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Batman Villains x Fem!Reader
You are a criminal hiding under the role of a psychiatrist in Arkham
You introduces yourself as a new psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum, but beneath your professional facade, you're also a criminal with your own agenda. During your sessions with Gotham’s notorious villains, you forms twisted, romantic relationships with them.
Characters: Joker, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Bane, Scarecrow, The Riddler, Two-Face & The Penguin
Joker
- You introduced yourself as the new psychiatrist in Arkham, armed with degrees and a mask of professionalism, hiding your true nature beneath the surface. Your sessions with the Joker began with cautious probing, dancing around his mind like any other doctor would. But the moment his cold, dark eyes met yours, you both knew it was a game—one neither of you intended to lose.
- His smile, wide and unhinged, widened further each session as he slowly unraveled your façade. You found yourself intrigued by him in ways you weren’t supposed to be. The chaos he offered was intoxicating, his unpredictable mind a puzzle you craved to solve. And while you knew the risks, you couldn’t help but draw closer to his madness. In your second session, his laughter became personal, no longer mocking Arkham's walls but meant for you.
- Joker had a way of pulling you in, teasing out the criminal lurking beneath your skin. You weren’t just a doctor—you were a kindred spirit, someone who understood his twisted view of the world. He could see it in the glint of your eyes when you spoke to him about Gotham’s hypocrisy, about the system’s flaws. And one day, as you were closing your notebook, his voice cut through the air: "You’re not one of them, doc. You’re like me."
- Your heart raced, but you played it cool, chuckling softly as if you weren’t shaken to the core. From then on, your sessions turned into something more intimate. Conversations turned into whispered secrets, truths about your past crimes, the people you manipulated to rise in the criminal underworld. Joker reveled in it, seeing the darkness he knew you were hiding. He began to speak about you in ways that made your pulse quicken, about how you could rule Gotham together, throw the city into disarray with your combined intellect and chaos.
- The tipping point came when, during a particularly charged session, he reached across the table, his gloved fingers brushing yours. There was a promise in that touch, something raw and dangerous. The lines between doctor and patient blurred completely when he pressed his lips against yours, leaving a smear of red lipstick on your mouth. You didn’t pull away—you couldn’t. Instead, you let him pull you into his world of madness, where logic twisted into a wicked kind of love.
- After that day, it wasn’t just therapy anymore. You became his accomplice, helping him from the inside, pulling strings behind Arkham’s walls. And when he finally escaped, you were right there beside him, both of you laughing at the chaos you would unleash. You weren’t just the Joker’s psychiatrist—you were his queen of madness, his partner in crime, and Gotham was yours to play with.
Harley Quinn
- When you walked into Arkham as the new psychiatrist, you were immediately drawn to her. Harley Quinn, the infamous former doctor turned criminal, sat across from you, her playful smirk never faltering. But you knew better than to take her lightly. Behind her giggles and flirtations was a woman who had once been where you were, a professional undone by obsession. Little did Harley know, you had the same spark of madness within you, hidden under the guise of professionalism.
- Your sessions with Harley were like a dance, a back-and-forth of wit and insight. She would tease you about your job, mock the way you spoke in clinical terms, but you both knew she was testing you. You always answered with a smirk of your own, showing her that you weren’t as buttoned-up as you seemed. You weren’t just here to analyze her—you were here to connect, to peel back the layers of her mind because you saw yourself in her.
- One day, during a session, she leaned in close, her eyes flickering with interest. "You know, doc, you remind me of someone." Her voice was low, almost conspiratorial, and you knew she meant herself. You chuckled, leaning back in your chair. "I’ve heard that before." She narrowed her eyes, suddenly serious. "You ain’t like the others." And she was right. You weren’t.
- You started to let bits of your real self slip through, sharing small pieces of your criminal side with her. You knew she would understand, maybe even admire it. Harley watched you carefully as you spoke about the schemes you had been part of, the power you wielded under the radar. She loved it. And before long, your sessions were less about her and more about the connection between the two of you.
- The day she kissed you was a blur of impulsive passion. After a particularly heated exchange, Harley had grabbed your tie, yanking you toward her, your lips crashing together. There was no hesitation on your part, only a thrilling sense of liberation. You were no longer pretending to be the psychiatrist, and Harley wasn’t just your patient. You were equals, two criminals playing a dangerous game of love and power.
- From that moment on, you were inseparable. You used your position to smuggle things in for her, weapons and plans for her next big heist. Harley, in return, made you feel alive in a way no one else ever could. She saw your darkness and embraced it, encouraging you to step deeper into the life you had been hiding. You became her partner in crime, but unlike the Joker, you weren’t controlling her. You were both free in each other’s chaos, equals in madness.
- The day you helped her escape Arkham was the beginning of something wild. Together, you wreaked havoc on Gotham, her unpredictable energy and your calculated cunning making you an unstoppable duo. You were Harley’s new obsession, but it wasn’t one-sided. She was yours too. You weren’t just another doctor who fell for the wrong patient—you were a criminal mastermind who found the perfect match in Harley Quinn.
Poison Ivy
- You introduced yourself to Arkham as just another psychiatrist, another cog in the system. But from the moment you sat down across from her, the infamous Poison Ivy, you knew you were dealing with someone who could see through your façade. Her green eyes were sharp, watching you with a knowing look as you asked your initial questions. You were careful, though. You knew better than to underestimate a woman like her.
- Each session was a test, a game of wits between the two of you. Ivy wasn’t like the others—you couldn’t simply manipulate her or play into her weaknesses. She was strong, both mentally and physically, her connection to nature giving her a kind of power you admired. And she could sense something off about you, something that didn’t fit with the usual Arkham doctor. You were good at hiding it, but not good enough. "You’re not just a shrink, are you?" she asked one day, a sly smile playing at her lips.
