fall short as you take his breath away

- Congrats, you’ve done something even the Bat has never done…rendered Edward Nygma absolutely speechless

Telltale Riddler:

- This ornery asshole.

- He’ll rake his eyes over you and give you a little “hmph”

- He’ll shrug it off, he doesn’t see the reason for it when you can just parade around in your underwear and get the same reaction

- But don’t let it fool you, he is absolutely warming up and “getting” up as you saunter around the room

- He does appreciate the cheekiness of the dress, revealing just the right amount to make you still wonder

- He’ll keep up his indifferent front for as long as he can.

- Until you straddle the puzzle grandpa. 

- He has no choice but to appreciate it now, how what little fabric hugs your skin, and just how little you’re actually wearing

- Just don’t tell him the price tag, sweetheart, he’ll have an absolute boomer fit.

- ($300? You can just walk around the lair naked for free?!)

Young Justice Riddler:

- Uhh, yeah no he’s dead.

- Congrats you’ve killed him without laying a finger on him

- Shaking him might work…

- Once he’s conscious, he’s still sort of brain dead. 

- His lisp and stutters are amplified to the -nth degree

- He’s not even making words at this point. 

- You’ve broken him, way to go

- You try to reach out for him and talk to him

- Poor baby will literally scurry away

- H-he doesn’t deserve this, to see you dressed like this, looking so stunning

- W-what do you mean you’re wearing this for him?

- He barely feels worthy to kiss you, hold you, see you in a bikini/swimwear

- But this?? Really?

- It’s going to take him a minute, but once the initial shock is over, he’ll warm up to touching you and interacting with you in the dress

- He is torn between asking you to wear this only for his eyes or wear it when y’all go out

- Like he wants to show you off so he can see the gorgeous partner he pulled, but also like doesn’t want you to garner any unwanted attention (n-not that he wouldn’t protect you..but..like…you’ve seen him)

[imagine--if]

Dating Edward Nashton/Riddler Would Include:

Pairing: Dano!Riddler x reader (The Batman 2022)

Warnings: The Batman Spoilers? Mentions of killing and villainous action hehe

A/N: My requests are open for more Riddler imagines/hcs 😄 the guidelines link is here. Be sure to send in requests and follow me and stuff 🙃 I legit nearly finished writing a fluff alphabet for Eddie yesterday and it just DELETED from my drafts 😡😭 so that was painful. Still wrote this anyways tho 🖤

• Lol where do I even start with this guy

• You'd meet him either in Arkham or somewhere like the diner he goes to

• You're the kind of person that's not afraid to get your hands dirty and isn't a stranger to the crime and killing in Gotham

• Eddie's quite a quiet guy, something no one would think anything of until he actually talks and that streak of insanity and chaos is laced in his words and in his eyes

• Needless to say, he was spellbound when he saw you

• Like??? You're so pretty and intelligent and observant and his dream partner hefkabfdfsv

• He may do some light stalking, since he's too shy to initiate anything, so it may be you who makes the first proper move

• After a few conversations and stuff, you'll be seeing a lot of him

• Probably hearing a lot of random riddles which he's ecstatic about when you get them right

• Still, he doesn't want to put you in danger with his Riddler world, but doesn't want to start a relationship where it's hidden until you ultimately find out and are hurt and stuff

• If you meet in Arkham, you'll know anyway, and he'll admire your determination and skills and power that got you there in the first place

• If not, he'd be somewhat nervous to admit it for fear of it driving you away, but it does nothing of the sort

• Once it's out in the open and he realises you accept it and like it and are willing to either be his partner in crime or in the background of things, he's so relieved and you two are inseparable. He's not giving you up anytime soon

• What he feels when he's with you is something he never really felt in all those awful years at the orphanage and being invisible to the world

• You're an ethereal being to him, and he doesn't know what the hecc he did to deserve you

• He's a fairly clingy man, affectionately and by wanting to make sure you're protected, so he'll come running if you need anything

• Expect to be in a crap ton of his streams and videos on social media, showing you off in your own villain persona disguise (if you have/want one)

• If you don't want to be then that's fine ofc

• I feel like loads of riddles about love and angels and beauty are gonna be thrown at his victims, and instead of accepting the actual answer it'll be your name 🖤

• You're the only one who can calm him down when he's screaming and getting hysterics over something, just by your presence or hugs and stuff

