#yandere Harvey dent

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"Million Dollar Man"

Ok yall..... I know I said it was gonna be another chapter of "I bet on losing dogs" but @lilithquillete sent in an ask about Reader interacting with Harvey Dent and I couldn't help myself. This is the same AU as Older, and it's the prologue. Sorry if they dont make sense together butttt I couldn't stop myself, Hope yall like it!!!!

The Pink Pony Club was Gotham’s underbelly, dark, seedy, and full of people who either wanted to forget their past or embrace it. Jazz played faintly in the background, a vocalist crooning somewhere in the distance, as smoky air curled up toward the dimly lit ceiling. The dim lighting and murmur of conversation created a sense of anonymity. For you, this was heaven.

A place where you got on stage and no one knew you, your first taste of freedom outside your family. Here, you weren't Bruce Wayne's least favorite child nor were you the failed Batgirl or useless sister, here you were just you.

Your voice enchanted people and on stage in your heels, you were unstoppable.

Only a couple nights ago, you packed your things and walked out of Wayne Manor, as if the years of being part of that family never existed. It wasn’t just that Bruce and the others had been ignoring her for Tiffany all these years; it was the cruel realization that you was never important to them. Not like they were to each other.

You tried. You had given them everything. But Tiffany’s presence had overshadowed you since she came into the manor on your 14th birthday. It was as if you'd been erased, the little attention you got diverted and multiplied to someone who was more useful, more important.

You couldn’t even get a text from Duke anymore, let alone a casual chat with Dick or Tim. Forget about Damian or Jason, or any of the girls really.

So, you left. And now, you found yourself at the Pink Pony Club, a dive bar with no judgments, just an escape.

The club was packed tonight, filled with people who seemed to have their own agendas and distractions. You took a seat at the bar, watching the crowd. It was your first day off and you had nowhere else to go.

Tonight, you weren't singing, didn't want to be noticed, but Gotham had a way of drawing attention to its wounded.

You weren't sure what you were doing anymore. This was't you. You were never a party girl, you would never be caught dead in a place like this. Bruce would kill you, if he could look away from Tiffany long enough to see you here.

Maybe you were trying to spite you family. Maybe trying to drown the anger that simmered within you. Anger at the Batfamily, who had all but erased you from their lives. Anger at yourself, for allowing it to happen.

But mostly, the anger at Bruce. You had spent years trying to live up to his expectations, only to realize that Tiffany had took his love in a day.

But tonight, you weren't thinking about them. Tonight, you were here to forget.

As you sipped your drink, you noticed a familiar figure at the back of the room. Harvey Dent, the once-proud district attorney, now the infamous Two-Face, sat alone in a booth, nursing a drink. His face was partially scarred from the acid, and his expression, even now, looked like he carried the weight of Gotham's filth on his shoulders.

Selina Kyle, Cat Woman, Bruce's ex- lover who got you the job had mentioned he frequented the club. And if you were being honest, you couldn't help but be curious about him.

"Rough night, sweetheart?" a voice purred from beside you. Speak of the devil.

You didn’t even have to look to know who it was. You knew that voice too well. Selina Kyle. The only person who never treated you like a pawn or an afterthought. The only one who didn't care about the petty squabbles of Gotham's rich, the same Gotham she had spent most of her life trapped in. Your only friend in this god-forsaken city.

You half-turned in your chair, giving Selina a wry smile. “You have no idea.”

Selina perched herself next to you, crossing her arms, sizing up the tension on your face. "Let me guess. The Batfamily still ignoring you? Haven't even noticed you moved out? Too busy obsessing over the golden child?"

Your mouth twisted bitterly, but you said nothing, Selina always knew exactly how to get a rise out of you. Your eyes flickered toward the back of the bar again where Harvey Dent, still sat in the shadows, his burnt face half-hidden under his usual dark, grim expression.

Selina followed your gaze, the slight curve of her lips pulling into a mischievous smile. “You’re looking at him again, huh? You know, I never took you for the bad-boy type. Never thought you'd betray Superboy like that.”

"I'm not thinking of Clark tonight." You said, suddenly tense at the mention of your unrequited love.

A dark, playful smirk crossed your lips. You weren't looking for anything serious tonight. Just a distraction. And Harvey would be perfect for that.

Bruce would be pissed.

You slid off the stool and made your way toward the half-handsome man, the tension between them thickening as you approached. He looked up, his eyes scanning you for a moment before he smirked.

“Is there something I can help you with, sweetheart?” Harvey asked, his voice low and rough, the raspiness of his tone sending a jolt of heat through your chest.

You leaned against the table, crossing your arms. “Saw you sitting here all by yourself, thought maybe you could use some company.”

Harvey's lips curled into a dismissive grin, but his eyes were cold, calculating. “You think I need company?” His tone was sharp, sarcastic. “You're a little young for me, don't you think?”

You grinned, unbothered by his coldness. “A little age never hurt anyone, mind if I sit?” You asked, your voice dripping with feigned innocence as you slipped into the seat opposite Harvey. You could feel his sharp eyes on you, scanning your every movement, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he took a sip of his drink, his jaw tight.

“Sure, if you’re into wasting your time,” he said flatly, not even bothering to look up again.

Reader’s lips curled into a playful smile. “I don't think anything to do with someone like you is a waste.”

Harvey glanced up slowly, his sharp gaze scrutinizing you like a puzzle he couldn’t quite figure out. His eyes lingered on you for a beat too long, his lips tight with something unreadable. “You’re bold,” he remarked, his voice heavy with condescension.

You tilted your head, leaning against the back of the booth, watching him through half-lidded eyes, peering at him innocently through your lashes, “What, is that a problem?”

He didn’t answer immediately, taking a long sip of his drink, his eyes now trained on her lips before sliding up to meet her gaze again. “You don’t know what you’re dealing with, little girl.”

You didn’t flinch, though a hot flash of insecurity pierced through your facade. You’d had enough of people underestimating you. “Maybe, but i've always had a thing for lost causes.”

Harvey smirked, his expression a mix of arrogance and indifference. “I’m not exactly your type, kid. You want a pretty boy, go back to playing in your Batcave.”

You scoffed, crossing your arms and pushing out your chest. “Did you just call me a kid?”

Harvey’s lips thinned, and you could see his eyes momentarily flicker to your chest. All men were the same.. “That’s what you are, sweetheart. You’re out of your league, go home to daddy and stop trying to play with the big boys. You don't belong here.”

You let out a low chuckle, leaning in just a little closer. This was a challenge now, he thought he was too good for you, too strong to give in, you'd show him how convincing you could be. “You think so? I’m not the one sitting in a dark corner of a bar brooding. Seems like I’m doing just fine.”

Harvey’s eyes darkened, and the tension in the air thickened. He took another sip, this time with a little more force, the sound of the glass clinking against the table ringing out. “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”

You shrugged nonchalantly. “I don't really care.”

He smiled, sharp and predatory, "This won't play out in your favor. You think you're in charge here, you're not."

The words hung between you, charged with something dangerous.

For the next hour, you exchanged glances, words, and cold retorts, every time Harvey tried to shut you down, you would respond with something even more bold and charming, pulling him in. The man was harder to read than a stone wall, but you knew one thing for sure: the tension was building, the air crackling with the kind of heat that made your heart quicken.

Finally, Harvey broke, leaning forward and offering you a sardonic smile. “Alright. What’s your angle, sweetheart?”

You leaned in as well, matching his intensity, never backing down no matter how hard he tried to intimidate you. “Just here for a good time. You’ve got your secrets, I’ve got mine. But I think we could both use some fun. A way to let loose.”

Harvey’s jaw clenched, but the flicker of interest in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed. “You’re wasting your time. I’m not interested. ”

“Then why do you keep looking at me like that?” You shot back, your voice low, sharp, and breathy.

Harvey’s lips tightened again, the words bitter in his mouth. “Because you’re trouble, you're a mess. And trouble’s what I wanted tonight.”

The words stung, but you didn’t let it show. “Then we're on the same page.”

For a moment, his jaw tightened, his face betraying a flicker of frustration. He reached for his glass, swirling it absentmindedly before taking a long sip. Then, after a beat, he placed the glass down with a deliberate slowness, his eyes narrowing.

“I don’t have time for games, little girl. Why don’t you take your flirtations somewhere else?”

But there was something in his voice—something that cracked, a faint whisper of desire beneath the tough exterior. It didn’t go unnoticed.

“I don't want much,” You replied, your voice low, leaning in slightly, your noses almost touching. “Just tonight. A distraction.”

He smirked at that. “A distraction, huh? You think you can handle me?"

The words were slow, dangerous, suggestive. The tension between them had become thick, charged with the weight of things neither of them was willing to admit.

“Nothing permanent. Just... for tonight. What happens after doesn’t matter.” You'd never fall for someone like Harvey Dent.

Harvey's lips twisted, amusement in his eyes. “What would your daddy think?”

A week ago, that would've mattered. Back when your life revolved around him and his stupid family. But now? Now, it didn't matter, nothing mattered other than getting Harvey Dent in her bed tonight.

You chuckled darkly. “I'm a big girl now Harvey, I choose who my daddy is."

His gaze sharpened, his grin widened, and you could feel him moving under the table. “Really? Do you now? Does that mean I have to prove myself?" He said his Gotham accent coming out as he swiftly slid out the booth and began walking away, only glancing back at you once in a silent invitation.

The night bled into the morning as you found yourself in your bed alone, the only evidence of last night being your scattered clothes and the rumpled side of the bed that smelled of a deep, earthy cologne. Harvey, nowhere to be found, though you're sure he stayed the night.

You found a note on your nightstand with a number and a single red rose. You threw them both away.

The intensity of the night, of Harvey’s dangerous allure, his cold, hard demeanor that eventually gave way to something more primal; had left you breathless. You hadn’t exchanged any promises, but there was no mistaking the way he’d looked at you afterward. There was an intensity that had simmered between the two of you, a powerful connection of mutual darkness.

Later that day, as you met up with Selina to apologize for ditching her last night, you couldn't help but notice the sly smile on Selina's face.

