#that his love was so strong that even as a SCARECROW he wanted to help her

[seraphimankh]

Why can’t I find a story, well written, where Fiyero and elphaba get a REAL happy ending?? I hate it 🥺🥺

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ sorry

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Bruce Wayne x plus size reader

To love Bruce was risky and it was exhilarating but you weren’t ready to deal with its consequences when everything suddenly changed.

Warnings: angst, amnesia, injuries, unplanned pregnancy, fluff, i couldn’t help but add bat family shenanigans, hints of smut, scarecrow fear toxin, mentions of self-harm as a result of toxin, hospital visits/health scare, happy endings baby, age difference WC: 7k

Minors DNI

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You knew Bruce Wayne.

You knew the depth of blue in his eyes, the placement of every scar and mole and freckle on his body, the little cowlick at the back of his head that would only appear when he had gone too long without a haircut.

You knew he liked tea but only when he didn’t have meetings, his right shoulder locked up when it was cold and wet, he hated the beach but loved the ocean, he regularly brought home stray animals until he was 12, and he was a hopeless romantic.

And you loved each other deeply, so deeply that you felt like there was no colour in your world before him and he had no light in his before you. It had started out simply enough, you were his secretary. Fresh from your Masters program, you needed a job and he needed a new assistant after the retirement of his last one. You were hired on the spot with the promise that it would only be temporary until you got a job in your field. But that was almost 4 years ago now and you had no intention of leaving the man you had fallen so hard for, he guiltily admitted once that he did not want you to leave either.

There were countless date nights and sleepovers, weekend getaways and times where you would spend the entire day naked in bed. You saw each other almost every day and yet it ached when you were apart for even just a few minutes.

But no one else knew. 

Besides the fact that he was your boss and 10 years older than you, Bruce wanted to shield you both from his life as Batman and from the public eye. And you were terrified of the judgement of his family especially given that there was only a couple of years difference between you and his oldest kid. And it was fine, for a while at least. You got to exist in this perfect little bubble of love with the only man you could envision a future with, away from the harshness of your lives. 

As it must, the real world crashes down upon your little bubble, shattering it.

“Bruce! You have a meeting!” His teeth sunk into the column of your throat with a discontented grunt as he pressed his hips even closer to your own, his arms winding around your plush middle.

“They’re not as important as this.” The tip of his nose brushed against your pulse. You let yourself melt into his strong hold for just a moment, savouring the feel of his toned body against you like you always did when Bruce lathered you with attention. With one last squeeze around your torso, Bruce reluctantly let you go. His huge hands lingered on your wide hips as you shifted so you were now facing him.

“You’ve blown them off three times already, you have to go.” You cupped his cheek, your thumb brushing along the 5 o’clock shadow that was already growing along his jaw.

“I’d rather you blow me off instead, sunny.” You smacked his chest as Bruce chuckled.

“Alright rein it in big boy, you’ll get your fill of me soon enough.” 

“I think you’ll find that it’s me that does the filling.” You glared at him and stepped away, making his hands fall from your body.

“Go, before I start to rethink about our ~plans~ for the weekend.” 

“Oh you fucking vixen. If I can sneak away from the boys tonight, you’re gonna be eating those words.” You spun on your heel, letting Bruce get a good look at your ass in the tight work skirt you knew he loved on you.

“I think you’ll find that you’ll be the one who will be eating. I’ll see you tomorrow Mr Wayne.” You cooed, not bothering to look back at him as you left Bruce standing in the middle of the hallway with a stunned expression and a straining in his pants.

——————

You were getting nervous now. You hadn’t seen Bruce in almost a week, which wasn’t unusual considering his ‘nightlife’ but to have no communication from him at all? That was completely out of the ordinary. There had been a message left on your office phone from his butler that Bruce had some business to attend to and would be unreachable for the foreseeable future but the way your stomach twisted in fear told you that something else was going on. He did not, in fact, sneak away that night to see you nor come to your apartment over the weekend as you both had planned. But there was nothing you could do without exposing your relationship.

So, you did what you could to keep WE functioning without him: misdirecting calls, charming impatient board members, even sending phoney emails from his account to placate people as with each passing day, that little spark of anxiety grew into a blazing fire. 

Then, at promptly 9 am on the sixth day of Bruce’s disappearance, your routine was disrupted once more. You were typing away at your computer, having been in the office for almost an hour already, when you heard the elevator doors slide open and the click of men’s formal shoes against the tile. You eyed the bottle of Tylenol on your desk, anticipating yet another headache from some prissy rich boy who couldn’t take no for an answer. But you froze as soon as an imposing figure turned the corner.

Your breath caught at the sight of him. Mostly unharmed, save for the wicked looking cut across his left eyebrow, he was dressed the same way he normally would, but there was something about his posture that was completely wrong.

“Bruce.” Your legs shook as you rose to your feet. His steely gaze flicked to you as he nodded politely, not even missing a beat in his stride.

“Miss Y/L/N.” His office door slammed shut behind him and you felt your heart splinter. Silence washed over the hall and for just a moment, you could almost believe that he had been a hallucination that your anxiety ridden mind had conjured up. The ping of an email notification from your computer broke you out of your desperate reasoning and suddenly you were following his steps.

Your knuckles curled over the steak knob, just as you had done so many times in the past and you pushed open the door. Bruce looked up from the pile of papers that you had left on his own desk over the past week, brandishing you with a look far more harsh than he had ever given you before.

“Bruce, what’s going on? You’ve been gone for days with no calls, no texts. I’ve been worried sick.” His jaw clenched, sending a shot of panic up your spine.

“Miss Y/L/N I don’t know where this feeling of entitlement has come from. What I do with my time is none of your business. I am your boss- not your friend and I would keep that in mind if you wish to keep your job.” He snarled. You physically recoiled as if he had struck you, unconsciously taking a step backwards. “Please refrain from using my first name, this is a place of business.”

Never, in your many years of working for this man, who was now a stranger, did he ever speak to you with such contempt, even hatred. And it broke your heart.

Your throat bobbed as you swallowed down tears. “Of course Mr Wayne, I apologise for my unprofessionalism.” He grunted in acknowledgement. Your hands shook as you closed the door to his office, shutting yourself out from the man you loved with every piece of you.

——————

There was no greater torture than this, you thought, to watch as your soulmate iced you out until you couldn’t remember what his warmth had felt like. When was the last time his name slipped past your lips or when yours escaped his. You were forced to see him almost every day and yet, he was more like a ghost to you.

He wouldn’t even speak to you anymore. At first, he kept his interactions with you to a few words in the mornings when he arrived and evenings when he would leave. But as the weeks carried on, he spoke less and less until he would barely even look at you as he passed.

Your chest burned with thousands of questions, each breath laced with the poison of doubt and fear. You wished for this behaviour to be some sick dream, oftentimes you thought that this could be a result of Scarecrow’s fear drug. But when you awoke each morning, you knew, deep down, that this was very real. You could only wonder if this was an inevitable fate that you were meant to suffer for loving someone as unobtainable as Bruce was.

You had known since the very first moment that his blue eyes held something more than friendship for you, that your love for him would always be greater than he would ever hold for you. You knew this, and yet you didn’t think you would have to accept such a devastating truth so soon. You were greedy for him and perhaps, you had taken too much.

“Y/L/N.” The sudden call of your name snapped you from your spiral of self-pity. You looked up and met the bright green eyes of the youngest Wayne. The ever-frowning Damian was now glaring at you, an almost perfect replica of his father. “Where is my father?”

“He’s-“ You cleared your throat, feeling incredibly uncomfortable under the 10 year old’s scrutinising gaze. “He’s in his office. You can go right in.” Damian observed you for another moment before he turned his nose up and walked past you. You breathed a sigh of relief as the door behind you opened and closed, seemingly leaving you alone once more.

“Are you quite alright Miss Y/N?” 

“Jesus!” You yelped in surprise, clutching your chest. The ever present force of Alfred looked down at you, lips pursed in concern. “Sorry, I didn’t see you come in.” 

“I believe it is I who should be apologising, I didn’t mean to frighten you. But, are you very sure you’re ok? You seem to be out of sorts.” He stepped closer, placing Damian’s jacket on the coat rack just beside the office door.

You waved him off, your throat suddenly thick with emotion. Alfred had always been immensely kind to you in the fleeting encounters you’d had with the man. And for a while, you believed that he knew about you and Bruce, but since he had been acting the same way since Bruce’s unexplained absence, you were obviously wrong. 

With a glance over your shoulder, as if to double check that your boss wasn’t listening in, you grabbed your purse from the floor and quickly slung it over your shoulder. “He doesn’t have any other meetings today so I think I may leave early. It was nice to see you, Alfred.”

And before he could even get a single word of protest out, you had already dashed to the elevator and slipped inside. As the reflective doors shut, you were able to catch the way Alfred frowned, his brown eyes dark as he watched you run.

You managed to hold off your sobs until you were safely in your car. Grief wrapped around your chest like a snake, slowly crushing your ribs inwards until all you could manage was small gasps of air as you slowly drowned in it. It was all getting too much, Bruce and work and this stupid fucking nausea that kept showing up at the worst times.

The stress was going to wear you down until you were nothing and what did you get out of it? A boss that couldn’t even look you in the eye even after years of sharing your life and your bed with him. He was acting like he didn’t even know your first name. You couldn’t keep doing this to yourself.

Tears still rolled down your rounded cheeks as the car’s engine turned over and you pulled out of your designated spot. The white paint that they used to write your name was chipping away, leaving a faded imprint of each letter like a child’s chalk drawing that was being washed away.

Your hiccuping sobs were slowly dying down until you pulled into your apartment complex and a notification appeared on your phone. The screen lit up the inside of your car, immediately drawing your attention to it.

‘Your period is 6 weeks late, is it stress or something more?’

——————

Silence in the office was not unusual for the top floor of Wayne Enterprises, though a complete lack of any noise was deeply concerning. Bruce once again glanced over his monitor to the open door where your vacant desk was clearly visible. His eyes flicked to the time displayed on the screen in front of him, you were over a half hour late and for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out why.

Just as Bruce was reaching over for his phone, you turned the corner. Your heels, far smaller than you normally wore he noted, clacked against the flooring as you strode towards him. Before you could spot him looking at you, he forced his gaze back down to the spreadsheets he hadn’t even bothered to read when he arrived this morning. His stomach fluttered as he heard you enter his office. Bruce tried to swallow the feeling down like he always did when you were around.

“I’m resigning.” His neck audibly popped as his head snapped up, suddenly all of his attention on you. Your hands trembled as you put a sheet of paper on his desk and quickly took a step back like a deer preparing to run. Bruce kept his eyes on you, the muscle in his jaw rolling as he bit back a thousand questions.

“I’m assuming this is effective immediately?” You nodded while he leaned back in his chair as nonchalantly as he could. “Is there any reason why? I thought you were happy working here.” 

Your left eye twitched but you steeled yourself with a deep breath. “I’m not obligated to tell you the reason why I’m leaving, just as you promised when you hired me. I have responsibilities elsewhere. I left candidates for your next secretary on my desk.” You turned on your heel, intent on leaving as quickly as you possibly could.

“Wait-“ Bruce darted out of his seat, sending it flying back as he rushed forwards. “Please I just want to know why, I think I deserve that much.” His large hand wrapped around your wrist in an iron grip, forcing you to stop your retreat.

“You’re a fucking asshole, you know that Bruce.” You didn’t even bother to look at him as you spoke. “I really thought you were different. But obviously, I was wrong. You’re so selfish and cruel and I made the mistake of falling in love with you.”

He stumbled back as you finally met his gaze. Your eyes were burning with a loathing that sent a chill to his bones. “So no, you don’t deserve to know why I’m leaving. Be glad I even did you the courtesy of giving you my resignation in writing.” You yanked your hand from his hold. “Goodbye Mr Wayne. Don’t contact me.”

And then you stormed out of his life, leaving the feared Bat of Gotham confused and with a massive pit in his heart.

——————

“Okay, so we agree that this isn’t an invasion of anyone’s privacy, Y/N or B’s, because it’s for the sake of the greater good.” Dick made eye contact with each of his younger siblings as if to reinforce this statement.

“Yeah cause if B doesn’t stop moping around and nagging us, I will actually kill him.” Jason quipped from where he was perched on the fire escape. Cass nodded in agreement from beside the bigger man as Steph snorted under her breath.

“I’m just here for the drama. I’ve never seen him acting like a moody teenager before. Babs wants me to keep her updated.” Dick sighed heavily, deciding to ignore her comment as he continued to address the others.

“We stay hidden and only observe. Got that Damian?” 

“Why am I being singled out when Drake was the one that hacked into her medical records?”

“For the last time, it wasn’t her medical records, it was just her employment records!” 

“Like that’s any better.” Tim glared at Duke.

“You’re the one who snitched.”

“Hey!” Dick stepped in before they could escalate their little squabble, “That doesn’t matter now. What does matter is finding out exactly what happened to make Y/N quit and B so fucking miserable.” 

“Ooo golden boy swore, guess that means it’s serious.” Jason jostled Cass with his shoulder as she giggled quietly. Dick rolled his eyes.

“If you’re not gonna take this seriously, you can just go home.” Red Hood rose to his feet, his gloved hands raised in surrender.

“I am taking this seriously, I just also enjoy annoying you. It’s called multitasking.” 

“Father is fine. I don’t understand why this is necessary.” Damian huffed from his place at Dick’s side. He had been adamant that nothing was wrong with Bruce, even after the increased number of injuries he had been receiving on a nightly basis and a general disinterest in anything besides crime fighting. All the kids knew that it was a problem but Damian got to go on more patrols so he was content.

“Because demon brat, ever since Y/N quit, he’s been in an awful-ass mood and has been making it our problem. I would rather not have the old man keep sticking his nose in my business just because he’s cranky.” 

“And-“ Duke shot Jason a look, “he’s getting extremely reckless. We’ve all seen the amount of med supplies he’s been going through. If we don’t find out what’s going on, he’s gonna end up in a body bag.” Silence fell upon the rooftop. 

We can help both of them. Cass signed. I really liked Y/N. She was nice.

Tim cleared his throat. “So, can we go now? The longer we’re not responding to Alfred, the more chance B comes after us.” Dick put his hand on Damian’s shoulder.

“Tim’s right. We stay low and we stay quiet. Duke, Jay you two go on ahead and we’ll follow behind. Do not engage and don’t be creepy.” He spoke specifically to Jason.

“This whole thing is fucking creepy but fine, I guess I won’t look in her nightstand.” And before Dick could even open his mouth to scold his younger brother, he was gone over the side of the building. Duke shrugged and followed after, his footsteps silent beneath the sounds of the city.

Damian jerked forwards but Nightwing’s grip on his shoulder kept him stuck to the spot. “You’re with Steph. You two keep an ear open for the big man but other than that, stay off the comms. Cass, Tim with me, we’ll cover the street and then come up behind.” Cass nodded and pulled her mask up higher over her nose, following after her older brothers.

“Are you sure about this Dick? If we’re wrong-“

“I know T, but what if we’re right? Something happened between those two and maybe, we can make it right. B isn’t himself and it’s affecting all of us.” Dick then released his youngest brother. “Remember, stay out of sight.” 

As soon as he disappeared into the night, Stephanie muttered. “This is bullshit.”

“I agree.”

Your apartment was easy to find— the 7th floor of a relatively upscale building, one that was suspiciously out of your price range. Jason raised an eyebrow at the double glazed window panes as well as the discreet sill reinforcements he could just make out around the edges of the glass. 

“She’s either extremely paranoid or someone else is.” Duke grunted in agreement.

“Think B is behind it?”

