#waylon jones imagine

[gatorbites-imagines]

In that case… Could I please request Killer Croc/Waylon Jones with a supringly really attractive boyfriend (like a male version Jessica Rabbit level hot, like it dosen’t even make sense for someone to be that hot) who no one understand how Waylon pulled. Waylon’s boyfriend is very sultry and alluring.

And Waylon roughly breeds his boyfriend doggy style 😇.

Thank u :)

Waylon Jones x Male reader

Headcanons

Guten Abend squad, how is everyone doing? Classes are still running at a max level, and I’m starting to think this is just how it goes. So, time to chillax with some Waylon.

Not as smutty as I would have wanted, but this honestly just built a life of its own and started running.

We see in the comics, or at least in one run, that Waylon does have game and knows how to pull somebody very attractive, so its not too surprising so could pull you. That’s what you think at least, since he’s a great guy, to you.

I imagine you two met after he left the circus, maybe you guys even left together. With Waylon being the circus’s “freakshow” and you only being there as eye candy to sell tickets. With you both being reduced to nothing but your looks, you two find solidarity with each other, and fall in love.

No one ever really took your love seriously back then, just thinking you were using Waylon for protection, since someone as pretty as you couldn’t be safe anywhere.

Insert the “seriously, what do you see in that guy?” “he makes me laugh” scene.

If we go with the verse where Waylon was in Halys circus, then the only ones that seemed to have some version of acceptance of your love was the Grayson’s. it was one of the reasons you two left the circus, having a strong feeling of what had truly happened to them and who caused it.

After leaving the circus, you couldn’t live in the sewers like Waylon. This meant you got an apartment, in the beginning in crime alley since it was cheapest.

You may have been so beautiful it would drive people mad, but you also had a head on your shoulders. So, in the end you set up a legitimate business, maybe you even become something akin to a designer. Mainly because your lover is so big, there’s no other way to get him clothes.

And maybe during your time in crime alley, you stumble upon a scrawny kid who, though he may act tough, still has a light in him. And maybe that kid ends up being batman’s second robin, who remembers how kind you were to him and everyone around you, so he doesn’t go as hard against Waylon.

The past you have with the Grayson’s also means that Dick takes it easier on Waylon, and they even settle down and talk at times. You’ll regularly find the two former robins hanging around your art studio, even years later when they aren’t robin anymore.

Your lover goes to Arkham, a lot. But you never hate him or even argue with him. You’ll just pull up to Arkham in your most beautiful outfit during visitors’ hours and hold Waylon’s hand as you two act like a new married couple, even if it’s been twenty at this point.

And it may have been twenty years, but you just seem to have become more handsome with age, aging like fine expensive wine. You don’t become shrewd or corrupted by the world around you, instead you stay kind and patient. You’re still in Gotham though, so you’ll turn violent if you have too.

No one really believes that Waylon purrs, until you show up and he becomes as meek as a kitten, ready to roll in your manicured hand.

Its no secret that you, one of the most famous designers around, and Killer Croc, are together. But its just such a normal part of everyday life now, that no one really questions it. your works never been dirty, you help those around you, and lift up poor and struggling artists whenever you can. So, what if your husband is tearing up the road trying to bite Batman to bits.

Theres a viral video in Gotham of you stepping out during one of Waylon’s rampages, and just scolding him, wagging a finger in his face and still looking so unbelievably gorgeous as you do so.

And yes, of course your design trademark is crocodile scales, or anything along those lines. You’ll never use real crocodile skin, but you do use the print or shape.

After all this time, people don’t fear Waylon as much as they probably should, all thanks to you. Its kinda hard to fear a guy when you know his boyfriend is unofficially titled the most beautiful man in Gotham, who’s also as giving and kind as the Waynes, whilst being more involved in the nitty gritty, since you still live in Crime Alley.

Someone has threatened Waylon with telling on him to you at least once too, which doesn’t stop him, but it does cause him to freeze and get an “oh shit” expression, long enough for people to run to safety.

Being one of the most skilled fashionistas around also means you have met the Waynes on multiple occasions.

The shared past with Dick and the circus, and Jason, though you don’t remember him as vividly, means you get called on more than most.

As you measure them out and start making designs, conversations flow, and Damian most likely ends up bluntly just asking you why in the world you decided to pair up with Killer Croc of all people.

You correct him in your answer, referring to your husband as Waylon, and then you just start waxing the poetics. Of your shared past, of the deep unshakable love you both share, and how under all his struggles, Waylon truly is an amazing man.

You’ve never confirmed that Dick was Robin, even though it was very obvious. Its not your place to judge how he, or his family, deal with their trauma or whatever they have going on. Your lover swims through the sewers, you can’t really say anything.

A few passing comments are made though, obviously. You tell the Waynes to “take it easy next time they see Waylon, wont you?” with one of your heart shaking winks before you saunter out, ready to start putting together your latest design.

Its kind of an accepted, not really a secret, secret. Its never put into words, and they know that you know, and you know that they know you know. Nothing ends up happening with it though, outside of you making some jokes and judging their hero outfits.

With age you’ve become less sultry and alluring, at least in the way the public can point out as obviously as before. You have simply mastered your field, and know just how to play people around you if you need too.

Though, you didn’t really learn to master it for the public. It’s mainly just for Waylon, so you like to see how his nostrils flare, and when he starts chuffing in the back of his throat when you saunter around in nothing but a silk robe.

The bats know that the first place Waylon goes when he gets out of Arkham is to you. But…they also all know to wait at least a day or two before they come for him. To allow you to spend some time together, but also because most of them have caught of glimpse of you… reunions…

Bruce wont admit it, but he’s at least impressed with you being able to take two of them at the same time, even after all these years. He might note down your many skills somewhere… just in case.

Reunions with Waylon are typically a hot and steamy affair. Or well, as hot and steamy as a guy whose as cold as a reptile can get. There are days where either of you may not be up for it, and then its just cuddles and having some nice domestic time together before he’s taken back to Arkham again.

But when it does get hot, then you are very happy you own the entire building. Waylon can get quite loud, but never as loud as he still makes you even after all these years.

Sure, you’ve learned to handle it more after all this time, but it still makes you squeal when Waylon fits both his shafts inside you at the same time, lifting and moving you around like a doll.

Where Waylon may be rough and violent in every other part of his life, Waylon is slower and much more careful in the bedroom. He doesn’t want to lose his senses and hurt you on accident. You have some very faded bite and claw scars on your body, back from when you first got together, and Waylon likes to remind himself of that.

Sometimes you do want him to be rougher about it, so you pull all the skills you’ve gained over the years. And Waylon is but a man, even with the scales and all, so he can’t resist you for very long. It always ends up with you writhing, face in the pillow that’s stained with your tears and drool or pleasure, as Waylon growls and snarls behind you, his big, clawed hands moving you back and forth with ease.

He always feels a bit guilty about it afterwards, especially seeing how much you leak all over the sheets. Expect to find yourself being pampered and loved on for the next couple of days. Even the bats seem to leave you to it, most likely having heard your cries. You get a feeling the people in the next building heard them too. But you honestly don’t care anymore.

You may have Waylon, and many others, wrapped around your finger, but so does Waylon with you. And neither of you really seem to mind anymore.

[nebulastarss]

World building the Catbatfam AU:

About Gotham: it's actually peaceful there. Yeah, all is casual, no need for costumed vigilantes. There's still a dark and dreary aesthetic, but is it truly GOTHam without the gargoyles and rain and darkness? It's just a normal city, no unusually high crime rate.

About the Rogues: honestly? They're either also cats or don't exist. With things being the way they are (peaceful Gotham, no vigilantes), some of the Rogues dont have their problems.

Examples:

Mr Freeze: Nora's illnesses don't work if she's a cat, and we can't have Victor going villain, so instead she has a rare illness, but beats it against the odds, and they live together happily. This works as both cats and humans

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The Joker (a potential side story in a series): he's a human, he's just a bitch with a bad sense of humor who doesn't like animals. He moved to Gotham thinking the smog would lower the amount of animals, but not only did he move in across from a (thriving?) Park, but also his last remaining relatives died, and all they left him was their fucking cat named Harleen, or Harley.

(They did that as they left everything else to their close friends. They hated him, so they didn't want him to sue for being forgotten in the will, and instead left him something they knew he'd hate. They figured he'd give Harley up within a week. The Joker has too much pride for that.)

He hates that cat. He refuses to get a litter box, so she very quickly has to learn to be an outdoor cat. Harley does not know how to outdoor cat. She is struggling.

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Ivy: a stray cat who's taken over the park outside of the Joker's house. She's got plant powers, always having plants threaded through her orange fur. She helps Harley, and their story ends with her kicking the Joker's ass. They become Gotham's resident cat-park lesbians. Honestly, she's living her best life. Harley is no longer struggling.

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Killer Croc: Waylon is a cat with a skin condition, he always seems to be covered in scabs. He was taken in by a lovely family.

I can't think of anything else, I don't really care for the rogue's backstories tbh

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The Wayne's (main plot): the owners are Martha and Thomas Wayne, and their cat Alfred. They refer to him as their friend, talk to him like a person, and eventually claim he's co-parenting their kitten Bruce. They got Alfred in college, and I'll post a drawing of him the second motivation hits. Until then you don't get to know his breed, it's a surprise. (I found out that the breed exists like. 10 minutes ago. Never heard of it before) from there, Bruce slowly collects his kittens and everyone lives happily ever after

Potential other families

The Kent's: lovely older couple bigs up a dog off the street. Who picks up a dog off the street (they're apparently related? Hello Kara.). And then another dog (who... he's also related too? Why do you have a son. Where did he come from. Whatever, his name is Kon) And then another dog, but at least he brings his wife this time. (Your wife's name is now Lois. Your newest son is now Jon. How many of these are we getting?) Etc etc for other superfamily members. They become those farmers with a whole clan of dogs who help out.

The Prince's: honestly I know jackshit about Diana. However I think she has a boyfriend? (Steve? Trevor? I dunno.) So he's a loser living alone with his badass cat. She could beat him in a fight and he knows it. He's pretty sure that she has more muscles than him. Also she's not like. Aging? Girl how old are you. Why do you look at me with such intelligence. I love you with my entire heart and would do anything for you but also you scare me. (I feel like he'd get her a talking button pad. She'd love it I think.) ("Is Diana otherworldly?" 🤷. If you ask her boy he'd say yes, but her vet would say no)

The Allen's: Barry is a bird. End of story, I shouldn't have to explain myself here. He is a bird, along with Wally and Bart.

J'onn: fish. He is a fish. To me. I dunno I'm working off of vibes here. M'gann is also a fish. Martians are fish.

(Picture me, desperately trying to remember the other members of the Justice League after having a busy day and 2 big meals. I'm so tired)

The Lanterns: there's canoically a rage cat. There's a cat with the red ring. They are cats. All of em, Hal, Guy, Kyle I think, there's probably more but I don't know em, all cats.

The Queens': genuinely I do not know this man. Well, no. I have like the opposite problem here as I do with Diana, as I know Diana's personality but I know nothing about her. I know Oliver's backstory, but I know nothing of him as a character. I can't accurately say anything about him. I think it would be funny to make him a cat because Bruce is a cat and these 2 parallel each other, but I'd rather make that decision based on him, not Bruce.

[bsbsjxnzbakh]

Floyd and Harley Headcannons

NSFW WARNING YALL!!!!

-Harley fucking ADORES Zoe, she spoils and helps her with homework whenever she can

-Floyd would die before he admits it out loud but he feels he isn't good enough for Harley. Thinking (wrongly) that she dated the fucking JOKER and he isn't at his level in terms of riches and shit.

-Harley likes wrapping her arms around Floyd, in any way

-SOFT. VANILLA. SLOW. SEX.

-OR

-REALLY ROUGH, BRUISING, MIND ALTERING FUCKING.

-mainly soft though. God knows both need it.

-Floyd learned very quickly Harley likes to take control in and out of bed. (And he learned he kinda likes it😂)

-Harley clings to him in the mornings

“Harley we gotta go.”

“No. Your my heat source asshole.”

-OH BOY THE HICKEYS. 😂😭🙌

-Floyd doesn't give a single fuck (he secretly likes them) anymore about the teasing he gets from the rest of the squad. He just accepts his fate.

-cuddles, so many.

-Floyd is chill with the nicknames (baby, babe, etc) while Harley is more outgoing (honey bun, cuddle bug, etc)

-In terms of PDA Harley initiates it, Floyd just kinda plays along.

-Floyd keeping an eye on Harley through his gun sight with a smile (CUUUUUTE!!!!)

Rick:The target it the other way Lawton.