"So, how was it? Life altering? Mind numbing?" Selina asked innocently, but her voice had a knowing tone.

“Fun,” you replied smirking, “Just what I needed. No strings attached.”

Selina raised an eyebrow. “Really? Because I heard Harvey’s been looking for you. Asking around. Seems like you’ve left an impression on him. He's not the type to give up.”

Your chest tightened, but you pushed the feeling down. “He was just a distraction. That’s all. i just needed to forget Clark for the night.”

Selina knew of your childhood crush, she was the first you told. You approached her as an awkward, chubby 13 year old, asking how to make Superman your boyfriend.

Selina smirked, clearly unconvinced. “You tell yourself that. But I think Harvey’s not done with you just yet.”

You shrugged, "I'm done with him."

Selina faltered, her mischief giving way to concern, "I'm serious. You need to be more careful, men like that, men like Harvey Dent, they don't take kindly to being ignored."

As the days passed, you felt the weight of your choices, of the things you’d told yourself you could leave behind. And yet, you couldn't help but feel the pull of Harvey’s gaze every time you closed your eyes and went home with a different guy.

You were still angry at the Batfamily, still haunted by the echoes of Tiffany’s presence, but now there was something else. Something dangerous, something that wasn’t just about anger anymore.

A few nights had passed since the night with Harvey. You found yourself with a strange feeling, lingering like smoke on your skin. Like someone was watching you, following you.

It started with small things, when you sang at the club, you could feel his eyes on you. When you flirted with customers and they didn't look you in the eye anymore. When even your charms and seduction couldn't pull anyone in, Harvey was trying to put you in a dry spell. Punish you for ignoring him.

A week after the night, you came home from the club to your apartment exhausted and what you saw shocked you. Dozens of red roses were in your living room and kitchen, with notes and pictures attached to each boquet. Everyday you ignored him, your apartment would be flooded with red roses, by the 4th day you were sure there were no more red roses in Gotham. You would read the notes, each day a different one, more vague and kind of threatening.

“I see you every night, whether you want me to or not. - H”

“You think I’m going to give up? Not when I’m this close. - H.”

“You can’t hide from me. I’ll always find you. - H.”

You rolls your eyes, but can’t stop the flicker of something—danger, excitement, anticipation—from flashing through you. The usual defiance is still there, but now it has a slight edge. It’s hard not to feel compelled by his power, and you pick up a card that has his number on it, and you call.

Two months. Thats how long you've been something to Harvey Dent.

Since that night you called him, you've seen Harvey Dent everyday for two months. You either saw him at the club, he never missed out on watching you sing, or at your apartment, or he'd wisk you away for a candle light dinner. The only exception of his constant attention was the two weeks you were sick, and even then he called you and sent you flowers.

Thats why when he started getting distant it hurt, you were in love with him.

Like a fool, you fell for Harvey "Two-Face" Dent.

You wrote songs for him, stayed up on the phone talking to him, baked him cookies and cakes, you didn't care about his scars or his mood swings, you put up with his sometimes hurtful comments because you could feel his love for you.

It was in the little things. Little displays of affection like knowing how you liked your coffee, your favorite fruit, how he would play your favorite movie whenever you were down and watch stupid rom-coms all night, without complaint. How he would laugh at all your stupid jokes and help you with the dishes.

Everything changed when Selina dropped a bombshell. You were just finishing your shift at the Pink Pony when Selina came up to you, leaning against the bar, a rare seriousness in her voice.

“I'm sorry. I didn't want to have to tell you this” Selina said, looking at you with eyes full of love and concern. “But I think you need to know . You’re not the only one Harvey’s been after.”

You froze, heart dropping to your feet. “What are you talking about?” You asked, chuckling at the unfunny joke, Harvey would never. He loves you.

Selina’s gaze shifted toward the back of the club, where Tiffany fucking Wayne, was standing at the bar with Harvey. The way she leaned into him, the flirtatious, familiar touch on his arm, made your heart drop. That was all the proof you needed.

“When you lost your voice last month, Tiffany came here every night, working him over. She’s been coming in, feeling him, and leaving with him. She’s been playing him like a violin. And he's been two-timing you.”

Your stomach twisted. Tiffany. Your “sister”, the girl who always took everything from you, the girl who you cried to him about, who you told him stole everything from you, stole him too. The image of Tiffany and Harvey together was enough to break something inside you.

Your voice cracked. “I... he... he was mine.”

Selina raised an eyebrow, sympathy in her eyes. “I’m sorry. You know Harvey’s not the only one she’s after. She’s always tried to steal everything from you. She’s always been good at that.”

It hit you harder than you wanted to admit. Tiffany had taken Harvey, too. she wasn’t stealing brothers or sisters from you; she was taking the one place where you had ever felt wanted.

He loved you, at some point, you were sure. But could love be so easily swayed?

Before she came and stole him like she stole everything else in your life, Harvey Dent loved you

In the two weeks you were sick, Tiffany Maverick stole the one man who loved you.

The next night at the club, the weight of Selina’s words followed you like a shadow. You stepped onto the stage, singing as best as you could, but the usual thrill was gone. Tiffany was there again, standing too close to Harvey. Every laugh they shared, every touch, was like a knife to your chest.

You couldn’t help but notice how Harvey had changed. The way he looked at you now felt different—distant, colder. There was no longer that spark of attraction, just the lingering sense that something had shifted. That someone else had taken hyourplace.

Tiffany had won. Again.

You finished your set and stepped off the stage, throat tight. You caught Harvey’s eye as he turned toward you, but there was no warmth or love in his gaze, like there was two weeks ago, only disappointment. He was looking at you like you were just another face in the crowd.

You couldn’t do it anymore. You couldn’t stay. It wasn’t just the loss of Harvey—it was the realization that Tiffany had taken your spot in their world.

Her betrayal felt too familiar, like an old wound that never healed. It wasn't enough for her to have your family, she wanted everything.

That night you quit the club and broke your lease to your apartment. You wouldn't let Tiffany or Two Face run you out of Gotham, out of your city, but you couldn't stay where you and him shared all your memories.

You would forget about him. You would never mention Harvey Dent again, you would never even think of him again. Nor would you acknowledge that he was the first man that loved you. Harvey Dent did not exist anymore.

[yandere-wishes]

I just want to be Harvey Dent and Roman Sionis' little doll 😭😭 just be their little puppy sitting pretty on their lap. Having them pass me around amongst themselves, using me however they want and me THANKING them for it afterwards.

I want them to dress me up to match both their aesthetics and tell me how pretty I look while they pat my head. I want Harvey to force me to kiss his coin before he tosses it. I want Roman to pull my hair and slap me across the face so hard his rings implant on my cheek.

I want them to play good cop, bad cop, worst cop. Where Harvey plays nice, saying sweet kind words calling you princess and good girl while he rubs your thigh and massages your hips, burying his face in your neck and inhaling your perfume while leaving lovebites. I want Harv to be the bad cop and call you the most degrading names while he runs his gun over your body, finally pushing it past your lips. All while pinching you, bruising you, leaving his presence across your flesh. Finally, I want Roman to be the WORST cop, he doesn't even let you sit on his lap your place is on the ground at his feet, he leaves your bones fractured, leaves you a sobbing mess. He slithers into your brain, into your soul, ripping you apart and yet it all feels like pure ecstasy.

I want to sleep between them cuddled up. I want them to be softer at night, kissing your neck, playing with your hair, rubbing your back. Legs entwined under fluffy warm sheets. Roman and Harv ganging up on you making fun of the plushie you sleep with. While Harvey is your prince charming kissing you and your plushie and saying how cute and adorable you are. Promising he won't let the other two taint and ruin your innocence.

Finally, I want to drift asleep while they talk about business and tomorrow's plans. With Roman running his hands up and down your side, occasionally kissing your spine. Harvey's good hand under your head and his scarred hand mindlessly rubbing your shoulders.

[acid-ixx]

(name) wayne, gagged and tied to a chair:

the villain, untying their gag: hahaha! i have kidnapped you for ransom and your father only has 5 hours left to save you by paying me!!!

(name) wayne: damn bruh my father hasn't spoken to me in 13 and a half years i don't think he's coming for me at all, better if you shoot me instead lmao cause i don't think batman would save me either

villain: ...

yan! villain, untying your ropes: welp, kidnapping is basically illegal adoption, am i right?

(name) wayne: as long as i'm fed three times a day and you read me bed time stories before i sleep then i guess that counts?

yan! villain: sweetheart, you are getting more than that.

[yandere-writer-momo]

Happy birthday @yandere-wishes 🖤

Yandere DC Special Short: His Inamorata

Yandere Harvey “Two Face” Dent x Secretary Reader

TW:Unhealthy relationship dynamic, yandere behavior, CANNIBALISM AS A METAPHOR FOR LOVE AND OBSESSION, Harvey Dent being extremely delusional, terrifying behavior, horror, playing into the delusions of a mentally ill man, and a relationship that should not be romanticized

Tap. Tap. Clink. Harvey flipped his coin in his right hand while he tapped his left fingers on his mahogany desk. His pointer fingernail just slightly jagged from when he chewed it off from how nervous he felt from the proximity of the apple of his eye, (your name).

She had only been on his payroll for a few months, yet she had somehow warmed her way into his cold heart. Harvey was still unsure on how this progression had even began…

Perhaps it was how her smile melted the walls he had so carefully placed around himself? Or the way her (eye color) eyes never looked away from his midwinter gaze.

The pretty secretary diligently typed away on her keyboard at her desk. Unaware of her boss’s intense interest in her.

(Your name) always knew her boss was rather… eccentric ever since the accident. She had been his secretary back when he was district attorney and since he had became a crime boss, he asked for her to return to her secretarial duties.

(Your name) obeyed since she knew he was completely unstable yet she saw so many glimpses of the man he used to be as she sat in his new office with him. At times, it felt like she was with good ol’ Harvey… other times, she dealt with the beast.

Two Face was flirtatious with her when he was the personality that was forefront. And he was a bit aggressive with his advances at times… but she couldn’t find it in herself to leave. Not when Harvey desperately clung to the past.