• Man's whipped 😂💕

• Ed getting introduced to hugs and cuddles and kisses is new for him, since he was never shown that attention and love, but after a little while of getting used to it he can't get enough

• Seriously

• He's a very affectionate guy and loves everything about you, because he be a simp

• God help anyone who tries to hurt or capture you

• He'll go absolutely mad and won't stop until you're safe and they're dealt with brutally

• You're crying? So's he

• I can just imagine there being some bleeding victim taped up in front of him, with only three chances (riddles) to live, and you're standing in front of him with his arms wrapped around you, his chin resting on your shoulder or head while he absentmindedly draws lazy patterns onto the skin of your arms or playing with your hair gently

• Complete power couple

• Aka, one of the GCPD and Batman's biggest problems

• I think I'm done 😎

• Eddie's such a soft, beautiful guy that's totally in love and MuSt Be PrOtEcTeD aT aLl CoStS

• Mkay now I'm done 💕

[ellabxrnes]

All in good time, my love.

Pairing: Terry McGinnis x Reader

Summary: Requested by @dragodragonborn "A bit different I guess, but I'd like to see a Terry McGinnis batman beyond x reader where maybe they meet during a fight and she's just a civilian that's stuck in the middle of it. He rescues her and they escape in the flying batmobile. Maybe it goes a few days where they meet occasionally and grow feelings for each other maybe leading to smut. If you would rather it be more toned down that's fine too."

Warnings: None.

A/N: Sorry it's taken so long. Life is getting busy. Change is ensuing. Thinking about writing a part 2 with smut... which I have never written before, lol

"It's nice to see you again," said the voice behind you. You turned around and spotted him, Batman. It seemed as though you two had been running into each other more and more. You always wondered if it was pure coincidence or if he kept tabs on you- for what reason, you didn't know. 

"I'd like to say that you scared me, but I have gotten quite used to you greeting me after work," you say, the door to the cafe you worked at shutting behind you, leaving the alley nearly too dark for your eyes. You dig through your purse, looking for your car keys, noticing footsteps grow closer to you. You turn around and stare at the large, masked man. "Are you following me?"

You notice a smile forming on his lips while he shakes his head. "Now, why would I be following you?" 

You two are now walking side by side to your car. "I don't know. I'm thankful. I mean, if you are watching me. I really wouldn't enjoy a repeat of the first time we met. " It had been a bad night to open the door to the alley; you weren't anticipating for two men to be standing and waiting to cause some trouble. It wasn't all bad, though; you'd got a ride in the 'flying batmobile.' 

"I don't want that either." He reaches for the door on your car, opening it so you can get in. You bend down to put your purse in the passenger seat. 

"You'll never understand how much I appreciate you." You admit. "Well- how much Gotham as a whole..."

"You don't have to thank me," he said just before closing the car door, but you stopped him. 

"I want to keep seeing you. And not just lurking in the shadows of an alley, I want to get to know you. I want to understand this" you motion towards his suit.

"All in good time, my love."

[writingdumpster]

Hii I love your writing!! Was wondering if you could try one with a synopsis where the reader is Jim Gordon's daughter or something and her and bruce first meet at the station . Jim doesnt want his daughter to meet batman becuase his really protective but then they meet anyways and it's like awkward and cute .. lol sorry I'm bad at requesting and stuff it's new to me 😀😂

pairing: Bruce Wayne! x Gordon!reader

warnings: nicotine consumption (cigarette)

word count: 1,450

masterlist

Your dad had been pulling long hours to handle the fallout of the Riddler’s work. He was expected to be promoted to police commissioner now that the job was open. Until then, he was spending his nights at the station, sitting alone in his office as he worked to solve all the problems the city faced. You happened to get off work late that night as well. Your office had faced its own challenges in the aftermath of the Riddler’s attacks. You went and picked up some take out and then headed over to the police station, knowing your father would still be there. You used your father’s code to get past the security system and headed into your dad’s office. When he heard your footsteps he turned his head up to look at you.

“Hey, Dad,” you greeted. “Brought Chinese,” you said, raising the bag in your hand to show him the food. He smiled at you.

“You shouldn’t have come. I’ve still got a lot of work to do,” he said, though his tone told you he was glad to see you.

“I had a long day too. I wanted to see you,” you said. You and your father had always been close. Most people grow out of the phase where their dad is their hero, but you never did. Your father never gave you a reason to. You placed the Chinese food on the small amount of empty space on your dad’s desk and took a seat in one of the chairs that sat in front of his desk.

