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hxney-lemcn · 4 months

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Affections + First Kiss — General! Scarecrow, Riddler, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Catwoman x gn! reader

summery: affection and first kiss headcanons.

tw: mentions of abuse (physical and verbal), mentions of toxic dynamics

a/n: I've never wrote headcanons for multiple characters in one thing before, so enjoy! I love them all.

wc: 2k

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Scarecrow

❥Jonathan wasn’t used to a kind touch. Being bullied growing up, being beaten by the bat. No, all he knew was the harsh touch of a fist. The relentless shoves. The purpling of bruises that always showed after. The red blood that would drip from his nose. The burning hatred that steadily grew towards those who wronged him.

❥So when you came into his life, he would flinch if you raised a hand. He would unconsciously back away. The warmth in his heart that you stirred was unusual to him, a feeling he’s never felt towards anyone. He was used to the bitterness after an interaction, not longing.

❥You eased him into it. Only when you two started dating did he ever think twice about your touch. He knew you held back your affections. He watched you lift a hand up, only to bring it back down to your side. And to Jon, that meant the world. He felt relief when you didn’t push him into uncomfortable territory, and he respected you all the more for it.

❥Although a part of him wished you would hold him. Touch him. He wondered if your skin felt as soft as it looked. Though he also feared that your touch would sting, and the comfort you brought would be no more. No, he would never reach out first.

❥Starting out slow, he let you hold his shoulder. No matter how careful you’ve been for however long, you slipped slightly. It was a gesture not many think twice about. Holding onto someone's shoulder as you look over them, holding onto them for balance. It was only when you felt him tense under you, his ramblings pausing, that you realized your mistake. Yet, Jon had only reassured you that you did nothing wrong.

❥Having realized that Jon seemed to open your touch, you continued. Lightly brushing your hands, shoulder touches, even just sitting closer. It was like you were single handedly rewiring Jon’s brain, teaching him that not all touch hurts. That he too deserves a kind hand. The flinching had dulled, and he would even look forward to you being near him.

❥So when you finally got to kiss him? He was a dead man. You got him hook line and sinker. I hope you weren’t expecting to leave him any time soon, because after you opened him into a world of warm affection, he doesn’t want to let go.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Riddler

❥Touch is a big no no. Similar to Jonathan, Edward had been bullied from a young age. Teased and ridiculed, shoved and hit. If not from his peers, then from his own father. His world was cruel for as long as he could remember. In fact, his brain started to warp, perceiving the hits as a form of love, no matter how hard he tried to deny it.

❥Edward Nygma is a touch starved man. He longs for the comforts others seem to get so seamlessly. Yet at the same time, he doesn’t want anyone touching him. Tap his shoulder if you dare.

❥You were no different, at first. You quickly caught on to his distaste of touch when he reprimanded someone for getting a little too friendly with him. But you managed to weasel your way into his estranged heart. With how respectful and kind you were, he quickly found himself ensnared with your affection. Even hands free you managed to boost his ego and make him feel, should he dare say, loved for. You gave him praise that he had longed for, which earned you a seat right by his side.

❥It was also partly to keep a closer eye on you. Part of him preened at your praise, and another was weary. Why were you so kind? He was a well known criminal, he knew better than to just believe you were doing it out of the kindness of your heart. Y’know the saying, keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

❥I honestly don’t know how you deal with it. He always tries to catch you off guard with a riddle or puzzle. He pushes you away by ridiculing you and belittling you. Yet you won’t stop. You keep spilling his praises, and it’s so baffling to him. Yes, he is the smartest man in the world, but you managed to become a riddle. Good luck now.

❥When you first touched him, it was an innocent hug. He had managed to pull off a heist and got away from Batman without a scratch! Of course he had no doubts about his success, you didn’t either. When he got back to the hideout, you were clapping while singing his praises. Edward felt on top of the world, adrenaline rushing through his veins. When your arms wrapped around him, your scent clouding his thoughts, your warmth leaching into him, he found himself reciprocating.

❥Now, whether your dating or you’re just friends, it matters little to the green clad man. You had given him a taste of a touch he’s always longed for. And he realized that he’s more comfortable around you than he’d like to admit. He never reaches out first, but he’ll never turn you down if you want to hold his arm.

❥His teasing towards you turns lighter, just as his heart feels. So when you finally seal the deal with a kiss, he’ll make sure you never slip through his fingers.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Harley Quinn

❥She will smother you with affection right out the bat. Hugs, hand holding, kisses, you name it. You don’t even have to date her for her to leave a smooch on your lips. Harley Quinn easily trusts people, and you’re no exception. She finds comfort in touch, so why should she deny herself it? She also finds it expresses her genuine affection for you in ways she couldn’t verbalize.