The slimmer of dusk streamed over his mangled face from the slightly opened curtains on the window window. Moments like this always made him seem almost like another man. Someone with an aetherium glow under the slivers of sunlight, his eyes half-lidded as the sun brought out the beauty of the right side of his face. The pink and orange hues reminded her of the Greek god Apollo, the nickname he once had when he was still District Attorney. The days he walked in the sun either his head held high…

But as the shadows dance over his brow when the sun sank itself further down in the distance, the scarred half of his face is transformed into something monstrous and twisted like the gnarled branches of an old tree. No longer the dashing Apollo, but rather a form of the intimidating Hades.

A small part of (Your name) found his dual appearance rather attractive in a way. He was handsome like a car crash. Destructive yet she couldn’t tear her eyes away. Harvey was both Heaven and Hell. The stars and the moon… he was more than his scars and his contrasting nature. Not that she’d ever voice her tidbit of admiration for him. (Your name) feared it would go to his head.

(Your name) was unaware of the storm of lust that brewed within Harvey. Of the way his midwinter sky eyes studied her in the way a predator stalked its prey. She was on his menu… and he would stop at nothing to devour her.

Harvey wanted to consume her. To sink his teeth in her flesh so hard, he left a mark. He wanted to drink (your name)‘s blood until she was dizzy, until she didn’t know where he ended and she began. Harvey wanted to tear her open with his hands so he could crawl inside her ribcage and finally feel like he belonged. He wanted to wrap his hands around her heart and gulp it down before anyone else could try to take it. But he won't—not yet. For now, Harvey would admire her from his position at his half organized and half messy desk. He would pretend that observation from afar would work.

“(Your name)?”

“Yes, sir?” (Your name) smiled at Harvey who returned the smile faintly.

“Please don’t leave me.”

If (your name) would gaze into those piercing blue eyes, she’d see the storm of obsession and love brewing beneath them. Yet she just gave him a soft smile in return.

“I won’t, sir.” She then went back to work as her boss sighed dreamily.

Harvey’s smile soon stretched into a twisted smile. She wouldn’t leave… then maybe it was time to make a move after all?

Harvey was a man lost in madness and darkness, therefore his love would be as well. He knew his love would be intense and twisted like the labyrinth of his mind. Yet he couldn’t help but yearn for love and acceptance.

(Your name) was the only one to show even a hint of either toward him and he lapped at the crumbs of her affection like a man starved of a proper meal for weeks.

Yet she had been kind to him. She had been his savior and his light at the end of his dark tunnel of eternal damnation. Harvey wanted to worship her! To kiss every inch of her skin and whisper words of reverence into her skin until it was permanently etched into her mind like it was his! To lock her away like a dragon did with a beautiful princess in a tower so no one else could harm a hair on her head.

Yet that other half didn’t want that, no… Two Face wanted to ruin her. To sink his fingers until there were petals of purples, blues, and yellows blossomed on her skin. To tear her apart bit by bit with his teeth and then piece her back together in his ideal image of complete submission. Like how Victor Frankenstein created the bride for his monster, except Two Face would be both her creator and other half.

If there was such thing as the red string of fate, he would cut hers and permanently tie her to himself so she could never run from him.

Harvey and Two Face would be bother her protector and the beast that she feared under her bed at night. They were both love and limerence. Both infatuation and unbridled obsession. Two being that tethered on a delicate balance in the single body they shared yet they had one common goal now… to have her.

And they would stop at nothing until she was theirs. Even if he had to isolate her from everything and everyone, he would have her… his inamorata.

[d3athmaskd1v1n3]

"Before it all ends, let us end it ourselves"

Yandere TwoFace x Reader

⁽ᶜᵂ: ˢᵗᵃˡᵏⁱⁿᵍ, ⁱⁿᵛᵃˢⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ᵖʳⁱᵛᵃᶜʸ, ᵐᵘʳᵈᵉʳ,ʰᵉᵃᵛʸ ᵃⁿᵍˢᵗ. ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ⁱˢ ˢᵘˢᵖᵉᶜᵗᵉᵈ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰᵉᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵀʷᵒ⁻ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ᵈᵒᵉˢ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵈʳᵃˢᵗⁱᶜ ˢʰⁱᵗ⁾

ᴺᵒʷ ᴾˡᵃʸⁱⁿᵍ: ᴬⁱˢʰⁱᵗᵉ ⁱᵗᵃ ⁿᵒ ⁿⁱ ᵇʸ ᴹᴬᴿᴱᵀᵁ

Neither Harvey or Two-Face liked sharing, even amongst themselves. One side was always worried about the other fucking things up.

Harvey is worried that Two-Face's violent tendencies and unpredictable nature will drive you away from him. He knows every time that coin lands scarred side up, he risks losing you. How far is too far for you? He doesn't want to find out.

Two-Face hates how Harvey is stealing all your affections, diverting your attention. Harvey is kinder, more noble... but you cannot separate Harvey from Two-Face. Inevitably, you'll look for that kindness elsewhere, leaving them both alone.

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"You still love us, right?"

That question is usually met with a quick and confident "yes" but recently your reassurances have seemed more tired...

Less sincere...

While Harvey tried telling himself that nothing was wrong, Two-Face was quick to jump to conclusions.

So one winter's night, while you slept in your bed, the pale moonlight streaming in through the window and covering you in its glow, he snuck into your room and quietly grabbed your phone off the nightstand.

He then went into the hallway, going through every part of your phone, looking for incriminating evidence...

Photos, social media, private messages...

Nothing.

He sighs, going back into the bedroom (still being as quiet as humanly possible) and putting the phone back exactly where it was before.

"Why would you even think they'd betray us like that? Why would you think they'd be so heartless?" Harvey mutters.

"Why else would they be so distant? Something's off. I just know it." Two-Face replies, his voice just as hushed but much more gravelly and harsh.

"Forget it. It's late, and we'll only get more paranoid if we stay up all night worrying about it."

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Nothing has gotten better. Anxiety and distrust gnaws at them from the inside as you continue to act strangely around them. Harvey keeps clinging to hope, praying that he's right. Maybe you're just stressed.

He really hopes your love for him hasn't died and withered away so quickly.

It's been so perfect. Your love has been the kind of love people see on TV, or in the movies. Two-Face felt it was too perfect for him, that he was undeserving, yet despite his fears that you only held affection for Harvey, you showed love for him as well.

When they returned home after a long day, you were there. When they'd get caught and sent to Arkham, you'd visit and send letters. When they break out, you'd be waiting for them, helping them lay low for a while. One time you spent a week or so in a safehouse, avoiding the police. Harvey felt incredibly guilty for dragging you into this mess, but you never seemed to despair. You even joked that staying inside with him was like playing house. A twisted game of house, sure, but it was cute how you kept your spirits up.

You loved both halves. Both halves of your beautiful, yet flawed darling. That's what makes them dread the thought of your adoration going to some unworthy third party.

No matter how many times Harvey tries to shake the thought of that happening, it keeps popping back up.

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They mourn your love. Your love is dead.

They found a second phone hidden away in a drawer. A second fucking phone. Two-Face could have laughed if he wasn't so pissed. It just seemed so ridiculous, but it was there the whole time, right under his nose!

He waited for you to come home, barely containing the hurt and feelings of betrayal inside him.

"Even though I loved you..." He thought to himself.

"I'll still treat you like the traitor you are."

While Two-Face was filled with rage, Harvey felt as if he had fallen right into the pits of despair. It was a familiar feeling, but still a terrible one, like all the sadness was clawing its way out of his throat.

They heard the doorknob turn as they mentally prepared themselves for whatever it was they were going to do next...

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Neither of them even recalled flipping the coin. It was all a blur.

All they know is that they're now cradling your body as it loses its warmth. That awful feeling was still clawing at their throat as they tried not to weep.

It was horribly silent. They could hear their heart beating in their chest, a drum keeping time for a dirge dedicated to the lover they've just slaughtered.

(Author's note: I pray that wasn't too fucked up! I wanted to write a fic inspired by a song, so here we are. I mentioned this fic to my mutual @yandere-wishes. I hope they like this one despite the fucked up ending. I also apologize for the less linear, more abstract format. I didn't know how to put this one together in a way that is whole.)

[recreationalfanfics]

Yandere Two-Face x Gn! Reader drabble

Doll is used as a term of endearment but gn bc tbh, that's peak endearment ngl.

Harvey knows its wrong.

Harvey knows it won't end the way he wants it to, he wasn't even sure if he wanted you or if it was the pain of losing Gilda, but he knew it would only end up with you hurt. Maybe even worse. He tries to use the coin to figure out ways to get over you. Heads, he lifts weights at the court yard to try and get his mind off of you. Tails, he tries to strike up a conversation with some of the other loonies. Yeah, it hurt his head to hear them ramble and babble about who knows what, but it hurt even more having to think about you.

You, his favorite psychiatrist. One who would start off each session with a simple coin toss. Heads, you talk to Harvey first. Tails, you talk to Two-Face. He hates all the times you landed on tails, all the times that monster got to speak to you instead of him, all the times that no-good-gangster got to lavish in your attention and he didn't. However, it's what fate chose and he knew all to well that fate had it out for him, because if it wasn't then maybe you two could have met under different circumstances. He liked when you looked at him, he wasn't sure how to explain it, but he knew when you did. The way your eyes would soften along with his tone and mannerisms when he finally got to switch off with that bastard. It made him smile, almost shy perhaps. He missed it, he missed you, but he closed his eyes and groaned as his thoughts once more came back to you. Rubbing his face with his hands, he rolled over onto his back as his brain was at war with itself.

He needed to stop thinking about you. About you in his arms as you stare at him lovingly with those haunting (e/c) eyes, at images of him flipping a coin to decide if he should surprise you with breakfast in bed or by doing all the laundry, or at the idea of you no longer having to work and staying at home for him, your eyes lighting up as he walked through the door and running up to him excitedly with open arms. It won't come true, he knows it, but he wanted it to so badly.

Two-Face doesn't care.