“How was work?” Your dad asked you.

“It wasn’t too bad. My boss just assigned–Dad?” You called out to him. His attention was on something at the door. You turned around to see a dark figure standing in the doorway. Your heartbeat rose as the figure stepped forward until the low lights in your father’s office showed who he was. Or at least the person that he showed to the world. It was the Batman, standing stoically in the door.

“Who is she?” Batman’s voice was low and gravelly and it sent a shiver down your spine.

“My daughter,” your father said. “Y/N, go wait in the conference room,” your father ordered you.

“She can stay,” Batman said. Both you and your father were surprised by this. Your father didn’t tell you much about his relationship with the Batman, most of what you knew about him was from the news, like all the other residents of Gotham City. Despite the secrecy, your father had made it clear to you that Batman was a deeply mistrusting person.

“No, she can’t. I don’t want her involved in any of this,” your father said.

“Really, Dad?” You protested. You were nearly 30, you were tired of your father treating you like a child.

“Yes,” your father said. “Go on.” You huffed in annoyance and headed out the door. Instead of waiting in the conference room you decided to go out in the back to have a cigarette. You leaned up against the brick wall of the police station. You pulled a cigarette from the pack in your pocket and took one in between your lips. You pulled a lighter out and flicked it, lighting your cigarette. You took a long drag before blowing a long stream of smoke into the air above you. The door you’d left the station from opened and you watched as the Batman left the building, heading towards a motorcycle that was parked a couple yards down.

“Leaving so soon?” You called out. Batman stopped in his tracks. He turned around to face you.

“You’re Gordon’s daughter?” He asked. You nodded.

“He never talks about you,” you said. “You’ve become quite the mystery to me,” you said. You took another short drag on your cigarette.

“He tells me about you all the time,” Batman said. “I’m sure he just wants to keep you safe.” His voice was so deep, the sound of it drawing butterflies to your stomach.

“What does he say about me?” You asked. Batman paused. You took one last drag before dropping the cigarette to the ground and extinguishing it with your shoe. You pushed yourself off the wall and started slowly approaching Batman.

“He says he trusts me because he thinks you’re safer when I’m out. He says you’re the reason he helps me,” Batman said. You weren’t surprised. Your father did everything he did for you and your mother. It wasn’t a big shock that the biggest risk in his life was motivated by love for you.

“Seems like you owe me a ‘thank you,’” you said. There was only about one foot of space separating the two of you. He was taller than you and you had to tip your head upwards to meet his eyes. You could see that his eyes were an icy blue color from this distance. They shone brightly, surrounded by black makeup that hid his skin around the eye holes in the cowl. Batman looked into your eyes, silent as he considered what to say.

“Thank you,” he said quietly. He turned to get on his motorcycle.

“Does he know who you are?” You asked. “He tells me he doesn’t, but I know he wouldn’t even if he did.” Batman didn’t respond. He looked slightly over his shoulder but didn’t turn to face you again. You kept talking. “I know how much danger he would be in if he knew. I just want to know he’s safe,” you said.

“He doesn’t know. He’s safe. And so are you,” Batman said.

“Yeah? Do you keep an eye on me for my dad?” You asked. Batman turned back to look at you.

“I did that for me. I didn’t know you were his daughter before,” he said. Your expression washed over with confusion. “I just saw you at the station a few times,” he said. A small smile spread across your face. You took a short step forward and leaned towards Batman’s body till you were only inches apart. He looked down at you, the pointed nose of his cowl just barely brushing your nose.

“You were watching over me just because you saw me a few times? Did you see something you liked?” You asked. You saw a blush rise to Batman’s exposed cheeks You raised your hand to his neck, leaning up on your toes to kiss him.

“We can’t,” Batman said. “Like you said, it’s dangerous.” You stopped, but didn’t lean away.

“We’re young. We can handle being a little reckless,” you said. You leaned up further and just as you pushed your lips against his, the door behind you opened and you felt a hand on your shoulder. Your father had appeared in the alley and pulled you away from Batman.

“Get back inside, y/n,” your father said.

“Dad, it’s fine–” you started to argue.

“Inside,” he ordered you. “Stay away from her,” your dad said to Batman before pushing you into the station. It was a bit awkward as you ate dinner, but you managed to enjoy the night. When you left the station and started on your way home you only got a few blocks down before someone appeared from the shadows. Your heartbeat quickened for a moment in fear, but when the person came into the light, the fear washed away.