❥If you don’t like PDA, please tell her right away. She doesn’t understand it, I mean why wouldn’t you want to show your love to the world? But she also doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable, so if you wanna keep it behind closed doors, she’ll try her best. But don’t be too surprised if she sneaks in a little smooch or hug if no one’s looking.

❥Harley Quinn is one of the most affectionate rogues out there. But it’s not always sunshine and rainbows with her. She had been in a seriously abusive relationship, and you have to help her remember that she doesn’t have to walk on eggshells around you. That no matter the argument, you won’t raise your hand to strike her. It takes her a long time to come out of that headspace, if ever. It’s a good thing you’re by her side to help coax her into healthier practices.

❥If we want to get a little darker, Harley may try to treat you like the Joker treated her. It’s scary to see her go from bubbly to dark. Her features twisted into a wicked sneer as she asks that you’ll never leave her. That no matter what, you’ll always love her. During these moments, you gotta stand up for yourself. She’s trying to gain a sense of control she never felt in her previous relationship, and you have to make her snap out of it. When she comes to and realizes what she just did, the look of utter terror in her eyes is the most heart wrenching thing. She’ll sob, pleading that she didn’t mean to, that she never wanted you to go through that, that she’s terrified of becoming him.

❥Please hug her, kiss her, squeeze her gently. She loves it. All Harley wants is to be loved and to love, and getting affection shows her how genuine you are and is the biggest comfort for her. Feeling your warmth, feeling the softness of your skin, it brings her peace.

❥The first time you made the first move to kiss Harley, she nearly did a backflip. Her little sugar plum made the first move! I hope you didn’t have anything planned, because Harley won’t let you go for the rest of the day.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Poison Ivy

❥I’m not sure how you weren’t just killed or turned into one of her goons. She’s not one for humanity. She keeps a sharp eye on those who dare tread into her territory. There’s no way to beat around it. She drugs you, finding out what your true intentions are. It has to be something she deems worthy enough to keep you around. She barely puts up with Harley as it is.

❥Once you gain your free will again, you have to continuously prove your loyalty. Of course she can guarantee it herself if she has to, but you’ve managed to catch her eye. So prove your worth to her, prove that her interest in you isn’t just a mistake. It will take a long time. She’s been wronged one too many times, and she won’t make that mistake again.

❥Even if you manage to gain her trust, she won’t drop her walls around you. Though she’s a bit nicer. Ivy knows that a person works better with praise, but she also means it deep down. She doesn’t say what she doesn’t mean, so don’t take her words for granted. Not that you really can when her perfume scent always seems to cloud your senses.

❥You let Ivy make the first move when it comes to touch. For a seductress, she won’t touch you if she doesn’t have to. Not to mention the toxins that fill her blood. Who knew if one tap on her shoulder meant your certain doom…but maybe that was a bit of the thrill you loved when being by her side. Though you’ve seemed to find a small soft spot in her heart, right next to Harley Quinn. She wouldn’t tell you that though, best to leave you on your toes lest you get too comfortable.

❥After going so long without a single touch from the green goddess, when she started playing with your hair, you found yourself seizing up. Ivy brushed her fingers through it so gently, yet all you could wonder is if it was finally over. If she grew bored of you, or if she started to find you bothersome. But her gentle reassurances lulled you. Her warm voice and gentle hands relaxed you. It was then that you realized her affections for you ran deeper than she led on.

❥You’re first kiss was electrifying. That underlying thrill that your life was held in her hands. That she killed men with the very action she committed tenderly with you. Yet deep down you knew she wouldn’t hurt you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Catwoman

❥It's not easy catching her attention. She won’t settle for less than perfection. She is catwoman after all, she has a reputation to uphold. So when she looked at you, and I mean really looked at you, she decided why not have a little fun? Whether you’re a villain, anti-hero, vigilante, or civilian, she’ll take time out of her busy schedule to drop by.

❥She likes to give mixed signals. It keeps you far enough for her to feel in control, yet it also satiates her hunger. She’ll lean in real close, only to grab something from behind you type of beat. She loves to watch you become a stuttering mess, but she doesn’t mind if you banter back. It’s all a part of the fun.

❥No matter how close you seem to get, you’re somehow still a mile away from Selina. She slips away from your affection without you even realizing it. She always turns the moment into a suggestive one. If she left it tender, then it would be too real. It takes time for her to warm up to you and really trust you.

❥If anything, the first kiss happens before anything truly tender. The kiss catches you both off guard, neither sure who started it. Selina tries to wrap it into something that doesn’t make her heart stutter. Tries to turn it suggestively like she always does, but with the way you tenderly hold her cheeks, she feels herself melt. Finally, she succumbs to these feelings you managed to stir within her, and she isn’t sure if she wants to thank you or curse you out. Maybe she’ll settle for a dinner, tab on you of course.

