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makethatelevenrings · 1 year

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On the Edge // B. Wayne x f!reader

Requested? Yes!

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MDNI go read Percy Jackson pls not this, sex toys, dildo, vaginal penetration, masturbation, dom/sub relationship, denied orgasm, camera sex

Summary: Bruce has been at the Watchtower for a few days now and you’re frustrated. Things ensue.

“I miss you.”

Your confession was met with a laugh suffused with warmth. A grin crept up onto your lips as the grainy video grew and glitched until it smoothed out into the handsome face of your husband. Bruce looked positively exhausted, bags clinging to his blue eyes, but he kept a straight face. He always refused to show any sign of fatigue, but he also knew better than to hide himself from you.

“You look like shit,” you commented lightly. His lips lifted into a small smile at that and he planted his forearms on the small wooden table that you knew was tucked into the corner of his quarters on the Watchtower. His cowl hung behind his head, but the rest of the suit was still on. He must have left a meeting and come straight here for your daily call.

“You’ve always had such a way with words,” he grunted, but there was no heat behind his words. “How was patrol last night?”

“Good ,” you reported. The stack of reports next to you all said the same thing. Easy night, minimal injuries, and a few low level criminals locked away. No Arkham breakouts and there was nothing from your contacts about major players making moves. You weren’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth here.

You leaned forward and the collar of Bruce’s button down that covered your torso slipped down just a bit. His eyes immediately locked onto the skin exposed on his screen and his tongue darted out to wet his lips. Good, your plan was working.

He’d been gone a week now and you missed him terribly. The bed was cold at night and you hated running patrol from the cave, not feeling confident that you could pull one of your kid’s out of danger the way he could. Bruce was solid and secure.

And he also was the image of many night time fantasies that led to your hand sliding under the band of your underwear and touching yourself. But he had made himself very clear before he left:

You can touch yourself all you want, but you weren’t allowed to come.

The worst part was that you had no timeframe for when he was coming home. You had no idea when relief would come and instead found yourself pulling your hand away from your soaked pussy before you reached that high. Bruce did so much for you and Gotham and the world that the least he deserved was his desired sight of seeing you come apart.

That didn’t mean you wouldn’t be a little shit about it.

“You’re going to have to try harder than that, darling,” he purred. You batted your lashes and grinned.

“Well, if the world’s greatest detective didn’t see that one coming, I would have been concerned.”

His piercing blue eyes studied you from the other side of the screen before he leaned back in his seat and waved his hand. “Legs up on the desk. Spread them.”

Your breath caught in your throat. He wouldn’t…oh, but he would. There wasn’t a more secure line in the world than this single video call. Bruce would never risk anyone overhearing the two of you discuss the family, the Bat, or the Justice League.

And he certainly wouldn’t risk someone overhearing this.

You complied with his order, but you made sure to take your time. Other than his button down, you wore nothing else except a pair of heels that he had commented on once about how nice they made your ass look. With one heel on his desk, you slowly raised your other leg and planted it on the solid mahogany of his desk. Spreading your legs, your glistening cunt was revealed to the camera and Bruce let out a low, throaty groan as he ran a hand over his face.

“God, I wish I was there to taste you,” he murmured. “Look at how pretty you are.”

Heat rose to your cheeks and you almost turned away from him. A diamond ring sat on your finger, marking his claim on you, and had been sitting there for a few years now but he still made you feel like a bashful idiot. Bruce leaned closer to the camera and hummed.

“Wet already,” he commented. “Touch yourself.”

Your hand moved without another thought and you slid the pad of your middle finger over the nub at the top of your cunt. A hiss of air escaped through your clenched teeth as you touched your aching clit. It had been played with for days now with little relief. Your pussy fluttered at the thought of finally getting to come apart. Maybe Bruce would allow you this opportunity.

“Good. Now, slide one finger in there. That’s a good girl.” His voice lowered and neared the gruff register of the Bat as you slid your pointer finger into your weeping cunt and sighed.

“Doesn’t feel as good as you do, sir,” you whined.

“Oh, really? You need a cock inside of you to satisfy you?” You squirmed at his words, your cunt tightening around your finger as if it recognized the lack of a thick, curved dick filling it. Bruce chuckled at your neediness.

“You know where the toys are, darling. Go get yourself a few things and then come right back.”

You were up and out of the seat in a second. A wooden chest tucked deep in your shared closet held a collection that the two of you had amassed over your relationship. You grabbed a thick, silicone dildo that was similar in thickness and length to Bruce’s. Hurrying back, you returned to the seat and spread your legs up on the desk once more while displaying your find to the camera.

“Good girl. You’re going to be good for me, right? You’re not going to come until I say so.”

“Yes, sir.” He was always a good dom. Bruce needed this control and you were glad to give it over to him. Bruce could be intense, but he never pushed your farther than you could take. So you knew whatever he had planned right now had to be good.

“Is there lube on the toy?”

You quickly added some waterproof lube to the tip of the dildo and held it up for him to see. He nodded approvingly and a tiny thrill shot through your chest.

“Now take that cock and press it against yourself. Keep your eyes on me, darling. I want to see you like this.”

His words lit your nerves on fire as you followed his order. Bruce was sitting up straight in his chair and all of his attention was focused on you. Hell, if he was Clark, the laptop would probably be destroyed from heat vision based on how intently Bruce watched you.

“Fuck yourself with it, darling. Ten strokes.” He counted you through the strokes and you moaned, your head falling back against the leather chair as the dildo filled you up and scraped against your walls.

“Stop!” You immediately stilled your hand and whined at the injustice of it all. Bruce sat there with a grin and you knew at that moment, you were screwed.

“Did that feel good, baby?”

You cracked one eye open and sent a halfhearted glare towards the camera. You ignored his chuckle as you shifted slightly and the dildo shifted inside of you. Bruce settled back in his chair.

“Again. Ten, nine, eight…”

He made you do this four times before you were a panting, writhing mess. Pleads of mercy fell from your tongue as you looked upon your savior. Bruce’s gaze was hungry, flames burning in his icy stare.

“Please, sir,” you whimpered. “Please, let me come.”

Your legs were shaking from stimulated nerves and frustration and tears leaked out of the corner of your eyes. You were seconds away from sobbing solely because you were so damn horny, you couldn’t think.

“Take the toy out,” he ordered.

With a trembling hand, you pulled out the dildo and hissed as it brushed against your sensitive walls. Its silicone body was drenched in lube and your slick wetness and you knew your next plan of action.

Raising the dildo to your lips, you winked at the camera and pressed a kiss to the tip.