Ever since your transfer to Iron Gate in Central City, he had become more unruly, more prone to violence and roughousing with other inmates and becoming an overall pain in the ass to all the staff. Harvey'll try and rationalize it for him, that you were a psychologist and that he was just another patient to you, but you can't rationalize with someone who isn't concerned reason and logic. Instead, Two-Face was more concerned that something of HIS was walking around the world, unchecked and unsupervised, and ANYONE could try and get their grubby little mitts all over you. The very idea got his fingers curling into a fist and his knuckles aching to be uppercutting some poor unsuspecting victim. He was mad at the other quacks who thought they could reach the same places you reached, he was mad at the prison warden for approving your transfer to Iron Heights, but he was mostly mad at you for going.

While Harvey skulked, Two-Face schemed. All he could think about were plans to escape Arkham, hunt you down, and drag you back to Gotham. Right where you belonged, beside him. At first, he was just becoming more prone to "disruptive outbursts" but all Arkham inmates get rowdy here and then, then he started becoming difficult during therapy sessions. Not that he wasn't in the first place but with you gone, he didn't want to talk to someone who had the audacity to sat where you sat, who tried to flip a coin and pretend to understand him like you did. Not that you were pretending, deep down, you did understand. You understood that deep down, Harvey Dent was still in there...but you also understood that at the end of the day, Two-Face was staying and never talked about him like he was some imaginary figure Harvey made up in his head that will be cured after a few sessions and a little surgery. It's what he liked most about you, you gave him due respect.

At least he thought you did until you left. It doesn't matter, though, because you're coming back home. Walking out of Arkham Asylum during another prison break, his boys were quick to pick up their boss and give him the run down on you, handing him candid photos of your new day-to-day life. You're just the sweetest when you're oblivious to danger, you know that?

"Should we really do this? I could be putting them in more danger, but maybe this also isn't a bad thing...No, it doesn't change the fact it's still wrong!"

"Quit your whining, Harvey. If you're so concerned about what we should do or not, flip for it."

He takes out his infamous coin. Heads; they change their mind and just drive back to base, another day, another crime in Gotham City. Tails; they prepare a pretty little cell for you and get ready for your little return to Gotham. He throws it up in the air, his eyes staring up at it. His eye on the right is pleading and anxious, waiting for the coin to tell him what to do so he could stop feeling so guilty about wanting to have you to himself. The left side was tense but also maliciously giddy as the coin then fell into the palm of his hand. His fingers curled around it like a fist and he's about to open it to reveal the result of their toss...but he never does.

Instead with a deep sigh, he pockets the coin and he gives his boy's orders on how to observe you, on how to get ready for your return.

"I'm sorry, (Y/n), but this is for your own good." Harvey apologizes, standing before your fearful form in your new apartment.

"No it ain't, you just belong to me. Simple as that, doll~" Two-Face boasts, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you to his chest.

Harvey knows its wrong, Two-Face doesn't care. Yet, no matter how you flip it, you were doomed either way because that's just what cruel fate had in store for you.

[yanderes-galore]

Could I request yandere arkham two-face hcs? -🌹🦢

Sure! Using the wiki for the Arkham games to write his character, although this most likely works for other variations of Two-Face. I just talk general behavior, there isn't really any backstory to this one. No pairing specified so I tried to keep it general.

Yandere! Arkhamverse! Two-Face Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Murder mention, Delusional behavior, Manipulation, Kidnapping mention, Possessive behavior, Split personality, Brief stalking mention, Violence, Forced companionship/relationship.

Looking into him more, Harvey/Two-Face has a really sad backstory.

Plus due to his personalities I'd say he'd be unpredictable in behavior.

On one hand, he'd want to be caring and considerate of his darling.

One the other, he could easily snap and show sudden aggression, often killing others with the flip of a coin.

Two-Face would also be the type of yandere to believe he's fated to meet and have you.

A big part of his character is fate, after all.

Since he has such beliefs you could also assume he'd be a delusional yandere too.

Evident in Arkham Knight through tapes, it's also shown he has self-loathing aspects.

For the most part I imagine Two-Face would follow his coin for decisions on how to approach his obsession.

In terms of how he could meet you, it could be before or after his accident.

His insanity feeds into his obsession and you happen to be the person he pursues for whatever reason he has in mind.

I can also see Two-Face often arguing with himself on how to deal with his obsession.

As said before, part of him wants you to love him like a normal person, while the other just wants to lock you away where only he can see you.

As his darling, you would not be able to predict his next move.

He claims all of his actions are fate.

The coin decides just what you'll two do together and how it will go.

I imagine at times Two-Face is really sweet with you.

Sometimes the old Harvey shines through with slight pity/guilt for what he's doing.

He just hopes you'll forgive him at some point, but you both must play by fate's rules.

He'd buy you all sorts of gifts when he's able to/if he could.

He really does adore you but then there's his other side.

Two-Face, the more sadistic personality, brings violence to the table.

He'd make those around you bleed for looking at you wrong.

Murder is a common thing for Two-Face.

Sometimes when you rob Gotham's banks, people have got to die.

Murdering others in order to keep you, the one person that makes him happy after the incident, is something he'd happily follow through with.

Affection with Harvey is sweet and soft, affection with Two-Face is rough and harsh.

Any time with him is like playing a game of chance.

It's sad, really, to see a man who was given so much respect fall from grace.

Harvey knows that he could've been a great friend or even lover for if he wasn't like... this.

He blames himself for making you scared.

Yet at the same time he wants to force you to just comply.

He'll take good care of you, he'll isolate you, and you can be happy.

This city corrupts people.

He used to want/wish for great things.

That's all gone now.

Now he's a man following fate, arguing with himself over what he'll do with you.

He flips a coin for everything.

Stalking, kidnapping, killing others around you, even punishments.

He flips the coin and lets fate decide.

Fate wants you two to be by each other.

Perhaps with another coin flip... he'll decide on if he wishes to be your friend or something more.

Nothing is up to you to decide.

He even tells you he isn't making the decision himself.

It's all in the coin, it's all on fate now.

You should be happy!

It's clear you're both meant to be....

Any sort of companionship with him has its up and downs.

Perhaps if you anger him enough he may hurt you, flipping a coin to decide if it's worth it.

Hell, with him, your entire life is decided with coin flips.

He relies on it to tell him what to do.

Heads, he keeps you in locked room.

Tails, he lets you go.

Heads, he stalks you tonight.

Tails, he leaves you alone.

Heads, he kills off that friend of yours around you all the time.

Tails, he solves the issue by having his goons take you away.

You never feel like you're winning with him.

Two-Face does what he wishes and calls it fate.

At least that's what you assume.

You wonder if one day he'll flip the coin to just end you.

But he'd never.

You are what makes him feel like Harvey.

A slight sense of normalcy, someone who gives him a sense tranquility.

He needs you, regardless of what you think.

No matter what you say you won't get your way.

Sometimes he even gives you the illusion of choice, flipping that dreaded coin to see if he'll listen to you.

Wish for more freedom or space? He'll flip a coin.

There's a good chance you won't win any argument with him.

However, sometimes he decides to be merciful and says fate's won in your favor.

But it's always small things.

A companionship/relationship with Two-Face is unpredictable, yet one factor is always the same.

You'll never win his coin flip games... which means you'll be his forever and always, because fate has decided so.

[lonleywriters-blog]

Could u do Yan. Jim Gordon and Bruce Wayne. How would they react if S/O tried to escape.?

Thank you♡

Yes babes!

Yan. Gotham with s/o trying to escape hcs

It's not your fault!

Jim is delusional and believes that you can do no wrong

He will catch you and wrap you in his arms

He sways and shushes you whispering sweat nothing's in your ear

He will lead you back inside his apartment

Leads you to bed gently and lays with you

He will tell you it's okay and that he understands that you didn't mean it

He thinks you were sick and just confused

He will baby you and "nurse" back to "health"

Overall no punishment except more time with Jim

He's so disappointed in you

He will take you back to his room

Handcuffs you to the headboard

He will lecture you and tell you how disappointed and hurt he is

May cry but tries to hide it

He will isolate you as punishment

He will be forgiving as long as you apologize

He will accept a kiss and cuddle as an apology

He is pissed

He won't be mad at you more so himself

He is still a little ticked off at you

Blames himself and not giving you attention

He also blames the fact there was a way for you to escape on himself

He will tie you up and leave you alone

He will come back to help you eat and apologize

Lets you come back out after a day or two

She will drag you right back into her apartment

She is shaking her head and lectures you the whole way there

She will yell at you asking what you were thinking

She calms down and says she is sorry for yelling

She will punish you by keeping you in her okay sized closet for a few hours

She will coddle you a lot when you come out

[fxckn-sxck-fr]

Plsplsplsplspskspsls do that dc hyper sexual reader but with more dom reader I will owe you my life 😭😭🙏🙏🫡🫡

𝐃𝐂 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑…

!!! 18+ THEMES, GN reader, masochistic themes, Clark has a breeding kink fosho, bratty behaviors, daddy/mommy kink mentioned, Jaime getting trapped in a sexually toxic relationship, obligatory freaky Tim warning.

HEEEHEEEHEEEEEEEE. Lowkey, this was actually a really interesting thought exercise. I think I learned today that I view (most of) my DC men as doms while (most of) my Marvel men are submissive and breedable. Dick’s part was especially hard for me because he’s my comfort dom… if that makes sense. But I think I pulled through with a little bit of imagination. Had lots of fun with this!

Again, this is operating under the assumption that you’ll at least let them help you out when you need it. Like… even if you absolutely hate their guts, you’ll at least call a truce when you need it. A necessary evil kind of thing.

Bruce Wayne: Definitely has a love-hate relationship with your hypersexuality. The chances of him getting his work done have plummeted to, like, -3,000% when there’s a spike in your sex drive. But, you know, that’s not for a lack of trying; Bruce is a stubborn man, and despite his focus rapidly devolving from how good you’re making him feel, he’ll still try to remain productive. It’s actually kind of cute to see his eyes cross while he rereads some random document over and over again. Hey, here’s a tip: want to get yan Bruce in the mood? Smack him around a bit. This man will instantly fold and let you do whatever the hell you want until you’re satisfied. This is honestly a good thing to know about subby yan Bruce in general, just so you can maintain control.