Jason shrugged as he lowered himself down onto the steel grate of the fire escape that snaked past the apartment’s windows. “That or she’s got a hell of a lot more secrets than we thought.” Duke dropped down beside him, the two of them moving in sync along the catwalk. 

The kitchen was dark, as was the living room. Duke’s head jerked to the right, drawing Jason’s eyes to the soft glow coming from the last window. He gently squeezed the shorter man’s shoulder as he slipped past. 

Jason pressed his bulk against the naked brick and crept his way forwards, keeping to the shadows as much as he could. Thin curtains covered the window from the inside, but it did nothing to hinder his view of the brightly lit bedroom. 

You were sitting in a rocking chair in the corner of the room, eyes locked onto a small black and white photo in your right hand. Your left gently cradled your belly, your thumb gently brushing over the soft layer of fat. Even through the haze of the sheer curtains, the sadness on your face was as clear as day.

Jason’s own eyes narrowed in on the image in your hand before he stumbled backwards, almost falling from the fire escape. His neck clicked as his eyes met Signal’s who was suddenly standing ram-rod straight.

“Holy shit she’s pregnant.” But before Duke or Jason could even begin to comprehend the magnitude of their discovery, the bedroom window slammed open and suddenly, you and the Red Hood were face-to-face.

“Do you all want to come in for tea or should I tell you to fuck off now?”

“Huh, I guess she did have some secrets.” You moved out of the way, letting Duke slip into the warm apartment and leaving Jason stunned for only a second before he clicked on his com system.

“Yo, we’ve been caught.” And then he followed behind.

The bedroom was smaller than he thought it would be, but it was cosy. A thick duvet on the bed, a candle on the vanity in the corner. It was… nice. Duke had already made himself comfortable at the kitchen counter by the time Jason stepped out of the bedroom. The thick black and yellow helmet he donned was neatly placed on the chair beside him.

“Dude.” Jason whined but his little brother only smiled at him, his eyes crinkling in the corners.

“Would you like milk in your tea Jason?” 

“What the fu- goddamnit. Yes and honey too please.” You hummed softly and set the kettle on the stove.

“I take it the same way. Mugs are in the cabinet above the sink, grab them for me. Duke, would you mind opening the front door, I’d rather not have mud tracked into my bedroom.” The teen dutifully stalked off as Jason retrieved said mugs and set them down on the counter. His own helmet soon joined his brother’s as he leaned against the wall across from you.

You continued to fuss about the kitchen, pulling out some biscuits and sugar as well. “It’s Bruce’s isn’t it?” Your body stuttered but you were quickly composed once more, though you did not look Jason’s way.

“I think you already know the answer to that.” He lurched forward as if he were about to defend his adoptive father but then just as suddenly, he leaned back and pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“Jesus. I just thought you got sick of him.” You chuckled under your breath though it was plain enough that there was no joy in it. You looked truly exhausted as you placed a tea bag in each mug, the dark circles that marred your face almost broke Jason’s heart. 

“You’ll find that it’s the other way around.” But before he could open his mouth to object, the rest of his siblings burst into the apartment, led by a frazzled Dick.

“How!” 

“I would appreciate it if you didn’t yell in my apartment Richard, I don’t want a noise complaint.” Dick’s jaw shut with an audible click, his shoulders slouching in defeat.

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good dog.” Steph cooed as she strutted past, her own mask already off and safely tucked into her belt. She gunned straight for the freshly poured tea. The others shambled around the stunned man, each finding their own spot in your apartment. 

The air was stale with questions that none of them wanted to ask though the answers were obvious. Damian settled himself beside you, the top of his head just barely peeking out over the top of the stone counter. The blank white eyes of his mask were fixed on the steaming mugs.

“This is acceptable.” This time your laugh was genuine as you gently pushed the largest mug towards the 10 year old who quickly snatched it off the counter. Jason noticed the way the tension in your shoulders gradually eased as each of his siblings took their own tea, filling the room with quiet murmurings. 

Dick was the last to approach you. “So you know.”

You nodded and offered him his own cup. “I know. Figured it out pretty soon after I was hired.” 

He gratefully took the mug, letting its warmth seep into his gloved hands as he sank onto a chair from the dining room. You smiled sweetly at him before your attention was pulled away by Steph who interpreted for Cass. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

You shrugged, the fingers of your left hand brushed against the swell of your belly. “What could I have said ‘hey I know you and your kids dress up in costumes and run around Gotham at night punching people, anyway, can you sign this document?’. Bruce- Mr Wayne and I had an understanding; I don’t mention the whole bat thing and he actually starts doing work and showing up on time. Plus a great health care package.”

“Apparently that wasn’t the only package you were getting.” The words had barely left Jason’s mouth before Cass slapped the back of his head, hard. “Fuck! What was that for?” She gave him a withering look then met your eyes once more with a silent apology.

You smiled at her and continued. “I wouldn’t put it as crassly but yes, we were together. Our anniversary was supposed to be next week.” 

“And now you’re pregnant.” You nodded at Duke.

“I’m 12 weeks as of yesterday.”

Tim cleared his throat but kept his eyes locked on his now empty mug. “There was an incident during patrol a few weeks ago. Bruce got hit with a new serum scarecrow had been developing and- it was really bad. He threw himself at walls and us, screaming about how he needed pain. We were only able to stop him when he knocked himself out on a pipe. He was in really bad shape, when he finally woke up after three days, he couldn’t even remember his own name.

“We all had to come home and essentially re-introduce ourselves to him but he did remember us, some just took longer than others. He recognised Cass as soon as she smiled at him while it took Dick swinging from the chandelier in the dining room for it to click.” Dick’s cheeks warmed in embarrassment.

“I did what I had to do.”

“Tt, you just wished to show off Grayson.” Damian chose to speak up then, making you jump as his voice was far closer than it had been a few minutes before. The youngest Wayne now stood at your hip, barely an inch of space between the two of you. “Father remembered me the quickest.”

Jason rolled his eyes. “Oh yeah definitely, it had nothing to do with you getting upset and throwing a temper tantrum for him to remember.” Damian glared at his older brother but made no move to stray from your side. 

“Anyway.” Tim continued. “After what happened we’ve been trying to help him but-“

“He’s fucking miserable.” Duke interrupted, “He has been since the accident and even more so after you quit. At least hear him out.” Duke leaned forward, planting his elbows onto the kitchen counter. “At least you should tell him about the baby so he could help support you.” His voice strained like he was on the edge of tears.

“Your father doesn’t owe me anything. I was greedy and I took too much. I-“ You choked on your words and suddenly, you were just a heartbroken girl standing in front of them. “I just want peace now so I think it would be best if you all forgot about me, about this. I get that you want to protect your father and under any other circumstance, I would agree with you but even if what you said is true, then why hasn’t he remembered me? We were together for almost four years, and saw each other every day. If he needed to see me to jog his memory or talk to me then that would’ve been solved the day he walked back into the office. He doesn’t want to remember- he doesn’t want me.”

No one spoke until you cleared your throat and turned towards the kitchen sink, your back now to the whole group. “I think you all should leave. Just forget tonight ever happened. We’re not your concern and we certainly aren’t Bruce’s. I appreciate that you all care so much but I don’t think this is something that can be fixed.” 

“But-“ Steph tried.

“Please, go. This hurts enough as it is, don’t make it worse.” 

Dick sighed. “She’s right. Let’s give her some space. C’mon.” You ignored the way their pitying looks burned against the back of your neck as they each walked out the door, donning their masks once more until Dick was the last one in your apartment. “Here’s my number, call if you need anything at all. And I mean anything, even if it’s for stupid cravings. You may think that Bruce abandoned you but I won’t.” 

He gave your shoulder a friendly squeeze before slipping out behind his siblings.

You waited until the door shut to finally cry, not knowing that all the kids could hear you.

——————

“Do you ever want to tell them about us?” Your voice was soft, as if you were whispering a dark secret. Bruce’s heart thumped loudly beneath your ear as you rested on his naked chest. You traced the pale lines of scars that littered his torso, occasionally pressing soft kisses to his overheated skin. 

His large hand cupped the back of your head as he let his lips brush against your crown. “Maybe one day princess. But I want to keep you to myself just a bit longer.” You wanted to protest but the fight was quickly stolen from you as Bruce rolled you onto your back, slotting himself between your plump thighs as you felt him harden once more. “Let me spoil my girl in peace.”  Any protests you had were quickly drowned out as he pulled moans from you. 

Bruce lurched up with a gasp, desperately trying to suck in oxygen as the dream replayed in his mind. It felt so real but there is no way that it could be, he would’ve remembered it by now if it was.

“Fuck.” His ribs screamed in protest at his violent awakening. Even a month after his run in with the Scarecrow, his body was barely recovering and he could feel pieces of his mind that had still yet to fit themselves back into place. 

The blaring green light from the clock on his nightstand told him that he had only been asleep for an hour, an improvement after he recovered from the concussion but still not great. The cold hardwood sent a jolt of alertness up his spine, but did nothing to subdue the torrent of images that flashed in his mind every time he so much as blinked. 

The curve of your shoulder as water droplets ran down your back. 

Bruce rocked his weight forward and stood with a groan.

Your thick thighs wrapped around his hips as he gripped you by the waist and thrust downwards.

He slipped a shirt over his shoulders, and tugged on a pair of sweats as he headed for the door to his bedroom.

Candle light flickering across your face as you cradled him against your chest, his lips branding every inch of skin he could reach.

“What a fucking pervert.” He snarled to himself. All you had ever been was kind to him, and respectful. And yet he was imagining you in his bed. Not only in his bed, some twisted part of his mind coos. His nails bit into his palm as he swallowed thickly.

It started the first day back after his ‘accident’. Bruce vaguely knew who you were, fleeting memories of your job interview and casual conversations at the beginning of the work day. Alfred had told him of your intelligence and hard work but none of his family could recall anything other than a professional relationship between the two of you.

The second he saw you, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. He wanted to touch you, kiss you, just be in your presence but how could he? You were young, his secretary and you would be in danger if he indulged. And still, you remained.

For weeks, Bruce buried himself in the mystery of you. He needed to know what it was about you that captivated him. Yet none of the information he uncovered gave him answers and you still remained in his dreams. He pushed himself into patrols, into training and work. He had already been on the end of dozens of lectures from Alfred and Dick (and one very strange one from Damian), he kept pushing on.

The cave’s chill sliced through him as Bruce stepped from the elevator and he was greeted by the sight of his oldest and youngest bickering by the huge wall of monitors. He ignored them.

The police scanner was suspiciously silent as he took a seat in front of his workbench. “You shut off the alert system.” His voice was raspy from disuse but it immediately silenced his boys and drew their gaze to him.

“Grayson did it. I was just informing him how irresponsible he’s being.”

“And I was telling Damian that you need a break, desperately.”

“Chum-“

“No. I’m serious Bruce, you’re actively fucking killing yourself and I won’t let you. Jason and Cass are covering your patrols for the foreseeable future and you are staying put. I am sick of this stupid self-destruction rampage you’re going on.” 

Dick’s phone suddenly rang, the default tone echoing around the cave for a moment before he fished it from his pocket and answered. “Grayson.” As the person on the other end spoke, his eyebrows scrunched and his jaw tightened.

“Which hospital are they taking you to? Ok, I’ll meet you there, just keep breathing, everything's going to be fine.” The line went dead. Dick regarded his father with a look. “I have to go but this is not the end of this conversation.” Before he could take a step towards the exit, Damian grabbed his brother’s hand.

“Is Y/N hurt?” There were moments like this where Dick cursed the fact that his little brother was so observant. He could see Bruce sit up, his focus no longer on the work in front of him. 

“She’s fine, just a little scared but she’ll be alright.”

Then Damian did something so dumb, Dick knew that it was on purpose. “Is the baby ok?” 

There was a beat, then another as he waited on his father’s reaction. Damian had already tried to jog his memory on the topic of you but nothing ever worked and he only succeeded in pissing off his siblings who tried to get him to understand that it wasn’t his decision to make. “The baby?” Bruce whispered like the air had just been knocked from his lungs.

Dick’s temples pulsed with the beginning of a migraine and he glowered at the young boy. “The baby is fine, they’re gonna run some tests. You stay here and we’re going to have a very long talk when I get back.”

“Y/N’s pregnant?” He ignored his father and instead shook off Damian before he jogged to the elevator. So instead Bruce looked to the boy that stood alone in front of the wall of glowing monitors. “Is-is the baby-“

“It appears as though I won’t be the youngest any longer. If you run, you could catch up.” 

Bruce’s stomach dropped. “I-“

Damian glared at him. “Go.”

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“I’m only taking you because I think that you’re still listed as her emergency contact so I need you in order to visit.” Bruce nodded solemnly as Dick pulled into a parking spot in the hospital garage. “You will not talk to her, you won’t even fucking look at her.” He took his father’s silence as agreement.

The powerful engine cut off and without another word, he stepped from the car, expecting Bruce to follow behind. Bruce had always hated hospitals, the air too stale from all the cleaning chemicals they used, the silence, the blinding lights. But if you were here, he would spend the rest of his life on the uncomfortable waiting room chairs just to make sure you were safe.

“I’m here to see Y/N Y/L/N, she called me from the ambulance.” The older nurse at the check-in desk raised her eyebrow at the pair.

“She’s in room 335. Down the hall, third door on your right.”

“Thank you.” Bruce trailed along behind his son, the questions in his mind building up higher and higher with each step he took. But all he could concentrate on was if you were ok.

Dick gave him a warning look as they reached the room. “It’s me, can I come in?” There was a muffled response and then Dick slipped inside, quickly shutting the door behind him. 

The hall was now only filled with the beeping machines from other rooms and the occasional call over the pa system, leaving nothing to distract Bruce from the fear that curled around his heart. He knew what he was going to do was a bad idea, one that could have the potential to destroy not only any redemption with you but might fracture the already tumultuous relationship he had with his son.

But he had to see you, just once.

As quietly as he could, Bruce grabbed the door handle and slowly pushed his way in, praying that the hinges didn’t squeak. 

“I’m ok, I just got a bit dizzy and fell down like 1 step. I think the ambulance was totally unnecessary.”

Dick shook his head. “Will you just let someone take care of you for once?”

You chuckled softly and took his hand in such a maternal fashion, it made Bruce’s heart lurch in his chest. “I called, didn't I?”

The door swung fully open, hitting the wall behind with a resounding thud. Both your attentions snapped to Bruce.

You sat up in bed on the opposite side of the room, dressed in a flimsy hospital gown and illuminated by harsh lights but you were still the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Your fading smile was tired and your eyes bloodshot from crying and Bruce realised that you were comforting Dick, not the other way around. He hadn’t seen you smile in so long.

“Why is he here?” You hissed and visibly curled in on yourself, arms around your stomach. 

“Bruce-“

“I know you.”

He knew each dip and bump and curve of your soft body, the colour of your eyes in the sun and how different they were under fluorescent lights, which hairstyle you wore indicating what mood you were in.

He knew your insecurities and your trauma, you hated humidity but didn’t mind the heat, the names of all your plants, and the way you would smile just a bit brighter and just a bit wider when children or animals were around.

He knew you loved him.

Bruce Wayne knew he loved you.

“I-I know you.” His voice shook as he took a step towards you yet this time, you didn’t flinch away. “Sunny. My sun. My light.” 

“Bruce.” A tear rolled down your cheek.

“I’m so sorry.” He fell to his knees beside you, his head bowed. “I’m sorry my love. I didn’t mean to, I didn’t- Why couldn’t I remember?” He sobbed.