“You’re lucky I left my pepper spray at home,” you said. A smirk rose onto Batman’s lips and you thought how much you’d like to see his whole face as he smiled. He approached you so once again you found yourselves chest to chest. He took your hand and placed a piece of paper into it. You glanced down and saw it was a phone number.

“In case you feel like being reckless.” You were entranced by the sound of his voice. You thought of how sad it would be if you didn’t get to hear it again. Before you could think of anything to say, Batman pressed his lips against yours. This kiss was stronger than the first one that had been interrupted. His lips were dry and cold, but you didn’t mind as he slid his tongue into your mouth briefly. You raised your arms to grip Batman’s padded shoulders and pull him closer, but he pulled away suddenly. He took your hand in his and raised it to his lips, kissing your knuckles softly.

“You’re not going to walk me home?” You asked.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be safe,” he said.

“I might be lonely,” you replied. He considered your words before the smirk you’d seen before rose gradually across his lips.

“My motorcycle is two blocks down.”

[get-your-fics]

Okay so! For your joker request thing!!!! My time has come!!!!! I once read this freaking fantastic fic on a website long gone and I’ve tried to find it ever since but essentially reader was an actress in Gotham schmoozed at a party with Bruce who she was kind of dating but not really into since she thought he was a rich playboy etc etc and walks home and gets kidnapped by the joker and forgive me this has been literal years but there’s some non con some Stockholm syndrome going on after being kidnapped and then she’s kind of torn between joker and Bruce both after getting to know Bruce better she kind of actually likes him but finds herself still drawn to the joker and at one point Joker carves his name into her thigh with a knife and like clearly if that’s not what you’re into whatevs I just wanted to help with getting creative juices flowing with the concept! I feel bad that it’s from an old fic from a dead website I can’t find anywhere but the concept is good and you asked for ideas and here it is ! Also zero pressure if this isn’t at all your thing just thought I’d send it in!

Your Switchblade Smile and Your Battle Wound Scars

Pairing: Keoghan!Joker x reader

Word count: 768

Warnings: Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, violence, blood kink, allusion to non-con

A/N: the part where he carves his name into her thigh was actually what i was most inspired by from this lol, so i decided to write my interpretation of that. thanks for the idea!

“Good news, pudding.” He snuck up behind you, placing his hands on your shoulders. “Today’s the day I set you free.”

You whined at that, shifting against the rope binding you to your chair. Weeks ago, you would’ve been thrilled at his announcement, but now it only made you scared. You’d grown so used to the dark, to the restraints holding you down like an embrace. What would you do without them, when he threw you back into the chaotic world on wobbly legs like a newborn fawn, round doe eyes wide the same way he’d found you?

What would you do without him to guide you through it, the way he had since he’d taken you?

He chuckled at your distress. “Don’t worry, dear. It won’t be forever.” He rounded the chair to stand in front of you, taking up the whole of your vision. “But I need to send a message to Batman. I need him to see what I’ve done to you.” He brushed his fingertips along your cheek in a strangely soft caress, tilting your face up to look at him. “How I’ve shaped and molded you in my image.”

You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes. He retracted his hand, and your eyes shot open. You tried to follow him, but the rope held you back. His eyes raked over you from head to toe. The dim overhead light cast grim shadows across his face. Before, you would’ve found him menacing, but now you were only comforted by his presence.

“How about I leave you something to remember me by in our short time apart?” He whipped out a switchblade, the light glinting off of the sharp edge.

You barely even flinched. After everything he’d done to you during your stay with him, a knife paled in comparison. Besides, you trusted him now. Any pain he caused you would only be for your benefit, even if you couldn’t see the bigger picture the way he did.

He got down on his knees in front of you, pushing up the hem of your shorts higher on your leg. You spread your legs wider, giving him easy access to wherever he wanted.

He looked up at you and grinned at your compliance. “This will only hurt a little bit.” Then, he brought the knife down on your leg.

You squeezed your eyes shut as white hot pain burst through your leg, setting your nerve endings on fire. You gritted your teeth to keep your screams in, nearly biting your tongue off in the process. Your hands scrabbled at the arms of the chair, and your nails scratched at the metal. The rope dug further into your wrists, chafing and rubbing the skin raw.

“Stay still.” His tone was soothing, a stark contrast to the pain he was inflicting on you. “It’ll be over soon."