Bruce stood up from his seat, his cape flaring out behind him as he moved, and planted both hands on the table his computer rested on.

“I’m going straight to the Zeta tube and will be home in five minutes. If you aren’t on your knees and begging for my cock the second I walk into that bedroom, you won’t come for the next week. Am I understood?”

“Yes, sir.” With a triumphant smirk, you ended the call and stood on your shaky legs. You would take the next few minutes to rest before you got into position. You had a feeling that you would get plenty of rest after he fucked you to sleep.

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froot-batty · 1 month

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Part 3

Remember how I said Alexis eventually quits being Punchline? This is how it happens!

Her wanting to quit is a buildup of a lot of thoughts and feelings over a long amount of time. She's treated terribly by the Joker and Harley Quinn, has been thrown in Arkham countless times, and the only people who are nice to her are either still more loyal to her mother or is the person throwing her in Arkham

One night, when Joker, Harley, and Punch were all rigging a toy factory with explosives, J&H made the decision to set off the bombs early without informing Punchline. As such, they were far closer to the exit than she was when they went off. Alex was hit by a stray fragment of a wooden beam during the blast, and by the time she was able to force herself to her feet, the fire caused by the explosion was raging around her

The only thing she could see through the flames was the dark shape of the Batman

But, instead of whisking her off to Arkham like she'd expected, he offered to take her somewhere safe and secure where she could recover. Where she could think of her path forward. After being left to die, it wasn't fair for her to be left to rot in Arkham again

So Batman took her to the Batcave. He has a secure medical bay with no access to the rest of the cave (unless you know the way in), so she could be left there to hide out while she grappled with her Punchline identity (and with the hole in her stomach)

Because Alexis didn't want to be Punchline anymore. In fact, she hated her mother and Harley Quinn, and wanted nothing in the world more than to kill them like they'd tried to do to her. But she had no idea who she was if she wasn't in her mother's shadow, doing what the Joker wanted when she wanted it. She had no idea what to do with all of her anger

Bruce, luckily, is very well-versed into dealing with that. And since Alexis already had the experience of being a supervillain, he had little qualms with redirecting her anger and desire for justice into vigilantism. If it kept her from going out and killing people, and helped him out in the process, then no harm done, right?

...Except it didn't work out. Though they had no problem training and even getting closer with one another (enough so that Batman would eventually reveal his identity), Alexis had enough of living in someone else's shadow; being what they wanted her to be. And she didn't want to be a hero. She had her own idea of dealing with crime - or even people that just needed to die

Alexis would eventually settle into a life of doing jobs for money, cause a girl's still got to be paid. She tends to only take ones that directly harm established criminals or terrible people in general (abusers, CEOs, and the like), but on occasion, when it suits her, she'll help Bruce out or go and capture one of the Rogues herself

And she does it all smugly calling herself the Red Hood, her mother's old moniker, from the beginning of her criminal career

#surpriiiissse shawwwtyy #also! for timeline reference cause i know i started this one after spoiler's! punchline becomes red hood before spoiler is ever a thing #frootverse #alexis kaye #the red hood #bruce wayne #batman #batfamily #my art

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bats-and-birds-24 · 21 days

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Summary: This is a one shot for the marked AU. A (fairly common) bad day in the life of one (1) Jason Todd.

Tags: 3rd person pov, Angst, Hurt-comfort, Angst with a happy ending

First time writing so please give critique.

Jason's bad day:

The day wasn't anything special.

It wasn't his deathday, there hadn't been any Arkham breakouts, there hadn't even been any fights with the batfamily.

Things were, dare he say it, peaceful.

That wasn't a good thing, especially in Gotham.

Peace in Gotham was uneasy. It was eyes darting over to sneak glances at someone in bright colors. It was eyebrows furrowed in worry when turning on the news. It was commissioner Gordon looking over reports, trying to catch a whiff of what was to come.

Maybe that's why Jason felt like shit.

He remembered Harley telling him that feelings weren't always rational. Some days just sucked.

Jason had a tough time accepting her advice. The bat programming in him balked at the thought of something not being rational.

On the one hand, she kept hyenas as pets and was dating an eco terrorist. (Who's at the very least better than her ex, who was the Joker.)

On the other hand, she was a licensed psychiatrist who had worked for Arkham, which had surprisingly high standards for doctors. (Not that it did much. Some people were better off dead, like the Joker, like him.)

The spot between his shoulder blades itched.

Jason remembers dying.

Of course he did. It was why he was the way he was.

A couple whacks from the Joker and he up and died.

Dick would've been too nimble to have gotten caught, Tim would never even have been there in the first place.

Bruce had been right to replace him. He was a fuck-up, a failure. He was never good enough to have been Robin in the first place.

Fuck, that was the pit talking again.

Jason steadied his breathing. He glanced over at the pile of papers on his desk, the case he'd been working on. A couple cyber attacks targeting the power grid supplying electricity to Crime Alley.

For some reason he kept ending up in dead ends. It frustrated the shit out of him.

It was his territory, his responsibility.

Fuck it, he'll give the case to Tim tomorrow, he was better at cyber security anyways.

Jason scratched his mark, the reason behind his terrible life.

Had it ever been his life? Gotham had claimed it as hers long before he ever even had a say.

Sometimes, that was just how Gotham was.

All he could do was take a deep breath and keep moving forward.

He looked outside, the fog had given way to drizzle.

It was typical Gotham.

The weight in his chest lifted. Just a bit. Just enough.

Jason decided to get up, and make himself a cup of tea.

#batfamily #batsiblings #batfam #jason todd #red hood #tim drake #red robin #dick grayson #nightwing #dc robin #bruce wayne #batman #bat kids #batboys #Marked AU #fanfic #fanfiction

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spongek-squidge · 4 months

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Ok ok I hear the fandom saying that Arkham has terrible locks and security and the prioners escape because the Arkham staff don’t know what locks are

*but*

Imagine Arkham *is* the most well secured prison/mental hospital on the entire planet, maybe even the solar system. Imagine the reason the Arkham patients escape is because they are genuinely that ingenious and talented despite their various mental health conditions and insanity ratings.

A big Arkham breakout? Harley and Eddie were allowed too close to eachother and made an escape plan the same day and let the others out becuase it makes things more fun.

