#yandere ra’s al ghul

[anxiousnerdwritings]

I can totally imagine that, after getting absolutely no where, Jokerized!twin darling just has an Azula-level breakdown. Especially if the Batfam or God forbid Damian somehow manages to subdue the unpredictable mess. There's no way that Twin!Reader doesn't resent Damian to a degree, especially after everything he put them through... so seeing his twin brother not only be accepted but also find a family that was willing to have him? While Twin!Darling was just used and abused in some shape or form? Absolutely breaking down!

Twin!Reader wholeheartedly holds an immense amount of resentment towards both Damian and Talia. I really like the idea that Twin!Reader was more akin to being that of a normal child born outside of a family full of assassins than to acting like one who was. Like, Twin!Reader was on par with Damian when it came to the proficiency of their training but the mentality just wasn’t there for them. They couldn’t just aimlessly kill, they couldn’t just walk away with someone’s blood on them and not feel something. Not only that, they just weren’t emotionless to any degree like how their mother and brother so easily were. They laughed, they cried, they felt fear, they felt hurt. Like, I’ve had this scenario in my head for a bit of there being a thunderstorm or a blizzard and Twin!Reader seeking out Damian because they’re scared, they sneak into his room and they just want comfort. They just want to be together with their twin brother in their moment of need. And Damian begrudgingly allows it cause they won’t go away no matter what he says but he still makes comments about how weak they are for something as ridiculous as a storm to have them acting like this and that the Reader better be out before mother finds out. I especially like this kind of scenario being what Twin!Reader holds onto when they need something no the better side to look back on. It didn’t happen often, nor did it come without berating, but there were a few moments that Twin!Reader had with Damian that they’ve held onto, that they’ve cherished.

I also really like the idea of Talia having tried to kill Twin!Reader behind Ra’s back, leaving them for dead only for them to survive and that’s where we go from there. I think it really adds to the whole familial betrayal thing and gives more to the Reader eventually going off the rails, especially as they’re in search of somewhere to belong, for someone who willingly and genuinely wants them for them. It makes it even more of a surprise and gut punch respectively for Damian, Talia, and Ra’s when the Reader pops back up. Especially, after being Jokerized.

All their life, Twin!Reader as been used and abused in some way, shape, or form. And even after being Jokerized that’s all they’re met with. Even if it isn’t to the same extent it was with Talia and Damian, these new people the Reader is trying to find belonging in all have ulterior motives. They want to use the Reader against Batman (or one of the other main people the Reader’s been associated with), they want something to have and hold over Batman’s (or whoever else’s) head. That’s all it is, at least in the beginning. Eventually these people do come to have some amount of care for the Reader but by then it’s too late and the Reader is in the wind and on to the next one.

I do really love the idea of Damian and Twin!Reader sharing their love for animals. I especially love the thought of the Reader’s first pet/companion being a hyena Joker and Harley (probably just Harley) gifted them after their initiation into the Clown Family. That hyena would mean the absolute world to the Reader, as far as the Reader was concerned it was their first friend and the first thing that ever stayed around for them. Wherever the Reader went, so did it. I love the thought of the hyena being protective of the Reader, sticking close to them for both security and comfort. The hyena very quickly becomes the only thing that Twin!Reader truly cares about anymore. Not to mention, there’s no doubt that after everything Twin!Reader’s been through before and after being Jokerized they have constant nightmares, even some night terrors, and the only one there for them is their loyal hyena. It’s there to curl around them protectively, to give them a warmth they’re not used to and a sense of being looked over that they’ve never felt before. I can even see the hyena bringing the Reader snacks to remind them to eat and take care of themself.

I can really see the Jokerized!Twin!Reader being thrown into an all out breakdown if their hyena died, especially if it died protecting them (whether from the batfamily or some rogue rando). That was their only friend, the only thing that truly ever cared about them and now they had nothing anymore. They had no one. They were lost all over again. If any of the batfamily members had anything to do with the Reader’s precious hyena’s death there would never be any forgiveness. If someone else were the reason for the hyena’s death than the Reader wouldn’t think twice about killing them and getting revenge for their beloved companion. Either way, no matter who caused the Reader’s hyena’s death I can see the batfamily all trying to subdue them from enacting any revenge on whoever. No matter how feral and berserk the Reader is in the moment, no matter how hard they fight, how hard they hit, I see Bruce, Jason and Damian especially not letting go of them. They hold the Reader the entire time, unrelenting in their grasp no matter how hurt they get in the process. If the Reader is as unrelenting as they are then they’ll have to knock them out. From there the family will take Jokerized!Twin!Reader home, where they’ll be safer, where the family can watch over and be there for them.

After their breakdown, there is no way in hell, Damian and Bruce especially will be able to go on with the Reader not being with them. Seeing how absolutely destroyed they’ve become, how much of a broken husk they’ve been turned into after everything they’ve been through, Damian and Bruce can’t allow anything more to happen to their sibling/child. No matter what it takes, how long it takes, Damian and Bruce aren’t giving up on Jokerized!Twin!Reader. They will save them, they will put them back together again. They will be the family that the Reader should have had all along.

God forbid if Ra’s was there to see his precious grandchild breakdown like that in front of him. Damian and Bruce be damned, he’s taking them home with him and Talia will be thoroughly dealt with for her part in all of this, in destroying his pride and joy.

[acid-ixx]

do i look like him?

— just another series concept. please note that talia sexually assaulting bruce is retconned in whatever portrayal i have of her. i will not tolerate any racist or sexist remarks towards her character for a mischaracterized version of her, written by some gooner.

reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

i don't know if anybody would be interested in a certain premise i'm planning. taylor's song, "like him" is resonating off of my body, and i've a draft written inspired off of the song featuring yandere batfam x damian's twin! reader x yandere! al ghul family.

wherein instead of being neglected, you're treated like royalty by your own family. your twin is subjected to the cruelty of being raised as an assassin. you're met with scarred hands, nicked back, and calloused skin every time he comes back from your shared room after another particularly harsh training. yet every time you worry for your older twin, he'd silence you with the same bloodied hands that handled bodies like ragdolls, gently like it has never killed, with hushed promises whispered by your ear that "this is necessary for your protection, akhi/akhti."

at first you'd be convinced that this family lifestyle is normal. your mother is doting, she is kind, she is where you learned the word mercy; unlike the fierce image she displays in public. you're often spoiled rotten with her favorite shades of clothes, and her teachings emanate within you a deep sense of loving for animals. you never truly see her cruelty for other humans, as she often makes you sit by her lap upon a seat you call a throne when you were all but a mere five year old, playing with your hair, muttering affirmations and cradling you on her chest every time you ponder too deeply about the word, 'father'.