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batmanrogues-scenarios · 11 months

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ok how about the gotham sirens(and anyone else you like) with an S/O who has unconventional way of reacting to dangerous situations like lets say that when they first met the sirens kidnapped the S/O but all S/O did when they came to was ask for food and go to sleep or S/O escapes just to get some food but comes back and ties themselves back up again

I honesty love when characters do that.

Kidnapped Y/N Just Chills

Catwoman

She said they're not her guest so they shouldn't expect anything from her and to not make too much noise.

She went to the city, leaving them bounded, knowing they won't break through it.

When she came back she saw food in trash can that she didn't eat. But Y/N is still in the same place.

"Want to explain it to me?"

"Oh I called food when you weren't here. Sorry I was just really hungry. Got your ropes back though so don't worry"

Honesty speechless.

When she gets money tells them to get out.

Even when dating them she can't believe it happened.

Harley Quinn

Got so angry when they run away. It was supposed to be her first kidnapping by herself but she blew it.

Just throws stuff around and gets ice cream while watching TV.

Then doors open and her victim walks in saying they just went for food.

This little-!

She starts strangling them. How dare they make this to her!

Didn't kill them because she still wants kidnapping to success and get money.

Annoyed afterwards but with time she does finds it funny.

Would talk about it like an anecdote when they started dating.

"Hey babe, remember when I kidnapped you and then almost strangled you? Good times."

Poison Ivy

Supringly chill. If she gives them some fruits from plants and Y/N falls asleep she just sits back.

Most relaxed kidnapping she had.

Y/N might ask some questions about plants which she anserws soon they're just having normal conversation.

Invites them again after she gets money.

Isn't mist proud of kidnapping her S/O but she never did that again.

Mad Hatter

Got distressed when they run away, how could they do it? He just wanted his Alice to spend time with him.

Just cries until they walk in and sit back in the chair.

Jumps to hug them asking where they have been.

Dumbfounded? They went for dinner? He could have prepared them something!... then again most of his food here are sweets.

Well at least now they can have dessert.

Thinks it's a sigh they belong together.

#pati writes #catwoman x reader #selina kyle x reader #harley quinn x reader #poison ivy x reader #mad hatter x reader #jervis tetch x reader #pamela isley x reader

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madnessreruns · 1 year

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Would it be possible to request headcanons for arkhamverse selina, Ivy and Harley falling for Bruce Wayne’s sister :)

Arkhamverse Girls x Fem! Reader being Bruce Wayne’s sister

Harley Quinn x reader, Pamela Isley x Reader, and Selina Kyle x Reader - All Seperate

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Harley Quinn

Uh oh. Destruction time. I mean that can be said for any situation with Harley but especially now.

Expect lots of unexpected visits and party crashes from her, especially post! city. Sometimes she’ll just show up and be like hey ^•^!!!!

Since she’s, you know. A criminal. It’s kind of off putting how used to her you get after the first like, two break ins. You’ll stroll up to the manor and she kinda just pops out of no where. There’s always an extra plate made cause she’ll just walk in, say she loves you, eat your food, pet your animals, and leave. And you love her for it.

Every now and then there’s a routinely kidnapping. Cause you know. Crime. She doesn’t hurt you or anything, she just kinda hangs around, maybe gets you dinner. You know, the works.

She’ll definitely get on the other rogues when they target you. But it’s completely fine when she robs your place of work, with sparkly little eyes beaming when she sees you. She claims it was 100% a coincidence, but her goofy grin as giggles give her planning away.

There will times where people are like “S/O!!! Why are you spending time!!! With a well known criminal!!!” And your just like. “Criminal? No this is my baby. Her name is Harley. She’s never done anything wrong in her life.” And their like “S/O she’s covered in blood”. “So what?”

She’s also the equivalent of those small little mean dogs. You know the stereotypical little chihuahua. Little mean little bitch. She’s not a little bitch, she can be a bit mean to others though. She doesn’t mean it, she just doesn’t like it when people are being rude about you. You tell her she can’t shoot people cause they don’t like you. She begs to differ.

She’ll hang out with you before any of your public outings. Putting makeup on before a gala? She brought the perfect lipstick for you!Yes what are you saying, she bought it 100% legally she doesn’t know what your talking about.. stealing???? Noo she could never. Just shut up and put it on.

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Pamela Isley

Angry >:(

She absolutely HATES your brother. She hate hate HATES HIM. The amount of harm his stupid company does to the environment is going to make her bite someone. Not you she promises. She fully acknowledges you have no say in the company and don’t even have any relations to the company. Except for your brother. She’s amazed that someone as beautiful and sweet as you can be related to someone so horrid and disgusting.

She’ll send you roses with little notes attached to it. Of course they aren’t poison. The ones she sent your brother though, she can’t say the same.

Again, lots of unexpected visits. But not to your house specifically, to your bedroom alone. You’ll walk back in and she’ll be sitting herself in front of your vanity mirror fixing her hair, or fumbling through your bookshelf, or trying on clothes from your closet and drawers. She’s always hard to say no to. She’s so nice and sweet to you, and she’s so gorgeous. You have trouble telling her to get out.