- You leaned back, meeting her gaze evenly. "And you’re not just a criminal." It was an admission, a silent agreement that you were both more than you appeared. Ivy’s curiosity grew from that moment, and so did yours. She wasn’t just another patient to you—she was a woman who had taken control of her life, her body, and the world around her. You respected her, even admired her strength, something you had always craved for yourself.
- Slowly, your conversations turned into something more intimate. You shared pieces of your own life with her, your involvement in the criminal underworld, your ability to manipulate others without them ever realizing it. Ivy listened carefully, her expression neutral, but you could tell she was interested. She liked the idea of someone who wasn’t afraid to challenge the system from the inside, someone who understood the game she was playing.
- One day, she leaned in close, her fingers brushing against your wrist, sending a strange, almost electric pulse through your skin. "You’re beautiful," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. You felt your heart skip a beat, but you didn’t pull away. You were drawn to her, to the danger, to the idea of losing yourself in her world. It wasn’t long before your professional boundaries crumbled, and you found yourself kissing her, tasting the sweet poison of her lips. It was intoxicating, like nothing you’d ever experienced before.
- From that moment on, your relationship was no longer confined to Arkham. You helped her in secret, bringing her the resources she needed, aiding her in her environmental crusades. Ivy saw the criminal in you and nurtured it, just like one of her plants. She didn’t want to control you—she wanted to empower you, and you let her. Together, you became a force to be reckoned with, a dangerous duo that Gotham wouldn’t soon forget. Poison Ivy had claimed you, body and soul, and you loved every minute of it.
Bane
- Your arrival in Arkham as the new psychiatrist was unremarkable to most, but when you were assigned to Bane, things took a darker turn. His reputation was terrifying, the man who broke the Bat, a living embodiment of strength and intelligence. But you weren’t afraid. You were drawn to him, to the power he represented, both physical and mental. You had always craved control, and Bane was the perfect subject—someone you could manipulate, or so you thought.
- Your sessions with Bane began like any other, with you trying to delve into his psyche, trying to understand the mind behind the monster. But he was different from the others. Bane wasn’t just brute strength—he was calculating, strategic, and he quickly saw through your act. He didn’t say it right away, but you could feel his eyes on you, watching, waiting for you to slip up.
- It didn’t take long for him to speak up. "You’re not here to fix me," he said one day, his voice deep and commanding. You froze, knowing you couldn’t hide from him anymore. "No," you admitted, a smirk tugging at your lips. "I’m not." You weren’t just a psychiatrist—you were a criminal, someone who had risen through Gotham’s underworld, and you wanted to understand the man who had brought the city to its knees.
- Bane respected honesty, and from that moment, your dynamic shifted. He didn’t see you as a doctor anymore—he saw you as an equal, someone with the same hunger for power that he had. You were fascinated by his mind, by the way he strategized and planned every move. He was a genius, far beyond what most people gave him credit for, and you couldn’t help but admire him.
- The tension between you grew with each session. Bane was controlled, disciplined, but you could see the way his eyes lingered on you, the way his voice softened when he spoke to you. It was subtle, but it was there. You were drawn to his strength, to the raw power he exuded, and you knew he felt the same. One day, after a particularly intense session, you found yourself standing too close to him, the air thick with unspoken desire. His hand, large and calloused, reached out to gently touch your cheek, his eyes dark with intent.
- "You are more than they realize," he murmured, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. You closed the distance between you, pressing your lips to his in a heated, dangerous kiss. There was no softness in it—only raw passion and the unspoken understanding that you were both forces of nature, bound by a mutual respect and hunger for power.
- From that day on, you were no longer his psychiatrist. You were his partner, his equal in every sense of the word. Bane trusted you in ways he trusted no one else, and you used that trust to help him plot his next move against Gotham. You were the brains behind his brawn, working together to bring the city to its knees once again. You loved him, not just for his strength but for his mind, for the way he saw the world and molded it to his will. Together, you were unstoppable, a force that no one could stand against. And you reveled in the chaos you would unleash.
Scarecrow
- When you first introduced yourself as the new psychiatrist at Arkham, you were already aware of Jonathan Crane's reputation. The master of fear, the Scarecrow, was infamous for his obsession with the mind's darkest corners. But what intrigued you wasn’t just his fixation on fear—it was the brilliance behind it, the cold, calculating intellect that twisted psychology into something deadly. You weren’t there to cure him, though. Beneath your polished exterior, you had your own darkness, your own secrets, and a hunger to learn from someone like him.
- From the first session, there was a tension in the air. Crane wasn’t like the other patients who tried to charm or manipulate you—he studied you, analyzing every word, every gesture. His voice was calm, his demeanor almost detached, but you could see the wheels turning in his mind. He knew you weren’t like the other doctors. "You’re curious," he remarked, his eyes narrowing slightly. "But not about my recovery."
- You smirked, leaning back in your chair. "No, Dr. Crane. I’m curious about your work." That was the moment he saw you for what you were—a kindred spirit, someone who wasn’t afraid of fear but fascinated by it. Your sessions became less about psychology and more about power. Crane saw potential in you, and you in him. You started talking about fear on a deeper level, about how it controlled people, how it could be harnessed and used.
- As the weeks passed, you found yourself drawn to his mind, the way he saw fear not as a weakness but as a tool. You began to share your own experiences, the times you had manipulated fear in others to get what you wanted. Crane listened, his interest piqued, and for the first time, he opened up about his own experiments, the thrill he felt when watching his victims crumble under his toxin’s effects.
- One evening, after a particularly intense session, you found yourselves standing close, too close for a professional boundary. His hand brushed against yours, sending a jolt through you. His eyes, dark and penetrating, locked onto yours. "You don’t fear me, do you?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. You shook your head, smiling. "I admire you." That was all it took. In an instant, his lips were on yours, the kiss filled with an electric tension that had been building for weeks.
- From that moment on, your relationship was no longer patient and doctor. You became his confidante, his partner in exploring the darkest aspects of the human psyche. He showed you things no one else knew about—his latest fear toxin formulas, his plans for Arkham and Gotham. You helped him, using your position to cover his tracks, to gather resources, and to watch as he slowly gained more control over the asylum.