[gothamitelove]

Can I ask for more yandere!Croc hc's with any iterations of your choice? How would they try to keep their "partners" in line?

oh hell yeah >:)

our boy croc is big and strong. so his go-to thing for keeping his partner in line is physical force.

this doesn’t mean that he hurts you, but it does mean that he can pick you up and restrain you. he’s stronger than you, he’s faster than you- you’re not getting away

and this goes for most iterations of croc, because his characterization stays generally consistent across the board 

he doesn’t want to use physical force, is the thing. he’d much rather you stay with him of your own accord, but if you’re not going to do that, he can’t just let you leave

also, he lives in the sewers, so good luck finding your way out of there 

[ladyvillainous]

Midway City: Rules are Made for Breaking

Inclusion of my OC Suzanna Walker AKA Fade into the Suicide Squad. She is a former colleague of Rick Flag, a childhood friend of Harley Quinn, a former member of the Joker's gang after his escape from Arkham and Harley’s transformation and now a member of the Task Force X team. She will also be getting up close and very personal with our favourite Aussie, Captain Boomerang.

Description

After the events of the 2016 movie what comes next for Fade  

Midway City Part 4 of 4

Warnings

I think every member of the Suicide Squad is a warning all by themselves but to be clear there will be violence, swearing, a complete lack of morals or ethics of any kind at times.Spoilers!... and finally SMUT

Word Count: 6603

“Rise and shine!”

Fade groaned, the noise muffled by her face pressing tightly against the thin mattress of her cot, her one slightly pathetic and stained pillow clamped over her head. It was a vain attempt to block out the steady stream of deafening obscenities spewing from next cell block over without much luck.

Removing her head from under the pillow, her dishevelled hair falling across her face she stared bleary eyed across the room, attempting to discern the source of the voice that had spoken.

A clearly amused Rick stood in the open doorway to her cell, the guards hadn’t bothered to lock it since they’d returned from midway, no point when she could just walk through it any time she liked.

With a deep aggravated sigh of the sleep deprived, Fade rolled over onto her back and swung her legs out to meet the dirty concrete floor with her bare feet, hands reaching up to rub her eyes tiredly as she responded.

“You’re back here quick, world gone to shit already? It’s only been a week”

Rick shrugged and offered a sigh that told her he was no happier about his quick return than she was, no doubt he’d hoped to spend more time with June now she’d been de-witched, courtesy of the Squad.

“World’s always in the shit, but the Squads not being assembled if that’s what you meant. Just a situation here to be dealt with” Rick muttered.

Fade chuckled in response, looking up to his face an amused smirk across her own “You mean Harley’s escape?”

Rick shifted to lean against the door frame, a grumpy look on his face though he eyed her thoughtfully “So you do know about that then? I had wondered”

Fade stretched making all the vertebrae along her back pop with a small wince of relief “I mean that was quite the bang, you think anyone doesn’t know about it?”

He conceded the point with a nod of his head and a thinning of his lips, cocking his head he paused to listen to the jabbering from the next cell block “That Boomerang?” he asked unnecessarily. The man was so loud you could instantly tell it was the Aussie from the accent, and the vibrantly colourful language.

Fade nodded, slumping back against the wall with a yawn “Yeah, he’s been raging since they brought us back and tossed him in solitary”

Rick arched a single eyebrow “That was a week ago”

“I’m well aware” Fade bit out testily “We’re the ones that have been sat here listening to him carrying on”

“He needs to calm down” Rick mused with a shake of his head “It was a mistake to square up to Waller like that”

“You think?” She responded with a snort of derision “Some people just don’t take to captivity that well”

Pulling himself upright again he jerked his head back towards the cellblock through the open door “Walk with me”

“Is that allowed?” Fade teased with another smirk and a raised eyebrow, though she nonetheless rose and slipped her feet into the ugly black crocs that were part of their delightful uniform.

Rick grinned, they both knew full well she could and did just get up and wander around wherever she pleased never mind getting permission “I’m allowing it” he stated unnecessarily.

Shuffling after the soldier with a chuckle, they walked in silence down corridor after corridor until they finally made their way out into the sunshine, Fade blinking back the sting from the harsh light.

Looking around her she realised they were in one of the smaller unused yards, though there had been some additions since she’d last wandered through here. Most notable was the dark green camouflage covered structure in the corner, containing a couple of chairs and a desk of some sort, looking rather like a temporary command tent. Sparing a glance for the rest of the yard she noted the new yet rusty, as all things were in this humidity, basketball hoop set up against the wall, a few weight benches, and some tiered seating across from where they stood, opposite the tent.

“What’s all this Flag?” she murmured, not sure why she was here.

“This is now your exercise yard, just for the task force” Rick announced arms wide as he indicated the new equipment.

Fade scoffed “We prefer Suicide Squad to that task force bullshit. How’d you get Waller to agree anyway?” correctly deducing that it would have been Rick’s idea. After the Squad stepped up and protected him, the city and saved June he’d softened towards them somewhat. He hadn’t forgotten that each one of them were dangerous criminals, nor was he stupid enough to believe he could trust them. He now simply recognised they were people and was treating them as such, Waller would have been content to shut them in solitary and throw away the key until they were needed. As a seasoned CO Rick knew having the squad interact with each other would build that comradery they’d all felt back in Midway, making the team more effective and he’d argued as such until she caved.

“I simply pointed out that a team functions better if they get to know one another a little. She came around after a little coaxing” he responded with a shrug, downplaying how hard he’d had to argue his case on this one.

Fade pursed her lips “So that’s why you’re back so soon, she wouldn’t allow it without your supervision I’m guessing?”

Rick snorted as she got right to the root of the problem “Spending Twenty-Four hours alone locked in a seven by eight concrete box would send anyone crazy and most of you lot are already questionable”

“Look at you Mr Boy Scout America going all soft on a bunch of scumbags” Fade smirked, but behind it she was genuinely pleased to see he was trying to do the right thing by the squad.

“Scumbags yes, but you’re my scumbags” He murmured, smirking at her as he added “Whether I like it or not”

She chuckled at that, turning her attention back to the yard at large asking, “So what’s the thinking we gonna have supervised playdates out here or something?”

Rick nodded thoughtfully “There’s an idea, maybe all he needs is a playmate”

“Who?” Fade frowned turning back to the smirking man at her side “Digger?” she asked eyebrows flying up as he nodded once “Where are you going with this Flag?” she challenged, arms folded across her chest, eyes narrowed to suspicious slits.

“I saw the way you two were looking at each other during Midway” Rick clarified with an incline of his head and wiggle of his eyebrow “GQ said you looked a little flustered when you came out of that alleyway by the bar and then there was the fact he came back when he didn’t have to. I assume you had a little something to do with that”

Fade snorted, here was the Flag she remembered during her time under his command, nothing ever seemed to escape his notice “Think you’re giving me too much credit there”

Fixing him with a teasing look she scoffed “Oh I see how it is, one walk on the wild side with the witch and the boy scout badge goes out the window huh?”

Chuckling he nudged her shoulder with his own “You’re hardly one to talk, lusting after a murdering, foul mouthed thief”

Fade snickered “He’s easy enough on the eyes, and fairly entertaining but it hardly matters. Can’t do anything when we’re locked in here”

“Remind me, can’t you walk through walls?” Rick pointed out, dismissing her argument.  

Fade snorted “Voyeurism isn’t my thing” pointing to the cameras around the yard as she spoke.

“Just an obstacle to overcome” Rick responded conversationally with a shrug.

The tone of his voice told her he was up to something, frowning she side eyed the man “Not one I could overcome by myself though is it”  

“I noticed you didn’t request a privilege after the mission” Rick murmured changing the subject and leaving Fade confused.

Shrugging she made her way to the bench nearby, sinking down onto it and stretching out her legs in front of her “What was the point, just not being put back under was good enough for me”

“Yeah, well they can’t now anyway as it turns out” he responded, dropping down onto the bench next to her, piquing her curiosity.

“What do you mean?”

“So that explosion was rather bigger than was really necessary” he explained, leaning his head back against the wall and closing his eyes, enjoying the warmth of the sun on his upturned face.

“Joker’s not known for being understated, go big or go home is probably somewhere on his tattooed hide” She snarked, irritated to be thinking about the man.

Looking round and opening his eyes at her tone Rick eyed her thoughtfully “Why didn’t you go with them?”

Fade glowered into the distance thinking of the last time she’d seen the acidic man before Midway “Joker and I have parted ways, you know that”

“Yeah, but you and Harley are still tight” Rick persisted.

Sighing deeply Fade ran a hand through her messy hair “Can’t always protect your friends from the dumb decisions they’re determined to make. Anyway, what’s this got to do with the explosion?”

Rick nodded remembering his original point “Oh yeah, so the device denoted right above some of the storage rooms downstairs and the roof caved in”

“So?” She muttered with an irritated frown, was he taking the scenic route to his point for a reason.

“It was the room they were keeping the neurotoxin in” he supplied with a small smile, waiting for her to catch on to what this meant which didn’t take long.

“So, it’s gone? All of it?” she whispered, not allowing herself to believe it until he said it himself

“All of it, except for the darts the guards already had made up but they seem to have been misplaced as it happens” he confirmed with a swift nod, a wide grin growing on her face “Nice!”

Her smiled dipped when Rick pointed out that it was possible to get more, they just needed to talk to the bat which left her frowning and confused “So why haven’t they?”

“Convinced them it wasn’t necessary” he shrugged still smiling.

“You did that?” she asked incredulous.

Slightly offended he frowned at her “I got some influence you know…” trailing off when Fade merely raised an eyebrow at him “Alright I convinced Lester not to record the loss, he owed me”

She twisted her body towards him curiously “What did you do?”

“Protected him against some people that would have otherwise hurt him” he smirked “Man likes to gamble with the wrong people”

Belatedly realising how this winding tangent had taken them quite far off course Fade attempted to steer him back “So what’s all this got to do with my lack of privilege request?”

Rick practically grinned at her now “I brought you something” reaching down to pick up the box she hadn’t even noticed he’d been carrying he passed it over. Watching her reaction as she opened the lid and stared confused at its contents, her eyes lifting back to his after a long pause “It’s remote-control car” She intoned dully.

“Something to play with” he stated each word carefully with a smirk on his face, only serving to confuse her further “Gee Flag you shouldn’t have” she muttered without enthusiasm.

Chuckling at her response Rick got heavily to his feet and retrieved something from his pocket tossing it to her as he turned to walk away “Here’s the batteries, enjoy”

He was halfway across the yard before Fade realised that they were completely the wrong type of batteries for the toy based on the box. Exasperatedly she called after him, but he just shrugged “My bad” offered her a shit eating grin and strolled back inside without a backwards glance.

With a roll of her eyes Fade considered heading back inside but when no one appeared to usher her away she decided to remain outside in the peace and quiet, rather than to have listen to Digger carrying on for another minute. She felt bad for the guy she did, some people just didn’t cope well to being cooped up and he’d been on solitary confinement for a week. Not even allowed out for his meals after he pissed of Waller royally back at Midway. It was his own fault and the rest of them were more than suffering for it too but still she wished she could do something about it.

She’d considered going to see him more than once but whatever that flaming witch had done to her had left her flickering for days.

Abruptly she held her hands out in front of her, realising she hadn’t flickered once since she’d woken, experimentally she phased in and out fully in control of her powers for the first time in a week.

Gleefully she leapt to her feet grabbing up her new toy and making for the door, pausing only to snatch the battery pack from the floor where she’d dropped it in her haste, only to sit back down and inspect the pack more closely than she had before. Not only where they the wrong type of batteries they weren’t batteries at all.

Glancing up and around Fade noted the location of the camera’s, carefully angling her body so the pack was shielded from view but slowly so no one would suspect she was up to something. Ripping the pack open two objects tumbled into her open hand, turning them over slowly a small smile bloomed on her face when she recognised them.

The first object was no bigger than a lighter, and closely resembled one, a cylindrical metal tube with a button on top that she recognised to be a small electromagnet device that would disrupt electrical equipment in a localised area. She judged by the size of this one it would cover a ten-foot square area at most but that would more than cover the square footage of a Belle Reve cell.

The second object was a simply two strong magnets stuck together which left her frowning, unsure of what use they would this be and then it hit her. The cell doors were steel, a extra strong magnet would be more than enough to either pull the locking mechanism open or more importantly hold it closed.

Jumping to her feet she stowed the contraband in her jumpsuit pocket, snatched up her new toy and returned to her cell via her personal shortcut straight though the nearest wall.

***

“Come on love, please, lemme out” Digger shouted, practically wailing at the guard stood outside his cell. He’d tried to befriend the bitch purely because she was the only human being he’d seen for a week, but she wouldn’t even give him the time of day let alone her name. She was wilfully ignoring him now, he even thought he saw her put in earplugs not long before she slammed shut the viewing slot in his door. He was going out of his mind with boredom staring at the same four bare concrete walls day after day with no one to talk to and nothing to keep him occupied. He wasn’t even sure how long they’d kept him in here or how much longer they intended to keep him locked in. More than once he’d railed about how this wasn’t the way to treat someone that just saved the world and demanded to see Waller. It did no good though, no one came, dropping onto his cot with a heavy flump he leaned forward head in his hands, elbows supported on his knees with a loud groan. Which is why he didn’t notice the new arrival not that he wouldn’t expected anyone to step through the wall of his cell.