She’ll take you out to a very public places. She likes to flaunt the fact you spend time with her, and not anyone else. Her jealousy kicks to 900% very easily, especially when it’s a man trying to make advances on you.

She has a habit of leaving small marks on you, even if you don’t notice. Your lips are tinted green from her toxins, small hidden hickeys placed on your neck, flowers she grew decorating your dress, or braiding your hair with roses decorating it. Or maybe you smell particularly floral today. Must just be a new perfume hm?

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Selina Kyle

Okay so, she’s the one that most likely knows your brother’s identity. So it’s a bit embarrassing when she realizes that the sister of the man she was trying to court was 10% hotter then he was.

She actually doesn’t break into your house uninvited. She sits outside your window and asks very politely to come in, kinda like a vampire. But instead of biting you to drink your blood she bites you cause she’s weird like that.

She also has a habit of trying to steal something from your manor. You’ll catch her in the middle of the night in the middle of your house, you just tell her to take what she wants and leave. But when she says she wants you, you just roll your eyes and go back to bed. But you said she could have anything she wanted :(

Please take her to galas and events as your date. She’ll act like it’s nothing but inside she’s crying she so happy. She loves to be with you in public especially. She doesn’t know why, she just does.

Except many very legally obtained gifts. Ignore the height in robberies of jewelry stores, but enjoy this gorgeous necklace she found for you. I mean bought. She means she bought it. She bought it with money it was a legal transaction.

If you give her gifts back she will act like it’s nothing, she could just steal this easily. But it honestly means the world to her.

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#cas.txt #anonymous #ask #harley quinn x you #harley quinn x reader #harleen quinzel x reader #harley quinn #harleen quinzel #poison Ivy #poison ivy x reader #pamela isley #pamela isley x reader #Selina Kyle #selina kyle x reader #catwoman #catwoman x reader

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vaporwavebeach-writes · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 10 (Praise Kink)

Poison Ivy x Reader (NSFW)

(750 Words)

Summary: you go down on Ivy and she can’t help but tell you about how much of a good job you’re doing

Warnings/Tags: 18+, gender neutral reader, praise kink (duh), slight goddess kink, oral sex (giving), fingering (giving)

Notes: POISON IVY IS SO MOTHER!!!! my buddy @acapelladitty recently wrote an Ivy fic which can be read here, (literally go read it, it’s so GOOD) and it inspired me to write Ivy for this prompt!! enjoy the fic!!!

Sweat drips down your forehead under the canopies of green that surround you. The room grows humid at the heated position you currently find yourself in. Before you, lays Poison Ivy, splayed out like a winding branch. Her vibrant red hair is splayed out, rich like the ripest of strawberries. She lets out a sultry whine as you lay between her legs, devouring her like the fresh peach she is.

“Oh sweetheart,” she gasps, “you treat me like a goddess.” She grips the sheets, fabric crumpled in her hands. You let out a low chuckle in reply as your tongue glides through her folds, glistening from the stimulation.

“Of course,” you pause your ministrations briefly to plant soft kisses on her inner thighs. “A goddess deserves only the best of what her worshippers can provide her.” Resuming your feast on her sex, she lets out another moan. Your tongue makes its way to her clit, making her shudder.

“You’re so devoted,” she mewls lowly, “such reverence should be worthy of a reward.”

You feel a spike of arousal at her words, spurring you on in your mission to please her, not that you needed much spurring to begin with. Ivy is right. She truly is a goddess. To call her powerful would be an understatement. The way you’ve seen her bend the forces of nature to her will was extraordinary- truly a sight to behold. To anyone, she would seem like a goddess. The power and beauty that Poison Ivy holds is enough to make anyone devoted to her crusade against the destruction on nature. You were certainly no exception.

You hum a noise of arousal into her dripping cunt. She lets out a gentle sigh, arching her back as you continue to eat her out.

“My sweet flower,” she moans, “you are so good to me.” You feel her hands tangle their way into your hair, much like the interlacing vines that surrounded you. With the combination of Ivy’s generous praise and her hands playing with your hair, you practically melt into a puddle or pure arousal.

Encouraged by her vocal ecstasy, you grip onto her hips firmly, keeping her down as your lips on her aching cunt. Feeling flirtatious, you move yourself up, hands wandering to her gorgeous breasts. A hushed whimper escapes her lips when your fingers find their way to her nipples, sensitive buds that would make her cry out amorously.

“K-keep going,” she groans tenderly. An abrupt moan erupts from your throat as Ivy tugs on your hair, whose grip becomes tighter with the added stimulation of your breath on her cunt.