Your head started to swim, your vision going blurry as you teetered on the edge of consciousness. In the very back of your mind, there was a voice that sounded a lot like yours screaming at you that this was wrong, that this shouldn't be happening.

“Stay with me.” You could hear him over the ringing in your ears. You thought he slapped you, but you were too out of it to be sure.

You pushed the voice down and focused on your breathing, drawing in deep breaths before exhaling through your mouth. Your chest rose and fell at an even pace. He was testing you, breaking you to see how strong you were. You couldn’t let him down.

When your vision cleared, he was done. You stared down at your leg. Carved along the entirety of your inner thigh, stretching from your knee almost to your crotch, was the name ‘Joker.’ Your entire leg throbbed as blood trickled from the crude lines down your skin and pooled on the seat beneath you.

He cackled, his high-pitched laughter filling your ears and echoing in your head. There was a boyish, almost childlike sense of glee in his eyes. “Now you’re stuck with me forever, sweetheart. There’s no getting rid of me now."

You sat up a little straighter, proud that you were the reason he was happy. He lowered his head and swiped his tongue along the cuts, reigniting the sting in your leg. When he looked up at you, your blood coated his lips a bright crimson, and he licked it away.

“You were so good for me.” He settled in between your legs, his hands creeping towards the apex of your thighs. “I think you deserve a reward."

[honey-im-hotdog]

Big Ol’ Batsy II

Batman x reader 

Author’s Note: After nearly a year, lads, the much worse and not-so-awaited: part two!! Look I’m gonna be honest here, this sucks. Idk how but the reader ended up being quirky…I’m not like this in real life, I just like the pairing of stoic+serious with the Hot Mess™️. Let’s pretend “damsel in distress” is gn for this fic, I couldn’t find a gn version (google told me Distressed Dudes is the male version and I simply cannot take that seriously). 

As always, reader is supposed to be gn+vague, so if you catch any mistakes related to that please let me know. 

Words: 1.9k  

Warnings: I think the tense is all fucked up? Bad words; me trying to figure out how many names I can use for Batman; I’M ASEXUAL IS THIS WHAT SEXUAL ATTRACTION LOOKS LIKE LOL???????; minors please dni; quirky reader(? If you read the first part this shouldn’t be that new to you though); a tiny height thing (I’m going off my strong belief that he wears heels to look taller and be more menacing, so add heels to 6′4 or whatever his height is. I’m sorry if you’re around his height, just imagine TALL ASS heels lol); ✨b a d✨ :)

Summary: Second meeting with the Bat—maybe being in an enclosed space with someone so scary yet somehow hot should be illegal for you?

Series Masterlist — Masterpost

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Yes, yes you know, don’t walk alone at night, especially in Gotham. But it’s not entirely your fault, you had to cover a coworker’s shift after she got a call from her son’s school. And it's not like you traveled home unprepared—whether it be at night or in broad daylight (it is Gotham afterall). A little while ago you had purchased a small knife, which you were holding onto tightly right now.

You're almost home anyway, just by the alleyway next to your building. Right when you reach the midpoint between the two buildings, someone comes slamming into the side of your apartment building, scaring the absolute shit out of you. Your scream is cut short by someone slapping their hand over your mouth and pulling you into the darkness; the other arm wrapping around you to grasp your wrist, preventing you from causing damage.

You swear you almost wet your pants right there. So much good the knife turned out to be, you think bitterly.

Your back is flush against something hard, not a wall since the hard thing is moving. Breathing, you realize. Which you’ve stopped doing.

“Shh, I'm not going to hurt you,” you hear a gravelly voice whisper behind you, placing the familiar voice instantly. “I’m going to let you go now, don't scream.” The arm coiled around your midsection and wrist loosens, and the other hand disappears from your mouth—you're trying not to think of how gross that is, who knows where that hand has been. As soon as you're free, you quickly step away, spin around, and barely manage to catch yourself from stumbling over your own feet.

Never did you ever think you'd meet Gotham’s infamous Bat, much less be face-to-face with him twice. It’s been just over a month since he first broke into your place. Ever since, you couldn’t stop thinking of him, your mind supplying you with stupid daydreams. Now, you don’t mean to be the “damsel in distress” type, but he’s the literal embodiment of “tall, dark, and mysterious,” so really, who’s gonna blame you for having loose principles? Plus daydreaming has proven to pass the time quite pleasantly during slow hours of work.

