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batmanie · 14 hours

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showing off my Jonathan Crane design

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Thanks so much for answering! Do you draw OC's at all? If so, I'll happily commission you! Otherwise if not, I'd love a little Arkham Knight Riddler :)

ive drawn people's oc's before! that's actually the first commission ive done. my only hope is that i can do yours justice! here's an arkham riddler for now

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batmanie · 1 day

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practice makes perfect!

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batmanie · 5 days

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Rewatched The Batman recently

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batmanie · 5 days

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Toxic friendship - scriddler

Batman’s iron fist falls upon his head with little to no mercy. The powerful blow cracks the bone of his lower jaw and sends him to the ground. Edward hits the floor, spitting blood and fighting back the bitter tears of pain.

When he looks up to see his tormentor, it isn’t the Dark Knight – it’s his father, in the same old, hideous lumberjack shirt and worn-out jeans. The stench of alcohol and cigs hangs upon the man as he stares Edward down with a furious glare. And Edward is ten once more, curled on the carpet, small and insignificant like a stain on a tablecloth.

“Don’t you lie to me, you lil’ shit!” His father shouts, face red and twisted with rage. “I told ya to buy me a beer! Where’s my money? Answer me, you moron!”

Edward’s whole body shakes violently because he knows the money is gone, taken by that damn bully Curter, but his idiotic father will never believe that. He wants to explain, he tries to say something. No words come out of his throat. It feels like his lips are too numb to open, with shaky hands Edward touches his mouth just to find out that he has none.

In a jolt of panic he starts thrashing around, he is trying to scream but he can’t make a sound. Where his lips used to be, there is a thick layer of skin. He digs his fingernails into his face with a single, desperate thought on his terror-struck mind – to be able to speak again somehow.

His father’s face looms over him, just that it is not his father anymore.

It’s Crane, with his ugly burlap mask on his head and with a needle in his hand.

“What’s the matter?” Crane asks, and his tone of voice is mocking Edward in every possible way. “You’re so quiet today, my dear.” A long finger slides down Riddler’s cheek. “Don’t you like the things I do to you?”

Edwards wants to beg him for help, tell him to stop this horrible madness. He can’t – he is mute. And Crane doesn’t even seem to notice his distress, he leans in as if for a sweet-sweet goodnight kiss. Then, Edward sees it…

Crane has no eyes! He is just a dead husk with bony hands and empty eye sockets. Riddler’s beating heart freezes with dread. He can sense something even more terrible as he spots a movement beneath Scarecrow’s mask.

All of a sudden, white, slimy grave worms come out of eye-holes in Crane’s burlap mask. They crawl out of Jonathan’s dead, hollow body, it makes Edward’s stomachs flip upside down.

He feels too sick to look at this horror. He squeezes his eyelids shut but it’s good for nothing. Fear and disgust, sorrow and hurt – they won’t go away, they’re inside his brain.

Edward couldn’t see it, not in this phase of the hallucinations, but Jonathan was watching him closely the entire time. He was sitting on the edge of his ‘patient’s’ bed, listening to every breath, every mumbled word and every strangled scream – trying to memorize even the smallest detail.

With the dedication of a true scientist, he studied Edward’s muscles as they tensed and trembled in waves of stress. He observed Riddler’s eye movements with sheer fascination, and at the same time he was taking his pulse to control the whole process.

It was only a small dosage of toxin but Jonathan wanted to be rather safe than sorry. After all, his precious volunteer was such a fragile thing beneath that self-confidence, intellect and bravado.

At first, he intended to only watch the show, to feed his hungry eyes with the delicious display of fear. However, when he had heard Edward apologizing to his long-dead father, Scarecrow felt for the first time in a long time that this session could turn into something more.

It was unprofessional of him perhaps, to lean toward the patient, to caress his cheek and wipe away the tears. But Jonathan did exactly that and he regretted nothing. He loved seeing Edward so broken and weak. He cherished the despair in his blueish eyes. Knowing that this proud and selfish man was so completely at his mercy – this thought alone sent pleasant shivers down Scarecrow’s spine. It made him feel alive.

Then, Edward called his name, he cried for Jon to help him. His hoarse voice and pitiful pleading were the only encouragements Crane needed. He played a role in Riddler’s little bad dream – that was flattery above all. Acting on an impulse, he leaned in even closer, his burlap mask just an inch away from Edward’s petrified face.

The man on the bed shut his eyes tight, a frightened gasp escaping his lips. And Scarecrow couldn’t help it, he found it too alluring. He let his eager hand travel Edward’s shaking body in an unexpected need for physical contact.

“Don’t be afraid,” he whispered into his patient’s ear, his words heavy with some dark desires, “be terrified, my dear. Enjoy your pretty nightmares.”

He let his body rest next to Edward’s, allowing himself to play with Riddler’s hair. His gaze wandered aimlessly through the little bedroom until an object on the nightstand caught his interest. The orange glow inside the syringe seemed to be calling for him with its fearsome glory. It was all too tempting to increase the dosage. He knew he shouldn’t… But perhaps…

“Perhaps we should have some more fun tonight?”

#reblog

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batmanie · 6 days

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pretty sure this is how he sat on that desk in S04E15..

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batmanie · 6 days

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He is the worst... I love him >:(🖤🤍

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batmanie · 6 days

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Ok. *Puts them in a corny, 90s anime romance scene in which Bruce helps Harvey come down from a rough dissociation/derealization episode by using sensory grounding.*

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