Joker escaped? No one helped him, he’s just so unpredictable and manipulative that he’ll get out of anywhere he’s kept eventually

To me the Arkham prisoners/patients are genuine threats to the entire planet and solar system, the greatest geniuses on earth turned mad by their own intelligence and backgrounds. The only thing keeping the universe safe is Batman, his kids and Gordon playing along with their games

#Batman #riddler #Arkham asylum #dc #dc movie

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stupid-sloot-headcanons · 7 months

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Which Arkham Knight rogues would be good parents ?

WOOF, ok this list might be kinda short lmao.

First off, Mr. Freeze. He and Nora would be loving parents, though Freeze's obsessive love and desire to protect would extend to his kid as well as Nora. Sometimes a family is a baby, a recently defrosted wife, and a blue man that will fucking kill anyone who threatens his family's happiness. Bonus angst: he hates that even if he's safer in the suit, he can't properly hold his child. So he constantly exits the suit and takes a double dose of the liquid he takes to minimize pain just so he can touch them. The feeling that his body is on fire is worth it if it means he can hold them. His one regret is that because he's so cold, his touch can startle or even scare his baby if he uses his bare hands. So he makes his pain worse by wearing mittens and padding to keep them comfortable.

Ivy in the comics has taken in children in the past, and I think she would be a good mother. She would instill a respect for nature into her child and I think she would worry about her child's well being. They would come from her and thus be a plant hybrid, and that connection to the Green has admittedly driven her to insanity. The earth is a beautiful system of roots, mycelium, spores, but her child would have to hear the constant screaming and despair of every plant under threat and being choked by man. She would try her best to help them cope and she'd have more empathy for her child than anyone else on the planet because of that.

Jason if he counts would be a good dad, albeit very protective. He won't kill anyone unless they're a genuine threat to his family, but he'll coerce, manipulate, and threaten whoever he needs to keep them happy and safe. Like if a particular kid kept hurting his child at daycare and the staff weren't doing anything to stop it, he'll have his own personal "parent conference" to convince Mom and Dad to curb this behavior. And he'll also dangle the head staff member off a rooftop and have them be more mindful of his kid's needs.

Harvey might be a good dad, but Two-Face wouldn't. His instability would definitely startle and scare his kid who can't really understand why daddy talks/acts/is two people, and why he has to use a coin for everything. He'd embody both sides of parenthood. Harvey is the nurturing, caring, loving side who genuinely wants to do right by his child; Two Face is the fierce protector who will kill, torture, and destroy anything and anyone he views as a threat to his kid and their happiness. Ie. Harvey would comfort his kid if they were being bullied, Two Face would fucking torture the family of the bully and threaten students/teachers into treating his kid nicely at school.

Penguin is also like that but is ostensibly a bit more chill and spoils his kid a LOT more. His dad shipped him away to boarding school but he doesn't want to do that to his kid. He'd only do that if he needed his kid sent somewhere far away from a direct threat to their life, and even then he is constantly sending them letters, calling them/video chatting, giving them gifts, etc. That kid is gonna have a gold encrusted spoon in their mouth and a dad who constantly shows off his "cute lil' baby bird" to everyone.

Deathstroke is canonically a terrible father BUT maybe for the right Darling he'd try to keep a distant but loving relationship encrypted by several layers of security. He's got too many people who'd butcher his baby as revenge to risk being too close, but maybe he'd try his best for Kid Number Four.

#.arkhamverse #.arkham knight

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arty-shadow-morningstar · 2 years

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Who made me a Villain (1)

[Masterlist]

(here) (Part 2)

So the biodad! Joker AU that you all waited for.

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“The patient is secured. Proceed with the transfer.”

The van rolled away from the airport and headed towards one of the most infamous mental institution in the world. Arkham Asylum. Mainly known for treating various Rouges of Gotham who had been ‘admitted’ there by the Batman and his flock of birds. A few of them rehabilitated and were doing less crimes, like Poison Ivy or Harley Quinn. Others like the Joker were kept because they were a threat to Gotham. Only time will tell which category the newest patient will fall into.

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“The universe is definitely laughing at me,” the patient currently in the van thought. Why else would it go through all the efforts to make her be the butt of the biggest joke in existence?

She had followed all the rules, did all the things expected of her and yet, it was never enough. She had stayed in that mold, the sweet, kind and caring girl, first shaped by the people she once believed to be her parents. Then, the ‘nice’ teacher who claimed to be on her side and never stepped in between her and the mean blonde girl, not even once. The people she once thought she could finally called friends before they all tossed her to the curb for the next shiny thing.

The responsibility, that was thrust onto her shoulders because of one man with shitty coping mechanism and terrible critical thinking skills. The beings she swore to protect who were ripped away because a group of people with twisted morals and believed themselves to be the higher power deemed her unfit.

Anyone who listened to her life story can tell that it was shit but no one ever bothered to listen to the full story.

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And the story at least had a happy beginning.

A happy couple decided to adopt a sweet baby into their family as they were unable to have children. The baby grew up to a pretty young girl who remain friendless despite all of her efforts, due to the influence of a spoiled, rich brat and an enabling teacher. She faced all of these hardships on with a smile.

Then, it happened. We all know this part by now.

A man who was filled with grief over losing his wife and willing to destroy an entire city to get her back.

A pair of earrings and a ring were given out.

The stone monster who was the first victim in a long line of victims of the magical terrorist, Hawkmoth, who will plague Paris for years to come.

Two heroes, one red and one black.

Dark butterflies and a promise of protection.

The boy with green eyes and a ring holding out an umbrella.

The girl had gained the earrings with a great responsibility, a best friend and a crush.

She was ready to face everything with a bright smile.

Everything appeared great until it wasn’t.

It had been a year and they weren’t any closer to defeating the villain. Trouble soon walked into her civilian life in the form of green eyes and silver tongue.

False promises and tall-tales were fed to eager ears.

The girl had made another enemy and for the boy she devoted her heart to, she kept her promise and remained silent of the liar’s lies.

The girl thought that she can handle anything that came her way and continued to smile, not knowing how wrong she was.

The spoiled brat, unhappy with not being given great power she thought was destined for her. So she betrayed them all. A hard battle was fought and the side of the heroes suffer losses. Their allies were revealed and put in danger from the madman. The box, filled with magic, was passed onto the girl, a new burden that made her shoulders heavier than ever.

As a hero, the villain had became stronger with the knowledge that fell into his hand. Her partner was becoming more and more unreliable in battles and began to aggressively pursued her.

As a civilian, the green-eyed fox was slowly but surely making good on her promise, tearing apart her friendship with the class. The spoilt brat made her life even harder than before. Her parents were starting to lose their patience with her and punished her for every offence her classmates claimed that she did.