a word you'd read from those fairytales by the library, a word you craved to know, a word forbidden to be stated by everybody within your castle-like home.

she'll call upon your brother every time your curiosity gets the best of you, and the duo would try their best to sway your attention away with playtime. either it'd be stories, or damian showing you new tricks he'd learn from masters long overthrown by your twin, or it would be as simple as talia dragging both her beloved children to the huge kitchen, demanding the head chefs to bake you and your brother's favorite dessert (a little moment to spoil your brother after a hard-earned day of training, even if damian isn't always fond of sweet confectionaries; your grin would always tempt him to take a bite of your food if it means spending a day being himself).

it seems even damian plays along with the sick fantasy of not acknowledging the possibility of an alive father figure to you. not like you'd be aware of it, too caught up with your grandfather teaching you about rare species' on the verge of extinction, his (rarely) soft gaze fixed on the way your small body would gently pat the face of his wolf companion, or your brother constantly vying for you, his younger twin's, attention, eliminating all possible rivals who could potentially act as your future playmate that only he has the privilege for, or how your mother seeks you, her youngest baby, out, for a day of rest after another mission, doting smooches on your face, her lipstick smearing all over the soft chub of your cheeks, dismissing your pouts

a perfect family, with not much left to desire for your part.

so why is it that talia would often hear damian complain about your sudden fixation about a father figure? you'd mumble, something about one of your servants who mentioned visiting her father for vacation, a man who works as a merchant for his family; you asked them what your father's job was, what his name was, "why isn't he here at the family dinner?"

you asked, with wide, pitiful eyes, a feature long foreign for hardened assassins, but associated only with you. a quality nobody in the league dares to criticize; your gentleness the only thing keeping their leaders sane, keeping most servants alive as you find precious each and every single living being; not exclusive to animals or plants, but to humans too.

you're the league's only hope for reprieve, for softness in the moments of emboldened duties and priorities. you're the fingers that caress on calloused skin and the lips that kiss bloody scars. the hearth that warms even the coldest of hearts.

which was why nobody attempted to answer you, no matter how much it breaks your heart; because nobody wanted to ruin your soft and kind heart, or see the sullen droop in your eyes, or red, sniffling nose.

yet once ra's heard the confession of you being aware of what a father is like through the mouth of your servant, he'd immediately demanded another assassin to eliminate whoever dared mentioned such preposterous concepts to his grandchild.

throughout their rage, throughout damian nuzzling his head on the crown of your, muttering that whatever his baby sibling is sputtering is nonsensical, mere fantasy, arms encasing your entire body. he'd cradle you, run his hands against your hair even with furrowed, always angered brows; all the same questions lingered in the back of their minds:

is your current family not enough? why is it that the more you grow, the more you... wear the same expression of stubbornness, a quality your mother is sure you've adopted from you... father.

she may not be the best mother, taking both you and damian away from the arms of bruce wayne after she had learned about her pregnancy after a night spent together with the man, but she did it for the sake of her children; for your future, too.

bruce wayne will not be a good influence to you. if he tries so much to subject you into becoming another one of his robins, destroying your innocence, your perception of the world into a bleak portrayal of lackluster colors— ra's wouldn't hesitate to destroy the entirety of bruce's home.

and the manor is nothing! nothing, mind you, compared to the castle you call your home. only you deserve the richest of the rich, the shiniest jewels and the best treatment in the world. what more can gotham offer you? what more, if not for broken bones and bruised knees?

and so they settled upon ruining your perception of your father, with no known face to be plastered upon your memory, no known source, or picture— at such an early age.

if you yearn so much for a father, why not paint the image as dark as the cowl he wears?

why don't they feed you lies about him never wanting you and your twin in the first place? you'll be given opportunities to call an empty line, hoping your father would pick up, would respond and tell you that he's coming for you. they'll give you time to write letters, even if it takes your crummy fingers hours to finish a dedicated letter for your father, after years of being unable to meet him; it causes all the more ache in your mother's chest, witnessing her beloved youngest stay up late, whispering whimsical wishes about how excited you are to read your father's reply to you.

all your mother could do was kiss your forehead as she sat by your side, and rub your delicate cheeks with her fingers, mumbling that her baby should sleep now.

your mother never lies to you, no?

at least, not outright in your face.

damian, hates seeing the heartbreak in your eyes, but he's the very same twin who comforts you every damn time you fall to your knees after discovering that the letters you sent to your father's locations were long since unanswered — even if they're all hidden away in a vault of every possession you thought you lost. he'll pick you up with his trained body, and you'll melt even further into his form, shivering at the prospect that you're an unwanted child in the face of your father.

soon.

soon, you'll learn to despise bruce with every being of your soul, and learn to only reserve the association of warmth for your only family. you'll be the spoiled royal of the al ghul, and you'll come to find yourself grateful that you're raised without his presence, deluded into thinking that he abandoned you, that he never truly cared in the first place.

you love your family, you hate bruce wayne.

he is not family.

he is not your father, he lost that status long ago right after you thought he'd ignore all your calls, your messages, letters, gifts, every and any signal sent to the man you once called your father right after learning his name. he made you hope, he left the light flicker once flickering within you now blown away, leaving only an empty husk of your wanting to meet your father.

you hate bruce, you hate him so fucking much, you're ashamed that he's even your father in the first place— even if he's the very same man working tirelessly, day and night, to save you, once he caught news of what his children looks like, and locks eyes with your hopeful ones, a rare sight amongst the imagery of assassin. he plans to retrieve you, to save you, from the castle you call your home; truly what you call your cage.

little did you know that you are more like your father than you are with what you call your family.

— heavily inspired by @anxiousnerdwritings portrayal of twin!reader.

a/n: i honestly don't know half of what i wrote. i'm out of my mind, and i'm honestly not confident with the outcome of this concept. if people do like it (leave comments, or inputs, or whatsoever) i might post a chapter about this (since i do have one written in my drafts a week or two ago). if not, i'm dropping this and leaving it as a concept mostly, a one-time thing at best. so if anybody does like this, please do tell me. i do have a lot in store for this concept, specifically the way manipulation works within this family convincing you the other side is evil; i've been through this once w/ my family actually ngl, so writing this was a bit fun.

[littlefankingdom]

As a follow-up from this post, Talia who starts to present herself as "your mother" to any new batkids she meets, because she is living in her reality, where Bruce is her soulmate whatever he says or does. He may have another girlfriend, another partner, even a spouse, it doesn’t matter, they are just a "plaything" and he is her betrothed. And those batkids (Duke, I'm imagining Duke) being totally lost because "who the fuck are you????".