- But it wasn’t just about fear anymore. It was about power, control, and a twisted form of love that grew between the two of you. Jonathan Crane wasn’t just your patient—he was your equal, your partner in crime, and the two of you reveled in the chaos you could create together. The city would learn to fear you both, and you’d savor every moment of it.
The Riddler
- Arkham had seen many doctors come and go, but when you introduced yourself to Edward Nygma, better known as the Riddler, he immediately knew you were different. You weren’t just another psychiatrist trying to “fix” him. No, there was something in your eyes, something calculating. You enjoyed puzzles, mysteries, and games of wit—just like he did. You weren’t there to cure him. You were there to challenge him.
- Your first session was more of a mental sparring match than a therapy session. Nygma tested you with riddles, trying to throw you off balance, to make you stumble. But you never missed a beat. Every time he threw a challenge your way, you met it with ease, answering his riddles with a smirk. "Impressive," he said, leaning back in his chair. "But you’re hiding something, aren’t you, doctor?"
- You tilted your head, feigning innocence, but you both knew he was right. Edward Nygma thrived on solving puzzles, and you were a puzzle he wanted to crack. But what he didn’t realize was that you were just as much a player in this game as he was. As the sessions progressed, you began to drop hints, letting him see glimpses of the criminal mind beneath your professional exterior. It fascinated him, the idea that you weren’t just there to help, but that you had your own agenda.
- One day, during a particularly charged conversation about Gotham’s elite and their weaknesses, Nygma leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "You’re like me, aren’t you? You see the world for what it is—a game. And we’re the ones smart enough to win." You didn’t deny it. Instead, you smiled, leaning closer. "Maybe I am."
- That was the turning point. From then on, your sessions were no longer about his rehabilitation—they were about planning. You shared your own insights into Gotham’s corruption, its flaws, its riddles. Nygma loved it. You became partners, planning your own schemes from inside Arkham’s walls. You used your position to feed him information, to help him plot his escape and his next big move.
- The chemistry between you grew with every session, the tension crackling between the two of you like static. It all came to a head one night when, after hours of trading riddles and plotting, Edward stood and crossed the room, pulling you close. "I always did enjoy a good mystery," he whispered before his lips met yours in a fierce, possessive kiss.
- After that, you were inseparable. You weren’t just partners in crime—you were lovers, bound by a shared intellect and a thirst for control. Nygma trusted you in a way he trusted no one else, and you used that trust to help him execute his plans, bending Gotham to your will. Together, you were unstoppable, a pair of masterminds who thrived on chaos and complexity. The city was your playground, and every riddle, every challenge, only brought you closer.
Two-Face
- When you walked into the room for your first session with Harvey Dent, you knew you weren’t meeting the famed district attorney Gotham once adored. No, you were staring at a man who had been broken by fate, his face a stark reminder of the chaos that ruled his life now. But you didn’t flinch. You introduced yourself calmly, sitting across from him like you would any other patient, knowing full well you had your own reasons for being here.
- Two-Face sized you up immediately, his scarred eye twitching slightly as he watched your every move. "Why are you here?" he asked, his voice low and suspicious. You smirked, leaning back in your chair. "Maybe I’m just curious about how someone like you thinks," you replied coolly. He chuckled darkly, flipping his coin in the air. "No one’s ever *just curious* about me, doll."
- Your sessions were a constant tug-of-war. Harvey’s dual nature fascinated you—how he constantly struggled between his desire for justice and the dark side that had overtaken him. You, too, had a duality hidden beneath the surface. You played the part of the psychiatrist well, but beneath that, you were a criminal, drawn to chaos just like him. And as much as he tried to intimidate you, you didn’t back down, and he noticed.
- Harvey respected your strength. The more you pushed back, the more interested he became. He saw something in you, something different from the other doctors who had tried to “fix” him. One day, after a particularly heated session, he tossed the coin in the air, catching it in his palm before smirking. "You know, I’ve got a feeling you’re not so innocent yourself." You met his gaze evenly. "What if I’m not?" That was the moment you saw the shift in his eyes—the dual sides of Harvey Dent were no longer fighting each other, they were intrigued by you.
- It wasn’t long before your relationship took a darker, more intimate turn. One night, after hours of discussing Gotham’s corruption and his place in it, Harvey stood from his chair and crossed the room, pulling you close. The kiss was rough, almost desperate, as if he was trying to claim you as his, but you didn’t resist. You wanted it, wanted him. There was something thrilling about the danger, the unpredictability that came with Two-Face.
- From that moment on, you were his partner in more than just therapy. You helped him plan, working from within Arkham’s walls, aiding him in gathering resources for his next move against Gotham. You fed into both sides of him—the one that craved order and the one that loved chaos. Two-Face trusted you in a way he hadn’t trusted anyone since his fall, and together, you were unstoppable. His coin may have decided fate, but you held the real power in your hands, manipulating the outcome to suit your shared goals. You were drawn to the danger, and with Two-Face by your side, you reveled in the chaos.
The Penguin
- As you introduced yourself to Oswald Cobblepot in Arkham, you could feel his eyes assessing you from head to toe. The Penguin was a man who built his empire on manipulation, control, and knowing exactly who to trust—and who to use. But you weren’t just another psychiatrist walking into his cell. You had your own agenda, and the second you sat down, you knew Penguin would be a challenge worth taking on.
- Oswald wasn’t subtle. "So, what’s a pretty thing like you doing in a dump like this?" he sneered, the cane in his hand tapping the ground softly. You smiled, unphased by his attempt to unnerve you. "Just trying to understand what makes you tick, Mr. Cobblepot." He chuckled, clearly amused. "Is that so? Or are you here for something a little more… profitable?" He had you pegged, and you didn’t deny it. Penguin wasn’t someone who responded to weakness. He respected ambition, and you had plenty of it.