“It doesn’t matter now.” Your fingers, your perfect delicate fingers, brushed away his tears before you gently cupped his cheeks, lifting his gaze back up to meet yours. 

“I was so horrible to you, I didn’t know. And you’re- god you’re pregnant.” His hands slid up the side of the bed, cupping your thigh over the scratchy hospital blankets. You nodded and guided them higher so his palms spread over your growing stomach. “Wow I guess I really did do the filling huh?”

“Oh god, ‘m gonna throw up.” 

You laughed as Bruce bashfully looked over at his son. “Sorry chum.”

“I’m gonna go get some coffee, by the time I get back, you two better be fully dressed.” Your lips snapped shut as you looked away in embarrassment and it was Bruce’s turn to chuckle.

“Sunny, I’m so sorry, you deserved so much better.” 

“Will you stop that? I know it wasn’t your fault.”

“But it still hurt you and I made a promise to never do that. So please, let me grovel.” He laid his head onto your thigh while you threaded your fingers into his hair.

“What made you remember?”

“Your smile. I realised that I would always remember your smile and then everything came flooding back.”

“You’re a fucking sap you know that.” You tugged on his hair but Bruce just smiled dumbly at you before he smirked.

“Marry me.”

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[your-nanas-house]

crane with a fem reader who stalks him. and since hes obsessed with fear, maybe hes super into it bc the feeling of being watched scares him?

Sure!! Sorry if it took me so long 🙏❤️ Amazing idea/concept, truly!!!!

Pleasurable fear

◇ Pairing: Jonathan Crane X stalker fem!Reader

◇ Warnings: stalking, masturbation, Jonathan fear kink, ill love.

◇ Summary: Jonathan can't help to get off at the thought of his stalker.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

It was quite common there in Gotham, nothing to be surprised or confused about... many people there were criminals or insane. So a stalker was actually the daily thing of the day for three quarters of the population.

It was Jonathan's first time, though, he usually was the one to scare people and do some crime not vice versa.

Therefore he sure was not used to the tickling feeling of fear or the layers of cold sweat that most people had tried in the presence of his alter ego... the Scarecrow. But since almost three months now he had tried on his skin most of the feelings, discovering that way that the arousal he felt mostly just when scaring his victims... was as strong as the feeling of fear he felt by being constantly watched, in danger, loved in such a ill way and threatened with sweet, intimate, written words.

The simple thought of the situtation the man was in did not fail to awaken that desire in him, waking up his primal needs by letting the blood rush right to his most intimate parts.

During a particular day he took his time to walk to his apartment slower than usual, not bothering to take his car just in hope to feel the familiar feeling of being followed.

It sure worked, his body trembled slightly as the goosebumps kicked in and his blood started to slowly rush down to his cock as it got more intense.

The man could even hear the footsteps of his stalker if he focused closely— he could have took a glimpse just to feed his curious mind. So he did, turning slightly around as soon as he reached a stop light, just to notice some citizens that kept walking and a young woman that stopped right next to him.

Her perfume invaded his nostrils and the tons of good smelling letters hit him like a train as soon as they rushed out of the back of his head.

The stalker was a she and it was confirmed.

Her hands were hidden in her pockets and Jonathan's heart started to beat faster... his mind filled with options and scenarios when they could finally cross the road.

The only thought was to reach his apartment as soon as possible since his painful erection wanted to find release and the lingering perfume of fear didn't had to disappear before the man could be fully satisfied.

His mind was clouded and his feet now working on their own, bringing him automatically back to the building, up to his apartment and in to his bedroom. His hands opened up the curtains and he got quickly undresses with cool lube on his hard rock dick.

His right hand wrapped around it, jerking and squeezing while it used the liquid as a lubricant to increase the pleasure, helped also by his left hand which was busy working his heavy balls.

It was quite pathetic to watch but he didn't care, finding shamelessly his release just a couple of minutes later. His body convulsing as the climax hit him and his cum shoot out in roaps, dirtying his hand and stomach.

"Shit—" Jonathan cursed under his breath as he relaxed slowly back on the mattress; a shiver run down his back as soon as he felt a pair of eyes on him again.

[gallusrostromegalus]

oh my god I am frothing at the mouth PLEASE tell us about how Unohana is SO WEIRD ACTUALLY

(her reveal is my favorite thing in the whole series and I was obsessed with Bleach for a good long time)

I love Unohana. She's magnificently insane and deliciously fun to write so far.

My take on AEIWAM Unohana is that fundamentally, she just wants to be happy.

Oh, that doesn't sound too nuts. I hear you say.

Yeah, but I also headcanon that she has ADHD. We joke a lot about it on this site, but if you have the good fortune to have functioning dopamine factories, allow me to explain the worst part of it, for me.

There's no passive happiness.

Most people, as I understand it, if left to their own devices without undue stressors like capitalism or any particular stimulation, tend to be able to feel pretty okay most of the time. Which fascinates me because if I am left alone without undue stressors but no stimulation, my malfunctioning dopamine factories will shut down and I will rapidly develop a terrible black depression and paranoia that life is cruel and I will never experience happiness again and also my appetite vanishes and sleep cycle collapses and I will end up mentally and physically distraught, sometimes in less than an hour.

So I've always got to be doing something, or The Horrors get me.

So imagine Unohana, and with a brain that wants to die if she gets bored... living in fantasy magical ancient japan. Not much to do, out in the early days of the soul society, besides being attatcked by monsters, or participating in warfare, or starving to death. the first two, at least, get the blood pumping, but the first is difficult to come by regularly, so as a young woman, the most interesting thing that happens to her on the regular is Mortal Combat.

And how exciting it is! Adrenaline! Dopamine! And on the rare occasions she meets a fellow combat enthusiast, she also gets one of the best things about ADHD- Recognition Responsive Euphoria. You know that great feeling you get at Con or meeting another person with your special interest and you guys just VIBE and it feels like you've been best friends for life in less than five minutes? Yeah, apparently Non-ADHD people don't get that.

So naturally, she develops her skill in combat, not in pursuit of Honor or The Art or something nebulous like, that, but in the simple Pursuit of Happiness. She gets very good at it, and a lot of people die.

But she starts getting... too good at it. The fights don't last, there's nobody willing- let alone able, to meet her on her level and the previous joy she felt fades and fades until she is once again left in the darkness.

Then, a Miracle happens! Some punk stabs her in the lung :)

Man, what an evening for her. Kills a hundred men with barely a stroke and there's no more joy in the world for her when suddenly some barely-legal scarecrow looking bastard with a raggedy sword he pulled out of someone else's corpse appears at the top of the pile of bodies and then goes Ape. Fucking. Shit. on her.

It's the most fun she's had in ages! He's strong and fast and his moves are inefficient but delightfully unpredictable and by the GODS the STAMINA! Alright, she might be 1,000 years his senior but in the soul society age really is just a number and she can't help but be charmed.

So she flirts back by nearly cutting his face off. This DELIGHTS him!

And there it is again, that sudden feeling of intimacy between like-minded individuals, only these two ships aren't passing in the night, there' here to make Titanic 2: Electric Boogaloo. They make eye contact, and know-they're just like me.

True Love is a wonderful thing.

It's also a great opportunity for a surprise thrust and she only sort of manages to block it, and despite the feeling of blood pooling in her lung, she returns the blow full across his chest.

She staggers back, coughing.

He, miraculously, sits up, coughing. He won't die if he can crawl off somewhere to lick his wounds, but he can't continue the fight either.

She stands up, teeth gritted through the pain, and sheathes Minazuki. "What's your name?" She asks. "So I may find you to fight again."

"Don't have one." he wheezes. "But I'll never forget yours."

She's had men spit that as a threat to her before. It sounds very different as a declaration of love.

"Yachiru." she says, trying to not cough up blood. "Unohana Yachiru."

*

A Year later, there's a problem.

Soul Society has a bit of a problem with lungs. They can make entire fake bodies for shinigami to travel the living world, but individual organs, especially lungs... never seem to transplant well. Perhaps it's the fact they're already dead.

Her left lung is "healed" in the sense that it no longer has extraneous holes in it, but... Godsdammit, she still has all the power but none of the stamina. Barely 10 minutes into a fight and she's wheezing worse than The Old Man. 20 minutes and her hands are starting to shake and she's seeing spots in her eyes because she can't breathe well enough to keep the oxygen in her veins. Her fights usually last seconds so functionally she's still one of the most powerful people in the afterlife but it's a far cry from where she was before.

She can no longer be the 11th division's Kenpachi. Hell, she can no longer be the woman she was before.

"Unless you figure out some new medical miracles, this is as healed as it's going to get." Explains the chief medical officer after yet another frustrating checkup.

"...If that's what it takes." She decides.

The next morning she re-enrolls in the Shinigami Academy, under the name Unohana Retsu. The sole change she makes to her appearence is to braid her hair down the front of her chest because people WILL ask about the scar, and she doesn't want to think about how badly she's letting down that warrior with no name.

Either she needs to learn how to get back to his level, or find a new rival and learn to heal them to actually last the 20 minutes she has, or she'll die.

She studies.

To her vast surprise, bodies are actually fascinating. She'd previously seen that there were lots of interesting organs inside people but now learning what they are and how they work and the fact that the human body is already astonishingly death-resistant compared to most animals AND a carefully balanced meat sculpture minutes away from catastrophic failure at all times delights. She learns about the extreme ways humans can survive and the bizarrely mundane ways they can die, and she starts to form an idea- not an image, not a philosophy per se- but a working theory of how to keep someone alive and moving for as long and far as they will go, and what they need to stay upright.

This idea shines so brightly that it can keep that terrible darkness away.

The century practically flies by, and one night she stays up manually pumping the mechanism on a device used to keep the also-failing lungs of a young boy going after the power goes out. He's been blessed by A God that he's lived as long as he has, but even Gods can fuck up sometimes and she effectively has to breathe for him for twelve hours until the God gets its shit back together and he can breathe under his own power again.

"Hell of a fight you put in, keeping him alive." says one of her colleagues, collapsing beside her out in the 4th division medical garden where all the doctors go to smoke.

Retsu slowly exhales the smoke, fatigued but still coming down from the high of success. She cocks her head. Her body aches and her mind races and her heart thrills, just like- "I guess it was. " she realizes. "Interesting fight, going 12 hours in the ring with a dying child and winning because he walked away at the end." She laughs, and hands him the cigarette to share.

"You weirdo." he colleague laughs. He's far too young to remember when she was Yachiru. Most of them are these days, and it's a weird sort of peaceful anonymity and personal joke. "You weren't fighting the kid. If we were actually allowed to fight patients, I'd've stabbed the Kuchki hypochondriac decades ago." he grumbles, taking his own drag.

She snorts. "Who was I fighting then?"

"Death?" smoke billows out as he laughs, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

She freezes. Oh. Oh. That's why she likes this so much. She's gone from fighting mere men to the one opponent she knows she can win battles with, but never the war, and who will defeat her personally someday.

"Are. Are you crying?" he asks, a little worried.

"I- yes." She laughs, tears streaming down her face. "I just fell in love all over again."

"Ouch." he nods sympathetically, offering her the cigarette back. "Who with?"

"Death's own Angel, apparently." She giggles, feeling positively prepubescent with this crush.

And thus she goes on, for centuries, learning everything there is to know about bodies and minds and how the two keep each other going and the ways she can help. She gets very good at it, and a many more people do not die.

But there is a special, secret place in her heart for that nameless warrior that defeated her in battle, and made her stronger than every before.

*

Nearly 1,000 years after she stopped being Kenpachi, she is supervising the annual "see if you can kill the captain" tournament. Her colleague Kaname is there, a walking anxiety disorder with undoubtedly real but strangely hard to diagnose phantom pains, but he's still easily in her top 10 coworkers of all time because he made her a new medical record filing system so functional they were actually able to recataloge three millennia of medical records into a usable format in under a decade. He can come twitching into her office any time he likes, especially if it gets her that mass vaccination process for the Rukongai he's been biting The Old Man's heels for.

Then

as suddenly as he had appeared the first time,

He's back.

He's older now and larger, having matured into a spectacular bastard, but there's no mistaking that cutting edge on his reiatsu (which, oh, that has gotten much, much stronger since last time) or that scar running down his face as he turns from where he had just cleft the previous Kenpachi in twain, and stares out into the crowd in the shower of blood, challenging anyone to do something about it. Hell, even when Yamamoto appears to congratulate him on his promotion, Death's own angel's first reaction is to turn to fight the old man without hesitation.

He then promptly picks three different fights with four captains in under five minutes, tells Yamamoto to shove the job up his ass, imply he's had a WILD collection of vocations in the last millennium and furthermore, he has to get home to his daughter.

...Named Yachiru.

Hilariously, Unohana is only having the second weirdest time about this here, because Kaname and Kenpachi are, somehow, even weirder than she is.

[mythicalcowboyatheart]

The Crow and The Robin

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Jonathan Crane x robin!reader 

Warnings: SMUT, oral (m and f receiving), Crane a creep, PWP

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You work as a vigilante in Gotham alongside Bruce. One day, during a mission alone, you were caught off guard and found yourself being taken down by Scarecrow. You expected a reaction, but he simply looked at you; his eyes were so blue.

he effortlessly spins you around to face him. You fight against his grip and failed.

"I simply must know" he murmured, and then his mask disappeared.

you look him in the eyes "Dr Crane!" You gasp in shock

he smirked at the sound of his name leaving your lips, he knew you would recognize him eventually

"There it is, the sound of fear in your voice. How lovely."

he chuckled as he pinned your arms above your head, straddling you

You struggle against him "no let go! get off me!"

he laughed and pressed his body against yours, pinning you even further

"You know that's not going to happen, darling. Not when I've finally gotten you right where i want you."

"what do you what form me" you ask still trying to get out of his grip.

he gripped your wrists tighter, a dangerous smirk on his face

"I want you in so many ways darling. But first..."

he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear

"I want to see that pretty little face contorted with fear and despair."

"no...no please don't.." you plead fighting in his grip

he chuckled, clearly enjoying the way you begged and fought against him

"Begging won't do you any good, darling. You're mine now, and there's nothing you can do about it."

he pressed his body harder against yours, his lips grazing the skin of your neck

You gasp as you feel him get hard against you.he smirked against your skin as he heard the gasp, his body reacting to your close proximity

"Feeling a little flustered, darling?"

he whispered, his lips moving up your neck and towards your ear

You whimper slightly "please let me go"

he chuckled again, the sound low and seductive as he pulled away to look at your masked face

"let's get rid of this mask"

"no" you beg

he chuckled again, ignoring your plea.

"I'm not asking, darling. I'm telling you."

he began to slowly pull the mask away from your face, his eyes watching you intently You try to move your head away from him but can't.

he grabs your chin and forces you to look at him

'Stop fighting it, darling. You know you can't win against me."

he continued to slowly pull the mask away, revealing more and more of your face

You closed your eyes as if it would help you hide your face

he smirked as he removed the mask completely, his eyes roaming over your exposed face

"No need to hide, darling, You're absolutely gorgeous."

You open your eye. he chuckled softly as he looked at your face, his eyes widening slightly as he recognized you.

"Well, well, well... if it isn't one of my favorite students."

"please let me go doctor Crane"

he chuckled again, his grip on your wrists tightening as he leaned in close

"And why would I do that, sweetheart? You're right where I want you. At my mercy."

"Bat Man is on his way he wont hold back if he sees you on me like this, let me go i won't tell him who you are" you threat

he sooffs at the mention of Batman, a look of amusement on his face

"Batman? You think I care about him? Please, darling. I've been toying with him for years.

he moves closer, his body pressing against yours again, his lips next to your ear

"No one is going to save you. You're mine now, whether you like it or not."