And Dick, as her n°1 hater, is screaming that she's nobody's mother (apart from Damian, he has to accept that), she is certainly not his mother, nor his stepmother, and she needs to back-off.

[helpfandom]

Platonic Yandere BTAS villains pt3

Ra's al Ghul

Clock King

Max Zeus { Also known as: Maxamillion, Maxie Zeus}

Scarface and Ventriloquist

Thank you yandere-auxillary https://www.tumblr.com/helpfandom/724022554446135296/types-of-yandere?source=share

Ra's Al Ghul: This man is Possessive, Manipulative, and Clingy. Don't you realize that all of this is for your safety? He has major trust issues with children, wondering if the child who will now be his new heir will betray him just like Talia would. How y'all would meet is quite honestly, a coin flip, I am unsure of what specifics he needs for a darling, nor what would be needed for a meeting, hence why I don't know. My apologies. He's manipulative in that he has no guilt in forcing you to come with him, using his excuse of 'just an old man' to trick you into coming close to the vehicle while you help him... I don't think he sees you as you anymore, he sees you as more of an heir, a doll to become the next in the Al Ghul line.

Clock King: Obsessive, Impulsive, Self-Indulgent. He's always been shown to be obsessive, with -likely, because of my own characteristics of him having OCD, hence his obsession with- time. He's methodical, yet impulsive once he's realized that he can't go back to the time before, to when he was 'normal', when everything was right. on. time. He needs a darling that understands, that sympathizes, and he would fall in obsession of following your schedule by watching you, checking every little thing you do that happens to coincide with what happened the day before, and well, since you also have a strict schedule, clearly you understand why he also has such a strict schedule and because the Mayor ruined everything, perhaps you see why he has to kill the mayor too?

Max Zeus: Delusional, man already thinks he's Zeus and if that's not delusional, then we need reevaluate delusion. Possessive, and slightly Sadistic. He thinks that you can take any hits that you may have with him as a father, seeing as he thinks of you as a god. [Obviously one of Zeus' children, so at least you can be Apollo or Artemis or Athena or...] Never the less, the wants to control all that you do and yet nothing you do at the same time. He has no jealousy, but can't stand to see you try to do something that goes outside of your little box together that he set for you.

Scarface and Ventriloquist: Self-Indulgent, Overprotective, Clingy, are all traits of Ventriloquist, but Scarface? Sadistic, Delusional, Impulsive. Not a good combination. They each combat the other's traits, while only providing a toxic [not to say that Yandere isn't toxic but I digress] environment for someone to be around, much less someone they want to protect. Scarface would surprisingly be the one to fall into delusion first, with Ventriloquist being the second to become obsessed. Your uncaring attitude went a long way to becoming their new heir. Scarface wants you to take over the criminal business, whilst Ventriloquist wants you to stay as far away from it as one can be in Gotham. This just causes tensions amongst all of the criminals as the child who doesn't want to be here is clamored after.

[gulnarsultan]

reader and husband Ra's Al Ghul spending time with grandson Damian

That day you decided to spend time with your husband and grandson, Damian. Honestly, thanks to you, Damian was seeing motherly love and affection. You knew right from the start that your daughter wasn't a good mother to Damian. That's why you made it your principle to undertake this task yourself. Your husband did not object to you on this matter. In the morning, after a nice breakfast together, you went to the playground.

"Grandma, will you rock me on the swing?"

"Of course honey."

After a little rocking Damian pulled you to slide with you on the slides. Your husband was laughing from the sidelines at your state of affairs.

"Grandpa, shall we play catch-up together?"

"I don't know, Damian."

"Damian your grandfather is too old for that."

"Is this a challenge, sweet wife?"

When you and Damian started running, Ra's caught you first, then after a little struggle, Damian caught up. You didn't forget to buy cotton candy and ice cream before you went home. After returning home, you spent time with Damian and your husband drawing puzzles and drawings. In the evening you put Damian in his bed and then you read him a story. When Damian fell asleep, you kissed his forehead and returned to your room.

[theyanderespecialist]

Runaway Fiance~ 1 (Mini-Series) Yandere Ra Al Ghul X Marie (DC)

My Co Author For This: (Who Marie Is inspired after) @mamamaries

(No one's pov)

Marie slowly opened her eyes, not moving at all at first. She was waiting to hear footsteps. And she did.

She tried to visualize what she was hearing. She's only have so much time. Only such a brief window. She could probably lie if anyone saw her.. but she'd rather not deal with it at all.

When she'd first met Ra's- he seemed..like a dream come true. Courteous, polite, well-spoken, well-educated. Maybe a little too educated because..god he was much smarter than her- but he seemed like a dream.

She never expected him to show interest in her, she never expected they'd be together.

He seemed so old school. But she didn't mind, he didn't push her for intimacy. Something she often appreciated. She was too scared to kiss and it just..it had to be the right moment. They hadn't gotten too far- aside from that one time in the hot tub- that got...quite intense.

He always talked about how he loved this planet, like she did. How people had to be better for each other and for the world.

That was true- but he lied to her about what he did to achieve that- what his league did to achieve that.

How do you go about telling your girlfriend, now fiancée that you just so happen to not only be suspiciously loaded but..oh, I don't know..run an entire league of assassins and call yourself the demon head of it- trying to murder whole cities worth of people, blackmail, weapon smuggling- how do you even try?

Well, she could tell you. You don't. She found out by mistake when she got a little too curious.

Which is why she was leaving. She swore to him when he proposed that he'd be her family now, that she'd be a part of his world and he'd be a part of hers- but she didn't want that.

She didn't even bother taking anything but enough money to just- grab a ride and go. Go somewhere. She didn't care. Maybe she'd die of frostbite out in the snowy tundra but she didn't care.

All she cared about was running. And run she did. Through the snow, through the harsh wind. Her legs- she couldn't even feel them anymore. She finally reached a village and managed to get someone to take her on their plane after begging enough. Wherever it was going. That's where she'd live. She couldn't ever go back home. That's the first place they'd look. It took weeks to finally get somewhere she felt was safe, and even now, she always was worried they'd find her...and they'd kill her. No doubt.

She was settled down, working in a small shop and being helpful in any way she could. She even flirted with one of her coworkers. He was not Ra, but he was sweet and a very good man. John was a simple man who came here to help out his grandfather, the owner. She was happy to work with him. But she never let anyone take her photo, as the risk of it getting online. She lived her life the best she could but she also now lived in fear.

"Morning Mar!" John says as Marie walks into the shop. "I am so glad you came in, we will be busy today, the festivals start tonight! I-I was wondering if you wanted to go with me to the first night! You know l-like a date!"

John was nervous but he wanted to ask Marie out to have a date with her.