Clark Kent: My certified house-husband hunk. He loves when he gets home from work and you pounce on him like a hungry lion. If darling pookie pie needs to release some sexual frustrations, he’ll instantly drop to his knees and get to work. Take him however the hell you want, as long as he can stare at you with that same dopey grin he always gets when he’s near you. Really good at following orders. Can’t disobey you if he tried. Now, even if you aren’t fully accepting of his love, y’all already know his delusional ass thinks you’re finally madly in love with him. Why else would you have your hands all over him? You obviously want to marry him now! This man would get pregnant for you if he had the means to. I’m a breeding kink Clark truther, so… breed that man.

Dick Grayson: Bro is a certified brat. He’ll play mind games with you, wearing certain clothes and touching you ever so slightly, just to get you riled up enough so you finally fuck him. Whenever he’s horny, you bet your ass he’s taking advantage of your heightened sexuality, and might honestly be subtle about it enough so you never realize you’re falling into his trap. Yes, he’s playing you like a fiddle, but does it really matter when he’s the one whimpering in the end? Yeah, didn’t think so. Count your blessing, y’all. Don’t worry, he’ll still let you hit even if he didn’t wake up in the mood. Just the thought of you yearning for him is enough to get him bricked up (what a perfectly pathetic man). You better fucking cuddle with him afterwards. That’s not up for negotiation.

Hal Jordan: Horny bottom bitch Hal Jordan, save me. Save me, horny sub Hal Jordan. Bro is desperate for you. He’ll do anything to get your attention, and if that means acting like the biggest brat known to man, then so be it. You’ll probably have to punish him so often. Does he ever learn? No. But, hey, it’s worth a shot. His inherent neediness will do your hypersexuality no favors. Y’all gonna be fucking like rabbits 24/7. Sorry not sorry. And if I say sub Hal Jordan has a daddy/mommy kink— PUT YOUR GUNS DOWN. LET ME TALK. He’s definitely gonna be calling you that shit in public. Doesn’t matter who’s around, he likes letting other people know he’s yours. Still definitely a biter, so if you don’t like that, you’re gonna have to have a strong grip on his jaw or throat while y’all go at it. Just some friendly advice!

Harvey Dent: Poor Two Face does not want anything to do with you and Harvey’s sex life. He’d be absolutely appalled by the idea of you turning Harvey into your little bitch. Harvey, on the other hand? I can definitely see him secretly yearning for someone to take control. Your heightened sexuality would probably be the escape he needs, so it totally works for him! Loves to get on his knees for you. Want him to go down on you for hours? Whatever you want! Insert meme about lawyer doing his work lying on his bed like a school girl here. And here you have Two Face muttering shit like, “dawg… have some dignity.” Shut that side of Dent up by grabbing his titties, you won’t regret it. If you think it’s weird that a notorious criminal will easily melt in the hands of his obsession, then you’ve clearly never been to Gotham.

Jaime Reyes: MY PUPPY. MY SWEET LITTLE PUPPY. Even if sex-stuff makes him nervous, he’s so eager to please you. The thought of you actually needing him makes him want to cry… he might be a freak with a murderous Jiminy Cricket attached to his spine, but at least he can be of some use to you!! Expect him to form an unhealthy relationship with sex. Because it’s the only time he feels truly desired, he’ll let you do whatever the fuck you want to him, even if it means losing his own sense of agency. I’d say it couples nicely with his uphill battle against Khaji Da. Now there are two opposing sides vying for control over his brain: the crazy bug and his innate desire to belong to something (or someone). Play your cards right and you’ll reduce Jaime to nothing more than a dumb little puppy who just wants to please you!

Tim Drake: I basically already summed up this creep’s deal in the general version. I’m sorry, but no one can convince me Tim Drake has an ounce of dominance in his system. He’s just way too whiny and desperate to have any sexual control over his darling. Also, keep in mind that bro is 100% out freaking-you in the freak-off. Don’t you fucking dare feel ashamed about your hypersexuality because Tim is way worse than you could ever dream be. Did you accidentally slam his foot in a car door? Bricked up. Looked at him with a neutral expression? He’s about to bust. Pointed at something while you were talking? Please let him lick your fingers. He’s been a nasty girl, except nobody gonna match his freak. Good luck trying.

Wally West: Another example of a yandere who’s lowkey in control of your spikes in horniness, but you’re still the one calling the shots in the bedroom. Surprisingly kind of sweet? Like, you’d think he’d tease you about it, but here he is saying shit like, “it’s okay to touch me when you need it, you know.” Of course, this is him obviously pretending to be some sort of martyr when he’s inwardly over the fucking moon. I just want you to quickly imagine him gently taking your hand into his, giving it a chaste kiss and then planting it around his neck as he looks at you with hooded eyes. You know, for science. It’s very important to me that everyone knows how sensual he would be while he tries to convince you to fuck him silly. Totally normal behavior!

[seleneprince]

And If I tell you that Harvey Dent had an affair with Lucia's mother? If I tell you that he loved her but couldn't be with her the way he wanted to? If I tell you he was there when Lucia was born, held her in his arms and was the first father figure she remembers?

If I tell you he's Marco's biological father, which Lucia knows? If I tell you Harvey knew all along she was Bruce's child, but refused to tell because he wanted to keep her for himself? If I tell you he still cares for her as if she was his own, but also out of a misplaced sense of guilt that he couldn't save their mother/his lover?

If I tell you his relationship with Lucia is complicated, unhealthy, loving and built upon a mountain of traumas and the remnants of the past? That he loves her, she loves him, he relies on her emotionally, she acts like his caretaker sometimes, she wouldn't ever trust him to raise Marco, he sees the ghost of her mother in her?

If I tell you this will be tragic for both, what then?

Taglist: @yuyuzi-ling @lunayaps (if someone wants to be added, let me know)

[gothamitelove]

This is extremely self-indulgent but may I request a yan!TwoFace with a reader who has OCD?

Btw I love your stuff

YES anon you gotta know i Love two-face so much. so so much hes my baby. i will say i dont have OCD so i have no idea what a relationship with someone with OCD would look like, but i have a few friends with it + the depth and breadth of google at my fingertips so heres a couple short little things i thought of !

honestly he probably knows what your compulsions are already. cmon this dude's a yan he's been watching you for a Good Long Time

if you need help distracting from obsessions or anything like that, he's on it. he'll yap about law or whatever you need if it helps

he's done his research. you best believe. he's been up at night with academic papers and shit learning about it so he knows how best to help you

if you have intrusive thoughts about hurting him or others he will drop everything to hold you and reassure you that he knows you better than anybody, so he knows you're not your intrusive thoughts and you'd never act on them. he knows exactly who you are

[yandere-wishes]

⭒ㅤׂ Do You Think We'll Be In Love Forever? ㅤׂ ⭒

⭒⌒★ Yandere!DC Men x Reader ★⌒⭒

゜。♡ 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝓊𝓇𝓃𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝑜𝒷𝓈𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 ♡ ｡ ゜

​𓆩☾𓆪 Nightwing - Dick Grayson | بالشب - دیک گریسون

He's mesmerized by the sight of you between his arms. Definite little doll smiling up at him through tear-soaked eyes. He floods your essence with saccharine kisses, sweet vows, and anguished 'I love yous' all paying testimony to his sugar-laced obsession. He's desperate to taste your sweetness on his tongue, lick through your flesh like a lollipop, and unravel your bones with his teeth.

He had been so young once, chasing virtue and strength into every dark alleyway, following bats and hope into vicious nights. Back then, he hadn't understood his mentor's desperation for paper-thin kisses and phony love. But now feeling the push of your body beneath his fingertips makes him understand how satisfying real love can be. To observe you in the sun's gentle rays. To feel your body curled next to his on cold nights. He plays hero under the moon's watchful gaze only to return home to you upon daybreak.

❀࿔ Red Hood - Jason Todd | نقاب قرمز - جیسون تاد

He glides your fingers across his scars, shuddering under the weight of your touch. Stardust cauterizes ancient wounds, licking away the rotten grime. Jason clenches his teeth, there's something so intimidating about the softness of your touch. It stings worse than any crowbar or bullet wound, intruding, harrowing. It's almost like you're plucking the constellations of his past from under his skin, trying to rearrange the stars into something cathartic.

He can't help the hapless way his nails scratch across your bones, the gurgling laugh that escapes his throat. You're Elizabeth Lavenza and Ophelia trying to mend a broken boy, with your wry smile and terrified eyes. Jason traces his lips across yours, his kiss is ravenous, frantic. Faux-hero desperate for an inkling of love, of bliss, of softness.

´ཀ` Arkham Knight - Jason Todd | سلحشور آرکام - جیسون تاد

He likes to think he's shed his human skin long ago. Left it to die in that burning warehouse with his old mask and youth. But when he hears your laughter, that haunting echo reverberates off the edifice walls. He can't help but think maybe, just maybe a trace of humanity still lingers beneath his armor. Your smile glares at him in every carmine puddle he treks through. He dreams it's your blood marring his gauntlets, syrupy sweet as he licks them clean. Daydreams about your ethereal face painted in reds and purples by his iron-clad hands.

His kisses are razor blades cutting through your lips, forcing his love down your throat, and watching as you choke on the rust and ache. He's trying to merge two bodies into one void, to engulf you. Mirror his scars upon your flesh with dull knives and jagged fingernails. He kisses you again, you swear you're going to drown in his sea of red. Maybe that's all the love he has left. He

｡♦｡ Red Robin - Tim Drake | رابین قرمز- تیم دریک

He plays hero in the night, little bird chasing villains and evil by moonlight. When he blinks it's you he sees lying on the couch watching TV. He's starting to think you're his favorite show, afterall your window is about the size of a flat-screen TV and he's always too eager to peak through for the next screening. Episode 84, you're hugging your favorite teddy bear, lost in euphoria as your knuckles turn white around the controller. Tim watches heart in his throat as you claw out the boss's eyes. Sanctimonious champion vying to save the holy princess.