"why? Why do you want me?"

he pulled back slightly, looking into your eyes as he spoke, his voice low and possessive

"Why do I want you? Because you're the only one who intrigued me, the only one who's ever been able to get under my skin."

he gently brushed a strand of hair out of your face

"You're strong, smart, and beautiful. I've been drawn to you since the moment I laid eyes on you."

"please let me go ill do anything thing tou want ill be yours just let me go"

his smirk widened at your offer, his eyes darkening with desire

"Anything, you say? You'll do anything i want, and you'll be mine?"

You nod "yes as long as you let me go"

he leaned in close, his lips almost touching yours as he spoke, his voice a low whisper

"Very well, darling. I'll make you a deal. I'll let you go... but only if you promise to come back to me willingly."

"okay... okay"

he released your wrists, his hands slowly sliding down your body as he pulled away

"Good girl."

he stepped back, allowing you to sit up but his eyes never left your body. 

You pause for a minute realizing theres probably more to what he wants

he chuckled, seeing the realization in your eyes

"Ah, I see you're catching on. Yes, darling, there is more to it than just letting you go."

"what do you want dr Crane?"

he took a step closer to you, his eyes roaming over your body hungrily

"I want to fuck you senseless before you go, so I know you'll come back to me."

Your eyes widen in shock

he chuckled at your expression, enjoying the look of surprise on your face. 

"What, did you think I was going to let you go without getting a taste of you first? I've wanted you for too long, darling. And now that I have you.... I'm not letting you go that easily."

"okay...fine."

he smirked, his eyes darkening with lust as he closed the distance between you

"Good girl. Always so willing to please, aren't you?"

You avoid eye contact he chuckled again, tilting your chin up to make you look at him

"Ah ah, don't look away. I want you to look at me while I have you."

You look into his eyes and nod

he smiled, his fingers trailing down your neck and to your shoulder and down your back as he slowly unzips your costume

"That's it, darling. Keep looking at me. I want to see every expression on your beautiful face"

You continue to look in Cranes eyes, your face Turning slightly pink

he notices the flush on your cheeks and grins

"Oh, look at you, getting all flustered already. You're so cute when you blush."

Your face turns a darker shade of pink at this comment. Then your face turns fully red as he finishes unzipping the back

he chuckled again, enjoying the way your face turned red as the costume fell open, revealing more of your skin. 

"There we go. Much better."

he slowly slides the costume off your shoulders, his fingers tracing over your skin as he does so

You shiver slightly at the touch.

he smirks at your shiver, his hands continuing to move down your body, now tracing over your stomach and hips

"Are you cold, darling? Or is it something else that's making you shiver?"

You dont respond but instead you remove the rest of the costume reviling a dark red matching bra and pantie set

his eyes darken even more as he takes in the sight of you in your underwear, his hands now roaming over your thighs

"Oh, darling... you look absolutely divine. This is a sight I could get used to seeing." 

You rest your arms on his shoulders and start to kiss up his neck

he lets out a low groan as your lips touch his neck, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he tilts his head to give you better access

"Mmm, that's it, baby. Keep doing that..."

You begin to unbutton Jon's shirt and kiss the newly exposed skin

he closes his eyes, letting out a shaky breath as you continue to kiss his skin, his hands moving to your waist pulling you closer

"You're driving me crazy, darling. Keep going, and I won't be able to hold back."

"do i make you nervous Dr Crane?" You ask against his skin giveing up on the buttons and ripping his shirt as you kiss from his neck and down his stomach you look up at you through my eyelashes as you get on your knees.

he looks down at you, his eyes dark with lust as you rip open his shirt and kneel before him

"Nervous? No, darling. You make me weak"

he reaches down, running his fingers through your hair, gently tilting your head back to look up at him

You smile and reach to undo his belt not braking eye contact

he lets out a shaky exhale as you start to undo his belt, his grip on your hair tightening slightly

"Good girl. You're such a tease, you know that?"

You laugh and unbutton and unzip his pants, then pull them down to his knees and press soft kisses on his thighs.

he shudders as your lips touch his thighs, his body responding to your touch with a growing need

"Fuck... keep going, baby. Don't stop."

you pull boxers down and watch as his  cock springs out of them. You wrap your hand around the base and pump your hand up and down untill his fully hard

he lets out a deep groan, his head tilting back as you take him in your hand, his body trembling with desire

"Oh, God... yes... just like that, darling. Don't stop... don't you dare stop."

You smile as you give a small lick to the tip of Jon's cock

he gasps as your tongue touches his tip his hips jerking slightly in response

"Ah... god, you're going to be the death of me..."

You giggle as you take only the head of his cock in your mouth and slowly suck and lick

he moans loudly, his fingers gripping your hair tightly as you tease him with your mouth

"Goddamn... your mouth feels incredible... don't be a tease, darling.... take more..."

You hum against his cock and take him deeper in your mouth and continue to pump what you cant fit in your mouth with your hand

he lets out a guttural moan, his body trembling as you take him deeper into your mouth

"Yes... just like that... oh, baby... you're doing so good...

he looks down at you, watching as you work his cock with your mouth and hand, his eyes filled with lust and adoration.

You bob your head and move your hand a bit faster

he groans again, his grip on your hair tightening even more as you increase the pace, his breathing becoming ragged and uneven

"Fuck... I'm not gonna last much longer like this... you're too damn good..."

You remove your mouth from his cock but still move your hand 

"ware do you want to cum Dr. Crane?"

he groans in frustration as you remove your mouth, but he manages to speak through his ragged breaths

"In... your mouth... I want to come in your pretty little mouth, darling..." you take him back in your mouth and hollow your cheeks.

he lets out a strangled moan as you take him back in your mouth, his body tensing as he feels the pleasure building

"Yes... just like that... I'm so close... so close for you, darling..."

You grab his hand and place it on the back of your head he looks at you for a moment, his eyes dark and filled with desire as he understands what you want him to do. He tangles his fingers in your hair, holding your head firmly as he begins to thrust into your mouth, his movements becoming rough and urgent

he notices the way you grip his thighs, the slight pain sending a thrill through him.

"Mmm, do you like that, darling? Do you like feeling me lose control like this?"

he thrusts harder into your mouth, his breathing becoming more ragged and desperate

You hum and clinch yout thighs together he notices the movement of your thighs and smirks

"Oh, I can tell you're enjoying this just as much as I am, darling. Your body is so responsive to me... so sensitive..."

You hun arouyhin again he moans loudly as you hum around him again, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through his body

"You're driving me insane... I'm not gonna last much longer, darling... you're gonna make me come so hard..."

he shudders as you draw shapes on his thighs, the gentle touch almost too much for him to handle

"Fuck... baby... I'm so close... just a little more... I'm gonna come down your throat..."

Your hand that was on his cock moves to massage his balls he lets out a loud, strangled moan as your hand moves to his balls, the added stimulation pushing him even closer to the edge

"Oh god... yes... right there, darling... keep doing that... I'm going to come..." 

his body tenses and he lets out a final, guttural moan as he finally reaches his climax, spilling himself down your throat

"Oh... f-fuck... yes... that's it, darling... take it all..."

You swallow his cum and lick his cock clean.

he watches you through hooded eyes, his breathing heavy and ragged as he comes down from his high. He gently runs his fingers through your hair, a satisfied smirk on his face

'Good girl... you swallowed every drop..."

You nod dreamily drunk off cock he chuckles softly, clearly amused by how much you're affected by him

"You look so beautiful like this, darling... so obedient and pliant..."

You unclip your bra his eyes darken with lust as he watches your bra slide off, his gaze fixed on your now exposed chest

"You're absolutely stunning, my love..."

"you can touch me dr. Crane you don't have to be shy" you chuckle 

he chuckles softly, his hands slowly moving to cup your breasts

"I'm not being shy, darling... I'm just admiring the view. And I must say, the sight of you like this is quite breathtaking..."

you smile and whisper in his ear "If you think im breathtaking now you should take off my panties and see the rest of me" you bite his neck gently.

he shudders as you bite his neck, a low groan escaping his lips

"You're a naughty girl, aren't you? Tempting me like this..."

he runs his hands down your body, slowly pushing your panties down your legs

You step out of them and kick them across the floor "how do you want me Dr. Crane?"

he steps closer to you, his gaze roaming over your body as he takes in every inch of you

"On the desk." He said with a smirk on his face

You smile and hop on the wood desk and spread your legs so Jonathan can see all of you

he steps between your legs, his eyes burning with desire as he looks down at you. He gently runs his hands up your thighs, tracing patterns on your skin as he moves closer to your core.

a shiver gose up you spine he notices the shiver, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he continues to caress your thighs

"So sensitive... I love it."

You nod he leans down, his lips trailing kisses along your inner thighs, moving closer and closer to your core you push the hair out of his face

he looks up at you through his lashes, a hungry glint in his eyes as he continues to kiss and nip at your skin. His lips brush against your inner thigh, so close to where you want him. he grins, enjoying the sound of your whimpers. He then slowly drags his tongue along your folds, tasting you for the first time.

You grip his hair tight he groans as you tug on his hair, the sound sending vibrations through your core. He begins to circle your clit with his tongue, his movements slow and deliberate

You out moan quiet curse words in pleasure as you try not to buck your hips

he chuckles against you, enjoying the effect he has on you. He then pushes his tongue inside you, his hands gripping your thighs to hold you in place

You moan loudly "FUCK!"

he grins as he continues to work his tongue inside you, lapping at your juices as he pulls you closer to the edge

The grip on his hair get tighter as his nose hits your swollen clit

he groans again, the pressure on his hair sending a jolt of pleasure through him. He redoubles his efforts, his tongue moving faster and harder against your sensitive flesh. You moan and begin to fuck yourself on his tongue

he watches you with a feral intensity, loving the way you're using his tongue to chase your pleasure. He grips your thighs tighter, encouraging you to continue

a tear of pleasure rolls down you cheek as you keep fucking yourself on his face "Fuck-"

he groans at the sight of the tear, his own desire growing even stronger. He moves his tongue in syne with your movements, determined to bring you to the brink.

the pleasure is too much and with a choked gasp you cum all over Cranes face

he eagerly laps up your juices, his eyes dark with lust as he watches you come undone. He continues to gently tease you with his tongue, prolonging your orgasm for as long as possible he gently pulls away, his lips and chin glistening with your release. He moves up your body, trailing kisses along your stomach and chest until he reaches your neck. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as he grabs a syringe off the desk and jabs it into your neck injecting you with it.

You gasp his name in surprise as your vision becomes blurry.

"Sweet dreams my little Robin" 

You hear him say before everything turns black.

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[rpking99]

So I came across a video where they put Batman against Spider-Man's villains but I ended the Video early cause for the very first villain (the Scorpion... so not even one of Spidey's biggest enemies) they said Batman would just call the Justice League for help... which really go against the idea of putting one Super Hero against anothers Rouge Gallery

So I wanna ask... how would Batman do against Green Goblin, Kingpin, Venom, Doc Ock and Kraven the Hunter?

And for Spider-man... how would he do against Joker, Mr. Freeze, Bane, Ra's al Ghul and Scarecrow?

Okay I'm gonna say this to start

Spider-Man? Walks through Batman's rogue gallery. Peter has to roll with any punch that hits him so people's hands are not SHATTERED. He can CASUALLY punch Scorpion's jaw off, who is MUCH stronger than a normal human.

Joker? Looses instantly against basic jokes at his expense. And he would not be able to effect Peter the same way some of Peter's own villains can. Because... Well Joker is no match for Peter physically or mentally, and the equivalent to the Joker for Peter has all the resources in the world

Anyone who is normal human levels like Two Face, Ra's, Riddler, Penguin, Anarky, Black Mask, Court of Owls, Killer Moth, Firefly, the mob bosses. All of them are easy to be taken out. Heck BANE would get his ass handed to him because Peter would still be too strong for him. Same with Killer Croc.

Mr Freeze would also be an easy win. But also Peter would be more than happy to help him and save him/Nora

The ones who would give Peter the biggest issue are the ones with chemical weapons or inhuman abilities. Clayface is the main inhuman one here, but even then Peter is use to fighting Sand Man and Hydro Man.

Some people claim that with his experience with Mysterio, Scarecrow would be easy. .... Mystero focuses on lights and sound and illusions. There is nothing tangible there, there is no hallucinations in play. Fear Toxin could potentially trip Peter up, as well as fuck up his Spider-Sense. He'd have to the will to power through, but it's catch him off guard.

Poison Ivy would probably be his biggest issue with the phermones and vines and Peter's weakness for lovely ladies and red heads. Especially since, most of the time, she's not a bad guy just doing things the bad way.

Spider-Man sweeps Gotham

But.... On to Batman?

Kingpin and other mob style/human level villains? Bruce wins against. Him, Vulture, Shocker, guys like that. Same with Doc Ock on most days (those days when Dan Slott isn't giving Otto god mode)

Kraven? Kraven is like Bane without the venom weakness. Bruce is getting hunted, exhausted and more than his back broken.

Sand Man and Hydro Man, and kinda Electro, would give him a LOT of problems. But problems he could handle, ones he could overcome. They'd be hard but he could do it

Venom? Carnage? Any Symbiote? Spider strength, spider speed, spider reflexes, spider sense, webbing, wall crawling. All of that, enhanced, alongside tentacle attacks and being able to turn invisible? Sorry, Bruce is dead. The only way he'd win is with fire and sonic attacks, but he'd need to know their weakness BEFORE the fight to do so. Which goes against this idea. But even if he didn't, symbiotes have fluctuated so much with what they can and can't take when it comes to fire and sonics that might not even work.

And Green Goblin?

....

Green Goblin?

Sure, let's give Joker enhanced strength and speed and all the tech he could ever want. Let's give him as much, if not more, money than Bruce Wayne. Let's make him vindictive, angry and petty instead of just a sadist jokester

...

Bruce is either dead or broken by the Goblin. He can't keep up physically, Norman matches if not exceeds his gadget usage, Norman plans just as if not more than Bruce and he is just as cruel and evil as Joker without anythig that makes him hold back for Batman

[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

Have any tips on writing Jonathan/Scarecrow? Or things to especially avoid? I don’t write cannon a lot but want to try with him for a fic I’m writing due to a fun scene I had in mind, plus scythe fighting is really fun. But it’s a bit intimidating to tackle one of my fav’s and a strong character like him. Also thoughts on Crane being immune to fear toxin?

Hey, I can help! Here's some general knowledge and tips you might find useful!

Jonathan, depending on the origin (year one, verses say, btas) he can either be afraid of crows or empowered by them. He loves to scare birds in general though and sometimes even has a crow companion. None of these choices are right or wrong, it depends on what you want to write

He lives off others fear, and even his own fear. Sometimes he takes the toxin just of feel fear. There's even canons were he's virtually emotionless from toxin overdose

Speaking of above, I personally hate the trope of Jonathan not being immune to his own toxin. Let's be real, he tests it on himself all the time and definitely has SOME kind of immunity. It's literally his baby, he's not going down if batman injects him with it. Sorry DC, but I'm different.

He is VERY SMART, one of THE smartest rogues if not literally the smartest. He's gonna use your words against you, he's gonna analyze you deep down and tear you apart from trauma to trauma.

Even so, he's had a lot of childhood issues. He is bullied by kids and adults like.So, it's possible to get to him just by mocking him.