The girl held back her tears and put on a fake smile to convinced the world that everything was fine and she can handle whatever it throws at her. However, the world appears to be cracking and it was getting harder to believe that there is good in the world.

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The beginning of the end started with the end of Hawkmoth.

She had taken the ring from the boy whom she had once loved and cried for days afterwards. To make up for the lack of a partner, she gave the dragon and the snake to the only two people outside the class who she still trusted. A fencer who was her former rival and now closest friend and a musician who stuck by her side through her highs and lows.

Her friendship with the class was now destroyed and the position of class president stripped from her. It hurt but she now has the time to pursue the copy of the girmoire and hone her abilities with the knowledge of magic hidden inside.

The three faced Hawkmoth in a final battle in the Agreste Mansion. After they had gotten the brooch of Gabriel Agreste and upon learning about the faith of his wife, she offered to wake the woman up in exchange for the peacock Miraculous and the girmoire.

The burden was lifted and peace settled on the city once more.

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While the trio were great heroes and friends she could fully trust and rely on, they had their own budding careers that require them to leave Paris. With a sorrowful heart, she bid both of them goodbye with a necklace and a bracelet in her purse.

One day, while filled with loneliness and seeking a place where she doesn’t have to see the disappointment from her family, she came across a magician in trouble so she used her miraculous magic to save him. When the magician realised that the girl who had saved him was the former heroine Ladybug and still very much a child, he offered to teach the girl everything he know in magic to better protect herself and the Miraculous.

His name was Giovanni Zatara.

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Months passed, the girl was thriving from the magic lessons from the one positive adult figure in her life. She looked forward to it and Zatara never had a more enthusiastic student. It made her life much more bearable. However, when the world fell into crisis for the upteemth, Zatara had to take his leave from Paris to answer the call of duty but promised to return.

It was something for her to hold onto as her classmates hurled daggers of hurtful words at her.

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Honestly, the days before the incident that caused her to end up in Gotham was a blur. But she clearly remembered the day she lost her closest companions. She had returned to her now barren room and there were a few robed people thrashing it.

She recognised the symbol of the Order and demanded to know why they were there. A few who had remained hidden, ambushed from behind and held her in place as they finally found the Miracle Box. They branded her as thief and demanded her to hand over the Miracle Box. She pleaded with them that she wasn’t a thief and she had the title of Guardian given by Wang Fu.

Upon hearing the name, they told her that Fu was not an actual Guardian and that he had played her. He had stolen the Miraclue Box and created Feast to cover it up. The moment he realised the temple was back, he had given it up and pretended to have lost his memories so she will be his scapegoat. Some of the monks felt pity when they saw the girl’s horrified expression. They stopped their comrades from giving out the original punishment of death, pointing out that the girl didn’t know about Fu’s deception and her reaction was too genuine to be faked.

The kwamis at that point managed to get out of the box and they explained to the Order about Hawkmoth and how the girl had basically carried out their job and protected them.

So as a small mercy, they simply erased her memories. Her parents found her passed out when she didn’t come down from dinner. She woke up in the hosipital with amnesia and no recollection of the past few years. Doctors thinks that the emotional trauma from the entire Hawkmoth thing caused her brain to repress those memories. A few remarked that it was a blessing. (Many were bitter that she was able to easily forgot the hardships they all endured.)

—---

She vaguely remember her classmates for the first time in months asking her politely to bring around some pastries to a party they were throwing. She should have seen that as a sign but she was caught up in her successful haul that got her a rare magic book that was the real deal the other day.

(After she lost the passion she once had for designing after Gabriel Agreste turned out to be Hawkmoth, she now prowled antique shops and flea markets for magic artifacts instead of fabrics and old clothing. She was making many connections with the magic community in Paris who all know that she used to be Ladybug.)

She had showed up at the party with their order, not intending to stick around. But they insisted for her to stay. Alarm bells rang in her head. Her magical instincts were telling her to get the hell out before something bad happened.

Before she knew it, arms held her in place as her classmates beat her up and hurled insults at her. Adrien simply watched as Lila clinged onto his arm with a lowered head.

{None of them saw her grin with malicious glee.}

Marinette cried for help.

{But she didn’t know that Chloe had used her power to clear the park so no one would witness the beat down.}

As she laid on the ground, bloody and aching all over, Lila opened her mouth. Marinette didn’t know what the other girl said but through her magic, she finally with a sense of horror, realised how Lila was able to influence her classmates so easily. A sinister orange aura surrounds the brunette and strings, many of them, were tightly wrapped around each and everyone of them. The Miraculous had protected her and Adrien but after she took away Adrien’s ring, he had also fallen in line easily. The only reason she was still unaffected was because of her protection charms.

Her friends seemed to nod along to whatever Lila suggested and Marinette’s world went black.

—-----

When she opened her eyes, her ears were filled with the sound of sirens and she found herself in the back of a police cruiser.

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The days after were filled with many people asking her for the truth of that ‘day’. But the truth was buried underneath her classmates’ various testimonies which all, of course, contradicts her. The only people she trusted to give the true description of her as a character witness were all out of the country or unreachable.

When Chloe visited her in her cell to gloat and demean her, wrapped in Lila’s sickenly orange strings, she knew that the entire court, from judge to jury would rule against her as they all would be in the Mayor’s pocket. Her parents also came by, orange strings around their necks, to tell her that they won’t even hire lawyers for her trial on her behalf and to her heartbreak, gave her the truth of her birth.

She was not their biological daughter. She was adopted simply because she looked like their actual daughter who had died a few months before they came across her.

—----

Someone had decided to run her DNA against the criminal database and it showed that she was related to Jack Napier aka the Joker. They did a ‘psych evaluation’

(The psychiatrist who was supposed to evaluate her reeked of alcohol and was grinning like a loon. It was simple to hynotise him and find out that he was bribed to write her down as insane despite how the actual evaluation went.)

She could have used magic to get out of it but she was tired. She was tired of everything. She was tired of the glares and insults. She was tired of overthinking everything so nothing can be used against her. She was tired of looking over her shoulder everyday and being wary of when her classmates would descend on her like a pack of dogs, thinking themselves as righteous angels of justice. She was tired of the many secrets she held.

As she looked at the happy Agreste family, she was tired of her dreams to achieve that perfectly normal life. Because she was never born normal to start with.

As the trial concluded with her sentence to be deported out of Paris to Arkham Asylum in Gotham.

Paris, the city she once loved and protected hated her.

Good, because she hated it too.

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As the van rolled up the hill to her new home, Marinette Dupain-Cheng died.