“What the actual fuck?! Ar-are you trying to give me a fucking heart attack?! You can’t just do that!” You try to keep your voice down, but seriously how are you supposed to react calmly to a situation like this? “Is there a rule somewhere that every time you meet me, y-you just have to scare me shitless?!” Your arms and hands are waving around aggressively—almost comically so—fingers clenching around air and the knife as if it was his neck you’re wrangling instead.

He stays silent but you can feel the confusion flow off of his body, and it makes you sober up a little from the fear rushing in your veins.

Once wild arms are now pressed against your front, free fingers twisting the hem of your sleeve nervously. “You, uh, you broke into my apartment a month ago,” you vaguely point up at your building. “You were hiding from some g-guys. I broke my glass of water—which, by the way, I ended up nicking my finger, so, uh, thanks a lot for that.” At this point you’re not even looking at him, he really accomplishes his goal to look menacing.

Again, you receive no verbal reply. Instead he bends down and grabs your bag; you didn’t even notice you dropped it in the first place. When he steps closer to you to hand you the bag, the street light illuminates part of his body.

You reach out with a shaky hand but stop just short of touching your bag. The fabric of his sleeve had shifted up his arm, leaving his wrist and a bit of his forearm exposed.

“You’re, uh, you’re bleeding.” You almost move to grab his arm but he pulls away slightly. You look up at his cowl-covered face.

“It’s nothing, don’t worry.”  

You let out a sigh, “Come on, you take care of the city every night, let one of us take care of you for a change.” You grab your bag out of his hand, tuck the knife in safely, and start walking backwards towards the fire escape. When you realize he probably isn’t going to move still, you sigh once again, “If you keep going on with an injured hand all night—as the night is still young and I’m pretty sure you do this shebang until the morning—you’ll just hurt yourself further and it’ll hinder you from your extracurricular activities.” You can’t keep the sarcasm out of your voice, the guy is the most stubborn person you’ve ever met! “It’ll only take like ten minutes tops, then you can go on all night without worrying about your hand too much.”

He seems to be debating whether he should take you up on your offer or not. After a couple minutes when it seems like he’s just gonna ignore you, he relaxes his shoulders and sends a slight nod your way.

“All right.”

You stay where you are for a second. Did the Dark Knight just agree to let you help him?!

You pull yourself out of your stupor and start climbing the fire escape. It’s not until you reach your window that you notice you never actually heard him climbing up behind you. A part of you figures he would be quiet, he’s basically a ninja, isn’t he? But before you can turn around to make sure he did follow you and didn’t just lie to get you to leave him alone, something big and dark lands next to you, startling you enough to almost send you flying backwards into the railing .

“What the fuck! Again?! Can’t you do one thing normally?” You whisper-yell at him, index finger aggressively slicing through the air, wanting nothing more than to beat him with a stick right now.

“It was faster,” is the simple reply you get in return, though you swear there’s a tiny hint of amusement in his modulated voice. He gestures for you to open the window and step in, as if you didn’t almost fall over the rusty, black railing and to the dirty Gotham alley several stories below.

Your eyes widen, this fucker! Would it kill him to not be an ass for one second?

Nevertheless, you do as he indicates. It’s probably not safe for you to be out in the open with Gotham’s Vigilante anyway.

“Come on, the bathroom is this way. We’ll patch you up in there.” There is no way you’re letting him out of your sight, what if this is just a big, vivid, fever dream. Batman in your apartment? Again? What are the chances?

Once the two of you step into the bathroom, you realize a slight issue. This guy is fucking huge. Massive. Especially in your small bathroom.

“Uh, okay. Step over here,” you point to your left, “and, uh, sit on the toilet. And I’ll just, uh, go this way.” Amidst your intricate dance of side-stepping, twisting, and turning, you end up against the wall, chest-to-chest with him—well as chest-to-chest as you can get with someone this tall (you swear his boots have heels in them or something, there’s no way anyone can be this tall, not that the ears help any).

The second thing you notice is how pretty his mouth is. Weird thing to notice, sure, but the curves of his jaw and the kissable quality of his lips make it hard to look away. Doesn't help that lately, you’ve spent the better parts of your free time thinking about what kissing him would feel like. Now seeing them up front, you really want to lean in. He’s so close, it seems entirely too possible.

The feeling of his hands on your shoulders pulls your eyes up to his white screen-covered ones. You wonder what color his eyes are. He wordlessly slides his body to your left, slipping away from you with grace that shouldn’t be possessed by someone of his build.