Tim bites his fingers, addresses each tooth mark to you. He pens his love letters upon his own skin, sealing them in red when he finally punctures through. Maybe life is just a video game, an endless kaleidoscope of cutscenes. And he's just a besotted hero dying to kiss the precious princess who doesn't even know he exists.

ꨄ︎ Robin - Damian Wayne| سینه‌سرخ - دامیان وین

His heritage pounds between his bones. The deja vu of an ancestral lifetime runs rapid through his veins as he chases you across the rooftops. His father, his mother, his brothers, always chasing, running after things they know they'll never reach. Your blades clash against his and Damian can't help but wonder if this is the closest he'll ever get to kissing you.

You leave him with paper cuts that feel like venom, like saying 'I love you' while chewing on his bones. He ponders, does his father have the same scars, if Damian pulled away Bruce's skin what would he find? Kittycat claws and dragon bites engraved in the nth-wielded ivory. He feels legacy clawing at his throat as he pictures your fingers between his teeth. Tears blooming in your eyes as he uses diamonds and ceremonial knives to engrave his name upon your flesh. Dotting the I with a heart and entwining each letter. God, he's so tired of being lonely...

🦇 Batman - Bruce Wayne | بتمن - بروس وین

He can't help but pick you apart, chip away at the bones and flesh until he reaches your essence. Dissecting your heart with his tongue and savoring the ichor between his teeth. He's the world's greatest detective and yet he can't unravel his own ardor. This mania, this addiction festering within his crux gnawing at his sanity until every thought is consumed by the cadence of your voice and the stars scintillating in your big doe eyes. This desperate need burning inside of him are you really divinity? Will you bleed glod, if he tears you apart with his teeth?

You're so ethereal squirming beneath, kicking and screaming vying desperately for freedom. He's fought this love for far too long, tried to preserve you in the light. Cover your eyes and ears and make you forget about the monsters that roam in the dark. But he can't not anymore, maybe he never could. Maybe the only way he knows how to love is by trickling his darkness like nectar between your lips and watching as it paints you in his shades.

ᯓ★ Superman - Clark Kent | سوپرمن - کلارک کنت

His kisses melt into your skin sweet like molten sugar drizzled on jasmine rice. Like lava smothering roses, leaving a trail of fragranced ashes. Clark smiles and he notices how you cover your eyes. Like you're staring directly into the sun. Like you're scared of being burnt. Clark can't help but bury his head in the crock of your neck, inhaling your ather. Molten roses and floral ashes he likes the amalgamate of your scents. Like how his presence lingers upon you.

He holds you like a doll, like the little straw dolls his mother used to make. It's easy to be gentle, coddling when everything is so fragile compared to you. He kisses down your neck, your jaw, nuzzling his nose into your soft skin, trying to earn a giggle a gold star. Trying to wipe the fear from your eyes. He kisses you again, mumbling cloying words between your lips, wishing he could just push his love between your fragile bones.

˚✶˚ Superboy - Conner Kent | سوپربوی - کانر کنت

He's fighting back the urge to peel your heart from between your ribs. To trail kisses across it and marr his lips with your ether. He wonders if your heart beats as frantically as his. He wonders if your ribs rattle when he enters a room.

He wants to push little superboy earings into your ears, to lay upon you the piercings he could never have. It'll be his way of telling the world you belong to him, that you belong to Superboy. And yet he settles for draping his leather jacket across your shoulders when senses a shiver run up your spine. He settles for the friendly hugs and airy hello-kisses. He wants to say he's he loves you. he can't. It's all so annoying, tasting the dead words on his tongue.

𓂃✮ Superman - Jon Kent | سوپرمن - جان کنت

He's scaping his nails along the Hershey's kisses re-aligning the red blue and gold wrapping. It'll be obvious, right? If he leaves them in your locker you'll understand the colored metaphor you'll answer the question he can never ask. You'll know it's him, everyone always does, for the byproduct of the world's greatest hero, he's terrible at keeping his identity a secret.

He blames it on the legacy flooding his lungs. On the promises that beat in his blood. He's born to be a hero, to play the role of savior, but aren't heroes promised love too? Aren't they meant to save the girl from burning skyscrapers and crumbling sidewalks, to fly above the skyline and kiss her in tune with the setting sun? He's so desperate for the sweet fairytale ending, so desperate to kiss the girl who always knows just what to say. He leaves the chocolate in your locker before making a dent in the metal door.

˚｡⋆🪙⋆ ˚｡ Two Face - Harvey Dent | دو چهره - هاروی دنت

He can taste your pain on his tongue, swallow the barbed wire, and relish in the familiar sting of hope, expectation, responsibility. Maybe that's why he can't stop himself from chasing after you. Burning the world demanding you stop him, desperate for a silver of your deficit attention. God, you're so ethereal with his gun aimed at your head, his pretty little girl with big starry eyes laced with dread as they follow the cascade of his coin. 'I know' he wants to scream 'I know what it feels like' but the words never quite spill out that way. And Harv only laughs at his foolish attempts to play hero once more. Sanctimonious bastard, the words reverberate in his skull.

You may claim to be a hero but Two-face knows you'll fall, plunder to the ground like all the rest, that's what happens when you reach for the sky, deem yourself Icarus, and let the flames of glory engulf you until there's nothing left. 'You can't save them' Harv screams only for Harvey to hear. They want to get closer, to slip the coin between your lips and make you taste defeat, maybe then you'll understand why he's so keen on fighting you out of your crusade. Maybe then you'll take their hand willingly, letting them sprinkle kisses across your knuckles like dying stars.

˙⋆☠︎︎⋆˙ Black Mask - Roman Sionis | نقاب سیاه - رومن سیونیس

He wants to cut out your big heart and sink his teeth into it, engrave himself in every vein, and chew on the heartstrings. HIM he needs to be the only one in that plushie heart of yours. The only one with the right to be graced by your ethereal smile. He wants to awaken to your soft nimble fingers tracing hearts and stars across his chest. Pretty pink lips weaving feathery kisses across the scar of his pacemaker. Giggles tickling his neck as you bid him 'good morning' in that all too cheery voice of yours.

Roman almost moans as he hears his name spill from your mouth, each letter cradled carefully between your lips he can't help but want to push his thumb inside your mouth, to feel your purity and shock. There's so much he wants to call you so much he wants to whisper in your ear as he watches your cheeks glow red. To hold you in his lap and trail his fingers across your legs, to dress you in pretty dresses and short skirts and skin-tight tops. To taste the fear and dread on your tongue palpable like the blood he draws with every kiss.

༄✩༄ Scarecrow - Jonathan Crane | مترسک - جاناتان کرین

He likes the stars in your eyes, the mini constellations spelling out your greatest fears. The tears blooming in the corners of your dopey eyes have his lips twitching. You're so gorgeous like this, curled up on the floor trying to make sense of such an eerie world. Jonathan doesn't anoint himself a fool, he knows it's chimeric to think that you'd love him without the toxin, without the heavy drugs he's spilled into your veins. That's why he keeps you like this, scared and depressed. Always in need of him.

What's your greatest fear? He wonders when you tuck your head between your knees and sob all so quietly as to not disturb him. Is it him you see in your grandest nightmares? Is it the mask jumping at you from within the darkness, or is it Professor Crane abandoning you in such a macabre world? Mask on mask off it makes no difference. He just hopes he's the star of every nightmare, as long as you fear him as much as he fears losing you.

｡??｡ Riddler- Edward Nygma| ریدل - ادوارد نیگما

It's frivolous to think he will not solve this riddle. That he will no unearth this plague you have bestowed upon him. This fixation, this obsession, he needs to understand you, to peel away your skin and glimpse at your inner clock workings. To undo your screws one by one and find out what exists between that haunting laugh and those knowing vicious eyes. To rip apart your wires, and feed upon your mind. To understand, he needs to understand you.

He got close once when he had your neck under his shoe, but the evil lith of your laughter rings across the room and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't unnerved. He doesn't know what question to ask first. 'what have you done to me'? 'why do you think you're better than me?', 'Why don't you love me?' Instead, the silence shatters with your voice, proud melody rivaling his own, your eyes lock on him and he can't suppress his shutter. "Well Eddie, riddle me this. What can kill any man, but isn't even alive itself?"

⁺♡⁺ Deathstroke - Slade Wilson | مرگ سکته - اسلید ویلسون

You're like a shooting star, dancing across the night as you stalk his latest kill. Little asssasin, you know your stuff but he finds your thirst for ineage and morality both exhausting and honorable. Most people grow up and spit out their morals with blood and broken teeth. Let the world's cruel realities claw and gnaw at their skin until it's hardened enough to survive. He's yet to see you extend such a courtesy to the world, makes him think that pulling the trigger on you would be some sort of mercy. Bullet through the heart leaving your body coated in his essence and one final kiss pressed onto your paling lips.

He dosen't notice the inkling of you rattling around in his brain until he realizes that this is the eighth him he's seen you smile at the end of his barrel. Pretty little girl chasing after morals and sand, hoping to escape the endless night by spilling just a little more guilty blood. You look like some sort of ethereal doll, immortal in your innocence and vicious in your virtues. He can respect that, truly but Slade isn't naive enough to think you have what it takes to survive. Maybe that's why he wants all so badly to feed you his victim's hearts and eyes and livers, to push them past your pretty lips, staining them the deepest red. Watching your delicate throat constrict as you swallow everything he gives you. Reveling in the sensation of your greedy little tongue swirling around his fingers licking up the access gore. Can almost picture your smile and stupid little head tilt as you thank him for the 'candygrams'.

⭑.ᐟ Respawn | احیا

Respawn drowns in his love. Pulling apart his heart to lay at your feet. It's all he's ever known, broken boy built to harvest spare parts. But you don't look at him like that, you don't even look at him like an assassin. No, you smile fondly as you nuzzle his neck with your nose. You look at him the way his father used to, like he's actually worth something more. He's never quite kissed you, he's not even sure he knows how. Instead, he holds you close to his chest making sure you hear the dull patter of his jagged heart.