“I’ve had a weeklong headache thanks to you” Fade declared as she stepped through the wall an aggravated but amused expression on her face, resolidifying she leant back against the wall, arms crossed over her chest.

“The fuck?” Digger yelped startled, flying up and off his cot he took two quick steps towards the door before he recognised his teammate and relaxed somewhat. Though he still clutched his hand to his chest over his heart with wide eyes dramatically “Jesus Christ Love! You tryin ta gimme a heart attack”

Fade rolled her eyes, but her smile widened despite his antics, it was good to see him “Firstly you don’t have a heart Digger so don’t make out you do, and secondly do you ever stop bellyaching?” she grumbled.

Calming Digger shrugged, ignoring the slight against him as if she hadn’t spoken, turning to look at the door and then back to her with a frown “How didya get in ere?”

She snorted sneering without any real bite “I can walk through walls, remember?”

He nodded like he had forgotten momentarily and then glared at her furiously “So why didnya make an appearance sooner then?” irritated that she’d left him alone when she could have made however long he’d been stuck in here more bearable.

“Only just stopped flickering after whatever that bitch did to me, didn’t want to get stuck in a wall” Fade explained with an ugly look on her face as she referenced the events of last week “Besides…” she smirked niggling him “Didn’t seem to be any point making trouble for myself, figured you’d eventually shut up” she rolled her eyes pointedly but only earned a scowled.

“Surprised ya decided I’m worth the trouble now” he spat glaring at her, becoming more incensed by the moment as she continued to smile serenely at him.

“Well…” she announced slipping off her crocs and dropping onto his cot crossing her legs underneath her “No one knows I’m here”

He snorted derisively and pointed to the camera above her head “We’re bein’ watched sweetheart, member?”

Answering him with a wide grin she glanced up and then back to him “See a red-light genius?”

His eyes snapped up at once, only now realising the tell-tale red light was indeed missing, returning his gaze to her gleeful face he raised an eyebrow in question.

“Seems they’re having some problems with their equipment today” she explained offhandedly the weight of the electromagnet in her pocket comforting against her leg.

“Can ya mess with electrical equipment now too?” he enquired, moving to sit on the cot next to her, letting go of his anger as quickly as it flared now he finally had someone to talk to and knew they weren’t going to be hurried away by the guards.

“No but this can” she shook her head and produced the electromagnet; he recognised the small device immediately having used them once or twice himself on various security systems.

“Where didya get that?” he asked at once curious.

“Ask me no questions and I’ll tell you no lies” she shrugged but continued to grin at him as she popped the device back in her pocket. Allowing her eyes to rake over him for the first time since she’d entered his space her eyes lingering on his bulging muscles and the tattoos she’d not noticed back at Midway. As suspected the man was solid muscle and she was very much enjoying the eyeful he was giving her right now clad only in his grubby tank top, jumpsuit tied at the waist.

He didn’t mind her ogling him in the slightest, the fact that she was being so blatant came as a pleasant surprise but otherwise he didn’t react beyond a raised eyebrow and a snarky comment “Only the first looks free love… What ya doin ere anyway? Not that I’m complainin”

Tearing her eyes away from the very male snack in front of her she caught and held his gaze as she answered “Thought maybe you needed some company, and a better outlet for your… stress” pulling her bottom lip between her teeth she allowed her gaze to drop pointedly to his crotch, bringing them slowly back up to his face.

A slow grin stretched his face as he leered at her but remained sceptical “Ya offerin to help… relieve some tension princess?” After days alone in his cell he wasn’t entirely sure he wasn’t hallucinating or if she was just messing with him, neither prospect was appealing.

“Well…” Fade stood with a smile and a shrug, making as if to leave through the opposite wall “If you’d rather continue sulking, that’s your choice. I can leave you be”

“Nah love don’ go” He all but shouted, leaping up to follow her to the wall. Crowding her against it and placing his hands either side of her head, pinning her with his body, looming over her with lust in his eyes.

Reaching up she wrapped a hand around the back of his neck the other wrapping around his bicep, pulling his lips down to hers, meeting in a feverish kiss that robbed them of breath. Digger’s hands left the wall to wrap around her body as the kiss deepened, one arm snaking around her ribs to slide up her back, palm between her shoulder blades locking her in place against his muscled form. The other skimming over her lower back and coming to rest upon her pert backside, squeezing her flesh harshly in a way that made her whimper into his mouth.  

Taking the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth he groaned at the sweet taste of her, reigniting the already dimming memory from their brief Midway interlude. Despite being barely a week ago it already felt more like a dream than something that had really happened, but here she was in his arms again and he couldn’t believe his luck. When the need to breath became overwhelming, they reluctantly broke apart, both dizzy and lightheaded but unwilling to break away from one another, their foreheads meeting as they panted.

Dropping her hand from his arm she fished in her pocket for the magnets, pushing him back from her as she retrieved them with a firm hand on his chest. Approaching the door as he stumbled backwards, his evident arousal tenting the heavy material of his jumpsuit in a way that left Fade’s mouth dry and caused an overwhelming need to rub her thighs together.

The confusion was evident on his face “What’s that?”

Snapping the powerful magnets into place over the lock and viewing slot, she turned back to him with a small smirk “Just ensuring no one interrupts us”

“Ya really are serious, aren’ ya?” He asked, still not entirely convinced she wasn’t having him on.

Arching an eyebrow at him she stalked slowly towards him “What’s the matter? Is Captain Boomerang all mouth and no trousers?” she smirked, eyes flicking downwards once more.

Stepping forward he hauled the woman in front of him back into his arms crushing her to him , pressing his groin against hers, eliciting a small moan of pleasure from her that left him grinning “I’m both princess”

“I seem to remember someone promising me a real good time back at Midway” she purred, eyes alight with mischief but dark with lust, finally convincing Digger she wasn’t playing with him.

“Best hold on sweetheart, ya not goin ta know what hit ya”

Reaching up to wind her arms around his broad shoulders she teased him “Oh is the flash here?”

He growled lowly “Shut up woman”

“Make me” she challenged.

“Oh ya askin for it now sweetheart” he whispered lowly, as he claimed her already reddened mouth once more in a searing and rough kiss.

All at once they were back in that Midway City alley, caught between freedom and certain death, clutching at one another’s clothes as if they were the only thing anchoring the other to the world.

Wrapping his large hands around her upper arms, fingers digging into her flesh almost painfully he walked her backwards towards his cot. A sly grin across his face no doubt mirrored by her own expression.

Fade’s knees hit cold steel and then she was falling, thrust backwards from Digger’s arms a small squeal leaving her lips as gravity pulled her down onto the cot with a creaky thump, the rusty old springs objecting to the additional weight.

Recovering herself she looked up into Digger’s thoroughly amused face a low chuckle leaving him “That was a cute little noise darl, wonder what other sounds I can pull from ya before we’re done?”

Fade pulled her bottom lip between her teeth even as she rubbed her thighs together enjoying the sight of him looming over her, a small groan leaving her lips when he tore the tank over his head and flung it away, his broad chest now on full display.

He merely grinned lazily at her reaction when she rapidly pulled herself to her knees, settling in front of him and reaching for him once more. Wrapping his arms around her he pressed her to his bare torso bringing his mouth down to claim hers, thrusting his tongue into her mouth aggressively a low rumbling noise ripped from his throat. Fade’s hands skated over his overheated flesh, short nails gently scraping through the dark hair on his chest drawing rumbled noises of approval from the big man, her hands dropping ever lower, moulding to his abs, fingertips skating over the sensitive flesh topping his boxers under his knotted jumpsuit.

A small noise of aggravation left Fade when he dropped his hands from her body to grab her own, pulling them away from the sleeves of his jumpsuit that she’d just started to pull apart, chuckling at her reaction lightly he mumbled a teasing disproval “So eager for the Captain, aren’ ya Darl?”

If her eyes had been open Fade would have rolled them at him, there was no denying she was impatient. It had been sometime since she’d had anything more than her hands to keep her warm at night and she wasn’t even willing to do that right now with the pigs watching her every move on the ever present cameras.    

When he dropped her hands, she reached for him again only to find herself suddenly constricted as Digger wrenched her own jumpsuit down her arms. The poppers holding it closed giving easily as he tugged the offending material down her body.

Twisting her arms free of the rough orange fabric, Fade’s hands closed around his biceps to steady herself as he ripped the garment down her body as far as he could, considering her position on her knees in front of him.

With a frustrated growl Digger broke away to frown down at her legs when he couldn’t remove the material completely, simply shoving her backwards her legs flipping out from under. Aiding him by lifting her hips he yanked the clothing from her body completely, chucking it over his shoulder into the same dark corner as his tank top.

Fade didn’t squeal at the sudden movement this time, but it did force a surprised giggle from her, his frown clearing now she was laid before him in only her own prison issue tank top and knickers. Digger licked his lips appreciatively, winking at her seductively as he knelt.

Rising onto her elbows with a questioning eyebrow arched at the man. Fade guessed his intent a second before he grabbed her legs and hauled her sharply towards him. Her body bouncing on the rusty cot, a surprised squeal issued from her matched by the springs protesting squeaks, until she came to a stop with her legs hanging over the end, feet now flat on the floor.

Placing his warm palms atop her knees he skated them upwards, leaving goosebumps in their wake, stopping only when his fingertips nudged at the elastic of her knickers. Thumbs hooking underneath the fabric to rub gentle circles over her sensitive flesh, so close and yet so far from where she wanted them. Fade clenched her hands into fists at her sides biting back a groan of annoyance, unwilling to give him the satisfaction, but he chuckled nonetheless. He could feel the tension in her muscles, see the way she shook as she prevented her back from arching off the thin mattress, the stress on her face as she fought to remain calm. He may have appeared calm, hands moving at a leisurely pace as he teased her, a man with all the time in the world but it had been some time for him too. Longer still since he’d had his hands on someone so responsive to his every touch, even as he teased her to distraction his control was being sapped, held in check only by sheer bloody mindedness and a stubborn refusal to be the one to break first.

Fade attempted to relax into his touches but the sparks shooting through her body with his every movement were proving hard to ignore, finally expelling a huff and a quiet whine “Stop being such a bloody tease!”

A triumphant grin played across his face, even as she glared down at him, once again propped up on her elbows though she too was smiling slightly. She was so touched starved every nerve ending was on fire with the tiniest movement, but she craved more.

Taking pity on them both Digger at last wrapped his fingertips around the side of her underwear bunching the material and pulling them swiftly down her legs. Once again lifting her hips and feet to help him, they too were tossed into the corner without a further thought.    

With the barrier removed he pressed his bulk between her legs, forcing them apart with a hand on each knee, leering at her in a way that would make most women run for the hills, but Fade wasn’t most women, only finding his expression thrilling.

Still holding himself in check Digger leant forward slowly, bright eyes dark with lust boring into hers as she watched him. Turning his face at the last moment he deposited a chase kiss to her inner thigh, inadvertently brushing the hair of his mutton chops across her core pulling a delighted shudder from her with the contact.

Another dark chuckle rumbled from him as he repeated the action receiving the same reaction. Only when she huffed impatiently once more did he finally place his mouth exactly where she needed it. Licking a wide stripe through her folds pulling a high whimper from her with the motion.

Digger groaned repeating the action “Ya taste even sweeter than I expected Darl”

A metallic clanging from the door snapped them both out of their lust fuelled trance, the female guard stationed outside the man’s cell demanding attention.

Rearing back on his knees Digger glared the door barking a terse “What!” hands once against resting on fade’s knees.

Slumping back onto the bed with a quiet huff Fade attempted to stop her legs from quivering and control her breathing, resolved to do something nasty to the woman on the other side of the door at the next opportunity.

“What’s going on in there Harkness?” she barked through the metal.

“Talkin to me now are ya love? Thought you pigs just liked to watch the cameras?” Digger hollered back, turning his head slightly to wink at Fade, chuckling lightly at her murderous expression thought feeling no less annoyed by the interruption.

“The camera doesn’t seem to be working at the moment” Came the reply, the woman ignoring the insult.

“So, open the bloody door and look for yourself then! Ya don’ usually stand on ceremony do ya!”

There was a scuffling from the other side of the door and some muffled cursing that had Fade shaking with silent laughter hand clamped over her mouth to not give away her presence to the guards.

“The doors stuck!” the guard responded irritably.

“Well, what do ya want me to do about it? Don’t open from this side member, call maintenance or somethin” the man was starting to enjoy himself now pleased the woman was as frustrated as he was earlier.

The guard could be heard talking into her radio, unable to make out the exact words they could both tell she was repeating herself, getting more and more aggravated by the second. Digger looked round a wide grin on his face and he realised at the same time Fade did that the signal jammer must have taken out her radio as well.