“You like that?” You ask in between licks. The vibration from your tongue as you speak sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through Ivy as she lets out a hum of approval when you feel her legs on top of your shoulders. You swing up your hand, taking her calf in your arm. Peppering kisses up her leg, back down to her heat. Slowly, gently dragging your nails up her inner thigh, you insert your fingers into her, pumping in and out steadily. You swipe your thumb over her clit, causing a high pitched gasp to exit Ivy’s lips. “My beautiful girl,” you drawl lovingly. “Getting close?”

“Y-yes,” she gasps. Not wanting to keep her on the edge for much longer, you continue to fuck her with your fingers. You apply more pressure to where you thumb her clit, also using your tongue to further her release. You curve your fingers inside of her, picking up the pace ever so slightly until you can feel her clenching around you.

The rest of the room grows thick and hazy, smelling sickly sweet and floral. You couldn’t tell if it was the aphrodisiacs floating around the air, or if it was your euphoric response to hearing her cry out in bliss as her orgasm bloomed like a flower bursting from its bud.

She takes you by the arms, pulling you up into a tender kiss. She moans into your mouth, tasting herself on your tongue.

“My dear,” she tucks your disheveled hair behind your ear, making you blush furiously. “You really are something special.” She presses a kiss to your cheek, making you a puddle in her hands. Ivy chuckles enticingly, gently pushing you down onto the bed of vines. “You treat me so well my little flower,” you can feel her breath on the nape of your neck. “Time for me to return the favor.”

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #poison ivy x reader #pamela isley x reader #poison ivy smut #pamela isley smut #batman rogues x reader #poison ivy imagine #mia writes batman!!!

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smartycvnt · 6 months

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Anti Hero

Title: Anti Hero Pairing: Poison Ivy x Reader Summary: Y/n gets captured by Poison Ivy while helping Batman, but learns that she's got a lot in common with the villainess. NR WC: 799

"Casper, do you copy? Casper?" Bruce asked frantically over the comms. He could feel guilt begin to consume him with each passing second of silence. Poison Ivy didn't take too kindly to trespassers, and he had sent Y/n straight into her lair. Bruce thought that she was ready, the thought never occurred to him that she wouldn't be able to make it out okay. Y/n had gotten herself into much stickier situations without so much as a scratch. Poison Ivy was a madwoman, but Y/n would be the one who knew how to talk her down. "Casper, do you read me? Casper, do you copy? Y/n?"

"Y/n, huh..." Poison Ivy trailed off as she lifted the hook and mask covering Y/n's face. "Interesting. Come after me, and I'll slit her throat Bat brains."

"You don't have to do this. You can let her go," Bruce tried to reason. Ivy crushed the communication device in her hand and tossed it aside. Y/n felt something slither up the side of her leg, prompting a fit of panic. Ivy bound her arms and legs with vines and left her suspended with a particularly thorny vine resting over her throat.

There were thousands of places that Y/n felt she could have ended up, and in the clutches of Poison Ivy wasn't one of them. She had started her day in her little studio apartment, located just off the campus limits for Gotham University. The rent was cheaper, and she honestly had less of a chance to being attacked by some second rate villain off campus. The commute was more than worth not having to buy a new wallet or backpack every other week. Y/n had gone to her one class of the day before heading over to the gym. She taught her beginner's martial arts class to the little kids who came through and was cleaning up when Batman left the message for help. She should have known to be biting off more than she could chew with Poison Ivy, but Y/n wanted to make her name as a hero in Gotham City.

"I swear that he gets a new one of you little idiots every other months. What happened to the last one?" Y/n watched as Poison Ivy sauntered around the room. There was something menacing about it, but Y/n was also very attracted to her.

"I am not one of his. I usually work alone and by my own rules," Y/n told her. Ivy threw her head back and laughed. Most of the underlings that she caught trying to stop her weren't nearly as brave as Y/n.

"Then why are you here?" Ivy asked as she caressed Y/n's cheek. The movement was unnerving for Y/n, but not nearly as unnerving as Ivy had hoped it would be. There was something in Y/n's eyes that told Ivy she had more to tell than she was letting on. She had gone through something that had led Batman, who was notoriously picky about his sidekicks, to trust her. Ivy studied Y/n for another few seconds with the intention of piecing together what exactly it was that had "hardened" her.

"Because I'm not going to just foil your plans like the Bat would. You have a point, even if some of your approaches are inhumane to say the least. I'm not for the killing of mankind, but I do want to save the planet," Y/n said. Ivy froze completely as she came upon the realization of who exactly Y/n was. "Humanity can be redeemed, I'm proof of that."

"Well, from one eco terrorist to the other, it's not all of mankind I want to destroy. It's the cities and the power plants and the mass pollutants that need to go. Surely you understand that, don't you..." Ivy trailed off as she tried to remember what Batman had called Y/n over the comms. "Casper. You'll never accomplish what you want playing second fiddle to someone with morals like Batman. I could use a helping hand, and you look like you could handle it. What do you say?"