He's born from greatness, left to rot in the dark. He refuses to play pawn, anymore. So maybe that's why, when he finally kisses you -with all the grace of a schoolboy's first kiss- it's so desperate and erratic, clumsily licking your lips and nicking his tongue along your teeth trying to think what his father would do. His fingers dig into your arms, preassing prayers into your flesh, screaming 'Don't leave me, you're all I have left'.

⭑☽ Ghost-Maker - Minhkhoa "Khoa" Khan | روح ساز - مینه خوا "خوا" خان

There's nostalgia in your essence, in your presence, something he can never wash away. He's grown addicted to the erratic reverbate of your pulse between his teeth. Kissing the bites he leaves marring your perfect body.

Why can't you just love him, let him haunt your every thought, and erode those pesky creeds, until he is the only thing you'll ever need? Khoa hates to admit it but he sees something in you, something so reflective of the little boy laying in the sand of the gobi desert, shooting phantom bullets and mocking stars. You scream every time he kisses you, recoil your tongue, and cry at the bitterness sweeping in. But Khao loves the challenge, the fight, loves forcing you into submission, even as your knife digs between his ribs. He's only ever content when your pith floods his mouth and your melodic voice rings through his ears. His precious little princess tucked away between his arms forever.

☾⋆ Phantom-one | روح یک

he never shows you his face. He blames it on his upbringing too used to old rules that he can never escape their clutches not even for you. His kisses are always clouds dancing across your skin, so light and airy they may as well be the wind. But tries to leave traces of himself with every kiss. Desperate pleas for you to look at him, to touch him, to love him back. All so he knows he's alive, still real enough to love.

He's always trapped between the land of the living and the realm of the deceased. Always so gentle with the love he's stolen, so careful to not break his lover, as his mentor did to him. He laces his fingers through your hair, sucks gently on the length of your neck, all while pushing 'I love yous' into your soul, marking you as his forever.

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Hear me out, yandere btas two-face hcs?

GENERAL YANDERE BTAS TWO-FACE HCS

MALE READER. ROMANTIC HCS. TW FOR USUAL UPSETTING STUFF, Y’KNOW THE DEAL.

— can you tell I like him a lot? reader is a DA in this one.

It was completely by chance, the double-headed coin landing unscarred side up as he pressed his gun against your skull.

Let’s just say your lawyer friends hadn’t been so lucky. The coin was on a heads streak today, and he saved Gotham’s new rising-star attorney boy for last: little ol’ you.

It was cute how despite the situation you stood steadfast, staring into the eyes of Death. It reminded him of himself a bit. How he too was once so passionate about upholding the law, he didn’t care what trouble stood in his way.

It took a lot of guts, he’d give you that. But the last thing he expected was to be frozen in place, caught in this staring match. How your brilliant eyes glared holes into him.

He felt his bitter heart twitch a little as he watched you leave. The two of them hated these feelings being stirred up again, more intensely than when he was with Grace. He would’ve shot you then and there just to be done with it, but he couldn’t argue with the coin.

It was the start of a long-standing game between the two of you.

He almost wanted to get caught, just to see you in action in the courtroom.

The way Harvey and Two-Face experience their feelings towards you are entirely different.

Two-Face hates how you have an effect on him despite your interference with his criminal activities, and has violent thoughts about you that he’s yet to carry out because of the coin or Harvey’s influence.

On the other hand, Harvey respects and admires you, treats you like glass, and has delusions about you already loving him back unconditionally. Unfortunately for you though, he rarely fronts, especially when Two-Face’s obsession escalates.

Rivalry ended with Batman, started with you.

Every scheme of his would include you in some way, just to give him an excuse to bother you

Oh, that pesky little lawyer you, trying to save a city rotting from the inside. And worst of all, luck always seemed to be on your side.

How many times has he kidnapped you, has he thought about murdering you up right so he didn’t have to feel the effect of your charms, only for the coin to spare you!

Two-Face grows more agitated as time goes on, the more he loses control.

Harvey had his reservations about forcing you to be with him at first, but if the coin was trying to tell him something, with how it always seemed to favor you…

Surely you guys were meant to be a pair, right? Harvey is convinced that the two of you were fated to be together. That though you may put up a fight, you still love him. And so he lets Two-Face do what he deems necessary, because he believes it will all work out in the end. Couples have their fights, right?

Two-Face doesn’t mind you interacting with others, as long as you aren’t getting too comfortable with them…

If anyone even thinks about taking your attention away from him, he’ll make their lives hell.

He despises how Batman always gets you out of harms way. Why did nobody treat him with the same care when he was DA? Maybe then he wouldn’t be so fucked up.

“The Bat won’t come for you this time, handsome. He couldn’t even save us.”

Two-Face likes threatening you to do what he wants. He can get easily enraged and physically violent, especially if you don’t reciprocate his affections in the way that he wants you to.

He has no issue with laying a hand on you, especially if the coin approves of it. You’re a tough guy, you should be able to take it like one. Harvey may not engage in the same behaviors, but he certainly doesn’t apologize for Two-Face’s actions either.

And he can’t deny he gets a twisted sort of pleasure from watching your reactions to his handsiness.

Bet you like how Two-Face roughs you up, huh? Of course you do.

If the coin decides not to punish you, then sometimes Harvey will come out, and handle you somewhat gentler

But he’s still easily jealous, judging by how he voices his concerns about you getting close to others all the time. After all, he genuinely believes you two are basically a couple already.

Both of them want to hear you profess your love and praise him and tell him how good he is, to you and Gotham, and not because he has a knife against your throat

“Say it again, like you mean it this time.”

[d3athmaskd1v1n3]

Omg another Two-Face enjoyer yessss. Can I get some yandere hcs of him with a reader who dated him before the whole face scaring incident who still somewhat loves him. I’m totally so normal about him and definitely don’t want to smother his face with kisses.

You don't know how happy I am to get another Two-Face ask! The absolute hold this man has on my psyche recently is insane. I am honestly lovesick over them 🖤

I hope you enjoy this one. I was a little stumped on how to go about writing this one, but I tried my best to satisfy you all! (CW: Unhealthy relationships, controlling and possessive behavior, general yandere bullshit.)

Harvey was barely recognizable to you anymore. The polite, righteous man you love is still in there, but it's like he's been warped.

Ever since that fateful day where his face was burned, ever since he began his downward spiral into criminality, he's been a paranoid mess.

He's scared that another one of Gotham's many rogues may try to use you as a way to get to him, either by abducting you and holding you for ransom, or by doing something worse...

So he makes sure you don't leave the house, ordering a few of his men to guard the perimeters to ensure nobody breaks in and to make sure you don't sneak out.

You're not even allowed to answer the door unless it's him!

He constantly checks up on you via the phone, just to make sure you're okay. You'll be sent hundreds of texts a day.

Any complaints you have about these rules are usually met with "if you truly loved me, you'd understand why I have to do this."

As blatantly manipulative as that is, it does shut you up... given his fragile mental state, you don't want to give him any reasons to doubt your love for him.

Sometimes you reminisce about what your relationship was like before this mess. It was perfect... now it's suffocating. But you cannot bear to leave Harvey. Despite all that's happened, you still adore him.

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Always Prey But Never A Bird

Based on the Yandere Batfam w/ Wife/Mother!Darling & Daughter/Sister!Darling series

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“You know the rules, Songbird.” One of the security guards spoke to you as they led you past the security checkpoints, the heavy steel doors closing tightly behind you and the security guard handed you a visitor’s pass, just something to get you in and out of Arkham Asylum, even superheroes and vigilantes have to follow the rules sometimes. “The patient will be restrained during your visit and security cameras will be in every corner of the room.”

“I’ll need those cameras turned off.” You spoke to the guard and you watched the look on his face turn into one of shock and you sighed and shook your head at his reaction. “The things I will be discussing with Mr. Dent are related to a top-secret investigation, whatever we say stays in that room or else it could potentially cost innocent people their lives, I don’t want that blood on my hands and I am sure you don’t want that either, correct? Or I could make a call to Austen Industries and have them shut down all of their security camera networks-”

“F-fine… just don’t be too long.”

“I won’t be long, promise.” You replied before you turned away from the guard and began making your way down the dark halls of Arkham Asylum. Your shoes hit the ground in heavy steps against the floors of the asylum which shifted from hardwood floors to metal paneling and concrete ground, materials which are nearly impossible to break. You had to walk down that same hallway you did when you came to the asylum to deal with the Joker, or rather your father dealt with the overgrown clown. It was a high-security hallway, it held the ones who were the most dangerous without special abilities or mutations, this hallway held the sort like Dr. Jonathan Crane, Victor Zsasz, and Ted Carson, among others in the cellblock, including who you were visiting, Harvey Dent. when you walked past the former district attorney’s cell he was gone, most likely having been taken to an interrogation room closer to the end of the hallway. You sighed and shoved your hands in the pockets of your coat that you wore over your suit. Along the way down the hallway you walked past the iron bars of Ted Carson’s cell, otherwise known as Firefly, one of the few criminals in here you have a history with as Songbird, you shot him a glare which he returned. You groaned and looked ahead, trying to take your mind off of what happened when you faced against him, you remember Clove’s agonizing pain in her recovery and how Foxglove and Henbane had to carry you back to the warehouse because of the fresh burns on your skin make it too hard for you to walk, it was too painful, then the smell of burning flesh was horrible, it was something that made you gag whenever you thought about that night.

You felt even more ashamed of what happened that night when one of the guards in the hallway clicked on a lighter to light a cigarette and the slight of flames actually made you flinch, you slightly stumbled and took a step back, your eyes unwillingly fixed onto the spot where the fire was and the guard never even noticed your reaction, just continued to walk on their own route. You took a second to pause in your steps and catch your breath from the sudden scare.

“I’ve always wondered what you would be afraid of, I didn’t expect you to be afraid of fire of all things.” You sucked in a breath when you heard the voice of Dr. Jonathan Crane speak from another cell on your other side. You turned your head to look at him with an emotionless expression, without the mask and fear toxin he really was not that scary, a thinner-looking young man with brown hair and fair skin with thin glasses, honestly if he was not insane you might have found him somewhat attractive, but then again your current track record only put you with the psychopaths and the insane of the world. “I’ve met some of your friends, the short blonde one and the lady with the red hair.”