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(Part 2)

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#biodad joker #maribat #ml x dc #mlb x dc #class salt #lila salt #adrien salt #tw swearing #i know nothing of how French law enforcement works #imagination has no limits

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riddle-me-ri · 2 years

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BTAS, Arkham, ZY Riddler S/O has trust issues and doesn't really do flavors for rogue unless he can give something back. When they're more serious he finds out it's because she gave her ex a kidney since he was sick and he still cheated on her later.

I'm actually not making this up, some girl shared her story on TikTok and everyone was asking if she can get refund.

A/N: Oh no, I know you’re not making it up, lol. I’ve seen that EXACT TikTok, it’s so fckin’ terrible that happened. I was just thinking it as I read your rq and then you confirmed it, when I was like “isn’t that a tiktok?” I don’t blame her if she developed trust issues after that. I have trust issues when my ex admitted he didn’t actually mean it when he said he “loved me” the last four months of our relationship…no one out here is safe! Also I wrote these as headcanons cause they sorta came to my head as headcanons…I hope that’s okay. The ideas just seem sorta cut short to be turned into drabbles, but if it reads awkward I can change it…

Trigger Warnings: none really, other than some sleaziness on Zero Year Riddler, but that should be the norm by now

Riddlers x F!Reader - Trust Issues

Batman The Animated Series Riddler:

Eddie was content with how things worked in your relationship. You helped him when he needed gear for his contraptions or needed an upgrade in the latest technology, and he rightfully compensated you for it. Whether that was with money or information from highly secured corporations.

Suffice it to say, the Riddler wasn’t expecting to catch feelings for you, but he was very impressed with your vast knowledge. You were like him and had a sponge for a brain and you wanted to know more. Plus you were pretty good at his riddles.

He was taken aback by your hesitant response, but was happy you accepted his invitation to develop a more intimate relationship. However, even with this new development you were insistent that his services come with a price.

“If I fix this for you, Ed what do I get out of it?” You asked examining a busted trap mechanism in one of his false toys.

Edward blinked in confusion. Romantic relationships were new to him, but he was fairly certain people that cared for each other did things for one another because…they cared.

“My dear, I…I must say I-I don’t know…I thought you could do it to help me…because you care about me? Am I wrong in that assumption?”

You sighed exhaustedly. You really didn’t want to bring it up, but it was only fair. Edward was so patient and kind to you. Thoughtful, gentle, and leagues smarter than your ex.

“I-I’m sorry Eddie…um…I-I just..it’s hard for me to do a favor and not make sure I get something in return, because I gave something to someone I loved and I can never get it back..”

Edward’s eyes furrowed in concern. “May I ask…what favor did you provide them?” His eyes practically widened into tea saucers when you told him you gave your ex one of your kidneys so they could have life changing surgery, only for them to cheat on you not long after they recovered.

Ed lifted your chin so you could look him in his green eyes. With a single finger he wiped away the small droplets of tears that fell from your eyes.

“My darling, Y/N…my sweet, intelligent, brilliant, Y/N…I-I would never, ever take advantage of you, your skill, your heart, and…y-your organs.” He smiled sheepishly. You couldn’t help but giggle.

“I know there’s nothing I can do to get your kidney back, but I can promise you. I will never take you for granted. And I’ll protect you and your heart from anyone that tries to use you.”

Arkhamverse Riddler:

Needless to say you both have trust issues.

After his falling out with Catwoman, it was hard for him to trust another thief, but he would be a fool not to utilize one. He may be a genius but he was aware that subtlety and sneakiness weren’t his forte.

Therefore he enlisted you to help him. You got whatever materials, valuables, information he wanted and he paid you tenfold than what you would make from other rogues. “As ever generous as I am brilliant, you should thank me, most would kill to get to work for me!”

Yeah right, like you’d do something for someone just for posterity sake. Even when the two of you got closer. Despite his protests, you checked on him occasionally even if there wasn’t a job for you.

You meddled in his projects and assisted him, not that he’d ever outright gratify your support and presence…deep down he did begin to appreciate you. He looked forward to seeing your face and hearing your voice. It kept what little sanity he had left grounded to something tangible.

Because of this, he has made attempts to open up as did you. However neither of you did something for the other, not without certainty there was compensation for it.

“I don’t see why I have to do something in return? Ha! I thought you actually cared about me…” Edward tried not to sound defeated at that last statement, but he failed.

“Because last time I did something for someone I cared about I had something taken I can’t get back!” You snapped.

“Oh, please. I was foolish to trust an ally like Catwoman and she stole every penny to my name and destroyed everything I worked and slaved over!”

“I gave my kidney to my terminally ill partner and they cheated on me!” You almost screeched, hot tears dripping down your face.

Edward dropped the screwdriver he was using on a circuit board. He turned back around on his workstool to look at you.

“I-I…uh…wasn’t expecting that..” He cringed.

“Yeah, well…neither did I..” You crossed your arms, but not before wiping your nose and eyes with your sleeves.

Edward gulped. He didn’t know much about romantic partnerships but…he knew enough to know he screwed up. He just had no idea how to fix it. He took off his gloves and his goggles and made his way towards you.

“I-I…I’m not sure what to say, but…I can assure you I would never ask for anything more than you’re willing to do. I would never ask you to give up..an organ…besides my brain is already finely tuned to the skeleton, muscle, and intestinal structures of my body.”

You quirked your eyebrow at him. He shrugged with a tight smile. You couldn’t help but chuckle, that’s as best of a reassurance you were going to get out of him. Even for an egomaniac like him, that wasn’t so bad, you could believe his word.

Zero Year/Capullo Riddler:

Okay so, like, you shouldn’t trust this man. Like period.

I mean, you kinda can because he’s blunt and honest, he won’t lie to you for the most part. Unless he's manipulating you, but that's beside the point...

You were the cute new rogue on the block. You were revered in the underworld for your vast hacking capabilities. Anything and anyone from Wayne Enterprises, Daily Planet, Lex Corps. You were impressive.

Of course any person with that skill wouldn’t sell their expertise for free. Ed was willing to compensate you for your services and the information you gathered for him. However, it didn’t take long for him to take a more carnal interest in you.

You weren’t budging on the proposition. “No thanks, Nygma.”

“Aw, c’mon, don’t be like that…I’ll make it worth your while!”

“Somehow I don’t believe that, what exactly do I get out of this…arrangement?”

Edward looked at you rather puzzled. A quirk to his brow and a sly grin, his hands went down to his waist and he dragged them up to his chest. He repeated this motion, gesturing that he was the great prize to be hold.