"I don't want to hurt any more innocent people, but I'm sure that you've got ideas for me to help you with that don't include civilian murder." Ivy let one of Y/n's hands free for them to shake on her newfound deal before she let the woman go completely. Y/n rushed out of Ivy's lair and back to her apartment, where she checked in with Batman to let him know that she was safe before she dug up some of the files she had gathered while she was with a less than heroic group of environmentalists.

#my writing #one shot #dc x reader #dc #poison ivy x reader #poison ivy #pamela isley x reader #pamela isley

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acapelladitty · 6 months

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If you're still taking prompts/5 sentence fics: "Poison Ivy" and "cure," please!

Oh, hell yeah! Have some filth. 🌿😈

"Ivy, pl-please," you shudder out, voice breaking on the final syllable as your back arches in a graceless arc, "I need the cure."

Smiling down at you as her finger traces another feather-light touch across your clit - even the small bit of contact sending a bolt of pure, concentrated pleasure through your suffering frame - her free hand cups at your chin playfully before carding through the sweat-slicked strands of hair which have filled across your forehead.

"But you're being such a good girl for me right now," she explains once again as she pulls you so cloesly to the edge of an earth-shattering orgasm that your feet curl against the sheets to the point of discomfort, "and as soon as I let you come all of those little enhancers of mine that I've kissed into your blood will disappear."

"Baby, please," the electric heat which lances across your skin is unbearable as every nerve feels primed to explode at the slightest touch, "and i get it, but I'll do- I'll do anything, just-"

"Then hold out for me a little longer, and I'll make sure that you have everything you want and more when i replace that teasing finger with my tongue."

Send me a prompt and ill write a 5 sentence fic about it.

#posion ivy #pamela isley #poison ivy x reader #pamela isley x reader #poison ivy x you #pamela isley x you #gotham city siren

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fandomnerd9602 · 7 months

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Poison Ivy x reader?

Poison Ivy tries to mind control Y/N with a kiss but it doesn’t work since he already loves her

Poison Ivy straddles Y/N's lap...

Ivy: soon you will be all mine

Poison Ivy kisses them..

Y/N: but Ivy, I already love you so what would your mind control kiss do?

Ivy: oh...(blushes)

Y/N: I think I'm leaving the trance, can you kiss me again?

Poison Ivy giggles...

#dc comics #dc comics fluff #dc comics imagine #dc comics incorrect quotes #batman the animated series #poison ivy #poison ivy x reader #pamela isley #dr pamela isley #pamela isley x reader

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cannedbeefaroni · 7 months

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Seeing ur posts abt ivy and then ur posts abt eddie,,,, hmmmm,,,, something is clicking here,,,

what?? what's clicking?? that i like green bitches? that i'm bisexual? that i like mommy doms and pathetic men? that i'm a horrendously submissive man??? all of that would be correct.

#edward nashton x reader #poison ivy x reader #the riddler x reader #pamela isley x reader

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apocalypse-shuffle · 1 year

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GOTHAM CITY SIRENS (generalized canon)

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“Harley-napping” (Harley Quinn x Poison Ivy x Selina Kyle x Fem!Reader)

| Stealing Harley from the Squad and then having a fun night out.

| SFW, mature language, criminal acts (duh), -platonic!reader/though there’s hints of something more with Cat

| You’re a thief, demolitions expert, and have EOD training in this one. Pictures used are just for aesthetics and have no contextual meaning to the story. (pic source - Batman: Arkham City video game)

| 1k+ words

| part: one of two (part two)

When you come to all that’s taking up your vision is green.

“What…the…hell?” You whine. “I didn’t steal from Black Mask again, did I?”

There’s a sound off to your left that makes you freeze but you can’t lift your head enough to see in any direction let alone that one and you groan unhappily.

The grass beneath your head seems to dance while you're forced to wait but you feel no chill. There’s no breeze against the exposed parts of your skin, just the crisp Gotham air.

“Y/n L/n.”

Deep. Feminine. Spoken with a smoothness that screamed of self assurance and superiority.

Your nostrils flare.

“Ivy,” you sigh.

A chuckle.

“Hello, Little thief.”

The dancing grass seems to perk up, listening, before the green blades start to thicken and grow longer. You eye the tendrils wearily as they come up behind you, lifting your lower body and head enough that you can finally watch Ivy standing over you from upside down.

Her face is stern, a haughty eyebrow raised as she looks into your eyes. So as charming as ever.

“I’m in need of your…expertise.”

Her words come out strained like someone’s hysically holding a gun to her head and you bite back what you immediately want to say. She wants your help as if the last time you worked together was all hugs and kisses.

“Which would be what exactly?”

“Bombs.”

You scrunch up your face, upper lip making a valiant effort to block your nostrils, while shaking your head.

“Nah, I’ve never been anywhere near a bomb before. You got the wrong bitch, sorry,” you shrug.