Fuck, he totally saw me checking out his mouth! I probably just made him so uncomfortable! Good job you idiot, way to fucking go.

You quickly get to taking out your first aid kit. Living in Gotham, you made sure to have a good first aid kit at home (and a smaller one in your bag), along with asking your neighbor, Matthew, who’s a nurse, for basic lessons. Medical bills are something you’d like to avoid if possible (“Better a mildly expensive first aid kit than hospital bills,” you always told Matthew); knowing this godforsaken city though, getting an injury isn’t that avoidable, so you knew you would need it one day. Just not on Batman!

“Okay, I’m gonna need you to ta—” you’re cut off by a clicking sound and his hand stretches out towards you. “Oh, cool. Thanks.”

You quickly get to work. It’s not too bad of an injury, but one that could have easily gotten infected if he had gone on waltzing with the city’s finest without treatment. You try your best to focus solely on the job at hand (no pun intended), but the big, black blob of him in your stark white bathroom is highly distracting. He didn’t even flinch when you cleaned the cut. What is he thinking? Is he okay? Is he hurt anywhere else? Will he really do this until the morning? When does he sleep? What would it be like to sleep with him? Oh-kay! Wow! That’s probably enough, jeez!  

“All right, you’re uh,” you clear your throat and start picking up your kit to give yourself something to do so you don’t embarrass yourself in front of him, “you’re all good now. Just try to keep it covered and don’t let the bandage come undone.” You flash an awkward smile towards him, reaching for the bloodied trash to throw away. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna sell these on the black market or anything,” you attempt at a lame joke, but when you catch his shadow against the shower door, you realize that that was the dumbest thing you could have said and quickly try backtracking. “I-If you want, though, I can pack it up for you?”

He stares at you for a solid couple seconds while you struggle to even look in his direction. Mission ‘Don’t Make a Fool Out of Yourself’: Failed.

“That won’t be necessary.” Though it’s probably not possible, you swear you can hear judgment laced in his gravelly voice. You throw him yet another awkward smile and turn toward the door.

“All righty.”

As if it was a literal escape from the uncomfortable situation you put yourself in, you hurriedly migrate from the bathroom to your slightly bigger living room. The whole time you fight the urge to fidget with your fingers. Once you stand just beside the fire escape window—the one he has now traveled through three times, you remind yourself—you spin around to face him. This time you decide to let him speak first.

Silently, his shadowed figure crosses the room. He slides the window open and spares you a quiet, “Don’t walk alone at night,” before he’s swishing out of your apartment and into the black night. Anyone else would have rushed to look outside to see if they could spot the infamous man flying away. You, though, are too busy processing the fact that this grown ass man lacked the basic human decency to thank you after you went through all that trouble to help him.

What an utter dick. 

[davidlcki]

Babes it’s me again hihi 🫶🏻

This randomly hit me when I saw your profile pic lol I love it: being friends with Bruce but secretly being a villain and him going all soft for you, not wanting it to be true but knowing all along. Smth like “stop this. I know you’re not like this” 😫

DUDE! THANK YOU! YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY COMING IN CLUTCH WITH THESE REQUESTS. I LOVE YOU YOU GENIUS 🫶

all along

pairing: pattinson bruce wayne/ reader

warnings: mild cursing, movie typical violence, bruce in pain. (i think that’s it!!)

words: 1,297

you had known bruce for a long time. long before he was batman and long before you became who you were today. although you two became very good friends, the two of you went very different routes. you were an orphan just like bruce, but you didn’t exactly have money. you lived in the orphanage until it lost its funding, then proceeding to live out most of your teenage years on the streets, which were very rough on you. since then you’ve been angry at the world, it never treated you with kindness, and you swore you’d get revenge on those who deserved it. that’s when you met bruce, and alfred decided to take you in, letting you live in the mansion alongside them. you were there for the creation of batman, but you didn’t agree with how bruce went about things. you didn’t let him know this of course, but you thought those thugs and criminals out there deserved nothing less than death. so, you trained yourself, going out on your own and ending the bastards yourself.

one night in particular, you came home after a night out. it must have been 3 am as you crept through the mansion doors, nearly jumping out of your skin as you’re met with bruce standing before you. as you came into the light, bruce’s stern features softened at the sight of you. he was planning on asking you about his suspicions, but it was now the last thing on his mind. you were covered in blood, and your face and body were littered with bruises.

“Y/N?” bruce’s voice was soft, worried.