OH. And don't forget the fact that he himself is a bully. He's the "it happened to me, so I will make everyone suffer as I did" type. The irony is not lost on him

He's not weak. If he can successfully use a scythe, he's fucking strong, it's just that he appears lanky and weak. It's all muscle I assure you. (Don't forget violent dancing -- see batman annual 19 for good references) He will use his looks against you in this way, don't underestimate him. (also, sorry DC -- he's built different)

As for what to avoid, well that's up to you. You don't have to make him scared of crows, or give him a bird friend. You can write him super dark and nasty, absolutely vile. Misogynistic, even. Some comics do that. (not that I agree, but I can see it being valid)

Honestly, just have fun, maybe use a handful of comics for inspiration. I'm of the mind that there is no right or wrong way to use comic characters like in the DC or Marvel verses, because SO MANY writers have written them and there's always going to be contradictions---and with that, someone will ALWAYS like what you have written. Not everyone will, but you don't need it to appeal that way, find your niche. That's how we prosper as creatives.

I hope this helps!! <333

[bloodyquillink-blog]

Natural Disasters, CoD Ghosts HC’s

What natural disaster are the Ghosts?

A/N🪶: Please keep in mind that these are just my opinions! I’d love to hear(or I guess read?) your thoughts. These are for all the Ghosts, former, deceased and current within the Ghosts game. This means I will be including Rorke, Ajax and Elias Walker. Canon character information is taken from the CoD: Ghosts Wiki page. Please correct me if I’ve got anything canon wrong!

Elias T. “Scarecrow” Walker, Earthquake

Not because he’s a Californian at heart.

I imagine that Elias had a very large impact on many people's lives.

He can’t be solely defined as a “killer”, he still has so much humanity left, shown by the way he comforted his son even when he knew he wasn’t going to survive Rorke’s torturing.

There are some lines from wikipedia used to describe earthquakes that I think are fitting for him.

“Earthquakes can range in intensity, from those that are so weak that they cannot be felt, to those violent enough to propel objects and people into the air…” - Wikipedia, Earthquake, paragraph 1.

“Earthquakes by themselves rarely kill people or wildlife - it is usually the secondary events that they trigger…” - Wikipedia, Natural Disaster, Earthquakes

Elias is definitely a hardened person but not so much so that he’s emotionless or stone cold. However, keep in mind that he and Hesh said that Elias has put his sons through multiple “tests”.

I imagine these tests were done to teach his sons to survive and defend themselves, probably after the death of their mom/his wife.

Elias is strong but still emotional, loves his sons more than anything but also understands that the world needs someone to defend it.

“Listen, you boys… you’re the only thing I’ve got left in this world… But you’re also the only ones I can trust.” - Elias Walker to Hesh and Logan.

David “Hesh” Walker, Wildfire

I almost wanted to say flood but I think wildfire is fitting for David.

Like with Elias, this is not because he’s a California native(?). Mostly because I don’t see anything that exactly says he was born in California. Just that he was raised there.

I’ve seen multiple definitions of Hesh. Urban Dictionary says it comes from the word “hessian” and means “cool, courageous, reckless”. Wikipedia says that HESH(UK) or HEP(US) is a type of “explosive projectile… that conforms to the surface of a target before detonating”.

David is a very emotional person as we’ve seen. He gets angry and worried easily, as seen in the entire game.

The biggest examples that come to mind are when the brothers are picked up with Merrick and Keegan and David is arguing with them about getting their dad, and when Keegan, David and Logan are trying to get coordinates on Rorke and Rorke appears in the monitor, taunting them. David yelling at Rorke and calling the dude a piece of shit, as he should. Keegan attempting to calm him down.

David can be stealthy when he wants to be but that doesn’t mean he won’t get out of control or reckless. He’s ready to put himself on the line, especially for Logan.

You don’t see his rage at first but you’ll see it when it gets bigger.

I think David uses his emotions to help him get the job done, powered by spite as shown by him telling Merrick to hit the very train him and Logan were on so they could avenge their father.

His emotions aren’t a bad thing, of course. He cares a lot about those around him and wants to protect them. Maybe I just love him too much but I can’t help it!

Logan Walker, Drought

I had a hard time picking one for him but I settled on drought.

I wanted to pick something that wasn’t an exact opposite to Hesh, but still different.

“A drought is a period of drier-than-normal conditions.”. - Wikipedia, Drought, Paragraph 1.

Logan is described as a “quiet-man, a cold-blooded killer and an excellent soldier…” - CoD Ghosts: Wiki Logan Walker, Personality

According to rescue.org, a drought happen gradually but are still deadly.

You don’t hear it happening but you can see the effects it has on the ecosystem around it.

Logan is described by Elias as being more like his mother, who we know nothing about aside from her status as deceased and Elias saying the tremors used to scare the shit out of her.

Let’s also mention how droughts can increase the likelihood of wildfires. David and Logan are always supporting each other and working together whenever possible. I think Logan(and Elias too) has given David a lot of inspiration to become the man he is and vice versa.

As different as the two are, they go hand in hand, different skill sets that can fit like a puzzle.

Thomas A. Merrick, Avalanche

Big scary man (he’s labelled as stocky on his wiki page)

But for real, Merrick is a very strong person. I wouldn’t call him emotional like Hesh, but he is loud and a very visible presence.

He’s unique and has a history that I imagine has influenced him a lot.

He’s respectful but I think he reserves his respect for very specific people.

Keep in mind, he went from yelling in David’s face at the beginning to just accepting his order to hit the train at the end of the game. Not to mention the way he was able to emotionally connect with the brothers after Elias’s death.

When Rorke was his Captain, we saw the amount of respect Merrick holds. “Permission to speak freely?.. No, Sir”. But we also see Merrick punching Rorke as soon as he has the opportunity and telling him to shut up.

Also, I feel like he prefers colder climates, which fits because avalanches are basically snow slides.

Please keep in mind that while Hesh being a loud, emotional person could be used to say that his loudness would cause a Merrick avalanche, avalanches actually can’t be caused by sound. The more ya know :)

Keegan P. Russ, Sinkhole

Sinkholes actually do have warning signs if you look closely.

But they might as well be sudden when you don’t pay attention.

Keegan, while not completely silent like Logan, is still a very quiet, controlled person.

We see him sneak around, leaving bodies in his wake.

He’s described in the wiki as “known to complete combat operations under extreme conditions”.

Sinkholes (or the conditions for them I guess?) can form over the course of hundreds of years. Keegan has a lot of experience and was part of the original 15 Ghosts.

Keegan knows how to hide himself, seen when Rorke is interrogating the Walkers and Merrick trying to get information on him.

He’s there when you least expect it, hiding under the surface.

Alex V. “Ajax” Johnson

Because we see so little of Ajax, it was difficult to find something fitting.

Ajax was also one of the original fifteen Ghosts.

He’s strong, stubborn and I’d say a powerful force, in his last moments, he was giving direction to Keegan, Logan, David and Merrick. “Rorke. It was Rorke. He’s targeting… look.. the wall…” - Ajax in Struck Down.

Because of this, I think a cyclone was the best fit.

A cyclone is basically like a storm of winds I guess?

“A large air mass that rotates around a strong center of low atmospheric pressure… the largest low-pressure systems are polar vortices and extratropical cyclones of the largest scale (the synoptic scale).” - Wikipedia, Cyclone, Paragraph 1.

He did everything he could in his last moments, staying strong as long as he could to protect the remaining Ghosts, giving them all the information he could as his last words.

Remember, the air itself can be just as dangerous as anything else.

Rest in Peace, Ajax, you deserved better my guy <3

Gabriel T. Rorke, Flood

Yes, I’m choosing this partially because this was a major part of his character arc within his lore.

But there are more reasons.

“Human changes to the environment often increase the intensity and frequency of flooding… ” - Wikipedia, Flood, Paragraph 1.

^ This can connect to the impact the Federation had on him, before and after Rorke being dropped.

The thing about floods is that they can sweep you off your feet, not in a good way, obviously.

The flood is going one way and it’s not afraid to take you with it.

It hits you where you’re actually the weakest, making you stumble and appearing when you least expect it.

The flood in the game occurred due to the dam breaking.

Rorke seems to be a “go with the flow” type of person. Something goes wrong, all he can do is keep trying to reach his goal (assuming he hasn’t already made a Plan B).

Floods can cause a lot of damage and take more lives than one may expect. He’s made his impact within the game, the way he killed Elias, making the Ghosts(especially David and Logan) want to avenge their former captain which led to even more shit happening.

Kick, Tornado

This one I can’t explain but it just feels right.

Maybe because he flies a helicopter?

Also when I was looking at wikipedia about cyclones I found something interesting.

“Mesocyclones, tornadoes, and dust devils lie within the smaller mesoscale.” - Wikipedia, Cyclone, Paragraph 1

If you recall from Ajax’s HC above, basically ajax is a big cyclone and Kick can be like a smaller scale cyclone I guess. I just like the idea of that (plus Kick is the shortest of the Ghosts)

Neptune, Storm

I’m just gonna leave this here for inclusion’s sake.

Neptune has next to nothing on his wiki page so I’m just gonna give him something more basic.

I almost gave him volcano but that felt like too much.

We appreciate all the Ghosts here <3

Riley… Riley

He’s a natural disaster of his own, special type.

Have you seen the way he rips peoples throats out?

We stan Riley, the sweet bloody boi <3

[riddle-me-ri]

A little bit of an angst-comfort idea, but I want to see how the scarecrows would deal with their s/o accidentally being exposed to fear toxin. To top it all off, the toxins strong enough to cloud the readers vision so that they don’t see Jonathan but instead their worst fear, practically cowering from him. While the scarecrows do love them some fear, I would imagine they wouldn’t like to see their s/o in such a state (or maybe some of them would to an extent?)

If it’s no biggie, could you end it off with how the boys would try to make it up to their s/o after the fact?

A/N: ooooohhhhhh yeeesssssss this is the kind of angst I absolutely live for! Poor scare babies although I have no doubt some would be into it!

The Scarecrows React to Reader Being Exposed To Fear Toxin

Arkhamverse Scarecrow:

- Whether it's a great enemy or a great lover. This Scarecrow desires to know what terrifies you.

- However, he would like your consent at all times. 

- Unfortunately, your first encounter was without either his knowledge or your consent. 

- Jonathan felt some guilt, but it was overpowered by the sound of your gasps and cries. 

- He walked over to you, in an instinct maneuver to comfort you. 

- Yet you shied away in a corner. Screaming, digging your face in your hands. 

- It's almost like he can feel the erratic beating of your heart in his ears. You cry out for his name–to save you and make it stop. 

- And he will…he does but he takes his time. 

- He makes it up to you with a string of apologies, and suggestions to keep you from stumbling upon him during future experiments. 

- He spends practically a whole week with you, reading to you, holding you.

- It's the least he can do for the exhilarating results you provided. 

Nolanverse/Murphy Scarecrow:

- He longs to see you afraid, to see the terror in your eyes. 

- The idea absolutely thrills him to his core. 

- To know you in such a vulnerable state and what makes your skin crawl.

- The moment will happen sooner rather than later when you walk in on him testing a new toxin. 

- He tried to push you away, to get you out of the vicinity, but it was too late. 

- As you quivered and fell to your knees in cold terror. 

- You screamed for him to help you, explain what's happening. 

- Jonathan couldn't deny your sounds of fright were like music to his ears. 

- The way your pretty eyes were blown out. 

- Your voice shrieked his name and your heart was no doubt pounding and pounding. 

- Much like during…another activity. 

- He makes mental notes of what you say you see; what you fear. 

- He's not entirely cruel, he doesn't make the illusion last any longer than needed. 

- Jonathan will be with you for the rest of the day. 

- You have his undivided attention. He will cuddle you, rest with you, and prepare meals.

Batman the Animated Series Scarecrow:

- As curious as he is, he would never have you under his toxin.

- Not without your consent, and without laying down some ground rules. 

- He may be curious and almost dying to know such a deep emotional part of you…

- But his love for you is stronger than that.

- When it happens accidentally, its his worst nightmare has come to life. 

- Hearing you cry out for him while simultaneously pushing yourself away.

- You wanted him to protect you…but from himself.

- Jonathan regrets ever being curious, he absolutely despises seeing you like this.

- He’s quick to give you the antidote.

- Even through all the shoves and kicks to try to keep him away from you.

- When you come too, he's instantly more affectionate than usual. 

- Jon holds you and comforts you and isn't going to leave your side anytime soon.

- Until what you experienced is just a distant memory. 

The New Batman Adventures Scarecrow:

- Jonathan is somewhat torn. 

- He cares for you deeply and the last thing he'd want is to harm you in any way…physically or mentally. 

- However, he can't deny he'd be intrigued to know your fears and your instincts when facing it. 

- When the moment comes, unexpectedly he's frozen. 

- He realizes one of his own fears in fruition to your own fear. 

- He doesn't like to see you frightened, your screams make his ears ring in concern. 

- Jonathan unfortunately doesn't have an immediate antidote for this certain batch. 

- It's nearly impossible to work as he hears you scream for him to save you. 

- When he eventually finds the cure or the images subside he's by your side in an instant. 

- Jonathan is mute, unsure what to say to comfort you. 

- He is at your beck and call for the next few days. 

- Ensuring your mental state and to make up for the absolute hell he accidentally put you through.

Fear State Scarecrow: 

- This Scarecrow believes that everyone should face their fears and traumas in order to evolve.

- The same would be for his significant other. 

- However, unlike his experiment where he plans to push the city of Gotham through its Fear State. 

- The trial to get you through your Fear State is far more…personal…intimate if you will.

- It takes some convincing (and most definitely manipulation) to get you to concede. 

- He's doing it because he cares about you. He knows your potential to be an even stronger, more fearless version of yourself. 

- Don't you want that? You trust him right?

- You do, so you go through with it. 

- And it's absolute hell. 

- Even Jonathan has to admit, he's not a fan of your screams.

- Especially when you cry out for him. 

- When you finally surpass it, Jonathan promises to never put you through it again.

Year One Scarecrow:

- Jonathan has spent his adult years learning, testing, modifying, and mastering fear to torture and subdue those that have done it to him. 

- Its a tool of horror, pain, and torment. One he prays you will never have to experience.

- Surely if he can wield fear he can constrain it…

- Unfortunately, that's not the case. 

Jonahan never thought he’d know terror like the abuse he endured by his dear late great granny.

- But your howls and tears were just as, if not more, horrific. 

- Jon tries to not panic as he scurries quickly. 

- It hurts him when you defensively push him and try to run away.

- He knows you can’t help it, you don’t see him. 

- Just the concept of being your nightmare, breaks his heart. 

- Once the effects wear off, Jon is quick to comfort you in any way he can. 

- He whispers a mantra of apologies, hoping that you can find it in your heart to forgive him. 

Masters of Fear Scarecrow: 

- Much like Year One, Jon uses fear as a weapon against his adversaries. 

- You are the only glimmering light in his dark, lonely life. 

- He wouldn't dare make you endure the effects of his fear toxin. 

- Regardless, accidents are bound to happen. 

- Jonathan is panicking.

- Very few things can drop the Master of Fear to his knees; you being in danger was one of them. 

- Even when he subdues the effects and you’re no longer screaming for your fears to go away. 

- He’s almost certain he’s lost you. That you would leave him. 

- Why would you be with someone that can bring forth your worst fears? And even accidentally, have you endure them. 

- Jonathan is beyond shocked when you forgive him. 

- As if he didn’t already treat you like a precious jewel.

- He’ll be even more protective of you.

- When you ask him to go to bed with you, or to join you, he’ll go with no hesitation. 

- Anything to keep you happy, and to make you forget his horrible mistake. 

Harley Quinn The Animated Series Scarecrow:

- Absolutely not. It's a hard no for Jonny. 

- He doesn't even care if you seem curious. 

- Regardless, he got to find out your fears when you accidentally opened the door to his lab. 