You blinked uninterested, but not before you muttered. “Right, I’ve already given a kidney to an asshole that cheated on me, like I’m gonna give you my body…”

“I’ll have you know…wait what?”

“Yeah, my last…intimate relationship, I gave them my kidney so they could have life altering surgery. They cheated on me not long after they recovered.” Your eyes darted between your computer screen and your feet. Not sure what moved you to indulge Edward to such personal information.

“Damn, um, look…I-I like you, anything we do between you and I, I intend to make it mutually beneficial for both of us.”

“So you respect my decision to decline? Since you like me?”

“Sure, doll, you should know by now there’s nothing I love more than a puzzle.” He winked and you proceeded to cringe, but not without smiling fondly.

#riddler x reader #edward nygma x reader #batman the animated series riddler x reader #batman the animated series edward nygma x reader #btas riddler x reader #btas edward nygma x reader #arkhamverse riddler x reader #arkhamverse edward nygma x reader #zero year riddler x reader #zero year edward nygma x reader #capullo riddler x reader #capullo edward nygma x reader #headcanons #ri writes

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twistedtummies2 · 4 months

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Year of the Bat - Number 26

Welcome to Year of the Bat! In honor of Kevin Conroy, Arleen Sorkin, and Richard Moll, I’m counting down my Top 31 Favorite Episodes of “Batman: The Animated Series” throughout this January. TODAY’S EPISODE QUOTE: “They’ll never slip past me again.” Number 26 is…Lock-Up.

While many of the great villains who appeared in “Batman: The Animated Series” – and, indeed, throughout the DCAU in general – were taken from the comics, there were quite a few baddies that were original to this universe. Some of these villains became so popular, they later were adopted into the comics themselves. Harley Quinn is, by far, the most well-known example of this, but she’s far from the only one: case in point, Lyle Bolton, a.k.a. Lock-Up. In his titular episode, Bolton is introduced as a recent new Chief of Security at Arkham Asylum. He gets his job done well: breakouts and other disasters in this home of the criminally insane have become increasingly rare. HOWEVER, after apprehending a recently-escaped Scarecrow one night, Batman & Robin soon realize that Bolton’s success is coming at a dangerous cost. At an inquest into his time as head of security, the inmates are at first too scared of confessing their fears…but finally, when Bruce Wayne suggests perhaps Bolton should stay on the staff for a while longer, they break their silence. It’s revealed that Bolton violently abuses the inmates, even threatens their very lives, whether they’ve done anything wrong or not. Enraged, Bolton tries to attack those who have singled him out…but is restrained and kicked out of Arkham, terminated immediately. Before leaving, Bolton makes a point that, before his arrival, Arkham was a revolving door for many of the worst people Gotham City has to offer. His methods, brutal and wicked as they might have been, kept the rest of the city safe. Upon being fired, Bolton decides to seek revenge on the ones he believes are TRULY responsible for all the chaos he’s tried to keep contained: “the gutless police, mindless bureaucrats, and coddling doctors.” He thus becomes the supervillain Lock-Up, hoping to bring his own brand of justice to Gotham City. Lock-Up is a great villain – and his episode a great story – because it taps into a fundamental question about superheroes, one which has been brought up many times, perhaps ESPECIALLY in the world of Batman: how far can one really bend or even break the law before they step over the line from hero to villain? Bolton is not someone who seeks power or money, but rather sees what he does as something that SHOULD be done: in his mind, he’s just helping to keep Gotham safe. Batman, of course, will take extreme measures (not AS extreme, but still beyond the norm) towards the same basic goal, and can be quite violent on his own terms. The difference, however, is that Bruce recognizes the value of human life: even when people are terrible, horrible people, they are still human beings, and considering the ones Bolton targets are also people who are mentally deranged, and are supposed to be on a path to rehabilitation rather than simple punishment, he cannot allow Lock-Up to do what he does. He certainly can’t allow it once Bolton decides to go after other people who, really, are not responsible for any great wrongdoing. In a way, I feel like Bolton is a great example of who and what Batman should NEVER be: Lock-Up is more interested in punishing wickedness, and takes sadistic pleasure in what he does. He is a cruel person at heart, despite his preaching of wanting to do what is just and right. Bruce is the opposite, and always should be: underneath his dark demeanor, past all the punches and kicks, he wants to help people find a better life, no matter who they are, something which the series touches on several times. Lock-Up is a nightmare vision of who Batman could have been, if he had not retained some semblance of humanity in his quest to avenge his parents’ murder; we don’t know why Bolton is the way he is, but I’m certainly glad Bruce didn’t end up the same way.

Tomorrow we move on to Number 25! Hint: “Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like you to meet the great Batman! He’s here because he hasn’t got a clue!”

#list #countdown #best #favorites #new year's special #year of the bat #top 31 btas episodes #btas #batman: the animated series #dcau #dc #batman #animation #tv #number 26 #lock-up #lyle bolton

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arobinwithoutbatman · 7 months

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[let me remind you: you asked for this]

What am I gonna tell Jack…?

That had been the question he'd wrestled with most, once the shock had worn off. Well. It hadn't worn off at all, yet; he'd just forced his brain back into some semblance of functionality.

What am I gonna tell Jack…?

They have protocols in place, of course; contingency plans that Bruce had tortured himself come up with in order to make sure their identities remain secret. No one outside the family knows that Tim Drake was Robin, and it's going to stay that way. But that means finding a way to explain the loss of a sixteen year old boy who should be looking at early college enrollment instead of lying in a coffin. And that means having to lie to the boy's father about just how he died.

Dick already knows Jack doesn't like him. Doesn't approve of him. Knows it would just get worse if Jack had the first idea just what Tim actually got up to, the kind of life Bruce - and then Dick - had allowed his son to get into. It's terrible, because Tim is - was - is a hero, someone Jack should be proud of for all the good he's done, and Dick can't tell him any of it. Hell, he's not even sure Jack would believe him.

He's certainly not sure Tim would even want the man to know.

So he's kept his mouth shut, spun some believably tragic yet mundane story, and earned himself a sold punch to the jaw from an angry, grieving father who feels he's been proven right that flighty, airheaded Dickie Grayson had no business looking after his son. And hell, maybe he is right; if Dick had been better, had been faster, had paid more attention, then Tim would still be here. And he's not.

Jack's demanded all of Tim's things, too, and Dick has no room to refuse. No legal recourse. On paper, Jack is still the boy's father, while Dick is just a friend. The ward of the man who'd been Tim's de facto guardian, nothing more. Bad enough Dick has to box up his brother's possessions, but to give them to a man who's barely ever been there for Tim aches in the worst of ways.