(John I am sorry but you will die XD)

(John is done for he's cooked) 

(XD Yes he has sealed his fate XD) 

She hadn't dated since Ra's. Her first and only relationship- it was.. not ideal. She didn't trust anyone.

"A..date? I... I don't.." she stopped. "I haven't..dated in a long time. I'd..I'd like that." She didn't know if she actually would.

She would not even admit it to herself, but she was still attached to Ra. Her deep connection still had her attracted to him, that is what made finding out about him hurt all the more. She was the first man she was ever fully attracted to and wanted to be with in real life. So when she found out the type of man he was it was like a stab to her heart, but she still loved him on some level, and that made it hurt the most.

However, if she does not learn to move on and learn her heart come to terms she cannot be with Ra... Then she will never heal.

"That is great!" John grins so happy he was over the moon, he really liked Marie and could not wait. 'I will close the shop tonight, so you can have time to get ready!"

Marie nodded John was so different like a puppy dog almost wanting to do everything to make Marie happy.

She gave him a sort of tense smile. She never told John the truth, only half of it. She had a dangerous Ex, one who could never know where she was. That's all he needed to know.

"Thanks, John." She said.

They continued to work in the shop and had a great time. The day was busy and John made sure Marie took plenty of breaks so she did not get overwhelmed

She had some pretty serious social anxiety. No one could come behind her or from the side- he had no idea what her ex did, but it had to be bad.

"Well, that's it for the night, you go, I'll stay behind and lock up," John said as Marie slowly waved and began her journey back to her shitty little apartment.

She was unaware that one of Ra's assassins was in town for a job, and he saw Marie crossing the street.

"I be damned." He says and pulls out his cell phone on the third Call Ra Answer.

"What is it, I am busy in this meeting." He says as he pulls the victim's eye out of his skull.

"I just caught sight of your fiance, Marie." He says and Ra's froze, it had been a year... a year without her and she was found.

"Where are you?" He demands stabbing the victim in the head and ending his meeting. 

[knullanon]

How would Yandad Lex, Vandal and Ra's feel about a child darling that is dyslexic. Would they see it and deal with it? And what would they do/feel about the darling being insecure about it?

I think the only one who would have an issue with it is Lex, but it would more be in a "oh, my poor baby" way. It wouldn't be an outright issue for him, but he does take it into consideration whenever you need to read something.

if anything, they would more just help you with what you struggle with. tutors, more audial/visual learning, or even brail if you asked for it would be given to you.

[dreamsfullofwoe]

Prezada filha mais velha de Bruce Wayne,

Perdoe-me por escrever esta carta sem o seu consentimento ou conhecimento prévio. Eu sei que nossas famílias têm uma história conturbada, mas eu espero que você possa olhar além disso e entender que eu a escrevo com sinceridade.

Eu não posso negar que sempre admirei sua inteligência, coragem e habilidades excepcionais. Você é uma mulher notável e eu sinto uma grande atração por sua força de caráter. Desde que a vi pela primeira vez, eu percebi que você era diferente de todas as mulheres que já conheci. E quando descobri que você era a filha de Bruce Wayne, percebi que estava diante de alguém ainda mais especial.

Eu não posso evitar sentir uma certa afinidade com Bruce, pois compartilhamos muitas crenças e objetivos. Mas, ao contrário dele, eu sou capaz de enxergar além da justiça convencional e da ordem estabelecida. Eu acredito que é preciso fazer escolhas difíceis para alcançar um bem maior. E é por isso que eu acho que nós poderíamos ser grandes aliados e até mesmo, quem sabe, mais do que isso.

Eu sei que Bruce já tem uma família, mas eu espero que você considere a possibilidade de explorar nossos sentimentos e conexões. Eu sou um homem de recursos e tenho muito a oferecer, tanto em termos de proteção quanto de amor e cuidado.

De qualquer forma, eu espero que esta carta não seja recebida como uma ameaça ou uma invasão de privacidade. Eu só queria expressar meus sentimentos e dizer que estou aberto a um diálogo e a uma possível aproximação.

Com sinceros votos de felicidade e prosperidade,

Ra's Al Ghul

[laythestar]

Don't try to run away my love

Author's notes: Another Damian Imagine? Another Damian Imagine! I love him, we're fiancés you know? (I'm delusional), anyway, hope you guys like it! It's a yandere Damian Wayne, so be warned!

Words: 332.

Sometimes Damian was odd.

  You thought that was because of his past as the heir of Ra’s Al Ghul, but now you’re not so sure.

  There would be times that he would tighten his grip on your waist when he sees someone looking at you. There would be times that he would ask if you were truly his, as if you dating him wasn’t enough.

    He was a great boyfriend, of course, caring, loving, hard working. But at the same time…

   At the same time there existed a danger in Damian’s eyes, as if he was holding back a beast inside him. As if he was just waiting to snap.

   One day you two were fighting and he just…Grab your neck and looked inside your eyes, his green ones shining with such a rage that it made you scared, but what truly terrified you were his words:

“You better remember that it’s me who owns you, habibti. And if you try to run away I will make sure to burn the world to catch you. Do you understand?” 

    All you could do was nod, shaking in fear while gripping his wrist. Damian only smiled and released you, caressing your hair as if nothing happened.

“I’m craving for some pizza, what do you think, habibti?” He asked softly.

   You don’t remember much of the aftermath, but the fear still persisted. 

   ��Sometimes you dream of running away from Damian and he chasing you like a dangerous beast. 

    A hand holds your waist.

“A penny for your thoughts?” Damian said, the same soft tone.

“Nothing, just lost in my little world.” You replied.

“I hope that I can live with you in your little world? Maybe together we can build a universe to live in.�� Damian said and kissed your cheek. His eyes looking soft as always.

“I would love to.” You said, leaning on his touch.

   Damian was odd.

   But he was still the loving boyfriend that you’ll always love and care for.

  Right?!

[anxiousnerdwritings]

Damn... if we go back to au, where Demian's twin reader becomes Harley's child, how much will Talia be jealous.

She's like, yes, I didn't put my child in anything, he's an unworthy brat, but I hate even more that she found another mother and thinks I'm worse😡😡

And Ra, outraged at the conditions in which his grandson is being brought up (and angry that Talia allowed the child to escape with these people, and full of hatred because now his role as the main male role model has been replaced by some crazy clown)

Talia would be incredibly jealous and irate but it wouldn’t stem from her own maternal instincts, it’s all about principle. That child, even though she despises them and thinks their nothing but a defective spawn, is her child. It all comes down to possessiveness. And she especially wouldn’t take well to the situation if her child was absolutely thriving with Harley as their mother.