“I remember…” You could never get the images out of your mind of Nettle crying in the corner of the warehouse’s kitchen after you and Clove rescued Nettle and Foxglove after they had the unfortunate experience of breathing in fear toxin, Foxglove was not like Nettle with it, she was just silent and did not move a muscle without you helping her, she just stared at the wall until it wore out. “They certainly were not happy after your encounter with them.”

“No, they were not, but you… you’re different than all of them, you look so young but you… you have been doing this for years longer, or at least it feels that was probably from years of extreme childhood trauma and issues with obvious issues authority-”

“You’re psychoanalyzing me, Dr. Crane.”

“Am I wrong?” The silence from you after his question answered it for you. “Besides if it helps I have been analyzing your behavior for quite a while now, you act so similar to the other masked oddities in the city but so different at the same time, then the fact that you are called SOngbird when you clearly cannot stand and most likely despise the Batman and his… sidekicks, for lack of a better word.”

“The press gave me that name… I could not stand it at first, because you are right, I hate Batman for personal reasons and maybe I am doing this whole vigilante thing out of spite. The thing is I don’t hate being called Songbird anymore because someone got me to see it in a new light.” You took a step away from the former doctor and professor to continue your way down the hallway but you glanced back at him. “Also fire isn’t my worst fear, it’s syngenesophia, I am absolutely terrified of my own family, have a good evening Dr. Crane.”

You forced yourself to walk down the hallway, ignoring the rest of the patients who tried to speak to you, even the laughter from the Joker as you turned the corner and kept on walking until you reached the heavy iron door that would lead you into the small interrogation room made up of metal and concrete. There was a guard next to the door who would lock it when you were inside and take Harvey Dent back to his cell when you left. You gave the guard a smile and nod and he nodded in return before he reached out to open the door for you and you stepped inside the dark and small room which inside there was a small table which was bolted to the ground along with two chairs, one of which was not empty and where a man sat, his hands in cuffs which were connected to the bolted down table. Harvey Dent was your father’s age, he actually knew your father and mother and met you once upon a time when you were just a little girl and he was still the district attorney.

“Hello, Mr. Dent.” You spoke calmly as you sat down across from the scarred man, you glanced up at the four corners of the room, all of the security cameras were off, and the red light not showing up at all, you were safe to talk freely in here. “I asked them to turn off the cameras so we would be able to talk without anyone watching.”

“I have been in here for two months, whatever happened-”

“It’s not related to any sort of that thing, what I need to talk about is personal, something I need your help with since a vigilante can’t really be going around asking for legal advice.” There was a pause in your words as you watched him reach into his pocket and pull out a coin, a coin with two heads, the only difference being is one was all scratched up. You watched him flip the coin and it landed in his palm before he looked up at you.

“You must have done something pretty serious to be this desperate to come to me for help.”

“Actually, I didn’t do anything wrong… my family is more than a bit messed up and then I have a psychopathic fiance- but one thing at a time.” You sigh and cross your arms, leaning back into your chair. “I need to figure out a way for my mother be able to divorce my father when she has no money without him and without him getting arrested for why she needs to divorce him.”

“Well, how good of lawyers can your father get?”

“The best money can buy.” You reach a hand up to grab a side of your mask and you peeled it off your face, you made the choice to reveal your identity to him. “Or the best Wayne Industries already has in their employment.”

“My god…” He stared at you as if he was seeing himself in the mirror for the first time, but really you could not blame him, this was his first time seeing you since you were a little girl, the little girl who wore frilly dresses and who her father carried everywhere in his arms, but then there was something else in his eye, a look that confirmed there was still good in him. “What did Bruce do?”

“A lot.” You reached into your utility belt and out of one of the pockets you pulled out a folded-up piece of paper, it was a list. You handed it to him and you never thought you would see Two-Face be horrified by something, but this seemed to do it. “Blackmailed my mother into marriage among other things which include, but are not limited to-”

“No, I understand… at least now I know why you came to me of all people first.”

“Ya, not exactly the sort of thing either of my identities could be seen doing without some sort of attention.”

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You swung through the city streets of Gotham, and your meeting with Two-Face, or rather it was Harvey Dent who showed through, went surprisingly well even with the revelation of what he had done. The sun had just set over the city so the skyline was a very pretty shade of gold with slight hints of pink. You still had one more visit to make as Songbird to visit that girl you told Damain about, but not having your bike just made it more difficult to get from place to place, especially when you had to cross half of the city to get there. By the time you made it near Gotham City Hall your arms burned like hell and you had to stop and take a seat for a moment on a building’s ledge to catch your breath and give your arms a quick rest.

You sat yourself on top of the Novick building, your legs dangling over the edge. Honestly, it was nice, a moment of peace being able to look over Gotham with a bit of hope in your heart, Harvey Dent had even given you the name of a divorce lawyer he had known when he was the district attorney. Even if you spent every night or mostly every night as a vigilante in Gotham, you only got to see the ugly bits of the city, not how beautiful it could be like right at the end of the sunset and everything was quiet or almost quiet. There were a few children playing on the sidewalk and when they looked up and saw you sitting on the edge of the rooftop you could hear the excitement in their voices, pointing up and calling over to their parents that Songbird was here and you could not help but smile and wave down at them and you could hear them giggle in joy.

They were not afraid of you.

They never were.

You quietly laughed as you stood up from the ledge and waved goodbye to the children and you turned on your heel to walk on the roof of the building and vanish from their sight, but as you turned around, looking away from the sunset into the darkness you were greeted by an unexpected sight, well no one expects to see a man, or what you assume to be a man, standing on a rooftop dressed in black with no disenable features besides the mask they wore with golden owl features and golden circular eyes…

Beware The Court of Owls,

that watches all the time,

ruling Gotham from a shadowed perch,

behind granite and lime.

They watch you at your hearth,

they watch you in your bed,

speak not a whispered word of them,

or they’ll send the Talon for your head.

You knew the rhyme that was told to children like a silent way for their parents to get them to behave and you certainly knew they were real now, the man on the bridge and now this, they were after you, most likely because of Gabriel. You pressed a button on your wrist, an emergency signal to your friends in case anything went wrong which would send out your last known location. You had no one like your brother to save you now, you were on your own.

You did not even have time to run before it was standing right in front of you. Clearly, its orders were not to be hostile unless need be because it just held its hand out for you to take which felt like more of an insult than it trying to fight you. You scowled beneath your own mask and instead, you spun around on your foot to try to kick whatever this thing was in the ribs which was completely useless by the way he caught your left ankle and tossed you with his grip on your leg. Your body skidded across the gravel and you could already feel your left ankle swelling up probably twisted or sprained, you would have heard a crack if it was broken. You tried to push yourself up and failed miserably when you felt the man shoot a kick into your ribcage, sending you tumbling over the gravel rooftop even further. You winced in pain as you tried to stand up again, sharp pain in your side and in your left leg. You could only watch as the man walked over to where you lay, you being too hurt and caught off guard to fight back when he covered your mouth and nose with a cloth which had clearly been soaked in some sort of chemical mixture of sedatives, extremely heavy sedatives at that. At least the League of Assassins were more gentle when kidnapping you and even when returning you to where you were kidnapped, Ra’s Al Ghul gave you tea to knock you out for fuck’s sake.

You tossed and turned against your kidnapper, looking for a way out, your eyes landed on a security camera on the side of another building and you silently prayed for the first time that Oracle, Barbara Gordon would be able to find you.

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When you woke up you immediately felt like you were going to vomit, but you suppose that is what happens when you have been drugged and kidnapped. For some reason, you expected to be cold when you woke up, but everything was surprisingly warm and comfortable. You were lying down in a bed with satin sheets over your body and what you felt to be maybe a weighted blanket or a comforter. Everything was burly when you opened your eyes and it took a minute to focus your vision so you could see the unfamiliar room around you, you were, in fact, laying in a four-poster dark wood bed and the sheets and blankets were the purest shade of white, the other furniture in the room matched the shade of wood the bed was, the dresser, the wardrobe, the side tables, even the hardwood floor beneath the light blue carpet and even the legs of the armchair in the corner of the room. You actually felt like you were going to throw up when you sat up in bed and while you did, a hand from your other side guided you to lean over the edge of the bed to where there was a bowl already lying on the ground in case you did throw up what little you had in your stomach. The hand ran its leather-covered fingers through your hair as you lurched and you gripped your stomach in pain and discomfort.

“Feel better, my dove?” A gentle voice spoke to you as your stomach finished emptying itself and suddenly you felt sick again as you looked over your shoulder to see the one who was sitting on the bed beside you was your ex-fiance, except he was wearing a white dress shirt with a tan vest, a blue tie, and white pants and on his lap lay a mask, a white owl mask, just like the one you saw in the photos and just like the one you saw the man on the bridge wear. It was as if he could read your mind with the next words he spoke to you. “I do apologize for the Court’s actions a few weeks ago on the bridge, that was my mother’s choice and she just is a slightly bit less patient than me, so when she saw that you were back she did send that person to kidnap you if wasn’t for NIghtwing and how they messed up by knocking you off of the bridge, don’t worry that part wasn’t your fault and they were killed for almost killing you.”

“W-what…”

“Oh I suppose this all is quite shocking to you, isn’t it?” He smiled for a moment before it faded away like it never existed and instead, you were left with a cold and blank stair that bled right into your soul. “That is what I would say if I didn’t already know that you knew the truth and you left me without a second thought, and you crawled back home like a little baby bird who realized the nest is so much more safer than the real world.”

“I-I…”

“Don’t worry I forgive you, because I know you were just scared, right?” You could not even get out a response before his smile came back to his face. “You’re safe with me, after all, I would never let anyone hurt you. My own mother suggested that when you left that we should kill you so you wouldn’t tell anyone, such a shame she can’t see our wedding now because she is dead.”