- The sessions became a delicate dance. You learned quickly that Penguin wasn’t just a gangster—he was a mastermind, always ten steps ahead of everyone else in the room. He loved the game, the power plays, the manipulation. And you knew how to play the game just as well. Every conversation with him was layered with unspoken meaning, your words carefully chosen to show you weren’t just another Arkham shrink. Oswald began to respect you, intrigued by your sharp mind and your ability to keep up with him.
- It wasn’t long before the lines blurred between professional and personal. Penguin’s calculating gaze would linger on you a little too long, his smirks becoming something more suggestive. "You’ve got a real talent for this," he’d say during one of your sessions, his voice low and dripping with amusement. "Maybe you should be working for me instead of this place." You didn’t disagree. In fact, the idea thrilled you. Gotham’s underworld was where you truly belonged, and Penguin saw it.
- One evening, after a particularly intense conversation about Gotham’s crime families, Oswald stood, walking around his desk with that unmistakable limp. He stood close, closer than ever before, his hand gently brushing your arm. "You and me, we could run this town," he whispered, his eyes dark with ambition and something more. You felt the electricity between you, the pull of power and attraction, and when he leaned in, you didn’t pull away. The kiss was slow, deliberate, and filled with the promise of what could come.
- After that, you were no longer just his psychiatrist. You became his confidante, his right hand, and eventually, his lover. Together, you plotted his rise back to the top, using your position in Arkham to gather information and pull strings. Penguin admired your cunning, your beauty, and your ambition. You weren’t just someone he used—you were someone he trusted, and in his world, that was more valuable than anything.
- You found yourself falling deeper into Gotham’s criminal underworld, by his side. Oswald respected your mind as much as your beauty, and you thrived in the power he gave you. The city became your playground, and together, you schemed to take it all. Penguin may have been a ruthless crime lord, but with you, he was something more—an equal. And together, no one could stand in your way.
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Who fell first and who fell harder
Joker: You fell first and harder
Harley Quinn: She fell first and harder
Catwoman: She fell first and harder
Riddler: He fell first but you fell harder
Penguin: He fell first and harder
Scarecrow: You fell first but he fell harder
Deathstroke: You fell first and harder
Bane: He fell first but you fell harder
Mr Freeze: He fell first and harder
Two-Face: He fell first but you fell harder
Poison Ivy: You fell first but she fell harder
Killer Croc: You fell first and harder
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ᴀʀᴋʜᴀᴍ ᴀꜱʏʟᴜᴍ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ
I write for any of the listed characters either, x character or x reader (Male or Gender neutral.)
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Villains:
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ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ ᴄʀᴏᴄ |
ᴘᴏɪꜱᴏɴ ɪᴠʏ |
Caring for your child while Ivy is in Arkham
ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇᴄʀᴏᴡ |
Dating Headcanons
Blasting a love song from outside
ᴛʜᴇ ᴊᴏᴋᴇʀ |
Heros:
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Cuddling Headcanons
Civilians:
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Dating Headcanons
Cuddling Headcanons
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#12 Incorrect Batman: Vigilante (My AU)
Penguin: Mad Hatter learned how to fold origami penguins from me the other day. I told him as a joke, “I feel a little bad for the penguins, it’s hot here”, and the next day he put them in the fridge.
*****
Catwoman: It's locked. You got a lock pick?
Riddler: Yeah-
Two Face: *kicks in the door*
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Riddler: Hey, check out my Question Mark umbrella!
*Riddler opens his umbrella while indoors*
Mad Hatter: Riddler, that’s bad luck…
Riddler: Chill out, Mad Hatter!
Scarecrow, kicking down the door: WHO SUMMONED ME?!?!
Riddler and Mad Hatter: *screams*
*****
Joker: *walking around disappointed after visiting an aquarium*
Lex Luthor: Joker, what did you think a tiger shark was?
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Two Face: WHO ATE MY BREAD?!
Two Face: I'M GOING TO FUCKING K-
Grace Lamont: I did?
Harvey Dent: Kiss you and buy some more, you haven't been eating anything today, Grace.
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Riddler: I love being right. It’s one of my favorite personality traits.
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Lex Luthor: Some people say that I have a god complex. I’d like to think that I’m a complex god.
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Mad Hatter: I have a bad feeling about this...
Scarecrow: What do you mean?
Mad Hatter: Don't you ever get that little voice in your head that tells you if you're going to get into trouble?
Scarecrow: No?
Riddler: That actually explains so much.
*****
Computer: Please enter a password.
Joker: *types in Batman*
Computer: Your password is too weak.
Joker: How DARE YOU-
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March Harriet: Do you feel any better?
Mad Hatter: I feel much better now that you here with me.
*Music Meister walks in*
Mad Hatter: I feel half better.
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Bane: Can I have your number?
Scarecrow, visible texting: I don't have a phone.
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Dragon Con was AMAZING!
Got to show off my Bombshells Sinestro Cosplay, and got to meet the CREATOR of Bombshells Sinestro, Ant Lucia! (where I got an AMAZING signed print of the legendary Jessica Cruz).
I also got some amazing art from @schweizercomics (who actually taught my professor at KSU).
Side note, I was finally able to "propose" to my comic book crush, Mr. Freeze.
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Sneak peek at something probably posted in like 4 months.
@yanderefangirl
Yandere! Batman Rouges Gallery x Platonic OCD! Reader.
I have OCD and this is off of MY version and experiences with OCD. I would be most grateful if anyone had other ideas or plots (like the episode Lock-Up but with the reader.)Reader's kind of... angry? I don't know how else to explain it.
TW//CW: Suicide (Mentions of, not anyone doing) Canon-typical violence, cursing,
God, you couldn't believe it came to this. Honestly, why were you here anyway, it's not like you belong with the criminals. This was just so that they could try and teach the insane to be nicer, to not be criminals.
Honestly, they shouldn't have chosen you, you kind of belonged in here. The way that people would look at you when you twitched, a singular mis-fire in your brain made people think there was something wrong with you. Like you belonged with the freaks of Arkham. Well, one too many jokes about suicide and jokes of your trauma and BOOM! You've been chosen for our unpaid internship at Arkham, too bad you have to stay here you freak! God. It pisses you off to feel their stares of judgement on the streets.