“Dammit the radio’s out too” the woman shouted through the door “Stay put I’m going to have to go get Maintenance myself”

Digger snorted “Where the fuck dya think I’m gonna go?”

The was a pause followed by string of obscenities and the sound of boots as she stomped away down the corridor, leaving them alone in relative privacy.

“That was a bonus” Fade giggled, silently thanking Rick for making sure the jammer would cover just outside the cell as well, not doubting for one second it was deliberate.

“How long ya reckon we got till she gets back?” Digger questioned squeezing her tender flesh with his fingers, eyes locked on her exposed core as he licked his lips, the action making Fade Squirm in front of him.

“A good forty-five minutes I reckon. Maintenance is on the other side of the prison and they’re not quick as a general rule” she responded breathlessly.

“Good enough” he muttered, dropping back between her legs, and thrusting his tongue between her folds without preamble, lapping at her clit like a starving man.

“Fuck” Fade all but screamed, falling back onto the bed her back arching in pleasure as he licked and nibbled, sending sparks of pleasure and pain shooting through her body.

Slipping a finger into her core, her walls clenching at the intrusion, Digger groaned the vibrations against her sensitive core making Fade whimper even louder. Adding a second finger he plunged them into her over and over, immediately setting a frantic pace with his mouth firmly attached to her clit. Clutching at his unruly curls with one hand fingers wrapped tightly around his tresses she pulled another groan from the man with the painful yet pleasurable pressure she was exerting on his scalp.

It took almost no time at all for Fade to fall apart, crying name all traces of tension wiped from her body by his surprising skill. Through hooded eyes she watched Digger rise from the floor a satisfied smirk on his mouth along with her release. Swiping a hand across his mouth he made short work of his jumpsuit, pulling it down his muscular legs along with his boxers and stepping out of it towards her. Forcing her up the cost he followed her the spring objecting to the additional weight as he positioned between her legs above her.

Fade had barely had time to get an eyeful of his impressive length standing proud against his belly before he was on top of her, hands pushing her tank up and over her head, ripping her bra from her body with practised skill.

Palming a breast in his large hand, the other arm wrapped around her holding her tightly against his chest, lips falling to hers with a newfound urgency.

Fade whimpered at the onslaught to her senses, still dizzy from her previous climax and overwhelmed by the man above her in the most delicious way, her own hands clutching him to her as he invaded mouth with his tongue.

Releasing her breast Digger reached down between them, positioning himself so that the tip of his cock was pressed against her still quivering core.

Stilling suddenly, he wrenched their mouths apart with a disbelieving groan, Fade whined at the delay clutching at his shoulders and rolling her hips against him in encouragement.    

“What’s the matter?” She murmured opening her eyes to see him frowning down at her.

“I don’ want to get ya into any trouble” he muttered, Fade’s lust drunk brain racing to catch his meaning, a mirthless chuckle bursting from her when she caught on.

Capturing his face in between her hands she smiled at him clarifying “You honestly think this didn’t occur to me before I came in here? How cruel do you think I am?... I have been so firmly irradiated I glow blue and walk-through walls. Trust me pregnancy is not an issue”    

Both eyebrows shot up at her words but he then he nodded and grinned “Thank god for small mercy’s” slamming his length into her he drew a long-drawn-out moan of pleasure from them both as he filled her.

“Finally” Fade hissed relishing the feeling of being full of him, something she’d been daydreaming of since the moment she’d laid eyes on him outside Midway.

Clenching around him involuntarily she squeezed him so tightly that he groaned, forehead falling against hers, eyes shut tight as he went rigid in her arms “If you keep doin that, I’m not gonna last long love”

She chuckled in response and clenched around him deliberately, even harder than before rewarded with another groan from him “Best make it hard and fast then, I can always come back tomorrow for round two”

Leaning back slightly he opened his eyes, a smile spreading across his face as he realised there was nothing stopping them from doing this whenever they wanted, now they had the tools “Alright then darl, hold on ta somethin”

Drawing back, he pulled himself from her body and then slammed back into her hard enough to shift her up the protesting cot a little.

“You can do better than that” She challenged even as she whimpered.

With another dark chuckle he drew back and thrust into her even harder, hips snapping against hers harshly. Not pausing to let her recover he repeated the motion again, over and over until he was pounding her into the thin mattress.

The vulgar sounds of skin slapping against skin mixed with his grunts of pleasure serving to push Fade rapidly to the brink. Her back arching into him, breasts pressed against his chest, hands clutching at any part of him she could reach, a litany of prayers to deities she didn’t believe in falling from her lips.

A sharp gasp was the only warning either of them had when she reached the precipice and toppled over the edge. Waves of pleasure crashing over her body leaving her shaking in his arms, his own body reacting to her climax as he came deep inside her with a guttural groan, slamming his mouth onto hers to swallow her continuing moans as he pulsed within her.

They remained like that for as long as they darted risk, bodies intertwined, kissing gently, hands skating over the others overheated skin soothingly. Only separating reluctantly when they heard voices coming down the corridor towards Digger’s Cell.

Dressing quickly Digger pulled her back into his arms for another scorching kiss as the new arrivals started messing with the door.

Leaving him to discreetly remove the magnets from the door and keep them safe Fade murmured “See you tomorrow” as she slipped through the wall. Leaving the good Captain with a smug satisfied smile on his face humming a little tune to himself.  

Hurrying through several walls she didn’t turn the signal jammer off until she was a good distance away, then returned to her own cell with a broad smile on her own face thinking of tomorrow.

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

Most Arkham psychiatrists don't last long, mostly due to the stress that comes with having to listen to the rogues. At this point, it's kinda like a game for them. Who can get them to quit the fastest? The rogues gave up on the idea of getting helped long ago so why not?

Rung's first session is with Killer Croc. The rest of the rogues jeer as he's escorted to the psychiatrists office, telling him to 'not scare the shrink too hard before they get a chance to'.

Now, Waylon have met his fair share of psychiatrists. Everyone at Arkham has to see one, it's part of the sentence. So he's not impressed when he's greeted by Rung's gentle smile. Most psychiatrists start out that way in an effort to convince him that they mean well, that they aren't scared of him. Liars, the whole lot of them.

What surprises Waylon though, is when Rung asks the guards escorting him to take off his restraints. The guards argue, stating that Killer Croc is a dangerous criminal with a long history of violence. Rung argues back that when Mr. Jones is in his office, he's going to be treated with the same respect he would give any other patient. Eventually, the guards relent, not before warning the doctor that if anything happens, then it's his own fault. Rung replies that he knows and will take full responsibility.

The it's just Waylon and Rung in the office. He tries to threaten Rung, at one point even lunging across the office and grabbing him by the neck in order to scare him. Most psychiatrists would scream in fear and call for the guards. Nothing. Rung doesn't even flinch. Not because he doesn't believe that Waylon could harm him, he knows he could. He simply questions if he really wants to. If violence is truly what he craves.

After the session, Waylon is led back to his cell by the guards, once again restrained. But he's calm. Deep in thought. The rogues ask him what he did, what happened in that office but he says nothing. Won't speak a word of what he and Rung ended up talking about. Partly because he's afraid that if he does, the others will mock him, call him an idiot and a fool to trust a shrink.

For once, Waylon wants to believe in someone.

I dunno if this is a good idea for a crossover but... Rung as an Arkham psychologist. Somehow, for some reason, he gets flung across the multiverse and lands himself in Gotham. Using his holoform he gets an apartment and eventually he gets a job at Arkham (still using his holoform of course).

Look, Gotham is crazy but Rung is old and he's seen some shit. Cybertron was messed up even before the war so while he doesn't really think the rogue attacks are normal he's also not all that phased. It would be so funny. Like, Killer Croc or someone is tearing up the street so Rung, together with some other civilians, hunker down in some shop while waiting for the bats to arrive and Rung casually mentions something he experienced back in the war and the gothamites are like 'hello??? that sounds worse than fucking here??? where are you from???'

Rung: "This reminds me of the time I was stuck under a dead body for 16 hours after a gunfight broke out. Except, of course, at least this time I'm not slowly bleeding out and the building is not on fire. How fortunate!"

Random gothamite: "Dude, are you ok???"

I also think it would be funny for Rung to get caught up in a Scarecrow attack and immediately start talking about his work as a psychologist and comparing it to his own experience being a psychiatrist. Scarecrow meanwhile is just like ??? because for some damn reason his fear gas is not working on this 5'10 twink.

I WANT RUNG TO SEE JASON 'EIGHT HEADS IN A DUFFELBAG' TODD.

[bet-on-me-13]

Danny runs for Mayor P.2

kgned3Part 1

Some more snippets of the Gotham Mayor Danny AU!

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Danny would absolutely try to hire some of the Rouges as his Mayoral Cabinet, I can just imagine Waylon Jones, the Killer Croc, in a Suit and Slacks sitting in a the Mayors Office while awkwardly holding his resume.

Danny: So, Mr. Jones, why do you think we should hire you? Waylon: Well sir, I have something of a reputation and I feel like I would be an amazing Bodyguard. Danny: OK, one question though. What is your opinion on Clowns? Waylon: I don’t like them. Danny: Hired!

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Danny: Now, Mr Nygma, what do you think you would bring to my office? Edward: Well sir, I am fairly well known for my expert planning and timing skills. Also I can give you fun riddles whenever you want! Danny: Hmmm, that’s definitely a good point. One question, if needed, will you attack a clown on sight? Edward: Yes? Danny: Hired!

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Danny: Now, I can see that you used to have a very reputable resume Mr. Dent. Harvey: Thank you sir. Danny: I can’t see any reason to refuse your application, but I do have one question. Do you like Clowns? Harvey: Uhm...yes? Danny: I am sorry dir, but I am going to have to reject your application for a job in the Mayors office. Mr Jones, please escort this man out 

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Danny would absolutely do an amazing job in decreasing the crime rate, just by virtue of the fact that his very presence is destabilizing the Curses put on the City.

But at the same time, his policies are also very efficient, based on Gen Z Humor/Ideas

Danny: As my new Law states, every year the most rich person in the City will be forced to give up 70% of their assets to Charity. You can avoid this by donating as much as possible in the weeks leading up to the Sacrifice Day, whoever donates the most is exempt from the choosing even if they are the Richest, we will then move on to the second Richest, and so on Reporter: Sir, isn’t this just the “Winner Of Capitalisms” Prompt from Tumblr? Danny: Yes.

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Batman: Why did you just pass a Law that states that all Vigilantes are given the right to kill? Danny: Because I accidentally hired every villain in Gotham, so now there is nobody to try and bribe me. And if nobody tries to bribe me, then nobody realizes that I will only accept bribes if the Joker is dead, like I said in my Campaign. I know that you guys have a no-kill rule, but I know at least one of you who would jump at the chance  Batman: *realizes that Dick has already killed the Joker once, Jason is actively attempting to every day, Tim is chaos incarnate and would do it to feel included, and Damian just really wants to let loose* Well played...

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Danny: Vlad, I am serious. Leave me alone or I will put you in Soup Jail for 3 months! Vlad: FINE! I’ll just go possess another Billionaire to force them to give me their company again Batman, listening from outside the window: What the f-

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Danny in every conversation with the Batfamily: I re-respect your decision to not tak-take a life...but I must insist you kill the Joker...for the good of the peephol-People! He is not a good inf-influence on this city and he must be des...troyed. Batman: *Wondering why he sounds like he is reading from a script* Um, I don’t think thats a good idea? Lady Gotham: *Standing behind Batman with some Cue Cards, trying to communicate with her Knights through Danny* *Thumbs Up* Danny: Also I wanted to say that you need to- oh um, ok- to get over the deaths of your parents and grieve in a healthy way instead of adopting every child you see. You are doing a great job kid, parentheses, do not read this par- Oh-Oops. Batman: Hm. I’m not even going to question that anymore.

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[acapelladitty]

Waylon Jones/Reader: Concern

Summary: Even in the midst of passion, Waylon remains as careful as ever.

Despite all the preparation, his tongue having long since licked every possible inch of your cunt with its animalistic texture - a little physical boon which still had your legs twitching minutes after he had finished eating you out like the finest meal - it was still a difficult fit.

"M'not hurting you?" Waylon asked, his question so low and growled that it was almost easy to mistake it as little more than a noise as it rolled free of his lips.

Wrapping your hands around the back of his head as you lowered yourself another half-inch down onto the cock that felt like it was threatening to rip you apart, you gave him a strained smile as you masaaged your fingers across the hardened skin of his neck.

"It's so thick," you purred, "that I think I'll be ruined for anyone else. Forever."

"Didn't answer me." Not missing a beat, Waylon paused his hips as they circled beneath your cunt, his natural instinct to stretch you out making his movements stuttered, and the concern etched on his face forced you to relent your teasing.