At least Jack doesn't know about the photo albums. Or the secure laptop with its digital copies. And there's Robin's suit and weapons, but those...those hurt too much to look at. There are a few other bits and pieces, too, that Dick manages to keep back. Little things, keepsakes, for the family. For himself, for Alfred, for Jason and Babs...keeping a few things back won't hurt, right? After all, a part of him argues, how many of Tim's effects would Jack even recognize?

Is Jack even going to realize Dick's kept Tim's camera?

He's not even sure he's allowed at the funeral, but he goes anyway. Keeps to the back out of respect. Hates the fact that Tim's grave isn't up with Bruce's, where it belongs, but that hadn't been his call to make. Hates the fact that he now has to tell Bruce about it. About why Tim is gone. About how Dick failed both of them. Failed all of them. Tim and Bruce, Jack, the rest of the family…it's his job to keep them safe, keep them together, and he failed.

They'll have a memorial for him themselves, of course; Dick also has to tell Tim's teammates in San Francisco, and they'll want a chance to pay their respects too. And he still has to go out on patrol, keep working, keep trying, even as shattered as he is right now. It takes effort, far more effort than Dick wants to admit, just to put his mask on these days, but he does it. He has to. He can't just stop, no matter how much a part of him might want to; Tim would never forgive him if he does.

And Tim's left too many unfinished projects. Arkham's reformation, the new planned mental hospital, outreach and awareness programs for mental health and neurodivergence…who's going to make them happen now, if not Dick? He's failed his little brother once already, in the worst of ways; he can't fail him again.

((...I did what now? -Checks blog for what the queue spat out- OH... OH NO

Kei. My friend. Surrogate older brother. You are a menace, meet me on discord for an ass kicking, my heart hurts in the good way but I'm still gonna kick your ass!

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭))

#dramatisperscnae #ooc #Tweet Tweet!#this is my friend and i adore him

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question-marked · 7 months

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"How do you feel about Arkham?"

Ask my character "How do you feel about ______?" Can be an idea, person(s), place, or thing, and they'll have to answer honestly.

“Fucking hate it, and I have so many reasons why! The conditions are absolutely fucking terrible. Huge problem of overcrowding where non-violent criminals are being placed in the same block or even cells with violent serial killers. Patient neglect too, so many examples of that. How does that help people, especially people who haven’t done anything as terrible compared to others?"

As Edward was talking about it, he became more annoyed and infuriated.

"It doesn’t do shit! People who leave that place will most likely return in a few months, not learning a single damn thing…that’s what happened to me. Just a terrible cycle, that doesn’t get solved. Medical staff can be incompetent at times, and there’s a ton of examples of that.”

“The security mostly doesn’t give a shit, and let these things happen. It really needs reform, and I feel bad for the people who are stuck there.”

#mystery person: anonymous #dramatis personae: ic #that place is a shit show #and is the main reason why he would go clean and stop being a criminal

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arkhamcalamity · 1 year

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meta + Lydeckers

meta meme // accepting! @fxllenwilson mak knows how to get me excited

THE LYDECKERS. OHHHHH MY GOD, they're fascinating. Because they went from being on the kill list to being allies. They kept their oral history of Amity and her threatened curse, but in a few generations when Ambroos Lydecker was told the tale, he wasn't scared- he was obsessed with bringing her back.

Ambroos happened to be in the same generation as Amadeus Arkham, and was a very skilled architect. The city was growing at a rapid rate; Amadeus wanted to build an asylum after amity shattered his mothers sanity his mother went off the deep end and Ambroos was all too happy to help construct the plans for that and major buildings across the city...

To be a beacon for supernatural beings.

he used sacred geometry and sigils to craft magic into the city itself, it's buildings, and especially the asylum. the underground tunnels have Amity's sigil carved into it's stone walls to give her...boosts of a sort. and it's expansive. you can damn near get everywhere in the city using them. just don't get lost

^^ see the inverted A's for her initials? They're on secret entrances as well.

See, Ambroos started a secret society too: 'Terrible Trio' and his moniker was a Fox mask. And that fox mask and the trio society would get passed down generationally. As well as the family trade of architecture! They kept adding these superpowered buildings and to the tunnels. And all this got them a pass. They'd successfully moved from the kill list to allies.

All the way to late 1800's when Absolon Lydecker was the new fox in town and his family's work was paid off a bit

Still in his early teens when he was head over heels for Millie Jane Cobblepot. (i've written a memory about this here) but tldr: Millie Jane wasn't as corrupt as the rest of her family. And when she wanted them to go straight and narrow well....

they disagreed. Absolon needed a way to fake Millie Jane's death and sneak her to freedom out of the city. And Amity.....needed a new home for her bones. So, they made an agreement.

and Now? well, the Lydeckers are still on a mission to bring back Amity Arkham. I've stopped Olive's timeline in the middle of Gotham Academy for my writing, but her classmate, Amanda Lydecker, knows exactly who Olive Silverlock is. She's still the Terrible Trio fox Gotham Academy's rules against secret societies be damned.

like I said, this isn't canon to my olive bc of where I've freezed her timeline, but in the comics, Amanda successfully gets Amity's bones, and The Old Book of Gotham- not to banish amity though. The book has a different spell. One that can permanently bind amity to someone. Forget brief possession bits, it's meant to permanently secure Amity's control of someone. Amanda ends up successfully casting the bind to Olive... (it breaks, don't worry but it was not looking good for a minute)

#;ghosts and monsters (about)#//they really bossed themselves into safety by being a little more crazy than amity

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righteousruin · 1 year

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6. Do they opmatically assume certain people are lesser than them? 10. Is a healthy relationship (platonic or otherwise) possible with your muse? 12. Does your muse have a reason for their misdeeds or is it all for pleasure?

Questions for Problematic/Villain muses || Accepting!

6. Do they automatically assume certain people are lesser than them

Yes. This is literally all he does. The 'certain people' is pretty much everyone. Bane has had a god complex since he was six years old, and surviving both Peña Duro and venom only supported his theory. He has said out loud and on panel that the only men he considers equals are Batman and Ra's al Ghul. He also generally assumes that men are bottom-feeders, but that is very much a byproduct of being raised in Peña Duro -- compounded by coming directly to Gotham City and observing if not personally greeting and beating only the worst men in power there. This view softens incrementally the more Bane socializes with men who are not completely terrible. And while he tends to be more readily patient with women and femme-presenting people, his god complex still applies. Bane is extremely self-righteous and has lived through an absurd amount of things that should have killed him. Whether or not he likes you, he almost certainly thinks he's better than you, in some capacity. If he is fond of and humble or gentle with you, it may be because he respects you on an equal level, but it is much more likely that he just assumes you would be afraid of him otherwise.