To feel their pity. Batman saves you from a bridge too many times and you're involuntarily put in here.
You walked, two guards right beside you. Their shoes clacking against the tile. One of them was touching you and it made your body feel off. A misfire, and your head jerks to the right. "Please stop touching me." They give you a stern look. Panic filters your brain. "I can walk myself. I'm a big kid." You crack a smile at the last part, makes it easier to tell when it's a joke. They keep staring at you, you misfire, and then the second guard takes their hand off of your shoulder. Great. Now more people think you belong in here. Misfire. Misfire, this time nodding your head. Misfire. Jeezy creezy. "Sorry." You continue walking with them, but you can tell that they're staring at you.
Or is the phenomena of Spotlight, where you delude yourself into thinking that everyone is staring at you. Nevertheless, you can feel them looking at you.
Not just the guards, but the inmates too, the other ones. The ones you belong with. Not the fucking insane criminals.They watch you, a teen, get walked- misfire -to the criminal side of the asylum. It's quiet, but there are whispers. Of course, part of you says that they're talking about you, but is it just because you're being moved to the criminals, or is it because you -misfire- look like you belong here? The other part says it's narcissistic to think they're talking about you.
You reach the doors, steel, heavy steel to make sure that they don't cross over to the section you belong in, misfire, to the people that can be helped.
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Who told batman villains they could be so hot?
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*Everyone in Bruce Wayne's Manor after Joker gets married to Bruce*
Scarecrow: Ohhhh, we each get our own oven?
Joker: ... N-No...
Joker, laughing: How many ovens do you think I have???
Scarecrow, motioning to their kitchen: Three, I thought!
Two-Face: I see a-
Joker, motioning to one device: This is a microwave.
Scarecrow: Oh, well I-
Joker: Hey wait wait, actually- hang on- *fiddles with the buttons on the microwave*
Joker, amazed: Its got a bake setting!
Bane: Ohoho, you learn something new every day!
Riddler: Do we- Do we roshambo for who gets to pick first?
Joker: Now I've just discovered I have more ovens than I thought, we don't have to roshambo nothin!
Joker: I am a man who owns four ovens...
Joker, louder and way too happy: I am a man... who owns FOUR OVENS...
Joker: I didn't know I was so rich with ovens...
Catwoman, pointing to another appliance: Also the toaster oven!
Joker:
Scarecrow: Ohhh, toasty boy! Four- Five ovens!
Joker:
Joker, fucking ECSTATIC: I AM A MAN WHO OWNS FIVE OVENS!
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Happy (late) Valentine day!
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Behind Masks (Dr. Jonathon Crane x OC) Ch. 21: Court's In Session
Previous: https://www.tumblr.com/sl-newsie/744620213809594368/behind-masks-dr-jonathon-crane-x-oc-masterlist?source=share
Ka-boom!
The loud noise startles me and I nearly fall off the ledge I’m sitting on. A strong rumble shakes the ground and in the distance I hear a choir of screams. What the Hell was that?
“It’s done!”
In the alley below someone sprints over to whisper to a man standing behind a dumpster.
“All the cops are buried!”
Are they serious? Gordon actually went through with that malarkey? I thought the news was joking. But no, they’ve corralled the entire police force into Gotham’s tunnels and now they’re stuck. Hm. I wonder what comes next? Any idiot can figure that out.
I slip off the ledge and down into the streets, making a beeline for Selina’s place. Please be home please be home-!
Knock knock.
“Keith, if that’s you I’ll break your other wrist,” Catwoman drawls from behind the door.
“Sadly I’m not him. It’s Calico.”
The door pulls open and Selina tugs me in before she slams it shut. Is it just me or is she packing? What’s the suitcase for?
“You’re leaving before it’s complete anarchy,” I put together. “This was the storm, wasn’t it?”
“Yes and I don’t have time for questions,” Selina speaks quickly. “You can have my apartment. Use whatever you want. I’m leaving. Sorry but I only have one ticket.”
The old me would be sad and appalled that she’s practically abandoning us in this mess. But the new me is surprisingly cool about this upcoming fate.
“The Reaper thrives in chaos.”
And so chaos arrives. It’s been a week since that explosion buried the cops. Turns out that wasn’t the only explosion. Several others destroyed all but one bridge to prevent us from leaving. Queensboro Bridge is the only one left to provide supplies and act as a false beacon of escape. Word is that an armed nuclear bomb is hidden within the city, ready to detonate if one of us tries to leave. Tanks patrol the streets to ‘upkeep order’ but it’s really just the League abusing their power over Gotham’s citizens. Oh, the citizens. Selina was right. Utter chaos. The poor are rich, the rich are poor. A fight against equality has broken out.
Only a few leftovers of law enforcement are still trying to help. Every few days I see Blake, Gordon, and a few others trying to maintain peace. I want to join them but it’s out of my hands. They’ll only see me as a hooded villain adding fuel to the fire.
Speaking of fire, another fun tidbit of information came my way yesterday. Turns out the League wasn’t the cause of my apartment’s destruction. It was Harley Quinn. Before Bane’s robbery she broke in and trashed it. Don’t ask me why. I’ve been unable to track down the lunatic and interrogate her.
If any other villains remain in Gotham they’ve kept low. Honestly this must seem like candyland for some of them. No cops? That’s every villain’s dream. And, as usual, the only itching question is what’s become of my favorite doctor…
General POV
Dr. Crane didn’t know what to make of the mess when it unfolded. Does he flee? Does he stay and prey on the rising fear? That is a reasonable perk.
Now, hidden in the Gotham library with Nigma, the fear doctor is starting to reconsider. Spreading fear is one thing but when you’re fighting tooth-and-nail for a roll of toilet paper then it gets less intriguing. And, as usual, the itching question is what’s happened to the lovely Dr. Prentiss- Um, favorite test subject.