"I've never felt pressure like it." You confessed with a breathy moan. "I can feel the muscles burning as they stretch and the heat of your cock against them. I can feel every one of those lovely little ridges which decorate the shaft. It's," you pause to search for the right words, "quite a lot. But it's so good."

A rumble in his chest is his answer and he continues his slow ascent, raising his hips enough to push his cock another inch and the scorching stretch claws your fingers into his neck even deeper. What must be a slight pinch against the leathery skin draws a smile from his lips, exposing razor sharp, stained teeth that you can easily imagine puncturing through your vulnerable skin - the thought enough to draw a fresh moan and shudder down your spine.

He pulls himself almost free, the drag of each ridge of his cock making your walls feel like they're being dragged along with him as every millimetre was subjected to wicked torment. Holding it for a moment before pushing back in, you both found that the movement was a little easier due to the forced give of the muscles.

A calloused thumb dropped into the space between you, his other clawed hand remaining tight against your hips, and a keen of pure pleasure escaped you as his thumb spreads your slit to rub gently along your clit.

"Waylon-" His name is hard on your lips, at once a prayer and a curse as the extra stimulation makes your body stiffen in place - cunt, if possible, growing tighter around his cock as you pushed yourself into his curious thumb.

"Nice and slow." Waylon grumbled, clearly enjoying himself even as you see the slight twitch of strain in his eye as he held himself back from devouring you in the ways that his beastial urges demanded. "And all mine."

"Yes." You confirm with a pleasurable sigh, willing to wait until it was safe for him to indulge himself even as the thought of it made your limbs shudder in anticipation. "All yours."

[nightmare-foundation]

Hero/villain batfamily swap AU

Okay so I really wanna infodump about my au that I've recently made, which puts the batfamily in the Gotham Rogues' places. I haven't thought through all of them yet, and I haven't accounted for all the batfamily (i.e. Kate Kane, Luke Fox, etc), but this is what I have

The Rogues

Bruce- The Penguin

Dick- Two-Face

Tim- The Joker

Stephanie- Black Mask

Damian- the Demons Head/Ra's Al Ghul

Barbara- The Riddler

Duke- Mr. Freeze

Cass- Lady Shiva?

The Heroes/good guys

Jason- Batman

Nightwing/Robin I- Jacob 'Jake' Grayson

Red Hood/Robin II- Thomas Grayson

Raven/Robin III- Jonathan Crane

Spoiler/Robin IV- [name] Brown (she hasn't been named yet, but she's Stephanie's daughter!)

Robin V- William Todd

Black Bat- Rose Wilson

The Signal- TBD (feel free to suggest ideas)

Seer- James Gordon Jr.

Harvey Dent

Edward Nygma

Jack Napier

Oswald Cobblepot

Waylon Jones

Jervis Tetch

Basil Karlo

Admittedly, the ones I've thought through the most are Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian. Some characters i haven't thought much about at all or I have an idea of what I want them to be (like Harvey having a role similar to Jim Gordon, or maybe Edward works with Lucius?).

BUT- this is an au where an outside force fucked with the timeline (haven't decided who/what or how) and, after regaining their past timeline memories, the batfamily (now Rogues... except for Jason lol) have to work together to figure out how to fix the timeline. The problem being their current states make that task much harder than it'd usually be, especially with their current history with each other, even despite their memories returning. So there's a whole slew of issues, not just internal, but with each other and dealing with heroes. And they have... very complicated histories with each other.

I'll explain a few of them under the cut :)

Dick Grayson aka Two-Face

What differs in this AU is that Dick is, of course, never taken in by Bruce and is instead passed around from abusive foster home to abusive foster home in Gotham. Thanks to a mix of the circus having been not a safe place and the abuse he endures in foster care, Dick develops DID, BPD and OCD from the trauma. He grows up with a close friend in Jason Todd, and while they separate for a while (Jason going to train to become Batman, Dick going into law school), they come back together as adults.

Dick becomes a lawyer because Tony Zucco had used legal loopholes to get out of facing the consequences of murdering the Flying Graysons, and Dick fully intended on trying to fix the legal system in some way and to try to prevent something like that from happening to others. At some point, Dick ends up having 2 sons, Jake and Thomas, who are 8 and 3 respectively when Dick eventually becomes Two-Face.

Since he's very close to Jason, he's actually aware that Jason is Batman. When Dick gets more unsatisfied with the justice system, he joins Jason in crime fighting as the vigilante Robin. Unbeknownst to both of them, Two-Face (not yet called that, but i haven't thought of a name yet lol) is not only unsatisfied with the justice system, but also how Jason and Dick fight crime. (Two-Face believes in the anti-hero kind of lethal justice. No, he's not 'evil')

One day, I imagine something happens and Dick, in his civilian form, tries to defend someone from someone else, but the fight results in the attacker slamming a glass container full of acid into Dicks face. This is obviously deeply traumatizing, and not only that, it solidifies Two-Faces belief that vigilantes should adopt a more lethal form of justice.

This is, obviously, how they become Two-Face :) they're deemed too mentally unstable to care for their two sons, so Jason is the person who takes them in and cares for them.

Jason Todd aka Batman

Honestly, I haven't considered exactly how he gets the idea of becoming Batman, but I'm considering that the catalyst is similar; he witnesses his father's murder. Essentially Willis got on the bad side of some mob boss and gets killed in front of Jason and Catherine. Eventually, after that, Catherine succumbs to a drug overdose.

Jason grows up close to Dick, with them supporting each other throughout their childhoods and helping each other escape foster care. Eventually Jason comes under the care of Oswald Cobblepot (who is the surprisingly kind but tough CEO of Cobblepot Industries) after attempting to steal the CEOs tires. Through him, he gets into training, and he supports Dicks lawyer endeavors financially.

After he comes back from all of his training, he refamiliarizes himself with Gotham and then becomes Batman. There's a lot of stuff he's way more lax about than Bruce is, like killing or temporarily working with criminals if it yields better results, but he still has his limits.

Jason also has his own Robins, but his relationship with them is far more healthy.

Tim Drake aka The Joker

Tim wasn't actually all that unique prior to becoming the Joker. He grew up in and out of boarding school with somewhat absent parents, in a middle class then upper class household. Tim became a photographer and journalist as an adult.

How he became the Joker is simple: he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Because of who he was, he was framed, and dropped into a vat of acid.

What came out just... isn't Tim Drake anymore.

Misc.

This is essentially what I have for the others that I haven't fully figured out yet:

-Duke becomes Mr. Freeze not long after his parents are hit by a lethal form of Joker Venom. He keeps them frozen so that they stay alive while he tries to search for a cure.

-Barbara becomes the Riddler not long after Jim Gordon dies. There's a bunch of stuff that causes her to go villain mode, but her father dying is the catalyst, or the straw that broke the camels back so to speak.

-Damian is not centuries old like Ra's is, but he is on the older side (50s? Maybe older?). Really, a lot of characters are aged up lol. He is still related to Bruce and Talia. He has kids too! William (<- placeholder name, I'm having trouble naming him, I might give him a name that reflects his heritage. He's gone through several iterations already LOL) Todd is his grandson.

-Edward Nygma works under Lucius Fox and helps make things for Jason! He also totally makes escape rooms on the side. Cringefail malewife vibes, as he should always have

-Harvey Dent has a role similar to commissioner Gordon, though I'm debating if he's actually a police commissioner or a Private Investigator.

-James Gordon Jr. Is Seer, and i imagine part of the reason he became a vigilante was to prove people's assumptions of him wrong. He's physically disabled (not sure how yet, but he uses forearm crutches) and is diagnosed with ASPD. He works as a hero both in the streets and behind a screen. I'm not sure yet what kind of day job he has tbh.

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Leather and Lace (Killer Croc x Chubby Reader)

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Waylon Jones had never expected to be treated like a human again. That was until he met you. Now he will do anything in his power to protect you.

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Hey guys, I'm back at it again. I've always loved the idea of 'monsters' healing through care and affection. So I put our lovely boy Killer Croc into the spot light. I hope you enjoy.

Also, the 20th fanfiction will be a bit longer, not sure how long yet. But I have big plans for it.

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Smiling at the security guard, you made your way through the metal detector. Only to groan as the man stopped you. “It didn't even beep Hank. I have appointments to make.”

He gave a lecherous grin as he tapped your hip with his night stick. “Well, it is within my rights to randomly pat down any visitor.”

“Coming from another department hardly constitutes me being a visitor.” Spreading your legs, you hoped this would be quick.

“Just consider yourself an exception then, nurse.” He breathed down your neck.

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Cursing yourself, you sped to the solitary wing. That jerk had taken his time ‘patting’ you down. If you could call his thorough inspection that. No matter how many times you reported him you got the same answer. ‘We’ll look into it miss, but it would be better if you could work it out amongst yourselves’. Yet another excuse from Arkham to not keep their guards in line.

But as you thought of the patient you were heading to visit, your smile returned. Waylon Jones, aka Killer Croc, though he seemed to be the most humane ones here. If his treatment of you had any say in the matter.

The reason you even needed to see him was a violation all its own. He was beaten pretty badly and you were the only nurse brave enough to treat him. That was fine with you though, he was by far your best patient.

His cell was in an area a bit more isolated, but so were most of Arkham's most dangerous. As you came to the entrance, your badge was waved in front of a sensor. Stepping in you noticed that the guards had chained him to the bed. It was yet another standard procedure you didn’t approve of.

“Hello Mr. Jones. How are you feeling today.”

At the sound of your voice he lifted his head and sat up. “A lot better now that your here, Chere.” The smirk that crossed his face was almost more than you could bare. Who knew a crocodile man could be so charming.

Setting your go bag next to him, you gave him a visual once over. His wounds seemed to be healing well, with no visable infection. “Ok, shirt off.”

“Doesn't dinner usually come first.” His ‘complaint' was followed with him doing as you asked. He took the minor distraction as a chance to look you over. Never in his wildest dreams would he ever have imagine you. Being a new transfer, he was surprised at your attitude towards him. Most people always had a clear gleam of fear in their eyes when looking at him. Not you though.

Headstrong and full of determination. There wasn't a person that could stop you from trying to help someone in need. Though your personality was a big plus in his book. He could also gaze at you any time and not get tired of what he was seeing. Honestly, they should lock you away for how well your plush body filled out your scrubs. Forget the naughty nurse outfit, he didn't need to put you in anything but your uniform in his fantasies.

As you ran your warm, soft hands along his back. He couldn't help the shiver that ran through him. Think that he was cold, you moved to your bag. “Get dressed, the last thing I need is my most tolerable patient getting sick on top of injured.”

His smirk softened into a smile. “Aw Chere, i didn’t know you cared that much.” Sliding his shirt on gingerly, so as not to disturb his bruises. He was shocked to see you holding a jacket in his face.

“Of course I do. Now take this, it’s ridiculous that they don’t give you more layers. Do they not understand that you tend to be more cold blooded?” You huffed and straightened your bag, before slinging it over your shoulder.

This was exactly the kind of thing you did that drove him crazy. You knew things about him that no one else took the time to learn. He watched as you left the room, making sure to bid him a goodnight.

Putting the jacket on, it was a bit snug, but not so tight that one wrong move would cause it to rip. As he relaxed in his cot only for a lovely smell to take over his senses. Shifting the collar to his nose, your scent engulfed him. You were literally the type of person to give, someone like him, the clothing off your back.

He almost didn’t mind the shit that Hank put him through. If it meant that he got more time with you.

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Later that week, you took the familiar route to Waylon's cell. A bit more pep in your step. You didn't have the usual run in with Hank, at the check security check point.

Scanning over your medical bag, you were surprised to see a guard outside of the cell you were assigned to. As you got closer, a frown settled on your face. Of course it was Hank, you couldn’t get a single shift away from this guy.

“Hank. Can I ask why your at my patient's door.” You hoped that the direct question may result in a quick conversation. Though seeing the pissed off expression on his face, you knew it wouldn't be that simple.

“I’m here to find out why that trash has contraband.” His scowl deepened as he threw a familiar jacket at you.

Scrunching your face in indignation you said. “How can a jacket be contraband. It doesn’t even have a zipper.”

He took a step closer to you. “How would you know that?”

Rolling your eyes, you shook your head in disbelief. “He was cold during a recent check up. I gave it to him so he wouldn't get sick. It’s not my fault this place doesn’t care for it’s occupants.” Moving to step around him, you were surprised when he grabbed your arm.

“These people are scum. Sent here to rot until they die. Some deserve to just disappear all together.” His grip tightening the more hateful words that spilled out.

Getting as close as you felt necessary, your glare attempted to penetrate him. “While that may be your opinion, I find it to be quite the ignorant veiw. These people were sent here in hopes of bettering themselves. The staff are expected to help them on that path. But it seem some employees that aren’t suited for the task, have slipped through.“ You tried to wretch your arm free. Only to find that his hold had become achingly strong. Working to not let panic set in, you discreetly shuffled you hand into your medical bag.