Ra’s would be incredibly enraged, mainly at Talia. Whether the twin!Reader left of their own accord (before Talia could do anything to them) or Talia got rid of them herself and sent them to their demise, Ra’s would blame Talia for the Reader ending up in the hands of Harley. In his eyes it was her fault, if only she had opened her eyes and saw what he saw in them then she would have tried so much harder with them. But seeing that his favorite grandchild was flourishing with Harley (and the fact that when he first visited them the Reader had a sword to his neck in protection of their new mother), Ra’s would be more inclined to allow the a reader to stay right where they were. The only thing he’d want in return would be for them to keep in contact with him. Even if they weren’t to do so he’d have his people watching over them and keeping him updated.

Meanwhile, Harley would have no problem kicking Talia’s ass and even going as far as killing her for how she treated Harley’s bby. When she learned of the Reader’s upbringing and how Talia Ned Damian treated them, Harley would be out for blood. She wouldn’t be able to wrap her head around how a mother can be so cruel to her own child. If Harley ever catches sight of Talia, it’s on sight and she’s aiming to maim. But I could see Harley and Ra’s coming to some kind of agreement regarding the Reader. The two aren’t exactly allies but when it comes to the Reader they’ll keep in contact with each other and if they need to they’ll work together for their precious darling.

In the case of the jokerized!twin!Reader then that would be a completely different situation. If Harley had taken the Reader in on her own, with no Joker in the picture, then things would be alright, but if Joker’s playing ‘daddy’ and especially if twin!Reader has already had a visit to the chemical vats then shit is hitting the fan (mainly in regards to Ra’s’ reaction).

Talia’s reaction to Jokerized!twin!Reader isn’t going to be anything positive. If anything she’ll only double down on her terrible treatment of the Reader, becoming even more disgusted by them and what they move become. She’ll accuse them of having finally sunk so low that there’s no coming back and that she was right to want to get rid of them. But once the Reader starts attacking her and is using their training from their upbringing among the League of Assassins and the unhinged, uncontrollable, unpredictable rawness they’re coming at her with has her shook. It’s probably Harley who goes at her first in retaliation for what Talia is saying about her bby and the Reader only jumps in to protect and fight for their new mother.

Fleeing, Talia would plan to come back or have some members of the League come and retrieve her faulty child so that she can train and forge them into what they should have been all this time ago, maybe even making them into something even better than that.

Ra’s would be outraged and plain disgusted with both the clowns and Talia. Again, if it weren’t for her his beloved grandchild wouldn’t have been desecrated and ruined by them. He would take matters into his own hands and save his grandchild from their ‘new family’. And he won’t let anyone stop him. He may even team up with Bruce but there’s no guarantee that Ra’s will allow anyone to have anything to do with the Reader when he gets them back. Not Talia, not Damian, not Bruce, no one would be allowed to come anywhere near them. They’ve been failed and ruined enough, he won’t let it happen again. It’s safe to say that Joker would surely meet his demise and there’s nothing Bruce could do to keep Ra’s from going through with his eradication of the Clown Prince.

And if getting the Reader back means having to kill them to do so then Ra’s will, but they won’t stay dead for long. He can promise that.

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〔00〕 — 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌 : perfect perception

DIRECTORY: concept, chapter 00, chapter 01

it was always just you, and your family.

just you, your mother, twin brother, and grandfather. the puzzle is complete, there is no need for an extra couple of pieces to add on to your already satiated life. there is no need to work hard, or to endure painful endeavors to attain what you want; not when your family would complete it all for you.

it wasn't like you could, or should, complain, no? you have everything granted to you from when you were born. scarred hands, jagged figure, weary eyes; those aren't necessary for a person like you, who will always be sheltered, in both cozy blankets and loving arms. oblivious to the cruel world and pesting hands that claw on innocent beings like you.

a steady house life, a mother who shielded your innocence from all the bloodshed within the family's ordeals, who read to you fairytales, who had you sleep in her bed when you feared, when you foresaw what you thought were monsters under your bed. instead of inhibiting hatred for an heir who'd flinch at raising hands and the sound of clanging swords, she encouraged your meak demeanor and even spoiled tantrums. she runs her hands across your silky tresses, and kisses your forehead a thousand times if you'd even mention it in a passing moment. she dresses you in jewels, in velvety, silky clothes, and bathes you in toys and gifts you never seem to ask for. your little body sleeps on her chest, and listen the steady beat of her heart, calm and beating, all for you.

you teach her softness, and the joys of being a mother. a concept foreign in her eyes, raised opposite to you. she sees herself in you, and projects what should've been her childhood to her youngest twin child.

you have a twin brother, who, despite being born only a few minutes before you, was significantly older than you, both mentally and spiritually. from the moment he was taken into the world, his duty to take all your pain away and to become your very light was established. and like the warrior he is, he takes that daunting task and transforms it into motivation. he is your knight in shining armor, the prince who catches you when you fall, the one who braves your nightmares, the swordman to your royalty. he trains, all day and night, from such a young age to protect you from unnecessary dangers he understood even his mother fears you'd be subjected to. he does not complain, he does not find reasons to gripe; he takes the scars, the bruises, the punishments and missions all in stride. if it meant seeing you happy and unaware from all the cruelty of living; then so be it. as long as, by the end of the day, he comes back to your shared room to find your tiny form drawing a childish imagery of the little family you love and cherish.

you teach him compassion, vulnerability, and share with him the admiration for arts.

then there is your grandfather. a hardened leader, a monster to all those who serve, but an idol in the eyes of oblivious you. he justifies violence in the wake of achieving his goals, he doesn't tolerate mankind's treatment of nature and its animals, and takes the lives of those who dares oppose. but you are treated differently, like glass that shatters at the softest of hits. his words are sugarcoated and stripped down to the most infantine of comprehension, his eyes are soft every time he kneels to your level to gently request that you return to your room. ra's does not kneel, he does not plead, he does not stoop to those younger than him. but to you, naive and dewy-eyed, akin to a fawn hiding behind a mother's legs, he does. every week, he takes in various experts in the field of teaching to become your mentors in whatever passion you have. he is the foundation of your growth, and he prides himself in that regard.

from him, you learn your love of animals. from you, he learns of weakness, and defeat to such platonic desires.

with your little family, you are happy. you never have to find reasons to complain about food, clothes, or any luxuries their family, akin to royalty, could obtain. you have a family smothering you in affection, attention, to the point where all you have to do is smile at the slightest thing and notice how they melt to your whims.

you were never alone when you didn't want to, you were always guarded, safe, and constantly served.

as you should, as it always should be.