“New riddle! The more there is, the less you see. What am I?”
Crane hardly hears the Riddler’s question. He’s too busy staring out the window half-hoping to see a hooded figure pass by.
“Answer: Darkness, which is what we’ll be in if you don’t get more batteries,” Nigma scolds and holds up a flashlight. When Crane still doesn’t respond he rolls his eyes. “Calico isn’t here.”
“Huh?” Crane looks over.
The Riddler cackles. “You can’t let her go, can you?”
Dr. Crane resumes his stern expression and looks away. “If she's still here she’s acting on her own accord. I’m not keeping her here.” A few seconds go by and he thinks out loud: “How can someone so stunning be so aggravating?”
Riddler, contrasting to Ivy, has never seen a reason why these two can’t be together. They’re both intellectual and attractive. Yes Callie’s a coldblooded killer and Crane is, well, Crane. But all the more reason why they might need each other to bring a sense of sanity to their lives. A complex social riddle if Nigma ever saw one.
“You miss her. Don’t you?”
Dr. Crane dismisses himself to end the conversation, but not before Nigma overhears him mutter: “Somehow she makes up a part of me I didn’t even know I was missing.”
That’s the trigger. If the apocalypse is going to transpire then at least it should tie up some very needed loose ends.
“Dr. Crane?”
A new voice from the doorway shocks the villains. Riddler pulls out a gun and Crane prepares to throw a toxin bomb. A brutish man in a bulletproof vest steps in with his hands in the air.
“No threats, gentlemen. Dr. Crane, we’ve got quite the offer for you.”
“Oh really?” The doctor asks apprehensively, still poised to strike.
“I promise it will be well worth your talent.”
Calico’s POV
Gotta say, outsmarting the League’s goons is fun! All day I’ve been swiping food and equipment from under their noses and they have no clue! I give the supplies to the citizens, a gesture that I hope will make up for a fraction of my sins. And right now I’m watching the sunset across the frozen bay on top of what’s left of the bank. If it weren’t for the tank driving by this would be a touching moment.
Screeee!
A new siren wails through the city. Ugh. I shouldn’t investigate. But I have nothing else to do at the moment. I slide down to the icy pavement and walk towards the courthouse. What- What the Hell is going on?
“Justice!”
“Come witness our law!”
People are yelling all down the street. Curious. I try to get a better look but the crowd is making it impossible. I slip on my hood and sneak behind a distracted lady.
“What’s going on?” I ask her.
“Oh! Bane’s establishing a people’s court!” she answers happily.
People’s court? Run by these people? We mine as well elect Arkham patients for government too. Bang up job, League of Shadows. You’re going to have a human zoo in a concrete cage.
“...Judge Crane is sentencing.”
My head jerks up. “Did you say Crane? As in Dr. Crane?”
The man speaking shakes his head. “It’s Judge Crane now. He’s been chosen to sentence the guilty.”
I have to see this.
After fighting my way through I finally reach the large doors. It’s even more crowded inside. Lord, how many trials are they running? I mean there’s plenty of charges to deal with but this is overdoing it. I turn the corner and- Oh my.
“I leave for a few weeks and you turn into a judicial puppet,” I taunt. “Had me worried for a second.”
There, right in front of me, stands Dr. Crane wearing a judge’s robe. How the tables have turned.
He flinches at my voice and whips his head around. My eyes look up to meet his familiar crystal blue ones. He’s just as astonished to see me.
“How are you still here?”
“I’m stuck here the same as everyone else, Dr. Crane. Talk about a dead end. Though not literally of course, because I am still breathing.”
He looks… good? As far as it goes in today’s world, I mean. His suit is tattered and stained but he makes it work. His unkempt hair looks decent. As for his face there’s no mistaking the stubble that’s starting to grow. Despite this Dr. Crane still manages to pull off making rugged look sexy.
“How have Bane’s plans been treating you?”
Crane’s jaw tightens. “Most poorly. And you?”
I shrug and remove my mask to get a better look at him. “Any day I can breathe is a gift. Discovered any new fears?”
He steps closer, shaking his head. “All ordinary. Any new methods of death?”
“Aside from those who already offed themselves with a gun? No. I’m not killing anymore.”
“Really?” He asks, intrigued.
“There’s enough despair spreading without me helping,” I mutter. “I thought you’d be the one gaining something from it.”
Crane chuckles at my small joke. “I think the fear of death is most popular.”
In the background we hear a guard groan. “If this is how you guys flirt then I never want to see it again.”
Uhhh…
Oh thank God he’s walking away. Jeez. I thought Harley was the romantic! From the way Dr. Crane cringes I can tell he’s fazed too. Hm. I go from all-out fearing love to gagging at it like a child.
Crane changes the subject. “So you’re retiring from being a vigilante?”
I nod. “I’m through with that. It’s every man for himself now. Bane hasn’t figured out who I am and I’d like to keep it that way.”
Crane smirks. “What happened to helping others?”
“It got boring and pointless,” I drone darkly. “I do my good deed for the day and then I clock out. If you’d like to taunt me with my past failures then I’m afraid I must take a raincheck.”
As good as it is to know Dr. Crane’s alright, our shambles of a social relationship aren’t exactly set in stone. For all I know he’s planning to poison me again. And with all the disorder raging about that would not be the craziest way to die.
“Are you going back to Ms. Kyle’s?” Crane asks when I start to leave.
“It’s mine now. She left to get on a plane the second Bane took over.”
“Left? Without you?”
I turn around to face him again. Do I detect a hint of concern? Jonathan knows I can survive perfectly fine on my own. Why the sudden interest?
“I don’t have anything waiting for me elsewhere,” I reply. “I got an offer for a job in Central City, but it didn’t seem right.”
“And now you’re stuck here,” he says, trying to look away but is still staring at me.
“Now I’m stuck here.” I gesture to his new ‘uniform.’ “What’s your pay here?”