“Well maybe if bitches like you would stop leading nice guys on. All while they were cozying up to monsters. I wouldn't have to do this.”

In one swift moment several dominos fell. He struck you across the face. While he paused to take in your reaction, you stabbed his cheeks with a scalpel. Before he could cry out, the cell door behind you both blew open. Where Waylon, who had heard everything, leapt from.

He descended upon the guard. At first he was seeing red from his rage. Then his body became red with the blood of the man who had dared to harm you. It wasn’t until you touched him that he came back to reality.

The alarms were blaring, so you had to raise your voice for him to understand you. “You have to get out of here.” Shoving the jacket in his arms, you pushed him towards a staff exit. “I’ll cover for you. Just get to this address.”

He looked down to what you were shoving into his hands. Your staff badge and license sat in his palms. Looking back at you in disbelief, he was at a loss for words. So he acted instead, bringing you in for a long passionate kiss. “Meet me there?”

You gave him a breathless nod and smiled. “Of course.”

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Ok but I'm taking guesses as to what happens kn Absolute! batman, a bingo card basically.

-Edward eventually becomes the Riddler, and the answer to his last riddle is an inside joke of their friend group, the last test to check his theory for Bruce being Batman.

-On the opposite, he doesn't become the riddler, and he's the Oracle of the group, but answers the comms in riddles beacouse he's a jackass.

-Just by the two of them being in close proximity, penguin/riddler is going to rise from it's Gotham (TV) ashes.

-Harvey lives happily and nothing happens to him, he only keeps his "two" motifs (trust)

-Batman has a "this isn't you" moment with every single one of them, just imagine this mammoth of a man going the talking route after axing a goon in the face, playing favourites much?

- Waylon Jones wears crocs, no further comment, or crocodile print.

-Mama Martha, just more mama Martha and please don't die, stay away from pearls

-Since Gordon is the mayor, It's Barbara who sets up the Batsignal

-Selina is the smartest of all of them, beacouse I say so, also can I please see my girl.

-Selina stealing Harvey's coin just beacouse it would be funny tbh

-One of the members of the friend group talks about Batman, in front of Bruce, without knowing it's him (bonus points if he's insulting the Bat)

-Harley's story doesn't revolve around the Joker (or at least not romantically, maybe she's also a billionaire? Omg Ivy's her sugar baby), but she still has Hyenas don't you take that way from her

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Katana: My partner needs to be calm, collected, honest, responsible, agile….

Digger: *Walks in holding Pinky in his coat and a beer in hand while nearly tripping over air.*

Katana: I want him.

Floyd: I'm so hungry I could eat a horse.

Digger: *Joking* I identify as a horse and that offends me.

Harley: I identify as offence and that horses me.

Digger: I identify as identify and horse offends me.

Chato: If you’re hungry why would you eat a horse?

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another character rant and this time it’s Poison Ivy!!! I’ve only been able to draw her a few times and I can’t find my other drawings of her 😔. Some of her design choices come from the voice actors appearance (we love and appreciate you Taylor!!!!), and overall I just knew what I wanted her to look like when I worked on her character with Taylor. Like 100% yup this is it I don’t want anything else type of confidence.

character wise, she is also another interesting character that I play a lot with when it comes to dynamics. Poison Ivy is a lot like Two Face in ANG, being activists and wanting to change Gotham but in their corrupt and violent ways. But unlike Two Face, Poison Ivy is dead-set on what she wants and doesn’t care for criminal organization. She attacks the Mayor because of his mildly (extremely) sexist law-making decisions, she uses her vines to grab Zsasz before he attacks an orphanage and WWE style body slams (vine slams?) him into the ground repeatedly, and the list goes on. Now all of this is so girlboss of her and girlypop, but there has to be some sort of fault in her character, and that’s when we get to her characterization that deals with more of her personal struggles. I imagine Pamela as a bit out of touch with her feelings, and she finds “humans and empathy confusing” (lies and denial, she may be plant hybrid girl but she is human herself, she just doesn’t know how to control and communicate her emotions). I have her with my little group I like to call the “we don’t say we are human because others say we aren’t human but in actuality we just wanna be human like them” gang. They all have their own struggles with this type of outcasting, Waylon Jones totally not being my favorite and totally is not my favorite DC character of all time besides Harvey Dent and Charley Charley Horse (from Batman the audio adventures, he’s may get to be in ANG as well!!!).

Now, I can’t tell you the bigger part of her characters role in this story, but season 2 her will get a much bigger influence in the story. She won’t be in the asylum with the others at any point BUT don’t fret, she gets a character arc on her own without Ernest.

[ladyvillainous]

Midway City: Welcome to The Party

Inclusion of my OC Suzanna Walker AKA Fade into the Suicide Squad. She is a former colleague of Rick Flag, a childhood friend of Harley Quinn, a former member of the Joker's gang after his escape from Arkham and Harley’s transformation and now a member of the Task Force X team. She will also be getting up close and very personal with our favourite Aussie, Captain Boomerang.

Description

Follows the recruitment and formation of Task Force X ahead of the 2016 movie

Midway City Part 1 of 4

Warnings

I think every member of the Suicide Squad is a warning all by themselves but to be clear there will be violence, swearing, a complete lack of morals or ethics of any kind at times. Spoilers!

Word Count: 6368

Blinking slowly against the dazzling light Fade lifted a single hand to shield her eyes from the onslaught. A small groan leaving her throat morphing to a small sound of surprise when she realised, she was free of her restraints. Raising the other hand before her, she squinted at her reddened wrists flexing her aching joints with a deep sigh.

Dropping her hands to the cot she was lying on, she stiffly levered herself into a sitting position, swinging both legs to the floor. Dropping her head downwards and breathing deeply against the wave of nausea that washed over her as the room swam alarmingly. Swallowing thickly, she coughed her mouth sandpaper dry, the all too familiar side effects of the neurotoxin they always kept swimming through her veins.

At the thought of the neurotoxin, she frowned down at her hands resting on her knees, the absence of the IV drip noticeable replaced with a livid dark purple bruise adorning the back of her hand. Experimentally she flexed one hand, lifting if from her leg and concentrating as hard as her foggy brain would allow. It faded turning transparent but barely, resolidifying moments later, a pained wince ripped from her with the action.

“Did you know you kinda… glow… when you do that?”

Fade groaned pained for another reason, not even needing to look up to place the voice of her former commanding officer “I’m told I go slightly blue, especially my eyes” Fade murmured with a small nod “I’d say it’s good to see you Flag but well…” she trailed off, raising her thumping head at last to eye the man from across her cell. The very picture of ease, he was leaning against the bare concrete wall next to the rusted metal door, watching her with less apprehension than she would have expected, but she knew his poker face well, and his tells.

“No need to look so worried” Fade muttered “I don’t bite… well not unless you ask me to” She snickered, enjoying needling the man, watching that muscle in his cheek twitch at her words.

“What happened to you?” Rick asked at last sliding down the wall onto his haunches back until they were eye to eye.

Fade snorted “Classic good girl gone bad story”

Rick shook his head “Seems like there’s more to it than that” he motioned to her hand now fading in and out with every flex of her fingers as they spoke, the unconscious action becoming less painful every time.

Fade chuckled mirthlessly “Once a murdered always a murderer, right?” The muscle in his cheek twitched once more as he clenched his jaw against the memory. Fade took no joy from reminding him he after all he had been the only one to defend her, shrugging she brushed past it “Honestly it’s a long story, how long you got?”

Rick stood Fade’s amused gaze tracking his movements responding “Not long” with an impatient shake of his head.

Cocking her head to one side she smiled up at him “So what are you here for? Can’t imagine they’d let you wake me up to catch up on old times… they don’t like it when I’m awake” she finished darkly, eyes darting to the open section of the cell door where the guards in full riot gear were watching her closely.

“We’ve got a proposition for you, one that will allow you to remain awake… if you cooperate” Rick muttered, side eyeing the same guards who hastily stepped back from the door.

Fade eyed the man curiously “Who’s we?”

Rick’s jaw clenched once more muttering only one word “Waller”

Rising to her feet Fade snarled “You want me to tell you where you can shove your deal? or can you figure it out for yourself”

To his credit Rick didn’t flinch but then he knew Fade when she was still called Suzanna Walker and a member of his unit. He knew what she’d become in the years since he’d seen her, despite his questions, but he refused to believe she’d changed so much in the last few years that she’d hurt him. The Guards weren’t as convinced however, they could be heard reacting to her outburst, weapons being raised, fighting positions adopted, as if that would help them.

“I see you’ve been making friends since you’ve been here” He jerked his head towards the door, Fade grinned darkly, her mood shifting mercurially “They weren’t being very gentlemanly”

Rick smirked at that, having seen first-hand how she reacted to what she termed ungentlemanlike behaviour before her accident, he could only imagine how much worse it would be now.

“Look…” He started, stepping forward towards her but stopping short of actually touching her as a warning flashed in her eyes, echoed by murmurs from the guards outside the door watching them. “Forget Waller, trust me” he nodded firmly, watching the indecision cloud her eyes momentarily.

They stood in silence as Fade weighed her options finally nodding, recognising that Rick had never given her any reason to distrust him “So what is this deal then?” She asked dropping back down onto her bed tiredly.

Dropping down next to her onto the cot with a heavy thump Rick grimaced slightly, even for a soldier used to sleeping anywhere he could, her cot was damned uncomfortable.

“We’re putting together a task force, if you agree to join you’ll get time off your sentence for successful missions and I’ll see to it that they keep you awake…” he paused as she smirked dangerously in response to his words adding “As long as you behave”

Fade pouted “You used to be more fun Flag”

Rick chuckled at her words “I’m not sure I’d go so far as to call any of our previous missions’ fun. But I always felt better with you there, knowing you had my back; you still have my back right?”

Glancing sideways Fade nodded once “Some things never change. I’m in, what else have I got to do” she waved her once again solid hand airily around her dank cell to punctuate her point.

Rick nodded “Very true, hold tight I’d lay odds we’ll be back sooner than I think any of us would like” standing he moved to the door pushing opening the rusty metal with an ominous creak and pausing on the threshold as she spoke “I’ll be here” she sang out, waving serenely from her bed, settling back against the cold wall, and pulling one knee up to her chest.

***

Rick was proved right when less than a month later the task force was mobilised, the guards opening Fade’s cell door with anxious looks upon their face’s. She’d behaved as promised, for the most part, but hadn’t been able to resist playing a few harmless pranks on the guards. Her favourite had been to phase and walk out of her cell when they least expected it. At first, they’d panicked scrambling away from her unable to use the only weapon they had that was effective against her. Rick had strictly forbidden the use of the neurotoxin darts against her as it took days for it to fully leave her system and they needed her ready to go at all times, not hindered because a guard couldn’t hold their nerve. This left the prison staff very unnerved to begin with as they had no way of stopping her from doing anything she pleased, it had therefore necessitated that many of them had to start being nicer to her. To both their shock and relief, whatever Colonel Flag had said to her seemed to be stopping her from hurting anyone or just walking through the outer walls. So far, she hadn’t even attempted to leave her cell block, a slow tense truce settling between her and the guards.

With a smirk Fade stood from her new cot, a gift she suspected Rick had arranged as it had arrived the day after he left. Striding towards the open door she shot the nearest guard a swift wink as she exited the man coughing nervously. Usually when Bell Reve prisoners were transported, they were strapped to a chair and wheeled around like an invalid, but there would be little point when she was awake and fully in command of her powers. Thankfully for them they had already recognised it was pointless without needing a demonstration, so they simply pointed her down the corridor wordlessly. They nonetheless surrounded her unnecessarily, escorting her with raised weapons containing nothing more than standard bullets. The concept amusing to her as they marched further into the prison, down several corridors finally exiting into a wider area Fade knew would lead to the outside. They paused as another pack of guards passed them; a blonde woman strapped down but cackling loudly as they pushed her past the doorway.

“Harley?” Fade called out at once, shocked to see her old friend, having had no idea she was even at Belle Reve.

“Zuzu?” Harley shrieked back, attempting to twist in her seat to look at her friend but held firmly in place by her restraints as she was propelled down the corridor without pause.

“How did you end up here?” Fade called out, barely sparing a glance for the guard that pushed her through the doorway though it was enough for him to hastily step back.

“Damn Bat ruined date night” Harley trilled back irritably.

Fade chuckled, trust Harley to be less concerned about being in prison than the fact that Batman had ruined date night with Mr J. The thought of the Joker left a sour taste in her mouth, it might have been the Bat that caught her, but it was because Joker had hung her out to dry in the first place.

***

“Zuzu!” Fade giggled as the blonde bombshell leapt at her, tackling her to the ground with her exuberant affection almost the second she was released from her restraints.

“Alright that’s enough of that” Rick called out.