- He's practically panicking. Probably the most erratic of the Scarecrows.

- In his panic he is likely to short circuit and seize up. 

- It isn’t until you shout out for his name he’d snap out of it. 

- When he finally manages to administer the antidote, he’s beyond relieved. 

- He practically clings to you, shushing your cries, assuring you that you’re okay.

- No matter how much you tell him it’s not his fault. He still feels miserable about it. 

- Expect him to be very clingy for a while. Clutching you tighter, making your favorite comfort foods, never not being by your side. 

Happy Halloween Scooby-Doo Scarecrow:

- Echoing earlier Scarecrows, he has his curiosity. But he doesn't press you if you're uncomfortable. 

- He wants the absolute best for you, always. 

- Jonathan has been experimenting and further progressing his toxins for years. 

- So sure there would be no accidental exposure. 

- Jon is wracked with concern and anger when you scream bloody murder one night. 

- He doesn’t take the time to figure out how you got exposed. 

- Though it does very little, more out of comfort for him almost than for you. He tries to comfort you through your fears. 

- He tells you they aren’t real, they’re visions. He’s so sorry. He has no idea how this could have happened, etc, etc. 

- His words fall on deaf ears as you keep crying his name for help. 

- When he finally gives you the antidote or the effects finally surpass, he is still in a panic. 

- Jonathan isn’t an overly affectionate man. He has his moments, but they’re few, far, and in between. 

- Yet, on this night, he isn’t hesitant at all. Kissing your head and cheeks, rubbing your arms and back in warmth and comfort. 

- Never again, never again will this happen. You have his word.

[robinofgothamcity]

♡ character: jonathan crane x reader

♡ pronouns used: she / her

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / can we talk about the chokehold cillian murphy has on us bc of oppenheimer? legit busting out this fanfic of scarecrow bc cillian played him. might be ooc but who cares? cillian murphy scarecrow will always be superior

"i think gotham university is actually the worst but it's cheap and gives me the degree without having too many student loans," you said as you stirred your iced coffee. being a senior in college, all the consumed your life was finishing off your last year strong and trying to pay off your debts as soon as you could, "so does that mean you won't be coming to the party?"

you gave your friend an eyeroll, "my love, what kind of 24 year old rolls up to a frat party? no less on a Tuesday night? some of the boys there will probably try to get laid just so they can say they had a night with a cougar," you and your friend instantly started laughing, "but i am willing to go to that bar this weekend!"

just as you started getting up get to refill your coffee, you noticed a man standing in front of you. you knew he was a professor here but you didn't know for which department. you gave him a small smile as a hello and deciding just to pour your coffee without saying much.

you were pouring your ice into your cup and minding your business when you noticed that Dr.Crane dropped his own coffee on the bar. you quickly took out a stack of napkins, instantly helping him clean up. the coffee was searing hot which made you realize that you were burning your hand in the process.

"fuck, that hurts!" you whispered. Dr.Crane immediately pulled your hand back, "here, let me see," he said as he analyzed your now red hand. it was burning and your hand started to bubble up from the heat, "we're going to have ointment on that as soon as possible. you're going to need to come with me."

you were a bit thrown off by how blunt he was being however you knew Dr.Crane was known for being a bit stand offish. he wasn't the kind of professor that everyone got along with or even went to his office to talk too.

he dragged you off to his office, immediately pulling out his emergency aid kit and started the healing process. you sat back, texting your friend to pack your things off and leaving it in front of his office. you didn't say a word as he was murmuring to himself, "this might sting so brace yourself," he whispered.

you instantly shot up in pain, trying not to yell but the pain of the ointment made you grab his arm and squeeze it. he chuckled as you were trying to show that you weren't in pain however it was very evident that your pain tolerance was not that high.

"you did well for someone that just had rubbing alcohol rubbed into an open wound," you gave him a weary smile before he started placing a bandage wrap on your hand, "so, what's your major?" he asked jumping into a completely different conversation.

"early education! I want to be a preschool teacher!" he hummed in interest, "love children?" you shook your head in agreement, "i love teaching them however to have some of my own is not really my gist," he nodded, "that should do it. keep the bandage on until Saturday and after that, you should place some more healing ointment on it but let the wound breathe. you don't need it to get infected."

"thank you so much Dr.Crane," he brushed you off, "it's not your fault. I was the one who dropped coffee on the bar." he helped you up from the chair and opened the door, "what is your name?"

you gave him your name as you shook his hand with your bandaged one, "you're welcomed into my office at any time." that was all he said before walking away into the next hallway. you didn't know what he meant by that but you didn't think too much into it. you grabbed your things and rubbed your bandages as you started to walk away from his office.

+

Saturday night came around as you were getting dressed for the night. you were meeting your friends at a bar not too far from your apartment. you were wearing a tennis skirt and a tank top to battle the heat that was still lingering in Gotham. you knew that you were bound to regret it since the bar all of you wanted to go to was a bit more on the expensive side and probably had the air conditioning cranked all the way up.

you pulled on your shoes and went to meet your friends in front of the bar. as you were waiting for them to arrive, you noticed a couple of men entering. you could have sworn one of them looked like Dr.Drane but you figured that couldn't be Dr.Crane. he didn't seem like the bar attending type.

"hey, isn't that Dr.Crane from the psychology department?" one of you friends said later into the night. you turned around and true to her word, Dr.Crane and two other men were sitting down at the bar, sipping on what looked like whiskey. you could have sworn that he was staring at you but you shook that feeling away, "I think it is. I could've sworn I saw him earlier but didn't think that was actually him."

you wanted to get another drink but suddenly, you felt a bit nervous approaching the bar. you could sense Dr.Cranes very blue eyes now starting to look at you but the urge to get another beer was calling your name.

one of your friends noticed how you were drinking a bit more but as soon as she saw the professor staring at you, it all connected.

"oh, you're scoring high, aren't you?" she asked laughing. you shook your head no, "that's a professor at the university I attend. I might a bit desperate but not that desperate."

"what are the chances that Crane has the hots for you,-" "very likely as he is coming over here with two glasses of wine in his hand."

your eyes widened, not knowing what to do. you admittedly tried to fix your hair as he approached your table, "I figured it'd be polite to bring you a glass of wine before I whisked you away from your friends," he said handing it over to you, "I just wanted to ask how your hand healed."

your friends instantly moved away from the table, "if I remember telling you correctly, you could have removed the bandage today," he stated. you chuckled awkwardly, "uh, I got scared and figured I'd have a friend help me in case I needed it rebandaged. he's a pre-med student so I knew I could trust him."

"scared? of a little burn? come on, let me help you."

you didn't say a thing and let him take the lead. he grabbed your hand and unwrapped it, sensing that your hand was shaking a bit. he examined the now healed wound. a burn mark that he was sure was going to scar but other than that, nothing to be concerned of.

"ah, as I suspected. not much besides scarring. once you get home, apply more healing ointment," you nodded in agreement, "thank you Dr.Crane," he chuckled lowly, "i'm not at work, please call me Jonathan."

"thank you a lot Jonathan-," "come sit with my friends and I."

you wanted to protest but you didn't see your friends in the same spot anymore. they had all wandered off with men they saw to hang out with for the night. you swore to yourself that you'd end up punching them for leaving you alone with Jonathan for the night.

"oh, of course. I hope I'm not intruding," you whispered. Jonathan shook his head, "not at all." you walked up to his friends who seemed to be whispering to each other until you walked up.

"this is my lovely companion ( your name). ( your name ), these are my partners who work alongside me at Arkham. Jervis Tetch and Edward Nashton."

you gave them a smile and shook their hands, "it's a pleasure," you said. Jervis placed a kiss on the back of your hand, "no, pleasure is all mine," he said.

Jonathan raised an eyebrow as his friend indicating to back off. you sat next to Jonathan as the three talked about various different things. you didn't care to speak up as the wine you were drinking was enough enjoyment.

"so, you attend Gotham University? what is your degree in?" Edward suddenly asked you. you perked up a bit, "oh! early childhood education. intending to be a preschool teacher!"

"interesting, developing the minds of young children, how sweet," he replied. you nodded as you didn't catch the wink that Edward sent Jonathan's way, "yeah! it's fun being around all of them and being able to teach them the fundamentals of life!"

you got up, excusing yourself to get another glass of wine as the three men all watched you leave.

"I understand why she became of interest. pretty little thing, isn't she?" Jervis asked. Jonathan agreed, "with a little help from Jervis, I'm sure she'll be a great help with all of our plans."

Jonathan needed a partner. not so much of romance, although he didn't mind if that's how it worked out with you, but with someone who could help him get Gotham under his ruling. there were certain characteristics that intrigued him about you and after doing extensive research on you, he knew you'd be the perfect one.

you were dancing to the music that was playing in the bar as you awaited your wine. he went up to you as the lights dimmed down and the music got louder.

"no one is here to watch us dance with the lights now being lowered. mind?" now with the buzz of the alcohol in your system, you agreed and followed him to the floor. you were dancing against him as he remained as stiff as a board.

you didn't seem to care as he knew that him acting out a bit ridiculously was only temporary. through his research, he knew you were a party girl in your early 20s. your social medias didn't hide it and the photos you were tagged in seemed like you had a bit of a promiscuous side to you as well.

"you're a gorgeous girl, how come your out here without a partner," you shrugged in response, "romance never seemed to find me." he chuckled as bent down to your ear, "even though it is against policy that professors have any kind relationship with a pupil, I did see that you are in your last year."

you nodded in agreement as he noticed that your eyes had gotten lowered due to the alcohol, "so does that mean you want to see me after this?" he hummed in agreement, "way more than you realize." you giggled cutely as you turned around and faced him.

his glasses were fogged due to how warm the bar was.

"well I can't say that I'm opposed to that idea," you whispered. he smirked as he realized Jervis' power must've been working, "I love that you're on board with the idea." his hands found your thighs as he rubbed them.

you giggled once again as you smashed your lips against his. you didn't care if this landed back in your car or your place but the higher his hands went, the warmer your face got. your tongue was fighting against his as your breath quickened up.

"how about we take this back to my house?" you nodded excitedly as Jervis and Edward noticed that Jonathan's plan went onto succeed, "I guess we're no longer needed?" Jervis asked Edward. he nodded as he chuckled, "ever the ladies man, isn't he?" Edward responded.

the two friends shook their heads in disbelief as they noticed you hanging off of Jonathan's side, placing kisses on his next as his hand remained rubbing against your thigh.

[pastrydragon]

Accent, speech pattern and Voice headcanons for the Gotham Rogues.

Riddler

In casual settings, Eddie has a slight New Jersey accent and cusses with the frequency you would expect from that.

He almost always has perfect grammar and has a very impressive vocabulary.

But there are some situations where "Fuck" just does not have a suitable replacement.

When he's going against Batman, The Riddler adopts a more trans Atlantic accent since it goes with his gameshow aesthetic.

Also since a LOT of his schemes are publicly televised he doesn't want to cuss on camera or forget to project his voice.

So adopting a different accent helps his brain remember how to act on camera so he can always appear classy.

Edward's voice is a bit more high and nasally than average, but not to an annoying degree. It's not particularly unique either. So if he remembers so change his voice slightly then he can make a phone call to anywhere and they won't recognize him.

Emotional variations include his accent getting thicker when he's angry or exhausted.

Scarecrow

John has a very rural Georgian accent.

Scarecrow: The Master Of Fear has a rather dramatic way of speaking due to his love of classic literature and poetry.

His years in academia have also left him with a very intellectual and scientific vocabulary.

John speaks with a kind of intensity and eloquence that you'd expect on a stage rather than at the front of a classroom.

A smooth baritone only enhances the effect.

Had he not been a professor, he would have made a killing as a raidio star or television narrator.

John only breaks out Southernisms when he's embarrassed. "Well I never!" "Why I outta-" he also stammers when embarrassed. otherwise his speech patterns don't have noticeable emotional variation except the ones he puts there.

Mad Hatter

Jervis has a strong Bristol accent. Which is an English accent that strongly pronounces R's and tends to slap an L at the end of words that should end in a vowel.

The classic example is Opera'l instead of Opera.

His voice is naturally high and soft, often making him sound much more indulgent toward others than he's actually feeling.

Although he does quote the Alice books often, he does not quote longer passages exactly unless he's having an episode.

The rest of the time he'll change them to fit what's happening or merely reference them.

If he's feeling particularly lucid and cheery, you may not even hear mention of the books at all.

Stress will cause longer more accurate quotes and chip at his lucidity along the way.

His only other emotional variation comes out when he's feeling flirtatious.

Jervis's voice tends to get more breathy and cooing around people he likes. He also goes harder on his R's giving some words a purr like sound.

Harley Quinn

We all know and love our girl Harley's Brooklyn accent.

Honestly I can't make an improvement on the BTAS version so scroll down.

Poison Ivy

Pam has a Virginian accent. It's the kind of southern bell accent you'd associate with Blanche Devereux.

Pair that with a voice like a lounge singer and everything that comes out of her mouth sounds sexy.

Even when she doesn't want it to.

It's actually pretty annoying for her.

Unlike John she uses plenty of southernisms such as "I Reckon" "Over yonder" and of course the venom filled "Bless your heart."

Catwomen

The Miami accent is strong on this women, and it tells you exactly why she moved to Gotham.

You can't wear all black leather in the kind of weather Florida's got.

Miami heat isn't sweet to everyone.

Being a second generation Cuban immigrant, she speaks Spanish fluently and while she speaks both it and English seamlessly she has run into one glitch.

She will occasionally forget whether a turn of phrase was originally English or Spanish.

She called John a dancing skeleton once and no one has let it die. From Esqueleto rumbero- Literally: Dancing skeleton, Meaning: Very thin.

Her actual voice is a pretty standard alto. Like Ed, as long as she disguises her accent she can basically call wherever without being recognized.

Another rogue that hits their R's harder while flirting. But it's less a seductive purr and more an "Oh, I'm being HUNTED" kind of sound to hear.

Bane

Bane is directly from Venezuela and has the accent to match.

His English is phenomenal for someone who's only been speaking it a few years but it's not always perfect.

Whenever he doesn't know or forgets the word for something he'll describe it using other words until the other person figures it out for him.

For example, this interaction between him and Riddler: "I need the office knives." "... I'm sorry, what?" "The office knives, with the holes in the handle." "Hmmm, is the answer perhaps scissors?" "YES! I need the scissors!"

Edward is the grand champion of figuring out what Bane is saying if Catwomen or Music Meister isn't there to translate the word from Spanish.

Bane has a naturally loud and deep voice which can make him sound aggressive even when he's not trying to be. His size doesn't help.

But really he's a very calm and levelheaded person.

If he's actually angry, you'll know it from how quiet deliberate his speech becomes.

A quiet Bane is a dangerous Bane.

Joker

New York accent.

Drops occasional NY phrases but doesn’t mention anything culturally significant to New York unless someone else brings it up.

He doesn't remember what part of New York he's from but if asked he'll say Coney Island.

His jealousy over Eddie growing up in Wildwood is real.

Harley swears up and down he's from Staten Island and anyone familiar with the different New York accents would agree with her.

Joker has a pretty distinct reedy voice that all gothamites will recognize as soon as they hear it.

It gets even higher on the rare occasion he's scared or nervous.

Music Meister

SoCal (Southern California) accent.

This accent is also called Valley Girl.

He's originally from San Diego and spent his early twenties in LA so the accent is thick and locked in.

He moved to the east coast to attempt a Broadway career before turning to villainy and kind of regrets not moving back west first.

He's the first person to complain about cold weather and bad Mexican food when the chance pops up.