He scoffs. “Gotham’s been plunged into complete anarchy. It’s practically the apocalypse, and you’re asking that?”
I tilt my head in consideration. “At least you’re not dead.”
Crane looks to the floor and busies himself with fiddling with a spray bottle of fear toxin. “That might be a better option.”
“Don’t talk like that,” I try to encourage him. “From what I hear you’ve got an important job, Judge Crane. That means you’re protected.”
Crane meets my eyes again. “It means I’m under constant surveillance,” he whispers.
Oh. I didn’t think of that. They must have been watching Crane to select him for this position. Does that mean I’m on a list too?
“I should leave while I still can,” I murmur as I discreetly look around for cameras.
“You should,” Crane agrees, still adjusting his sleeves. “It will be less stressful without you.”
Despite my efforts to ignore him my heart is still tugged by his cold words. “Gee. It’s nice to feel wanted. Goodbye-”
“Don’t go!” he blurts.
“Why?!” I fire back, feeling very confused.
His icy blue eyes flash a sudden mix of panic and despair. “I don’t know! Just- don’t go.”
“You can’t order me around!” I hiss.
“Crane! Is this bitch giving you trouble?”
Too late to keep things quiet. Now I have another guard staring me down!
“Hey! You got a name, tootz? If you ain’t one of us then you aren’t allowed here.” When I don’t flinch away he leans in closer with a malicious grin. “You don’t fear death.”
My eyes remain cold and unblinking. “Death is unavoidable. In a twisted place like Gotham, it’s bred constantly. Death would be a welcomed friend.”
Just then another guard with a beard walks over and touches my hood. “Ah, I recognize this! You’re the Raven?”
Seriously? “Reaper,” I grunt.
The guard waves it off. “Right, right. Well Reaper, we’ll let ya slide once you sit in for this next hearing.”
I’m pushed away towards the hallway. “That’s it?”
“That’s it,” the guy answers. “C’mon, move it along.”
Oh my God. This is far from a normal courtroom. A giant section for citizens is off to the left while a giant pile of furniture covered in trash and toilet paper stands at the end of the room. A single chair is placed in the center. Maybe it’s my twisted humor but it’s going to be hilarious to watch this play out.
“Coming through! Next client coming through!”
I slip over to stand near the back as somebody makes room for a slimy-looking rich guy. He’s shoved into the chair and waits for the procedure to begin. Across the giant room a familiar face appears on top of the makeshift judges bench. Dr. Crane is obviously enjoying this. As if his ego can't grow any bigger. Crane bangs a gavel to signal for silence.
“Take me to Bane! Where is Bane?” The client asks.
“There’s been no mistake, Mr. Striver. You are Phillip Striver, Executive Vice President of-” Crane takes another look at a document. “Daggett Industries? Who for years has been living off the blood and sweat of people less powerful than him.”
Did I hear that right? The rich are getting sentenced to what they deserve? This is exactly what I’ve been waiting for! Who knew it had to come to this for my dream to be granted?
“I, I am one of you-” Striver tries to convince Crane.
“Bane has no authority here. This is merely a sentencing hearing.”
Um, I’m not caught up with too much, but Bane is literally standing in the same room. Right over there. Wow Crane, you’ve got guts.
“Now, the choice is yours. Exile, or death?” Dr. Crane asks with bored glee.
The crowd erupts into roars of name-calling and Crane has to make them quiet down again. Striver isn’t looking so well.
“Ex-Exile.”
“Sold!” Crane bangs the gavel and the crowd cheers. “To the old man in the cold sweat.”
Always the lover of fear. Striver is pulled out of the chair and pushed through the crowd once more. After all this I might have to tip my hat to Crane for accepting such a role.
“New clients coming through!”
Who will it be now? Mr. Garold? Judith Lexington? It’s- Commissioner Gordon? And his small gang of rebels? Striver I understand but why them?
“Gordon’s arrested?” I ask a man next to me. “On what charges?”
“The people of Gotham have taken action,” he says.
“To do what? He’s trying to help us!”
“No lawyer. No witnesses. What sort of due process is this?” the gruff Commissioner demands.
“Your guilt has been determined. This is merely a sentencing hearing,” Crane explains nonchalantly. “Now what will it be: death, or… exile?”
This is how they execute? All because some people disagree with how bad things are? This isn’t anarchy and this isn’t a people’s court. It’s a dictatorship!
Gordon isn’t impressed either. “Crane, if you think that we’re going onto that ice willingly, you have another thing coming.”
Dr. Crane nods in a sarcastic way. “Death, then.”
“Looks that way,” Gordon clarifies.
What? No! Not Gordon! He’s one of the only good cops left!
“Very well. Death!” Crane orders, then smiles blankly down at him. “By exile.”
Son of a bitch.
The group is led out just like Striver. All I can do is restrain from jumping in. I’m no match for all the brute muscle here. If I was going to intervene it would have to be an inside job. I should have known Crane would exercise loopholes. He’s probably had it out for Gordon ever since he was fired from Arkham. A compassionate city meets the special needs of its citizens. Gotham does nothing. At this point I wonder if there’s anything I can do at all to fix this mess.
“So this is how liberty dies,” I murmur as everyone around me leaves to watch Gordon’s guilt walk. “With thunderous applause.”
As much as I want to look up to Crane in his new role it still feels wrong. He is a high-authority figure, but a psycho figure nonetheless. The rioting crowd dies down and now only Crane and a few guards are left. He walks closer and the mere sight of him is making my heart fight my brain.
“Well? What did you think?” The devilish judge asks.
Bastard! Hero? Psycho! Genius? I don’t know anymore!
Suddenly a brutish man in a hoodie stomps up and roughly taps Crane’s shoulder, giving me a stern glare.
“Hey, miss. We need to talk about the next case.” He looks between Crane and I. “Alone. So can ya scram?”
My legs agree but my mind’s still spinning. What? We aren’t finished!
Jonathan leans in quickly and whispers: “Meet me in the back alley.”
Oh dear.