Striding forward with a roll of his eyes, hand twitching like he wanted to help Fade up, even as Harley scrambled up and returned to her spot in line. Giddy with excitement she grinned and waved at the soldiers and various military personal surrounding them none of them looking pleased to see their little group.

While Rick resisted the urge to help a tall lean dark-skinned man clad in an orange jumpsuit reached past him with a hand outstretched, helping haul her to her feet muttering quietly “You two know each other?”

Resuming her vertical position Fade eyed Rick as he rapidly stepped back averting his eyes from her, curious glances and raised eyebrows being exchanged between the rest of his squad.

Fade grinned at the man that had helped her noting his eyes and the intelligence lurking there as they darted to Rick and then back to her with his question “We all got a past sweetheart” She responded simply.

“Oh, me and Zuzu go waaay back don’t we hon” Harley called out, having both overheard and misunderstood the man’s question, but he didn’t react beyond raising an eyebrow at the two women, letting it go without comment.

“Name’s Lawton” he intoned, holding his hand out to her again, Fade nodded grasping his hand firmly “Fade”  

The man frowned slightly “Why she calling you Zuzu then?”

Fade shrugged “In a past life I was Suzanna Walker, but it’s just Fade now”

“Why Fade?” he asked but she just laughed “You’ll see”

Turning their attention back to Harley they both smirked as she called to the group at large “Hi Boys, Harley Quinn, how do you do?” Fade chuckling at her antics, she’d known Harley long before she became the Joker’s queen, she was more high energy these days, but she’d always been a little off, he just somehow made it worse.

“What was that? I should kill everyone and escape?” Lawton laughed at that one, though no one else did. Fade was watching the military personal curiously for their reaction, which so far was broadly extreme disgust as they glared down the uncaring criminals in their midst.

“Sorry. The voices” Harley continued to perform, wide grin on her face turning to Lawton and Fade “I’m kidding geez! That’s not what they really said” Fade laughed loudly, only stopping when she caught sight of Rick’s irritated face. Something was off with him, she doubted he was happy babysitting a bunch of crazy Metahuman freaks but there was something more. A tension that radiated from him she hadn’t seen before, and they’d been to hell and back together more than once. Frowning at him she shot him a questioning look, but he merely shook his head fractionally, all but confirming her theory but clearly communicating now wasn’t the time.

A chopper had arrived behind them drawing Rick’s attention, with an impatient grunt he strode past the assembled group to deal with the new arrival.

Fade on the other hand was now staring curiously at the reptile man on her other side, Lawton moving to greet the remaining member of their group, a heavily tattooed man who so far had remained silent.

“What do we got here?” Rick called as an oversized duffel bag was dumped unceremoniously on the floor, attracting the groups attention as it moved.

One of the men that had dropped the sack laughed as Flag pulled a knife and used it to slice open the bag “12 pounds of shit in a 10-pound sack”

“Welcome to the party, Captain Boomerang” Flag quipped, the other soldier laughing as the man struggled to extricate himself from the bag. He lived to regret it when the burly man in question finally leapt to his feet and decked him, laying him out cold with one punch.

Fade snorted in amusement as Rick jumped forward with another of the soldiers, the two of them having to work together to subdue the man, the former pinning him to the vehicle behind them with a strong arm across his throat. All aggression wiped from the newcomer’s face in an instant as he held his hands up in surrender, a nasal Australian wheeze bursting from him “Ey Ey Ey, what’s goin on ere? Hey, one minute I’m playing Mahjong with me Nanna… Then this red streak hits me outta nowhere”

“Shut up!” Rick shouted irritably “You were caught robbing a diamond exchange”

“I woz not” the Australian whined, highly affronted.

Coughing to cover her laughter Fade decided not to push Rick any further the man already looking like he was on the edge, but the muffled sound caught the Aussie’s attention eyes flickering to her at the noise. Then just as deliberately raking up and down her body, hidden though it was behind the decidedly unflattering orange jumpsuit. Fade raised an eyebrow at his complete lack of shame with an accompanying shake of her head even as he grinned at her.

Letting the man go Rick returned to his unit muttering to himself, the beefcake trailing in his wake making a beeline right for her. With an outstretched hand he smiled widely at her, gold tooth glinting, in what was clearly supposed to be friendly way, but it just came off as arrogant “Digger Harkness sweetness, but you can call me Captain”

Lawton rolled his eyes, but Fade laughed, a cheerful grin on her face, despite his cocky attitude she couldn’t help but warm to the man. He seemed like he’d be entertaining at the very least as they descended into whatever hell Waller had planned for them.

“Fade” she responded, taking his hand, and laughing once more as he raised it to his lips depositing a swift kiss on the back of her hand even as he leered at her.

“Harley Quinn, nice ta meet ya” Harley bounced over attracting his attention, Fade noting how he leered at her too apparently, he was an equal opportunity type of lech. She couldn’t help but notice, with some amusement, the way his lingering gaze kept wavering to herself even after the bubbly blonde bounced over.

Her attention diverted by the arrival of a black SUV from the opposite direction to the chopper that had brought Digger, Fade watched at the last member of the group alighted from the vehicle a disdainful look upon his sour face. Rick declared him to be Slipknot the man that could climb anything, looking disgruntled but unsurprised that the first thing the man did was floor the woman holding open the door with a punch to the face. His justification was announced to be that she had a mouth, something that left Fade snarling at him though the others did little more than wince with the notable exception of Harley who started cackling loudly.

“What the hell Flag” Fade growled, echoing the earlier complaints of his squad as they’d arrived, even as she attempted to kill the man with her stare alone.

“Calm it Fade” Rick sneered the last word, reminding her they weren’t on the same team anymore.

Shooting him a nasty look sideways she fell back into line with the criminals with a terse but exaggerated “Yes Sir”

Making sure she stood as far away from slipknot as she could she wedged herself in between Harley and Digger, the latter eyeing her curiously as she glared venomously at the newest arrival.

Rick didn’t react to her jab beyond clenching his jaw, instead addressing the group as a whole “Listen Up! In your necks… the injection you got, it’s a nanite explosive” this pronouncement had all of them scratching at their necks except for Fade who merely raised an eyebrow “It’s the size of a rice grain but it’s powerful as a hand grenade. You disobey me, you die. You try to escape, you die. You otherwise irritate or vex me, and guess what? You die”

“I’m known to be quite vexing. I’m just forewarning you” Harley called out, waving a hand at Rick and making Fade laugh again. It was amazing how much she was finding funny today, despite being sent to her death.

What she didn’t find amusing at all was Rick’s barked and harsh response “Lady, Shut up!” Harley falling silent at once with a geez what’s his problem look to Fade. With a pointed look at Rick, she stepped forward phasing in and out quickly as she did so, the small metal explosive that had been buried of the meat of her neck hitting the ground with a quiet metallic tinkle that drew everyone’s attention.

Stooping Fade picked it up and held it out to Rick in the palm of her hand, eyebrow raised “What was that you were saying?”

Rick sighed aggravatedly, motioning to one of the support squad to take it from her without comment, the rest of the task force eyeing her appreciatively while Harley barely attempted to stifled her gleeful giggles.

Fade smirked but noted the way Rick gripped his side arm a little tighter, tapping his finger on the weapon, telling her without words that he was prepared with the neurotoxin bullets the Bat had brought her down with, she’d expected nothing less.

Rick continued to talk, Lawton in particular seemed to be sizing the man up, but dick measuring didn’t interest Fade, so she found herself zoning out. Stifling a yawn, she let the details of the mission go over her head, uncaring of how they intended to kill them and just wanting to get on with it.

Realising Digger was still staring at her intermittently she allowed herself to study him closer. The man was built solidly though clearly more muscle than anything else, if his tanned exposed arms protruding from his black tank top were anything to go by. She couldn’t help but think the mutton chops was a strange style choice, but they didn’t look terrible on him. It helped offset the fact that when he wasn’t smiling, he had a tough looking face.

His eyes were icy blue, but they sparkled with warmth and amusement as he turned and caught her staring with a look of blatant appreciation on her face “Like what you see Darl?” he cooed, blowing her a kiss as she smirked in response. It took a squeal of joy from Harley to alert her to the arrival of their gear. Fade couldn’t help but laugh as Harley skipped to her trunk, popping it open and clapping her hands together like an excited child at the contents, which were decided not child friendly.

Stripping out of her jumpsuit unashamedly, Harley instantly captured every male gaze in the vicinity allowing Fade to undress next to her with no unwanted attention on her, except for Digger’s continually lingering gaze.

The night she’d been caught she’d been out, up to no good on behalf of the Joker, all dressed in black attempting to go unnoticed. Her usual uniform of skinny jeans, knee high boots and black hoodie combo but upon inspection of the contents of the trunk Fade was confused to find them missing. A frown crossed her face as she assumed they’d provided her with someone else’s gear by mistake.

Reaching into the container she pulled out a dark grey almost black tactical jacket, an all too familiar union jacket patch on the arm that left her snarling “What the fuck Flag! This isn’t my gear”

Striding over to her with an impassive expression on his face he peered into the trunk and then offered her a shrug “Sure it is”

“Not for a long time and you know that! So where’s my damn gear?” She hissed incensed, uncaring that she was now drawing more attention to herself in her semi undressed state.

“The clothes and gear you had on you the night you were taken were used as evidence in your trial. If you remember they were covered with your victim’s blood” Rick stated calmly though his clenched jaw betrayed his agitated state.

Continuing to glare at him Fade folded her arms across her chest, not wanting to be reminded of the bogus charge that had put her behind bars, she might not be an angel, but she was no murderer, at least not this time.

“What about the stuff I had at my apartment surely that was all confiscated, I want that!”

“Your apartment burned down hon!” Harley called out, Fade’s head snapping round at the sound of her voice “What?”

Harley shrugged “Mr J don’t like it when people betray him you know that”

“I never! You know that’s not what happened” Fade shrieked, Harley offering a sympathetic but unconvinced shrug as she returned to her own trunk.

“Looks like it’s this or your orange jumpsuit” Rick snarked “Unless you’d prefer to go in naked?”

Fade glared at him “Don’t tempt me”

“I vote naked sweetheart, something nice to look at would be a bonus” Digger leered, a grin on his face his gold tooth flashing in the sun.

Rolling her eyes, she flipped him off to his general amusement and reached back into the trunk, as much as she didn’t want to be wearing her old special forces gear it was apparently her only option.

Yanking her old combats up over her hips, she added her combat boots and topped it off with a worn but soft dark grey undershirt that stretched down over her hands, thumbs hooking easily through the provided holes. Reaching for the tactical jacket she’d dropped in disgust earlier, she paused only to rip the patch from the arm before shrugging into it. Throwing the offending item over her shoulder as she zipped it shut, that was an affiliation she no longer held, her old country having long since washed their hands of her along with her adoptive country.

It was only when she snapped her thigh holsters into place and added her old but well-loved twin pistols that she started feeling a little better about the situation. Being armed to the teeth seemed to have that effect on her, so it was with a deep satisfied sigh that she secreted her various knifes and spare ammunition about her person.

Finally on locating a stay hair tie from her many pockets she twisted her long dirty blonde mane up and into low bun securing it at the base of her neck and declared herself ready for whatever was coming.

A quiet “What?” leaving Harley’s lips caught her attention, Fade snorting at the assembled men who started and scampered away, ashamed at being caught watching the blonde dressing, not that she could really blame them.

Fade sighed “Really?” Harley’s head popping back up from her trunk a question on her face in response.

Shaking her head exasperatedly she just chuckled at her friend’s choice of sequined hotpants, fishnets and high heeled boots to head into danger. Even more so that the woman had taken the time to fix her hair into pigtails, spray colour on the ends and apply a full face of makeup.

Straightening with her bat in hand Harley grinned devilishly at her “At least take your gun too” Fade muttered, motioning to the just visible gold and black firearm glinting from beneath one of Harley’s many inappropriate outfits. Harley nodded rapidly and disappeared into her trunk once more, bat hitting the ground with a wooden rattle as she rummaged for her forgotten weapon.

Looking round she found the Aussie quickly hiding something pink and fluffy in the depths of his grimy dark grey leather trench coat, a single finger on his lips at her enquiring gaze when he looked up.

“Captain Boomerang huh?” She asked indicating the metal items in his hands that he was rapidly tucking into every crevice of his battered leather trenchcoat “How good are you with those things?”

Standing Digger slotted the last one into the lining of his coat with a grin “I never miss my target sweetness”

Fade pursed her lips to keep from laughing, she doubted they were talking about his prowess with the odd choice of weapon any longer.

Now that the group was back in their usual attire Fade noticed how the men seemed to be sizing one another up, Digger prowling around paying close attention to the others Fade watching him with narrowed eyes. So far, he’d come across as a bit of a goon but now she was beginning to think he might be more intelligent than she gave him credit for.