But he's gotten too fond of the other rogues to seriously consider leaving.

Even if the Scarecrow keeps smacking him with a newspaper every time he misuses the word "literally".

He automatically starts singing his words when he becomes frightened or incredibly nervous. Which made sense until he revealed he did that even before he got his powers.

Odd.

Killer Croc

Waylon has a thick cajun accent, that along with a naturally growly bass voice can make it difficult for others to understand him.

He prefers speaking French to English and will go out of his way to talk to people he thinks might speak his preferred language.

Jervis, Edward, Victor Fries and Joker speak with him in French when in a one on one conversation. 

Yes Joker speaks French, no he doesn’t remember why or how. He honestly didn’t even know he could until he met Waylon. 

Waylon is incredibly charming and personable once you figure out what he's saying, he's definitely the most well liked rogue among his peers next to Harley.

Emotional variants include getting even more growly when angry and speaking completely in French when distracted.

Penguin

A lot of people say he has an English accent, he doesn’t, never say this in front of him.

The man is WELSH, and he has ruined people’s lives over having his accent confused on particularly difficult days.

He takes great pride in his heritage and being accused of being “English” of all things is one of the quickest ways to sour his mood.

No offense to Mr. Tetch of course, it's the principle of the thing really.

He rarely speaks Welsh these days unless visiting extended family.

He does use the proverb “Deuparth gwaith yw ei ddechrau”(Two-thirds of work is starting), mostly to himself but he’ll use the proverb with others when appropriate.

Emotional variants include his voice getting squawk like when scared. He also laughs like a mad pelican.

Clayface

I forget who came up with this originally and I'm kicking myself for not remembering but I've adopted the head canon that Clayface was an "aging" K-pop/drama star that was on tour in the states when his manager coerced him into trying an experimental cosmetic treatment that turned him into Clayface.

So Clay has a very strong Korean accent and probably speaks the worst English out of all the rogues.

It's passable but he understandably just wasn't expecting to need it this much.

Despite his difficulties he still somehow gains control over the majority of his conversations and seems to exude likability.

He's trained for years to make his voice as soothing and pleasant as possible and he's not going to let being a mud monster ruin his hard work.

Until something triggers his traumatic memories and sends him into a frothing rage full of bubbling curses or a depressive meltdown where he becomes a pile of blubbering goo.

He's totally incomprehensible when he's having either kind of breakdown even to other Korean speakers, honestly HE doesn't even really know what he's saying.

Many of the rogues have hired him to put his acting skills to use in various schemes and Clayface is amazed at all the new voices he can do.

He's also been Music Meister's backup vocalist for a few of his schemes so you know he's legitimately good.

Bookworm

He has a rather general east coast accent.

Until he gets angry and starts cursing in Portuguese.

You'd never guess because he's an ashy fucker and his skin never sees the sun since he spends all his time reading inside, but the guy is mainly indigenous Brazilian.

You might be able to get a clue from his facial features if he wasn't wearing the world's thickest glasses and a hat.

He has near permanent "Library voice" so people often struggle to hear him above everything else that might be going on.

His voice is surprisingly sonorous and captivating when he can be well heard.

Since Arkham doesn't often get new books, fresh literature was fought over until Joker suggested "AudioBookworm" which is just Bookworm reading the new book aloud for everyone.

Until his little used voice gives out a bit at which point Scarecrow or Mad Hatter will step in until the end of the chapter.

Mr. Freeze

Victor has a moderate Icelandic accent.

Riddler and Joker have a competition going to see how many lines from Skyrim they can trick him into saying.

Victor figured it out immediately but plays dumb to this day in order to fuck with them.

He said "Hey, you. You're finally awake." to Edward after he woke up from a nap in the rec room once and Victor will treasure the face that nerd made forever.

Victor has a bit of a "resting bitch voice" he always sounds annoyed.

Unless he's talking to Nora, then he just sounds like a simp.

Not really a voice head canon but he gets hiccups very easily from laughing.

BONUS Nora

Nora is from Belarus so she often got mistaken for having a Russian accent.

But unlike Oswald she rarely cares enough to correct people much less get angry over it.

Nora speaks with great confidence and authority, even when she doesn't necessarily have either.

Her voice definitely broadcasts "Don't even fucking THINK about arguing with me."

The personality and accent get her the nickname "Ice queen" wherever she works.

Which is very unfair, she's a kind and compassionate women!

She's just also right and she should say it.

Nora's voice becomes utterly saccharine around Victor, they're absolutely obnoxious to listen to together.

[sharp-silver4795]

You once said that E.J. is a simp, how does it show?

EJ’s Social Life

I went WAYYYY off topic with this. It was an accident tho- the simp stuff is at the end! Tbh this is long lol

Hmmm this might be a long one, it might not- we’ll see!!

Side note: I write the notes under the header BEFORE writing whatever it is. The notes ABOVE the header are written afterwards.

General/Overview

Socially, it sticks to Liu like fucking glue and it isn’t exactly obvious. Privately, though, he spoils the hell out of them in passive, direct, or… violent.. ways-

This is mostly going to be talking about its social behavior without and privately spoiling Liu. I will talk a bit about how he specifically spoils Liu, so get ready for some CWs

Its social life in general

It regularly interacts with people on either side The Dungeon AND The Mansion

He’s kinda forced to interact with the proxies, but gets along with a lot of the members of The Dungeon.

The Dungeon has a lot of nonhumans and it makes him feel a little more confident/comfortable around them.

But, he would NEVER go to the other side… not after all this

I love leaving vague info so people might give me more asks and I can feel popular

Who is it on GOOD terms with?

BEN, Jason, Clockwork, Candy Pop, Tim, and Kat.

Zero, Dark Link, and Doll Maker.

Ann.

Who is he on BAD terms with?

Puppeteer, Nathan, Wilson, and Rouge.

Bloody Painter, Chest Master, and Judge Angels.

Smiley.

Its friends

Jeff, Toby, Hoodie, Cody

Ani, Scarecrow, and Bloody Angel

Social Shit (without Liu)

Most of us act differently around different people, so does he!

Introvert go brrrr

Average Social Behavior

Typically, it’s really reserved. Especially without Liu.

He’s kinda a wall flower and knows what’s going on most of the time.

He has good hearing, so it might as well eavesdrop.

On His Good Side

His ‘good side’ is what most people would consider a neutral relationship.

He won’t talk to you.

He won’t interact with you.

But, he won’t eat you or try to hurt you when he’s mad

On His Bad Side

THIS is its default relationship with people.

He will NEVER speak to you. If he has to interact with you, it will be growls, huffs, or juts body language.

If it’s hungry, he is not opposed to eating you.

He might talk to you, but it won’t be good. It might just be your last words!

Friends

Yup! He has friends.

Granted, it’s not a lot of friends- but he has friends

It would love to be as roudy as them and rough house with them, but he’s too scared he’ll break them.

Although mature by human standards, by his kinds’ idea of it, he is extremely immature.

Social Simping (with Liu, duh)

You can call it possessiveness or social anxiety but, I assure you- he’s just a fucking simp!!

Vibing

Liu is just chilling and talking with others, Jack needs to be there.

It’s not like it cares that they have friends as much as it’s the fact that he’s fucking touch starved!

If she’s sitting, he wants to lay its head on their shoulder or put all of his body weight leaning on Liu with its chin on his head.

If he’s standing, its arms are wrapping around his waist with its head resting in the crook of his neck.

Private/Personal Simping

Some of this is just general partner behavior ngl

⚠️CW!!! Murder, “bringing Saw to life,” torture, etc. And some s3x at the end.

Working

EJ is ready to help.

Liu is pretty strong, so they’re sometimes asked to move heavy stuff around-

After a few hours, it gets to be a bit much. However, Jack won’t let them get to that point. EJ is helping ahead of time. It’s helping before she even gets there, even.

As for running around the Southern Rebellion lines, it will beat itself up every time he has to leave to eat.

It HATES leaving Liu alone to defend the border. But, it needs to eat.

So, when it gets back, it brings some Wendy’s for Liu to eat.

Wood and Metal

Jack will find broken down cars, the metal rings of tires, or broken tools that he breaks and brings to Liu for building their torture devices.

It will find old sheds and rip the wood off or use wooded handles form the tools mentioned and give them to him so he can make cool stuff!

Watching Him Break People ⚠️

When Liu goes to his little underground space, EJ will follow.

It will just sit and watch Liu lock someone in a usable remake of the reverse bear trap.

It will watch him poor hot wax on a victims face and make them asphyxiate from their air ways being filled.

He even cheers them on. He just gives her some love~

Speaking of ‘Love’ 🔞

He will let her do anything they want to it.

They once put a muzzle on him and let them tie it up in pretty knots…

It would (and has) let her put it on a leash and give him a collar…

It will also do anything they want to them.

He will try any position, any kink, as long as they’re happy and satisfied.

Divider Creds: sister-lucifer

Header Creds: MEEE!!

[booksrbetterthanpeople]

Can we see this: https://youtu.be/Nb7sgIAuECQ?si=w3auY1tDtEVJmDzB, but with the DC AU couples? Like Bat!Zoe and Static!Cosette, Bane!Ivan and Scarecrow!Mylene, Cat!Juleka and Ivy!Rose, etc?

Zoé: So… Cosette and I… We never imagined that we’d meet up and then eventually… Couple up.

Cosette: Our dads know each other. Justice League, and stuff, you know? But, we didn’t exactly meet through them. See, I was on a class trip to Gotham.

Zoé: Terrible idea.

Cosette: Aw, it worked out.

Zoé: It did. Anyway, the Hero Class- total accident, by the way- helped dad and me battle the Joker and his guys. And Cosette-

Cosette: Don’t! Please, no!

Zoé: *Giggles* Cosette saw the Joker pointing a gun at me, got in front of me, and yelled, “DON’T HURT HER!” But… It turns out- *Snickers*

Cosette: Don’t even!

Zoé: It was one of his ‘POW!’ guns! With the little flag? You know those ones.

Cosette: It was so embarrassing!

Zoé: It was sweet, and you were very brave.

Cosette: … Thank you.

—

Nathaniel: So, um... No one thought this would last. I’m a size-shifting villain who gets angrier as he grows, he’s an alien hero who’s able to fly when he thinks positive thoughts.

Marc: *Takes Nathaniel’s hand* But, we proved everyone wrong.

Nathaniel: As to how we met, I was robbing the bank, literally holding a few people hostage in my fist. And as I was tearing the vault door open, this one bursts in and ties a lamppost around my wrist like handcuffs

Marc: And after that, I kept stopping more of his crimes… Tell them why.

Nathaniel: *Blushing* Starlight, quit it.

Marc: Come on…

Nathaniel: … I wanted a reason to see and talk to you.

Marc: He even stopped right in the middle of causing some chaos downtown because Denise came instead of me. It was adorable! He eventually worked up the nerve to ask me out. And, baby, you didn’t have to commit all those crimes just to get me to notice you.

Nathaniel: Can you blame me? I couldn’t exactly talk to you during school hours with your friends watching my every move.

Marc: And yet, here we are.

—

Jesse: When I first laid eyes on Anthony, it was during the DC kids’ weekly Villains versus Heroes battle near the Eiffel Tower. All I wanted to do was belt a myriad of love songs to the heavens when I saw my dark angel!

Anthony: I talked him out of it. Though, I was surprised he picked me out of… Literally anyone. I mean, who wants a Demon for a boyfriend, you know?

Jesse: *Takes his hand* I do. And I always will, my love.

Anthony: You weren’t even the least bit terrified when you found out who my grandfather was?

Jesse: You mean Trigon? Enslaver of worlds? Devourer of a million souls? The most feared tyrant in the universe who could easily wipe out all existence as we know it?… Nope. Not at all.

Anthony: Aaw. *Kisses him on the cheek* You're sweet.

Jesse: Yes, and a bit terrified.

—

Alya: So, Nino and I had just been transferred to DuPont after the... Incidents at our last schools.

Nino: I was in the middle of conning a few idiots out of their lunch money when she walked by, her hair just smelling like lavender.

Alya: You got so distracted that you shifted into several forms until you were just this cluster of different people. It was a mess! And, frankly, kind of cute.

Nino: Only because I had Adrien's dimples, Kim's abs, and Chloé's aerobicized ass, right?

Alya: No, I meant it was cute how you got all flustered over me, idiot.

Nino: Well, who wouldn't? Now, here's the kicker. She asked me out by trapping me in an escape room for three days.

Alya: With food and water, of course. In the end, there was a riddle waiting for him, and he got it on the first go.

Nino: 'There is a fruit, so very sweet! From a palm, it's very neat! A yea or nay sometime today. Palm to palm is just the gate for the fruit is a-'

Alya/Nino: Date.

—

Denise: I first met Simon while trying to stop a bus full of passengers. The brakes just snapped, and it was going all over the road at top speed.

Simon: I was chasing after the bus, but, you know, I’m not strong enough to stop like a… What? A ton?

Denise: Twenty to thirty, actually. So, I’m flying by to help, and then this one- *Snickers* He flew into a stop sign the very second he saw me.

Simon: I was face to face with a literal goddex! A gorgeous one at that.

Denise: Aw, come on. After we managed to stop the bus and save everyone, we just started hanging out more, stopping the DC villain kids together, and one thing lead to another. We started dating.

—

Jean: I had just given the performance of a life time. I had gotten the usual red roses, but then someone tosses me a bouquet of green roses. Guess who it was.

Austin T: I think they know, dear.

Jean: *Giggles* Yeah. But, the first time we met officially was when I was helping Zoé stop Marinette and Adrien from releasing laughing gas out into the city.

Austin T: I lent some assistance.

Jean: He trapped them in a cage that his ring made, and I was like, “What sorcery is this?!” And he went, “No sorcery, just space tech. Hi, I’m Emerald Lantern.”

Austin T: If you think I’m about to choose the most predictable name, you have another thing coming. Anyway, he didn’t know I was the one who threw the green bouquet until he saw the cage.

Jean: I was swooning!

Austin T: It was adorable how his eyes lit up.

—

Rose: The first time we met, we were thirteen, and we tried to kill each other.

Juleka: Nah, you didn’t try to kill me; I tried to kill you. I thought she was stepping on my turf, trying to steal the stuff I was going to steal. Turns out, she was just poisoning a few guys down at some club who have been harassing some poor girl.

Rose: She’s okay now, but anyway, Juleka wanted in on the action, and scratched their faces!

Juleka: Respect women, idiots.

Rose: It was amazing! I had them tied up in my vines, and we both took turns beating them with her sack full of cash!

Juleka: I like to consider that our first date.

Rose: *Kisses her on the cheek* And what a date it was.

—

Ivan: I was bashing a corrupt official’s head against the pavement one night, after I found out he’d done unspeakable things to lycée students behind closed doors, when I saw her hollow eyes from across the street. I was then plagued with the grimmest of hallucinations of that prison. And after a dreadful ten minutes, I found the bastard of a man writhing and screaming as if he were in even more pain. I knew I wanted her to cull pathetic whelps like that man with me.

Myléne: He asked, then I gave him another dose of my fear toxin. When he snapped out of it and didn’t run away, that’s when I knew he was the one I wanted to spend my life with.

—

Brecken: Lemme tell ya, it ain’t all easy being a hero-villain couple. I always gotta act polite ‘n stuff when I’m around her hero pals.

Genevieve: And I must endure his friends’ brash behavior from time to time.

Brecken: Aw, you love ‘em!

Genevieve: Not as much as I love you… And, I guess your clones.

Brecken: Hoo, doggies! I love this gal! Anyway, as to how we met, so me and the fellas, as in my clones, were robbing the bank, and after we cleaned it out, we stopped for a bite as this great diner. And if you’re American, they got some great burgers there, makes you feel right at home!