Now she looks irritated.

“If you’re no demolition expert then why did Cat insist I find you?”

You shrug as best you can upside down

“Don’t know? You tell me-” you abruptly stop shaking your head. “Wait Cat?”

The woman turns her head, ignoring you.

“This is ridiculous.” She looks up at something in the distance. “Why are we wasting precious time kidnapping her again?”

There’s a sigh from the direction she’s addressing and you tense up, the grass near your throat applies pressure to the side of your neck in warning. You grit your teeth, fuck tonight so much. All you wanted when you left your apartment was some damn food, and now you're hungry and tied up.

“Y/n, stop being a smart ass.”

Great. You knew that voice too.

“You know, when you’re out stealing shit I don’t call you by your civilian name.”

A chuckle right next to your ear alongside a puff of breath that makes you shiver.

“And I applaud you for such restraint considering how vocal you can get, but right now I need you to be serious.” She moves, walking till she’s standing over you side by side with an Ivy who’s trying to glare you to death. “Now let’s talk business.”

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“No. Fuck no! Are you fucking crazy?”

Something that suspiciously sounds like a growl leaves Ivy and Selina looks up to the sky.

“Listen-” you cringe at the more demanding press of the plants against your neck. “Just listen, okay? Blackgait’s systems are hard to crack on a good day, but with the Squad out on a mission you know Waller’s on high alert, and I’m not Batman.”

“No. You’re better, or else we would’ve gone to him with some bullshit excuse. Uh uh-” she cuts you off as you open your mouth. “You are, and you’re going to help us get the Clown.”

“What about ‘I’m not Batman’ isn’t clicking?”

Your response makes Selina huff and she goes to answer before Ivy simultaneously cuts her sentence and your breathing off.

“Enough,” she intones.

The vines curl around the entirety of your throat in seconds, meticulously closing off your airway. You gasp, mouth and eyes widening in your shock.

“If you insist on acting guileless I will treat you as such.”

“Ivy!”

The other women’s voices disappear as your ears start to buzz, blood cut off from them in a dizzying effect. A weak sound squeezes its way past your lips before your body’s meeting the floor and your airways are free enough once more to take gasping breaths.

You cough into the prickly ground, racking heaves that shake your body so much your arms, which have gone numb from your upside down hold, give out. You gasp into the grass, each breath scratching down your trachea as your head pounds away.

It takes you what feels like hours with zero awareness of anything outside of your body to pull yourself to your knees. Everything still has a dull buzz about it, except for your body, that just pulses.

Your hand zips toward your throat.

“Fuck you, Ivy.”

She scoffs at your hoarse tone, turning and walking off.

“Not without Harley’s say so.”

You cough. Sometimes you hated Gotham and all her rampant rogues.

Selina lowers herself beside you and then she’s touching.

“You were supposed to be civil,” she says pointedly.

She tilts your head up and the leather of her gloves is gentle against your face.

“Don’t-” you jerk away. Selina makes an aggravated sound then she’s pulling you more firmly against her, hand resting on the small of your back.

“Let me see, Slick.”

“Mmmph,” you mumble but you let her other hand ease your chin up.

“She’s fine,” Ivy says.

When you glance over at her she’s poking at a particularly ergonomic looking tablet.

“How,” you stop and lick your lips, swallowing in a fruitless attempt to smooth the burn in your throat. “How are you gonna tell me?”

Ivy hefts a sigh and then looks to you.

“You are alive are you not?”

You stare after the woman, eyes widening and jaw clenching with a cock of your head.

“You-”

“Okay!” Selina cuts in before shooting a look you can’t see over at Ivy. “I can’t believe I’m the mediator here, but let’s all just take it easy.”

“As long as you do it fast.”

You sneer quietly at Ivy’s words.

“This is why I stopped working with you guys.”

“I know,” Selina murmurs, brows pinching together. “Help us out anyway? We’ll all owe you one.”

“I agreed to no such…” another look gets thrown Ivy’s way and she and Selina stare one another down. It takes a few beats of stillness but she eventually scoffs. She looks over your form coolly before sighing. “Fine. One favor if you help us get Harley out safely.”

The two of you lock eyes. Ivy’s are green, and it’s only you remembering the first time you came face to face with them and Harley’s freely thrown out whimsy that gets you to unclench your jaw. Plus, you could do a lot with a favor from one of Gotham's best rogues. Let alone three.

“Fine,” you rasp out.

You look away from Ivy as she nods and shifts her attention back to the tablet. Selina helps you up looking like she wants to touch you again, but stops herself, eyeing you apologetically.

“It’ll bruise but it shouldn’t leave any permanent damage.”

“Lucky me.”

Your head and throat were killing you. Selina gives you another apologetic look before squeezing your forearm and going to collect a duffle bag from a park bench near you all.

You press softly at your throat, wincing some at how sensitive the skin feels. By tomorrow there’ll be mulberry welts circling your neck.