The group minus Slipknot, who hung back to one side no apparent interest in the others, gathered around Harley as she continued to play with the contents of her trunk, torn whether to take her mallet or bat into battle. The men were talking but Fade had no interest continuing to ignore them just watching Harley with an amused expression on her face until Diggers voice broke through. Something about his voice just capturing her attention when he turned to Diablo asking, “What’s that crap on ya face, does it wash off?”

Croc chuckled darkly as Fade snorted, turning to look at the Aussie who looked vaguely pleased to have gotten a laugh out of her winking at her again, he was clearly a rogue but a charming one at least.

Looking back to Harley who was still playing with the mallet Fade shook her head at her, taking the weapon out of her hand and thrusting her bat at her instead. The blonde grinned at her and nodded decisively, Fade couldn’t’ help but wish she could talk her out of her other bad decisions this easily.

Rick marched up to them holding up a tablet emblazoned with the ARGUS logo “Behold the voice of god”

Fade snarled when Waller appeared on the screen, she doubted the woman even knew who she was really, but to Fade she was the one that volunteered her for the STARS lab project that resulted in her current state. It’s true she couldn’t blame the woman for the nuclear meltdown, as it turns out that was Mr J’s fault after his attempt to steal the reactor materials was thwarted by the Bat. But if it wasn’t for Waller she wouldn’t have been there when it blew.

Ignoring the woman, she crossed her arms and sighed impatiently, she’d never been one for standing around doing nothing but these days she felt like a live wire, her skin practically crackling with energy.

It took Rick shouldering past Lawton and Digger, who in turn knocked into Fade to drag her attention back to her surroundings with a jerk. Glancing around slightly wildly as if startled she gaped when she realised Digger now had a beer can in his hand “Where did you get that?” she asked incredulously, scanning their surroundings for the bar she’d clearly missed.

Offering her a cocky smile he rummaged in one of the many pockets of his grimy trench coat, producing another can and holding it out to her. Grinning in return she accepted the surprisingly cold can and snapped it open, downing half the can in one go “Good on ya girl!” Digger trilled in approval.

“Alpha, Bravo team, mount up” Rick roared over the sound of the oversized Chinook helicopters landing nearby.

Making no attempt to move quickly, the assembled team dubbed the suicide squad by Lawton followed Rick and the support teams to the tarmac.

With a wave of his hand, he motioned them into the nearest one and followed them all in, shouting over the rotors for them to take a seat, becoming more agitated by the second as they collectively dithered and failed to follow commands quickly.

 Fade fell into the seat between Digger and Harley, the Aussie immediately dropping one large hand onto her leg as she settled in, dangerously high on her thigh with a wide grin in her direction. She shot him a pointed look that clearly said move it or lose it without having to verbalise the threat, he chuckled in response but nonetheless retrieved his hand, though not before giving her thigh a gentle squeeze.

Usually, Fade didn’t approve of this sort of behaviour directed towards any woman, let alone herself, but today knowing they were all going to die anyway she couldn’t find it in herself to care. It helped that despite being generally lecherous there didn’t seem to be any real malice behind his actions. Digger just seemed to be playing around, which was harmless enough under the circumstances and he was relatively easy on the eyes, so she allowed it.

She didn’t know his background, but she doubted he’d found himself on the team because he was a nice guy, but despite being a relatively large man he wasn’t coming off all that intimidating either. Fade conceded that her take on what was and wasn’t scary was decidedly different these days, so maybe her worldview was somewhat warped.

Distracted by the contemplation of her own sanity, Fade failed to notice the woman hopping onto the chopper just as it took off until Harley called out to her, hand outstretched “Harley Quinn, nice ta meet ya. Love ya perfume what is that? The stench of death?”

Fade sniggered at the sound of Harley trademark cackle, but on looking round her eyes widened as she recognised Katana, the woman’s shocked eyes meeting hers across the airborne vehicle, mirroring her surprise. The woman looked to Rick for an explanation, but he only shook his head and motioned for her to sit.

Looking back to Harley the blonde smiled tightly at her friend having caught the recognition that flashed between them but surprisingly wasn’t the one to comment. Instead, it was Lawton who leant forward past Harley, voice dropping low as he enquired “Another friend of yours?”

Fade snorted “She look friendly to you?”

Both glanced at the woman who scowled at them in response “Decidedly not” Lawton agreed and settled back into his seat with a smirk.

 Now the choppers were up and on their way, Fade couldn’t help feeling an overwhelming sense of Déjà vu, just another beautiful day in ARGUS Special Ops, not that she was part of the team any longer or for some time. For some inexplicable reason the higher ups took a dim view to her attack on one of her former colleagues, they didn’t care that she’d caught him assaulting a local woman they’d rather turn a blind eye. They just weren’t prepared to turn a blind eye to her hacking off his privates with a machete though and they didn’t care to listen to the why, especially after the shock had killed him. Rick had tried to defend her, but she was nevertheless dishonourably discharged, her career over with immediate effect and remanded to Gotham Military Base Prison. It was from there she’d been effectively sold to STAR labs as a Lab rat by Waller.

Digger noticed her sudden preoccupation so didn’t take offence to her refusal to be drawn into conversation, instead wordlessly passing her another beer which she accepted with a small grateful smile in his direction.

Rick was glaring at the two of them, he didn’t approve they were on mission after all, but she merely cracked the can, clanked it against Digger’s and drained it while holding her former CO’s gaze.

He shook his head and turned back to Lawton who was attempting to start another dick measuring competition between the two of them.

Ignoring the men, Fade rolled her eyes at Harley who was up on her knees face pressed against the window, tugging her firmly back down into her seat “Come on act like you’ve been out in the world before…” the admonishment dying in her throat as she peered out the small round window herself, catching sight of the light show that was holding Harley’s unequivocal attention.

The sounds of gunfire hitting the chopper took them all by surprise, nearly everyone ducked on reflex making shrill noises of surprise and alarm at the noise even Fade. Her automatic response was to phase but she had to control that particular impulse, or she’d just fall through the chopper floor. Gritting her teeth, eyes screwed tightly shut she was vaguely aware of a shrill alarm announcing engine failure, the acrid smell of oil fuelled smoke and the nasty sensation of her stomach plummeted as the disabled chopped lurched downwards.

A shriek cut through her concentration from her left, realising Harley had removed her restraints to look out the window Fade reacted without opening her eyes. Snapping an arm out to her side she clamped it down over Harley’s midsection, hand spearing into the netting the other side of her pulling the woman back down into her seat as securely as she could manage. Fade felt rather than saw her friend’s hand clutching onto her arm as they fell from the sky, the chopper rolling with the screech of metal on metal indicating they’d hit something, the passengers lurcher sickeningly sideways.

The remaining pilot was doing his best despite his injuries but with no power they landed hard on one side, the chopper fuselage hitting the deck with the sound of rending metal, the rotors snapping clean away as they rolled over and over.

 Screams and shrieks filled the air, while most were secured into their seats or being held down by others, arms and legs were flailing wildly as the centre of gravity changed constantly. Fade was dimly aware of something heavy laying across her holding her down, her own arms braced across Harley and to her right. Rigid with the effort of trying to prevent herself from phasing and preventing the diminutive blonde from sliding out of her seat. With a nasty crunch the body of the destroyed vehicle finally lurched to a stop, the sounds of terror fading to be replaced with the ringing sound of sudden silence. The sounds of groaning and panting trying to catch their breath rising to fill the void, if Fade was honest, she wasn’t yet sure if they were dead or alive but then neither was anyone else.

Rick was up quicker than the others demanding they sound off, the troops responding reflexively as if on autopilot, including Fade as she forced her eyes open. Glancing to her left she flexed her hand loosening her knuckle whitening grip on the netting the other side of Harley with a small wince “You ok?” She enquired of the crazy woman that she called a friend.

Harley whooped and hugged Fades arm to her chest “Can we go again?”

Chuckling breathlessly relieved the woman was ok if not still nuts Fade removed her arm from her grasp, realising someone was wincing to her immediate right Fade snapped her head round to Digger’s face to see it screwed up in pain “You hurt?” she demanded urgently.

He shook his head “Nah love, ya just got a bloody good grip”

Frowning Fade glanced downwards belatedly realising her right hand was clamped around the poor man’s thigh, fingers biting harshly into his flesh. Snatching her hand away she smiled apologetically “Sorry”

Laughing he shook his head “Nah don’t worry Darl, I like it rough” he winked at her, earning a bark of relieved laughter that he returned easily.

Only then did Fade realise that it had been Diggers arm clamped across her during their freefall as she’d done to Harley, it had been his strong grip that had held her so firmly in place.

Looking down at the arm that slanted across her and then back up to the man with a deep sigh, she jerked her head downwards to draw his attention to the fact that his hand was currently placed firmly over her left breast.

“You can let go now” She added for good measure, Digger grinning at her but not immediately removing his hand.

It took a purse of her lips and a raised eyebrow for him to finally move it, chuckling as he did so “Can’t blame a bloke love”

The sound of singing drew their attention back to the cackling blonde “Oooooh Boomer and Zuzu sitting in a tree K, I, S, S, S, S, I, N, G!”

[magical-girl-coral]

Fuck it.

✨ Selina Kyle Headcanon Time ✨

Selina freckles from her father's side of the family that come out with the sun, but thanks to Gotham's shitty weather they are rarely seen.

She has two solutions to any crisis: adopt a cat or leave the country.

She met Waylon Jones during her second year as Catwoman after getting lost in the sewer system when escaping the cops. He showed the way out and she repayed him by making Batman chase her in the opposite direction of his lair whenever they both go under.

The only person she truly fears is her Cuban grandmother. One of her main reasons for keeping Catwoman a secret is avoiding the disapproving glare that could her resolve in a second.

She often wears anime outfits to important meetings like Meio's purple suit or Rei's chanel look just to see if anyone would call her out on it.

Adores dancing and knows every style imaginable. The only one she hates ironically enough it Irish step dancing. She keeps kicking herself at the ass by accident cause she has a hard time controlling her kicks.

As a teen, she used to punch herself in the face every time she felt herself tear up. Somehow it worked on keeping them in.

While she isn't a completely mother figure type, she does let Robins crash at her place whenever they get into a fight with Batman. She refuses to admit she likes them around and excuses that is that she just uses that chance to hear embarrassing stories about the big bad bat.

Selina despises Harley for adopting the hyenas. It's dangerous to keep wild animals as pets, both for the owner and the animals and the way she handles them is abysmal. She immediately sent them to a wild animal rehab facility the first time Harley was stayed in Arkham for more than a week.

She can mimic any animal sound from years of verbal steaming and vocal practice. She can even mimic other humans fairly well, though she struggles with the deeper monotones.

She has thick and healthy black hair from her mother and often styles it like a lion's mane.

She has undiagnosed ADHD but learned to mask it well.

Despite enjoying to travel and running away from emotional vulnerability, Selina could never stay away from Gotham for too long. It's like a siren's call at this point. She can't imagine having a different home.

[faiasakura]

New ship drop: Jason (Red Hood) x Waylon Jones (Killer Croc)

Batman: Legends of Gotham #1 (2023)

Let me give you all the relevant panels and you can decide.

SPOILERS BELOW for Batman: Legends of Gotham, which came out on Jan 31st, 2023.

The premise of this comic: There is a cache of data stolen from every federal and spy agency and vigilant databank, including Batman's secrets, that is being auctioned to supervillains. Red Hood is teaming up Black Lightning and Katana from the Outsiders to recover the data before it falls into the wrong hands.

Jason tries to walk into the auction as Red Hood, The Dastardly Criminal Who Took Over Penguin's Iceberg Lounge, and is rejected. How very convenient that Killer Croc shows up, kicks up a fuss, and then drags him inside as a plus one.

Then, when the auction's bidding starts, a bit more interaction:

And at the end of the comic, we see that they were working together all along:

THEY'RE FRIENDS, YOU HONOR. A BROMANCE. A ROMANCE. TWO DUDES SHARING LITERATURE RECOMMENDATIONS. WHO KNOWS.

They planned to get Jason into that auction so he could kill Bane. Jason did not kill Bane because Katana talked him out of it. BUT he went to great lengths to try in order to avenge Alfred. (Tangent: that totally feels like a callback to UtRH's "If it had been you..." line. Ugh, he should have been allowed to have a little sexy murder. DC can literally just resurrect Bane later. There are Alfred-Jason emotions happening in this comic but that's not the point of this post.)

Back to the main point: When and how did Jason find out Croc likes classic French lit? I can't imagine that's something Croc would tell him just because of the data cache. Do they read together/have a book club? Buy books together? "Hey buddy, I saw a first edition of that book you're looking for go up for sale!" AND How did Jason get Croc to get him into the auction? Or did Croc bring up his concerns about the data leak to Jason?

Also, Jason just looks so small and cute next to Croc 🥺🥺🥺 I just think the panel where he's being held up in the air one-handed and saying "Uh, little help?" is adorable. My baby boy and his crocodile MAN of a boyfriend.