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It's been a while since I don't draw some BaneCrow X3 I missed them!
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When she's a whore but she's also your sweet pretty babygirl who belongs to you and only you.
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Your relationship trope
Joker:
Enemies/Lovers on sight.
God X Follower
Gremlin X Sunshine.
Rowdy delinquent X Sweet dork.
Harley Quinn:
Chaotic badass X Sweet badass.
Quiet listener X Lord always talking.
Aggressively supportive.
Ultimate mom friend X Feral gremlin.
Catwoman:
Each other's impulse control.
Loves talking X Loves listening
Crazy moron X Intelligent moronsexual.
Parents without kids.
Riddler:
Tall angry bastard X Short actual sunshine.
Partner in crimes that are polar opposites.
Dumbass X That's my dumbass.
Dense X Dense.
Penguin:
Angry and protective X Soft and concerned.
Asshole X Tired of it
Please stop X Too much energy.
Chaotic with a soft spot X Normal but Chaos enabler.
Scarecrow:
Sweet baby X Litteral demon.
Overthinker X Touchy drama queen.
Grumpy X Sunshine.
They probably hate me X In love just terrible at showing it.
Deathstroke:
Stoic and serious X Chill.
Feral dumbass X Voice of reason.
Ray of sunshine X Touch them and die.
Evil X Reason they haven't destroyed the world yet.
Bane:
Low maintenance X High energy.
Big evil bastard X Smitten idiot.
Tall X Small.
Pessimist X Optimist.
Mr. Freeze:
Morticia and Gomez.
Pure-heated bean X Cynical goblin.
Super hyper and loud X Loves them anyway.
Has a crush X Doesn't notice.
Two-Face:
Edgy baby X Soft bastard.
Idiot X Loves their Idiots.
Flirty X Flustered.
Quiet X Bubbly.
Poison Ivy:
Mutual pining idiots.
Confident flirt X Expert at not taking the hint.
Sun X Moon.
Cinnabun X Hot-head.
Killer Croc:
Monster X Monster fucker
Cinnamon roll X Guard dog.
Hand warm X Hand cold.
Cluess as fuck X Bad at expressing emotions.
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Listen! Bane Heist Crew AU! Bane is the serious and scary leader. Reader is a hacker they reluctantly (on Basard's urging) took into the crew. Bruce Wayne is the Detective that's trying to bust their crew (he already knows it's them, he just needs to catch them in the act / find proof). So he keeps showing up wherever they are and even has the audacity to flirt with the reader. Bane of course is "only" pissed off because it puts the crew at risk. And absolutely not because he's feeling protective & jealous. Cue side eye from Basard. 😂
#yesssss!!!#*heart eyes*#who else is in the crew?#🤔#scarecrow#?#talia???#and what if bruce pretends to be another thief at some point? nicknamed the batman 🤔🤔🤔#bane x reader#I'm on a fox!reader mindset so maybe lucius works for the police and that's why bane was against it?#the drama#😱#talk bane to me
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Mad for you
Dr. Jonathan Crane x Bane [short pre-slash, mature]
It was incredible. Simply incredible to stand right in front of that bulk of a man, to stand in front of this legend he had only heard of. Somewhere in the asylum there were screams, shots, terribly scared voices of the running security men. Runnig for their lifes, Jonathan knew. It was a riot, long overdue, and still he couldn't get away from that huge man staring at him, just like he was doing.
Jonathan clicked his tongue, biting his lower lip, letting his gaze roam over that body built to kill. He was impressive from that close, only standing a few feet away from him. The dark eyes stared at him, gazing ice-cold over Jonathan's white coat. Attention, cruel attention, tingling through Jonathan's whole body. He didn't look away, not a single second, even when that bull of a man came closer to him. He had no weapon in his hands - his body was his weapon, Jonathan was sure. He had always been jealous of the colleagues that had gotten the chance to interview this guy, working with him.
"You don't run away. You should, doctor." That voice. That voice was so deep it left Jonathan in goosebumps, hearing the heavy boots coming closer to him. They shared a space now, a hand-wide length it was now between them. Jonathan pulled up his eyebrows, opening his lips in an amused manner.
"Why should I?", he asked, a shock of pure pleasure running through his limbs as Bane grabbed him by the chin, pulling him close. The grip was so intense and heavy that it hurt, but still Jonathan didn't flinch. He was actually pretty excited for this, for a man that could finally fit his wants.
"You should be afraid. You might die."
"I would be pleased to die from a hand like yours."
Bane pressed his thumb and fingers deeper into the skin of Jonathan's chin, pulled him closer, the mask only a few breaths away from Jonathan's face. He was so dangerous, so fucking dangerous it was simply insane - still, Jonathan felt excitement growing in his stomach. God, how long has it been since he's been fucked by a real man? Bane must be impressive, huge, thick and broad. He licked his lips, staring at these eyes. The pain was just right when Bane pulled him even closer.
"You're crazy. Mad. You sure you're a doctor?", Bane snapped, his eyes flinching with something like amusement. Yeah, Jonathan could read it, the psychiatric in him terribly fighting with his urge to sit down on that lap and grab for that impressive dick. Sucking it in, choking on that length and thickness that would definitely be too much for his thin throat. It made him go fucking hot inside, and he reached out for Bane's hand around his face - Bane batted him away, the grip growing stronger. Jonathan gasped.
"You want this?", Bane growled, and Jonathan nodded.
"I want this, so bad."
"You wanna suck me off?"
"Oh God, yes!"
Bane pushed him against the wall, hurting the small of his back, but the pain excited him to the bones. One wrist was pinned against the stone of the cold wall, scratching his skin, with the other he held Jonathan in check.
"Then go done on your knees, doctor", Bane hissed, and gave Jonathan enough space to move. And Jonathan did sink down on his knees, looking up greedily and hungry with his eyes, while a big hand grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling and pushing him more down. Jonathan nestled with the belt, fumbling to get that thick cock out...
[to be continued]
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