10. Is a healthy relationship (platonic or otherwise) possible with your muse?

Maybe. Bane is convinced he is fearless, but this extends only to his corporeal self. When it comes to his mental state, and his emotions, he is notoriously selective on who and what can do him harm, and he is quick to back away or overreact to unexpected cracks in that armor. Bane would never think of it this way, but he is very much a victim of abuse and neglect; He lives in a world in which he only feels safe in two places: Wayne Manor and Solitary Confinement, and the former isn't a guarantee that he won't get hurt, it's just a promise that he won't be killed. The preference is heavily weighted toward the latter option. Bane does not mind being locked alone in the dark anymore, because he's learned it is the only place he's ever had complete control over what happens to him. Because of his lack of trust for his safety and the security of anything he cares about, when he does care about something, he tends to get extremely controlling, paranoid, over-involved, and domineering. It would take a lot of time, and patience, and trust to make Bane a healthy partner, and he'll never stop being afraid of losing what's his, especially because he cares about so little. The two things that scare him most are love and loss, so, if he ever gets to a place where he can learn to accept fear as a part of life instead of feeling like he has to kill it to survive, maybe.

12. Does your muse have a reason for their misdeeds or is it all for pleasure?

Almost none of Bane's criminal activity is done for pleasure. It's why he refused to go to Arkham, on the grounds that he is not criminally insane. His shameless self-indulgence is fighting Batman, because he finds it challenging and therefore his understanding of fun, but everything else is a job, or a means to an end. His pleasures are generally fairly normal things. He likes books and chess and wine. Outside of the casually murdering people and the one time he was totally down to wipe out 99% of humanity to rebuild the world with his smoke show milf wife, he's actually pretty laid back.

#fun fact: he did not get that wife OR that world #but he did get a valuable lesson on doing better #headcanons

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personae-obscura · 10 days

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👄 + Nightwing [for Imogen >w>]

From Imogen's Personal Diary

Mr Grayson has been on my mind recently. Mainly for business reasons and to check in on some of the things I have reported to him. He's obviously an intelligent man with a functioning moral compass and actual compassion for the patients here. I agree with his perspective that yes, the people here are dangerous criminals and if they cannot be rehabilitated, then they must be properly cared for here at Arkham where they won't put the general public in danger. But they are still patients with incredibly complex mental health issues and often trauma. Many of them have committed terrible crimes but that doesn't automatically mean they should lose their human rights. Be held accountable? Absolutely. Be forgiven by surviving victims? Only if their victims wish to offer that forgiveness.

There is also the matter of Mr Grayson securing my paperwork and lodgings, essentially being a bit of a hero. Anyone would develop a mild attraction, however brief. Because, objectively speaking, the man is attractive. And charming. Though frankly it's both insulting and hilarious that the media here seem to think he is nothing but a playboy like his adoptive father before him, may the man rest in peace. Although, had I not cornered him for a business talk and therefore seen him outside of the media first, I likely would have also fallen for the facade.

It's a clever and difficult mask to keep up. It's impressive and also says a lot about his possible mental state and how he views himself. But I shouldn't speculate, even in my own diary. Mr Grayson is a business contact at best. I am not his therapist, not unless he requests it and starts paying me, so I shouldn't even try to cross certain boundaries. Even if the man is a walking bleeding heart and getting advice from his younger pseudo-brother who's quite obviously on the spectrum. It's quite sweet watching them interact. He clearly cares for the boy. And a friend I've seen them both out and about with.

Young man, built like a brick wall. And a young woman, red head. Mr Grayson and her have a great deal of familiarity, life ling friends if I had to guess.

There's also definitely something lurking under the surface. Under the masks and the grief and the familiarity. But again, not their therapist so it's none of my business. I know better than to look too closely at things. Things have a habit of staring back.

#dramatisperscnae #ic #c: the therapist #imogen answers #Headcanons #v: dc [gotham]

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noblehcart · 1 month

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"Grab" for your muse to grab mine's wrist, preventing them from leaving. -one for AK/Liese

@myhiraeth

Maybe she had taken things a hair too far...or very far depending on your perspective. Before Arkham, before the Knight before Gotham became what it was now- no one would've ever described her as irritating or terribly mischievous or troublesome. She had never taken any sort of pleasure in causing it as the idea just felt wrong.

Nowadays it was a different story entirely.

There was very little she could do as of late without a guard, cameras or the ever present Knight lurking around the corner. He had dragged her out of a nightclub- a few by now- much to her and the rest of the club goers horror as the partying came to a screeching halt as he hunted for her after having escaped her security. The guards had gotten far more clever and far more strict much to the Knight's delight in keeping his...she didn't know what she was to him now. A pet? A lover? A friend? She didn't know the word for what they were. What she did know was that somewhere deep down inside was the boy she loved still clinging to life there and sometimes she needed to push the Knight so far to the deep end that Jason Todd would climb to the surface to save her. And for a few shining moments there he was looking at her with those pained blue eyes she missed before they seemingly darkened and the Knight was left standing there.

So tonight she didn't break any of his 'rules'. Tonight she pulled up a club scene on the screen and recorded herself holding a glass as though she were there. Forced perspective was always delightfully fun. A few taps later she sent him the video and then turned off her phone- chucking it out the window as far as she could hurl it. It was hours later that he stormed the apartment, knocking down the door, in such a fury she hadn't expected. But then again if she was the one scouring the city for someone she thought had escaped her grasp- again- then she'd be infuriated too. Especially if that person was sitting pretty cozy on her couch in an oversized sweater, blanket and clearly watching a movie- not at all where she was implied to be at.

Tired of hearing him snarl at her from where he stood she had gotten up from her place and moved to walk to the kitchen (where there were more things to throw at him) when she felt the iron grip around her wrist yanking her back as he growled at her.

" Let. GO. Of me now!" She hissed back trying to yank her arm free from his grasp in a futile attempt. By now though she knew that the only way she would break free is if he let her go and it didn't seem like he planned to do that. Even still she twisted and pulled and snarled back at him infuriated herself that he was even driven to this point. "I haven't done ANYTHING wrong- you're just pissed that you fell for the most basic trick in the book. I'm right where I'm supposed to be. Get over it."

#/ liesel ivanov / threads #myhiraeth

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