and it was a routine you were used to. you never complained, you never pondered beyond primitive knowledge, you had never desired for more, or wanted less. life was normal despite the strange arrangements with servants always being by your beck and call, or how your brother would always seem to come seeking you after another day of "hard work" your mother doesn't permit you to try, with gashes that litter his tan skin and usually sharp eyes, still fixed with a glare though softened once your arms come to coddle him as a reward.

he finds comfort in your hold. it never once registered within you his ever-growing strength and how his hold on you would always seem to to tighten whenever a potential friend would pass by.

yet you are loved either way, you are cared for. what more is there to ask when you have and always been the singular pearl dripping with grace, poise, and a softness beyond the brutish weapons swung within the training grounds your brother finds himself in.

you are loved by everybody: by your mother, by your brother, by your grandfather, and you're the necessary voice that calls out mercy for whenever a servant would be punished for maintaining a less than satisfactory performance when it comes to serving you. you're the light of reason beyond instictive swings of the sword and the impulsive raise of a voice demanding for battle to settle a deal; biting your lips in disappointment every time your mother attempts to punish a small mistake a servant would do right in front of you.

although certain voices in the hallways find your presence... unsavory, out of place, or they simply pity you; whispers filtering through the kind words everyone else never withdraws from you— nonetheless, they'd have no choice but to obey your childish whims, to smile at you, to be kind and diligent to your emotions.

everything is perfect.

yes, yes it is. an undeniable fact within the factions of your heart. you ignore the subtle strain within your chest, the way the emptiness becomes blatant, and the misunderstood desire for something else... something greater, far beyond the honor of your current family; and replace it with temporary joy.

a joy that softly smiles at the piling gifts, a joy that teaches itself to be good, to be grateful, and to dismiss the ever-changing spotlight you have for your family.

to ignore their hushed whispers whenever your small, eight-year old form with wide eyes, holding a toy between your chest, inquire about what they're discussing with that requires such... strained air and ridged poses.

to ignore their careful words, their gentle hands that pats your hair, that beckons you to come to a different room, and the irritation and bubbling tantrums paired with the heat that wraps your boiling thoughts and clenching hands.

you ignore, and try to neglect that growing ache that insurmountably never passes.

even if you lay in bed every night, unable to sleep, gaining consciousness slowly but surely after another day passes.

you ignore, and dismiss, and it all becomes a cycle that you ought to never break, to never rupture with childish curiosity and the thirst for wisdom.

... because everything is perfect.

everything is perfect. like the candlelight beams of the moon dancing through victorian styled windows, fluttering past the curtains to kiss your resting body every night you lay sleeping on a king-sized mattress, surrounded by soft, cotton plushies and silky, cool blankets as your brother coddles you; your head laying on his chest like routine.

it is perfect like the gardens of flowers all planted with your favorites, an array of colors harmoniously dancing to the sway of traversing winds and bumbling pollinators.

it is perfect like the daily hustle and bustle of your servants, buzzing through wide spans of hallways with their voices mingling through busy air and the wafting scent of a new delicacy your mother ornately chose for you to try.

everything was perfect, until it wasn't.

until the illusion of completeness, of unity and satisfaction were shattered like the bones of your brother's opponents, powderized to mere dust.

until you take notice of the hollow piece in your heart, until your servant mentions a father (a word so foreign, so similar to mother... but different all the same) in mere passing when you two had conversed whilst they were tying your shoes.

at first, you didn't pay a mind, proposing to yourself that you'd ask your mother instead after you've finished your daily assignments.

but then, unlike every other time where you dismissed, ignored and forgot— you began to ponder.

the word, the meaning, its possible etymology and every historical relationship it might've contained; a lesson your brilliant mentor taught you, one that served as a paveway for curious, little you, to investigate.

a trait you're sure nobody really tackled within your family.

if that is so, then where does your stubbornness, your drive to seek answers, come from?

you try to solve the puzzle pieces, ones you thought were never present in your life, your mind wracking through stored memories of a young, prying individual like you; until you came to a conclusion.

does it possibly come from a... father?

father...?

father?

father.

... your brother, too, said the same word.

when he was tired and beat from his training, when all he wanted was a singular hug, whose hands were stained with dripping ichor and knees bruised from hitting upon rocky ground. his emerald eyes were seeking your presence, and you find how his delirious state, itching for calm after another stormy trial of missions, was abnormal; unlike you who flinched at the dizzying scent of blood.

too mature, now you've noticed. a presence that exudes superiority, that takes the lives of those who rebel, that punishes anything less than perfect; that only softens, whose shoulders only sag when he takes in your presence within the same room as him— traits too foreign in the midst of a brother the same age as you.

so when you denied him of oasis, when your young brain was too scared, too worried and all the more wishing for answers on why he always comes back bleeding and injured, rejecting his offer for you to come closer— he all but seethes, and instead sighs; watching your quivering lips and the igniting fight in your eyes, a shaded mixture of your mother's and his.

"you're exactly like what mother told me. stubborn like our father when inconsolable... but i love you too much, akhi/akhti, to care for your lesser."

he muttered under his breath, emerald eyes gleaming under moonlit glow as he looks at you, emotions too miscellaneous beyond the swirling pools of green that always keeps a watch on you.

sometimes, he feels less like a brother and more of a knight. sometimes, you wish to rebel and instead dig deep into what's been happening to your brother these past few years, shaped by experience you never once caught yourself transpiring through. sometimes, you wish he doesn't treat you like a glass ornament.

sometimes, you wish you had a normal family.

as much as his words were sweet, as much as you would've felt warmth at the mere affection and exception he holds you in regard to his heart, even if he takes your body in his arms prior to your previous rejection, all but melting and rocking your body to sleep; a common method he utilizes to make you feel drowsy, and to eventually forget the blood on his sheathed sword and sinful hands once your eyes drift to a close—

you still reflect upon his words even if weeks had already passed by after that incident, even if he must've thought your somnolence was enough to dismiss whatever was the 'grammatical' mistake he'd mumbled that night was a product of fatigue after a long day of work.

... because despite being the perfect family, despite the love and care they foster within your heart; washing off the beating emptiness in your chest was harder than any injuries you've obtained after momentary clumsiness.

at least you knew when those scars were incurred, at least you had people to comfort you through the tears that escaped through your eyes.

but this immaterial emptiness has long since festered within the confines of your caged soul.

it beckons you to choose rebellion, it traps your thumping heart and tightens its hold on it, snaring it in a pit you couldn't crawl yourself out of.

desire drives you further away from delusion, from the foundations of weaved lies and rose-tinted picturesque perfection.

and you began to crave satiation to at least mend the missing puzzle piece in your heart; piece by piece, stitch by stitch.

who is your father? what is a father? why did dami told me i'm like... our father?

as you sit alone in your bed, toys long forgotten, alone with only the cool breeze fluttering by your window to accompany you. the questions begin to grate at your mind, yet all you do is bring your knees closer to your chest, lips dry at the forgone isolation you put yourself through after a cycle of endless thinking.