“i uh, what are you doing up bruce?” you ask, tilting your head away as he walks up to you carefully. you were lucky you had tucked your suit away into your bag before coming in. now you stood in a white cropped tank top and workout leggings. he brought his hands up to your arms before leaning his face in close to yours, examining the damage.

“what the hell happened.” bruce carefully brushes your hair back before deciding to pull you off to the kitchen where he could clean you up a little.

“got in a bad bar fight. i’m alright bruce, you should see the other girl” you lie, giving a little laugh. bruce looked at you blankly, he saw right through you, but decided to keep quiet and instead tend to your wounds.

“i really wish you’d be more careful. i care about you, a lot, Y/N” bruce stops and looks dead at you. you felt your stomach twist at the genuineness in his words. his eyes were soft, and pleading as he looked into your weirdly cold ones. had your eyes always looked like this?

you didn’t know what to say, so instead you pulled him by the shoulders to your lips. his kisses were desperate, his body engulfing yours as your hands find his hair. bruce was making noises that could make you go weak, noises you most certainly have never heard from him before. suddenly, you pull away from his lips. bruce gives you a look of ‘did i do something wrong?’ as he catches his breath, his eyes half lidded.

“i don’t need you to worry about me, bruce. i can handle myself. i promise.” you were almost begging the man. you knew he had an idea of what was going on, and you also knew he wouldn’t be able to leave something like this alone. instead of responding, bruce seems to tug you impossibly closer by your hips, reconnecting his lips with yours. how long would this moment of bliss last before things went to shit?

not even a week had gone by. probably 5 days since the two of you shared that kiss. on this night, you had found a very well known criminal in gotham. upon capturing him, you decided to drag him to the top of a deserted building, where you could end his life. before you could speak a single word to the now terrified criminal, you heard a voice.

“Y/N” bruce’s rough voice rung out into the night air of gotham. quickly, you turn around, freezing as you stare at him. from the pained look in his eyes, you could tell he knew for a long time.

“bruce. just go. this isn’t any of your business.” you look up at him as he walks over to you slowly, the frown on his face growing as his suspicions were confirmed. you were the villain he had known you were. you look away, it suddenly felt like your heart was being squeezed. it was much easier to do this when you thought bruce had been more clueless. bruce’s hand finds your chin, gently pulling you to look at him.

“stop this. i know you’re not like this.” bruce sounded desperate as he spoke from his heart. he didn’t want to have to go against you. slowly, you snake your hands up his chest and to his face to cradle his cheeks. you stand on your tippy toes, smashing your lips against his. he kisses back without hesitation, and when you pulled away he tried to lean forward for more, before finally getting the hint and pulling back with a shaky breath.

“go. please.” you plead with bruce, but you knew he couldn’t. not with the way his eyes were flickering between you and the criminal who was half conscious on the floor. he gives you that look, and you knew things were going to be different. with an inhale, you sweep his legs out from under him. he was quick to get back up before you could pounce on him, grabbing your shoulders and pressing you harshly against the wall. a shocked noise that you could only describe as a moan leaves you lips, followed by a laugh. it’s all you could do, laugh at the situation before you. it began to rain, and you could feel his shaky breath fanning over your face as he looked down at you. you could tell he didn’t want to do this. unfortunately, that was his weakness. using all your might, you push off the wall and send a kick to his chest that sends him landing on his back. before he could get up this time you were on top of him, your knee pressing down to his neck. he gasps, hands grabbing your leg, but he dosent fight back. if you wanted to, bruce would let you kill him. he didn’t want to hurt you.

“Y/N, plea..se don…don’t do this. you’re… bet…ter than this” bruce’s voice was strained as he pleaded with you in between gasps for air. his grip on your thigh tightens, but you don’t budge.

“this city was never good to me. never good to us. these pieces of shit on the street, hell, even the politicians, no NOT deserve life. they deserve to feel what i, and so many others have felt. i died a long time ago, bruce, and i plan on returning the favor. i’m sorry, but i don’t plan on stopping. i love you, so please, PLEASE stay out of my way.” you didn’t notice the tears that were rolling down your red cheeks as you released your knee from his neck and turned to leave the building, leaving the criminal for bruce to take.

bruce gasps and blinks away the black spots that were beginning to form in his eyes from the lack of air. he closes his eyes tightly as he hears you leave, and he became aware of the tears in his eyes. or was it the rain? he loved you, and he had never been so truly conflicted in his entire life. where would he go from here?