Genevieve: As he was saying, he and his clones barged in as I was ordering. Seeing as we were in a public space, and we both had not eaten yet, the seven of us occupied a table, and just began to talk.

Brecken: I never seen the fellas so engaged. My darlin’s just got that something, you know?

—

Aurore: Uh, a little about us. My bio dad’s Aquaman, allowing me to breathe underwater and communicate with fish.

Mireille: My bio mom is Black Canary, and I inherited her sonic scream. It’s nice, but I gotta be careful not to scream when I get angry.

Aurore: She’s broken a lot of windows. So, as for how we got together. We were both new to DuPont, and got placed in the Hero Class. It was sort of a program made so we, as the second generation of heroes, could keep an eye on the Villain Class.

Mireille: They’re more chaotic neutral than chaotic evil, but we still keep tabs.

Aurore: Anyway, she had no idea who my dad was yet, so when she saw me at the bottom of the pool one day, she, without hesitation, jumped in, and brought me up for air.

Mireille: I was embarrassed.

Aurore: I was flattered, and I wouldn’t mind her saving me again. You know, from something that can actually kill me. The gesture was sweet, though.

Mireille: I got my favorite top wet.

Aurore: All in the name of love.

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Dorothy Must Die!Tin Woodman x Fem!Lion'sWarrior!Reader || Drabble

Plot: The Lion 'lends' you to the Tin Woodman for a day after his own second-in-command is forced to go to the Scarecrow for repairs. And you're perceptive, and you're blunt. And you try to tell the Woodman a couple things that he... just doesn't want to hear.

You also may be developing a fondness for him.

Warnings: N/A.

Tagging: @marinerainbow. You havent specifically said to tag you in Tin Woodman stuff but... I assumed... 😅😅😅 I hope that was okay!! XD ^^

The Tin Woodman didn't require a lot of help throughout the day, so you aren't completely sure why your King needed you to accompany him when his actual number 2 was hurt earlier in the day. He makes all orders himself; all he needs from you is to hold his oil can in case of accidents with water (Or crying, the Lion told you. He's an awful cryer. But you haven't seen any sign of the Tin Woodman crying. You couldn't even imagine that. He's so... emotionless).

Though, you do wonder if the man is lonely, and thats why he requires a companion all day... you see the way he looks at Queen Dorothy. You both went into the throne room earlier while Dorothy was 'speaking to' (Sentencing) a poor munchkin woman, and you saw it clear as day; the longing in his metal eyes when she talked. And even more then that, you felt the air shift back to monotonous as soon as he left the room with her in it, again. You hadn't even realised it had lightened in the first place when she was near, but you couldn't miss it now. He was brighter with her, happier. But... it was in a sad sort of way. Because, clearly, she did not know.

In the forest everyone's quite honest with each other. Animals don't pretend to feel a way about each other that they don't- and, having been raised in the forest by tigers, you were just the same. You don't understand why the Tin Woodman wouldn't just... tell her he's in love with her. Lay it all out on the table. Its clearly eating at him, and even if she tells him she's not interested then at least he can begin to move on... find a more suitable mate...

For, at least in your opinion, the Tin Woodman was quite an... agreeable gentleman. Tall, strong, sensible. A little bit too uptight for your tastes, but... you're sure plenty a lovely lady would be happy to be his mate; be that a munchkin, human, beast, metal creature or any other walk of life he may be interested in.

Over lunch, you tell him as such.

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"What???" The Woodman seemed startled, hearing you say such things so boldly; a confused look on your face at his fluster. "You- what??"

He didn't have to eat, but he acknowledged that you did - as an organic creature,- , so he had stood by the table you were eating your porridge at quite patiently, and calmly... though now his shoulders were hiked up and his eyes were open wide. "I think you're a very handsome tin-man, and quite a gentleman. You should just tell Dorothy how you feel."

"... this is inappropriate. You shouldn't be so forward with me, you know." He tries to act un-bothered by your words, but you just wait a few moments- and he cracks, turning to you fully. "-and how do you know of my feelings or her majesty Dorothy?? Did Lion tell you???"

"No, my King told my nothing. I saw it myself." You admit bluntly, scooping a mouthful of porridge into your gob.

"What do you mean you saw it???" His voice goes slightly higher in horror and mortification, and a little grin spreads across your face despite how you probably shouldn't laugh at him right now. Or at all.

So he's not so completely serious, then. Thats... endearing.

"You're not very good at hiding it."

"Whats- what's with the smiling?? Why are you sm- " Suddenly he remembers himself, and straightens his posture once again. "Never mind. You cant understand the depths of my feelings for the Queen, or hers for me. You're just a merry Ozian." At that, you cringe. He believes she has feelings for him?? Oof, thats... rough... So rough, in fact, that you let that belittling statement of his slide. There was absolutely no love in that girl's eyes. "Or, furthermore, how difficult it would be for us to manage a relationship in this political climate. After all, I am her general."

"Right... " You nod, forcing an agreement and turning your focus fully to your bowl of sloppy porridge. He's more deluded than you thought, so maybe you should just let him go. Breaking a crazy person out of their delusions can be dangerous!

But he hears the disbelieving tone in your voice, and swivels his head around to you again. He cant help himself. "What was that?"

"Absolute nothing, sir, I'm just going to finish my lunch and we can go about your business once again."

"Mmm... " He grumbles to himself, but gives a nod. "Maybe you should."

You manage a few large mouthfuls, almost finishing, before the poor Tin Man cant handle it and actually moves to sit down opposite you; setting you with a stern look and folding his formidable hands carefully on the table before him. Considering his height, you still had to crane your neck to look at him, but you appreciate the gesture he's made, all the same. "I order you to speak. Why did you sound so sarcastic?"

"I didn't- "

"I thought your people didn't lie."

... hmph. "Fine. You're right, and I hated it." After giving it a moments thought, you decide to be frank with him. "I just... don't think the Queen, as deeply as she may care for you which I'm sure she does, thinks... That, of you. You are her old friend, and thats all. And I don't think you should be disappointed, either, sir, because as far as love goes- thats plenty."

The Tin Woodman continues to look sternly at you, so deeply and stonily that you might think that he were made of rock and not tin at all, in fact... and he's so quiet as he thinks that you swear you hear his heart tick-tock-ticking inside his chest... until, finally, the man takes in a deep whistling breath through his pins-and-needles mouth, that you aren't quite sure he actually needs (Being made of tin, and all), and lifts his laser focused eyes off of you. Its a small relief, and you take your own breath as you relax.

"... And how do you suppose to prove these assumptions?"

That gives you pause. Makes you hesitate. Prove??? You're not in a court right now, you're just talking. "I- well-... I guess I cant." Giving a shrug, you put down your spoon; Officially finished with your lunch; Put off it by the Tin Man's way of thinking, which is rather too Official, for your tastes. Too human and pompous, especially for a man made entirely out of tin. Then you add, with certainty and conviction: "I saw it in her eyes."

-immediately the Tin Woodman starts to shake, and you're worried about him, until you realise that he's chuckling. This man is c h u c k l i n g- at you. Baffled, you watch him with frustration, barely noticing the munchkin servants around you flash you both boggled and horrified glances; having never seen the Tin Man laugh. "Oh... " He sighs, using the blunt edge of one of his terrible fingers to scrape a loose tear away from the corner of his eye before it can get into any joints. "Good, because I was quite afraid for a moment, there."

Your jaw drops. "Excuse m- "

"Miss." The Woodman cuts you off, and you immediately - obediently, - shut your mouth. All humour had disappeared from the metal man's visage as quickly as it had appeared, and once again he was as serious as could be. "I suggest you finish your meal, and build up your strength. We have a long day to go, yet, and- "

"I know what I'm talking about, Mr. Dorothy does not love you." You insist, eyes wide and earnest to which he just nods, humming. "She doesn't."

"Mhm." His stubbornness is just as tough as his skin!!

"Mr Woodman- "

"I suppose you're finished." He cuts you off again, picking up your bowl and setting it on the platter that a nearby munchkin is waiting with after getting up from the table. "Off we go." As swiftly as the bulky tin can is able, he turns on his heels and marches off down a hallway; and you have no choice but to follow after him despite your irritation. About halfway down the hall though, he suddenly stops and swivels around again (His upper body turning and leaving his legs facing the way he was going, before bending down at the waist in order to meet your eye), making you stop very suddenly as well as to not run right into him and hurt yourself. "Out of curiosity, if Dorothy and I weren't meant to be, which we are, who in your All Knowing opinion, would I possibly give all this love over to? I asked for a heart from the wizard all those seasons ago for a reason-- it wouldn't do, to let it all go to waste, now would it?"

... at this, you're speechless. Well, anyone, right?? Anyone who wanted it in return. Your lips part, but no words come out at first. What an odd question.

"... suddenly speechless? Nothing to say now all of a sudden, little Ozian?" He asks, and if you didn't know any better- teased. With his head lowered and rearing down so close to yours so the smell of oil fills your head and make you a little bit dizzy, and the playful and challenging tone in his voice, he's Almost... almost... "Colour me shocked." He's... almost...

"Well I'm sure I don't know, specifically." You say, straightening up. "Anyone, I suppose."

His eyebrows shoot up. "Anyone?"

"Yes." ... almost... something... to you...

... slowly a nearly-unseemly smirk spreads across the well-shined underbite of sharp and pointy nightmares he calls a mouth and a flutter erupts in the pit of your belly. You're shocked, and can only stand there with your eyes wide on him and your lips parted. "... well I'll keep that in mind." Then in an instant, the smirk is gone and he turns his back on you again; replacing his Almost-ness with that regular sensible general-sona he wears for Dorothy. But the fluttering inside you doesn't go away with it, eyes on him. "Anyway, lets go. Much work to do for Dorothy!"

He marches off, and you follow him, wondering what on earth this feeling is and how to get rid of it and when you can go back to your King.

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Here is Wilt!! My Flower Kid for Smile For Me with a new and improved art ref! I still love this tall goober even if I've never done much with them, lets hope that changes seeing my hyperfixation for Smile For Me STILL isn't over!!

Additional info and their backstory under the cut!

In the middle of nowhere in the US, there was a old reclusive farmer. This farmer took care of everything mostly on his own and didn't allow many people to come onto his property, the reasons varied, but part of it had to do with how he had Shadow abilities that he'd use to 'possess' straw bodies to help him in his work, also part of how he was able to care for his farm on his own as well.

The farmer however, would grow especially attached to a scarecrow he constructed to ward away any pesky birds from his crops. This attachment would prove to be so great, that the shadows from the Farmer would separate and make the scarecrow into their own person, who the Farmer would name 'Wilt' for their droopy appearance and tendency to care for even the most wilted plants.

The farmer and Wilt had a father-child bond, and he took care of them and taught them everything he knew. However even if the farmer tried his best, he was still a recluse and didnt dare step away from his farm, and so neither did Wilt, leading to them to be very unsocialised, things became worse when the Farmer eventually passed from his old age, leaving Wilt alone for many years until when in their early 20s, they finally decided the loneliness was too great for them to bear, and decided to leave it for the nearby town their father would distribute their crops to.

Wilt had a incredibly hard time adjusting to town life, they were not only incredibly clumsy and would get into a lot of accidents, but their social inability made many find them unsettling to be around. Even now surrounded by other people, Wilt was still lonely, and for a while mostly spent time exploring the streets in hopes for someone to interact with, even if briefly.

Eventually, they were found by a friendly couple that ran a flower shop and needed a helping hand. When they saw Wilt's ability to care for flowers that had even wilted greatly, they decided to take them in and help them settle in. Whilst Wilt now had a occupation and friends in the shop owners, they still felt lonely from how many customers would still find them offputting and how the shop owners had a lot of difficulty understanding them. Even now, they were still unhappy.

Eventually, some mysterious fliers would appear around town, talking about a retreat known as the Habitat where sad people go to fix their frowns. Intrigued and feeling that they could use something to fix their frown, Wilt decided to embark to the mysterious Habitat...

Wilt, personality wise, is a very empathetic and kindhearted scarecrow, always wanting to help others and nurse unhealthy plants back to health. Their empathy can be so strong that the thought of stepping on flowers makes them shriek in emotional pain.

Unfortunately Wilt has incredibly poor social skills due to only ever knowing their farmer father, who was also very socially inept. They barely talk and often can only make wheezing sounds or say short one syllabel words at a time due to anxiety. However, this anxiety is a tad eased when Wilt talks with their little crow puppet Root, which was made to initially tell jokes to make their father smile and laugh, and so ends up being more confident (and even sassy) with it.

Despite this overall anxiety, Wilt has at times a mischevious side, and has the habit of sometimes standing completely still like a regular scarecrow before jumping at someone to surprise them as a joke, though they don't always understand why someone wouldn't laugh back at them!

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Your blog is very interesting, keep up the good work! Also is it ok if you do riddler, scarecrow, and mad hatter (seperately) who has a childhood friend who protects them cuz they have high morals and "a true hero never leaves the helpless behind." Quote they just made.

S/o has adhd (like me) so despite they're not as smart as them, they would praise them and even their inventions cuz they think it's cool. Their s/o wanted to be a hero growing up despite it sound ridiculous but that doesn't stop them from achieving their dream.

Then they all grown up and they became a villain while s/o became a new hero in gotham city and sometimes team up with batman cuz they think his cool. So what happens if they realize it's their childhood friend due to their attitude, having difficulty on solving things that only they could understand, and their cheerful, silly yet strong hearted nature. It's ok if you don't want to.

Aww, it's so sad. I honesty love this trope. Also S/O means Significant Other so I'm not sure if you wants platonic or not. I'll try to make it so you can read it either way.

Scarecrow

They were only good thing about his childhood, he hung out with them when he could.

He wanted to learn more about their ADHD, it fascinated him how it effects Y/N.

It might be partly why he got into psychology.

Their cheerful attitude make him smile after great granny punished him.

Still doesn't think they would go far with this ideology, especially the more he grown up and saw more.

Still couldn't help missing them.

And the fact that new hero acted like them really played tricks with his brain. Especially since he thought they were too familiar.

Couldn't believe it was them.

Ha. Of course they would end up on opposite sides.

He will give them a chance to back away. For the old times sake.

Unburied! Riddler

Ah, sweet Y/N. He always remembers them fondly.

They were only ones to listen to his ramblings. They pulled pranks on his bullies life was good.

He thinks their ideology wasn't really working but he wouldn't say bad things about them.

When the new hero showed he thought they were similar to his old friend so he got soft spot for them. Then he realized they were TOO similar.

Basically stalks them and get's every info he can get and soon he figures it out.

Isn't sure how to react. Decides to meet them face to face to say hi.

"It's kinda awkward isn't it?"

Would let them win from time to time.

While he doesn't like them fighting him he can see it being a game.

Arkham! Anarky

They were probably reason why he started the whole Anarky thing.

He looked up to them, would like to be hero with them. They could be partners.

Y/N was angel in his eyes.

When he saw hero acting like them it make him interested, he must have work with them.

He suspected who they might be but he only got confirmation once they called him his old nickname.

So happy! They can finally be partners just how they wanted to be-

.... what do they mean by, no?

Why? He make sure that scums of Gotham will be dealt with. He does the same thing as they. Why they don't see it?!

TWOJAR! Kiteman

Always thought they were better than him.

Looked at to them, might even learned to get up again again because of Y/N.

He recognised their attitude when they showed up as hero but he pushed the thought beside thinking it's stupid.

But then it's turn out he was right.

It's a shame they have to see him in that state.

"... hey Y/N. I knew you were always better"