"momma will be here soon," you mutter to yourself. your voice, meek and highly pitched, young and cradling childish curiosity; it breaks at the seams when your fingers bring itself to touch and wipe away at wet cheeks and tender, aching eyes.

dami was right; you are stubborn like your father.

because even if they try all necessary means to shroud your life in seclusion from reality— you don't easily back out of a losing fight.

even if the tears you shed from the lack of progress were insurmountable, even if you knew you were at a physical disadvantage shall push come to shove where you'd have to fight your dearest brother, even if it means struggling against the invisible shackle your beloved family locked you in.

because your perfect perception of your fucked up family has long since dissipated from the moment your servant and your brother mentioned a foreign word.

a simple word, a small mistake, yet acting as a newer path of life that long since diverged from the only way you knew how to live.

and you still wish to solve the mystery of your forlorn emptiness.

will you give up just so easily? would the tears you shed all become mere depression?

no, not even as you sit in your too-huge bed, with no clue on where or how to start a hopeless journey; too young to plan, too little to fight, too tenderhearted in the views of your family.

even then, your red, rubbed raw eyes seek to look back on your first hint from within the room

a dictionary was sprawled across the opposite end of the bed, thrown haphazardly, opened to a certain page that highlights words closest to 'father'.

you crawl, with sore arms and wobbly legs, to retrieve the heavy, hard-bound and gold-encased dictionary, lounging on your bed with a damaged spine.

your fingers return to traverse multiple pages yet again—

stubborn, impatient and impulsive.

earlier, it came to you in the form of realization that the dictionary your mentor assigned you to read had a missing word cut precisely with a blade and replaced with an unintelligible one.

earlier, you realized just how much your perfect family was only perfect because they've hidden the truth from you.

earlier should've been years ago, earlier should've never been swept off the rug so easily. but what could an eight year old like you do? you've none of damian's talents to quickly learn, you're raised differently. it is only now you wish you weren't so gullible.

and as your fingers strum against pages, near to ripping out expensive paper, tears unceasing, lips bitten 'til bleeding— you learn, and you grow beyond simple comprehension.

motivation, and the drive to uncover all things unsaid, even if the end would result in something negative.

through them, you'll soon learn of spite, of anguish, and bitter contempt.

but for now, you're merely left alone, with only a mantra of words all circling back to dami's words; so many questions left unanswered.

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a/n: honestly don't know half of what i wrote + i don't like this as much as i wanted it to come out. this went through multiple revisions with an added fact of me trying to discern why my writing style keeps fluctuating 😭 guys please comment about what you think of this. if this flops, i'm gonna quit writing LMAO. this is a bit more formal than my usual style (re: again & again) because i wanted to capture the regality of the al ghul's family partly told through the perspective of a child.

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||Lily Of The Valley||

by Snowballwasthebestdog The batfamily find themselves in a precarious situation as they try to balance getting to know their new sister and trying to uncover Slade's next heist. A storm is brewing in gotham, and only they can stop it. Words: 883, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: DCU, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: Multi, Other Characters: Damian Wayne, Tim Drake (DCU), Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Dick Grayson, Original Characters, Jim Gordon (DCU), Slade Wilson, Batman Ensemble, Joker (DCU), Talia al Ghul, Ra's al Ghul, Vicki Vale, Titus | Damian Wayne's Dog, Jonathan Samuel Kent Relationships: Damian Wayne/Reader, Bruce Wayne/Reader, Dick Grayson/Reader, Jason Todd/Reader, Tim Drake (DCU)/Reader, Alfred Pennyworth/Reader Additional Tags: Yandere Batfamily (DCU), Fluff and Angst, Attempt at Humor, Mild Gore, Childhood Trauma, Psychological Trauma, Minor Character Death, Minor Violence, Minor Injuries, Not Canon Compliant, Alternate Universe - Crack, Bad Writing, Black Character(s), Protective Damian Wayne, Jason Todd Has Issues, Good Sibling Dick Grayson, Romani Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Good Grandparent Alfred Pennyworth, Tired Tim Drake, Jim Gordon & Bruce Wayne Friendship, Out of Character Jim Gordon, Out of Character, No Romance, Platonic Relationships, Abuse of Authority, Family Drama, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Child Neglect, Sick Character, The Author Regrets Everything via https://ift.tt/uP1KJQq

[helpfandom]

platonic yandere scarecrow hcs? Or just analyzing what he'd be like as a yandere

Well, 🐁 anon, here you go! HC's unless someone wants to read me ramble about an analysis...?

@yanderefangirl

He finds it interesting that you visit someone here [Arkham], who could it be? Upon noticing who it is you may be visiting, and as to whom it is that you are, he becomes intrigued in your story. As such, he wishes to find out every little thing, perhaps then his mind can rest.

Nevertheless, he finds out more about with or without you knowing, using his ties with Carmine Falcone to easily track you and your activities.

Using this knowledge [and his criminal ties], he slowly inserts himself into your life, using the school that you go to to give lectures of pharmacotherapy, and psychology, trying to persuade you by the littlest things, and then moving to bigger ways to put him into your life.

Although he has still yet to understand that he is obsessed with you, he assures himself that it is simply a scientific obsession, seeing as most people who visit Arkham end up with a dose of fear gas and seeing you just simply not react to the effects of it interests him.

So in his attempts to insert himself into your life, he finds out more and more about you that make him interested even if he doesn't realize it.

By the time he realizes he wants you, and that he must take care of you, Ra's Al Ghul is almost there. So he stages an attack on you, and steals you then, when Batman is too busy to realize what happened to one singular civilian.

[yanderes-galore]

For yanderes biting darlings-

This is going to end up long, and platonic sorry! {{ (>_<) }}. Batman edition! Sorry it's not all, but I did the versions I knew, because I couldn't go for ones I don't know!

Riddler: 2004 yes, he's more likely to do it when cuddling and softly because he's just having cuteness agression. Batwheels, no, he's too arrogant and kind of thinks it's gross. B;TAS, no, maybe once before but he's not down for it. 1995, yeah, sporadically and randomly because he feels like it. Arkham, Yes but hard and for marking because he's mean >:(

Scarecrow: Nolan Trilogy no, he doesn't think about it. B;TAS, no he thinks it gross and childish. Arkham, probably has but not likely, cause he's more likely to just headpat you as affection.

Joker: Yes. There is no version he wouldn't, he's mean and stinky, probably does it a lot. Even Batwheels he probably does it, although he would stop if Darling protests unlike his counterparts. 1989 is the one of the fewer who doesn't do it as much, but would probably bite you as a way to "artify" you.

Harley Quinn: No, if it's platonic because she doesn't feel the aggression to do so.

Max Zeus: No. That's not what Gods do, if romantic, then yeah, probably, but platonic? No. Not even in 2004 Batman.

Clayface: 2004 no, because he knows he can harm without meaning to, and he's scared to hurt anyone other than Joker, so he wouldn't bite his darling. B;TAS, I can see him doing it by accident or if Darling escaped as a way to leave clay inside of them. Arkham, Again, if Darling tries to escape but otherwise no.

Ra's Al Ghul: no??? I don't think he's the type to do it with romantic darlings either, but he's too refined for that.

Talia Al Ghul: I mean... maybe?? She's often characterized so differently between versions that it's hard to see how she normally reacts, because most of it is weird.

Clock King: No, again, a little too refined for that, but it's not something he would consider, it wouldn't click in his mind as something to do.

Mad Hatter: B;TAS, yeah, he's a little silly and would do it with cuteness aggression, both platonic and romantic. Arkham: I don't know, I haven't gotten to that.

Killer Croc: 2004, yeah. He's mean and would totally do that, as long as he doesn't hurt you. Arkham: Yesn't. If there is such an overwhelming aggression, maybe, but he's scared to hurt his Darling, so he resists, hence why it's flippy floppy. B;TAS, yeah, he doesn't really care but he would stop if he hurt Darling.

Catwoman: 1992, she might if she's in her Catwoman transformation, but if she's Selina Kyle, she's calmer and puts up a facade so not as likely to bite. Arkham, probably not because it's not her style. Batwheels, no, I mean her cat might bite you but that's the risk with all Catwoman versions. B;TAS, no. She's a refined lady and steals to maintain money to save felines, she doesn't feel the need to bite her Darling in any way. Nolan Trilogy? No. Not her style, she's not crazy either, so there's no feralness in her to bite anyone.

Penguin: 2004, yeah but not often. If you upset him, then he'd probably bite you with his sharp teeth to get back at you, but he'd be really really sad about it afterwards. 1992, yes. He'd probably bite you if you're handing him food or anything, or if he's upset, not likely to apologize. Arkham: yeah. I mean not often, but if he's really really angry he might bite you. He'd be sorry afterwards but wouldn't go to the extreme to apologize. Batwheels, no, he wouldn't, he'd just squish you really really tightly in a hug instead. B;TAS, no, he thinks he's too refined for that, but would rather just squish your hand.

Two-Face: Nolan, no. Not something he would do. 1995, Yes. Absolutely. He's not waiting, he just feels the aggression and neither side wants to flip the coin, so they just bite you. Arkham: hmm, probably not, but he might if you bite him first. B;TAS, no. It's not something he wants to do, but he'd be willing if you bite him first.

Poison Ivy: No. She'd rather not, more favourable to just squish you in most versions, but if 2004 Ivy is near Darling's age, she's one of the few versions who might. 1997 wouldn't since she'd be way more likely to kill and hurt you.

Firefly: 2004, Yeah, he's a mean guy and wouldn't mind doing it. B;TAS, he might if he's upset, just a little tiny "nom".

Mr. Freeze: When can he bite you? In almost all versions, his face is completely covered in ice, like in B;TAS, Arkham, 2004, Batwheels, etc, he's mostly got his face covered due to needing it to live. Yes, 1997 is one where he technically doesn't, but he wouldn't anyway since he would cause actual heavy damage to you due to the freezing temperatures.

Bane: 2004, no unless he's not on venom, then he might just bite your cheeks in a babying way. Generally, If he's on venom then he's too scared to hurt you and wouldn't do it, even if you bite him first, but he will remember that for once he's off of venom. Arkham: No, since he's stuck in venom. B;TAS, not favorable, wouldn't do it unless you bit him and hurt him, then he would to get back at you. Nolan: No. He can't. He has no mouth to bite you due to the mask.

Bruce Wayne himself: 2004, maybe if he's feeling playful and you bite him too. B;TAS, no. Way too serious for that, would probably just hold you suffocatingly close so that he can smell you and remember that you're alive and okay, he's too traumatized and needs to make sure you're okay. 1989/1992, Again, like B;TAS, couldn't but he would hold you too. 1995, no, but he would let you bite him if you needed too. After Riddler, nothing's too weird. 1997, also no, but he wouldn't let you bite him. Nolan trilogy, no. If it was romantic then he would, but platonic? No, not at all. Batwheels, yes if Duke or Cassandra tells him it's an affectionate thing.

Sorry it's so long!

This is cool!

Thanks for the addition :)

[knullanon]

How would yandad Lex and Ra's feel and do if their daughter wanted a child? She's about the same ages as in your Vandal viersoin. Would they ,especially Lex, handel it differently? I feel Ra's could be a bit more accepting of that idea the both Lex and Vandal. I just goten that idea but I don't know why. I really liked how you write these characters and you really write my kind of yandere!

I think that Lex would say absolutely not. he doesn't want to take your attention away from what he believes to be important (aka, himself). he would definitely get jealous of the baby too. it takes up your time, it cries, and you have to watch it 24/7 otherwise it'll die. he would give you alternatives, like a pet, or a project, or he might even give you something to do, a new hobby or maybe a job. under his supervision, of course. but unlike savage, you will NOT be able to convince him.

Ra's definitely is more accepting of the idea, but he's more focused on why you want one. is it a lover? is it baby fever? is it someone trying to take you away from him? he might give in if it's an actual reason, or if you pester him enough about it, but otherwise he'll just assume it's a phase and move on. again, if you are actually serious, he might give in, but he's definitely not ecstatic about the idea.

[kiame-sama]

I noticed you posted a brief blurb about dc's Alfred pennyworth; would you be ok with writing for dc? I'm mostly interested in the batfam, superfam, and lex luthor.

Yes, I would be alright writing for DC, but I am also a mix between casual reader and avid fan depending on the character.

I could tell you 10 different joker backstories, but I couldn't tell you a thing about any of superman's villains other than a random fact about Darkseid involving Chris Kringle and maybe a fact or two about Lex Luthor.

I know most of the lantern pledges by heart- orange lantern usually makes me laugh- but I can't tell you much about Aquaman.

I love Ra's al Ghul and the bat-shittery that is the Lazarus Pit, still couldn't tell you a thing about Hawk-girl.

You're welcome to send in requests though. I am quite partial to the bat-fam (clearly) and I have had several yandere!redhood ideas in mind.