Selina comes and sets the bag down in front of you, bending down to dig through it.

“Now you might be a good thief, but I’m a better one, so I’m in charge of getting Harley.”

You nod. “And you want me to work with…?”

Ivy’s suddenly right in front of you and handing you the tablet. You suck in a sharp breath at her silence then tentatively take the device from her hands. It’s wrapped in a protective case that gives it some heft. You start swiping through it. Hm.

“Are these bomb schematics?”

“Yes, and we’re gonna need you to get two of them out of Harley’s body before Waller or the team notices she’s gone.”

You glance up at her without moving your head up.

“That’s a big ask. Do you even have an approximate time that I’ll have to work with?”

“No,” Ivy quietly admits. “That’s why we got you and not anyone else. We trust you…I trust you.”

You chew on your lip for a second, swiping up at another complicated looking schematic.

“Alright. You let me look over these for a few minutes and then we should be good to go.”

Ivy nods at you before Selina stands and hands you an armful of your stuff. You roll your eyes to the sky.

“You’re horrible. How’d you even get in my apartment?”

She gives a small one shouldered shrug.

“Just because your security systems are Batman proof doesn’t mean they’re me proof, sweetie.”

She winks at you and a smile finds its way onto your face as you put on your gear. Ivy starts speaking.

“Since you’ve got your things, let’s discuss the goal. The Suicide Squad was dropped into their current mission at exactly 10:00 tonight and have been at their destination for under forty minutes…”

As she’s describing the details of the plan to you two plants slowly emerge from the ground and into her hand. She kneads patiently at the leaves, harvesting sludgy and oily substances from the respective plants into her cupped palm.

Still listening to her you pull on your elbow, knee and shin pads. Ivy kneads the plant in her palm with nimble fingers all the while. Quick extraction, take out the bombs, slip away as undetected as possible.

After that, putting on longer black pants over your exercise shorts and pads then lacing up your boots once you’ve kicked off your sneakers is all it takes to get yourself fully ready. Selina stuffs the clothes you discard into the duffel, simultaneously going back and forth with Ivy on her role.

When you’ve got your long sleeve on, gloves slipping on next, and you're dressed in all black you glance up at them both.

“Ready to go?” Selina asks.

You nod and she smiles at you before slinging the bag over her shoulder and moving towards her motorcycle. Ivy comes up to you, feet deaf in the voluminous grass.

“Eat this.”

You look hard at the hand she holds out. There’s a dollop of pale sludgy substance on it, the thing you just watched her harvest up in her palm.

When you continue to stall she cuts her eyes at you.

“I’m sorry, but I find it hard to believe you’re doing something for my benefit.”

“The plants were happy to produce for you. Are you going to make their efforts in vain, or no?”

You kiss your teeth at her dry tone before opening your mouth. She inclines her head and then shoves the mush into it. It’s just about the nastiest shit you’ve ever eaten but you're not exactly operating at 100 so you keep chewing.

“Now, me and Cat will deal with getting Harley out. But while I can handle most of the squad while Selina slips her out without tipping off Waller, someone's got to take care of the crocodile.”

NOTES: After tons of consideration I’ve decided that this’ll be my first post of the new year, so hope you enjoyed!

Btw: Comments would be appreciated if you wanted to leave one! I read all of them, I only don’t respond cause this is a side blog.

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intriq · 7 months

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‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Magnolia

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Theme: Angst

Character: Poison Ivy

Word Count: 221

magnolia; love of nature

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Mother Nature is beautiful. She creates all the beautiful flowers and sights to see, brings rain to nourish the crops of humanity and to make sure her own children [the animals and the foliage] will never go thirsty.

But she can also be oh so incredibly cruel, bringing storms. And storms are named after people for a reason, you know.

"I could never love you," She'd said then. "You are just like the other people on this Earth. You pollute and hurt her, trample all over her. You are nothing but a polluted stain."

Loving Poison Ivy herself is hard. It's even harder to hide the flowers that grow in your lungs.

"At least those flowers will be pretty, even if they come from something like you."

To her, you are nothing but a stain on this Earth. At least that pathetic little love you feel for her will bring something beautiful to this world. At least your suffering will bring something that she finds pretty and worthwhile.

And so you die, a horrid suffocating fate. Flowers speckled in your blood that eventually grow faster than you can cough them up, roots growing thick in your lungs.

From your love comes something so pretty and innocent, because as beautiful as Mother Nature can be, her children could be so undoubtedly cruel.

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#gender neutral reader #oneshot #gn reader #angst #dc universe #non canon compliant dc universe oneshot #hanahaki disease au #hanahaki #no use of y/n #dc fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #poison ivy #poison ivy x reader #pamela isley #pamela lillian isley #pamela isley x reader #pamela lillian isley x reader

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pandorascripts · 1 year

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Absent

pairing: poison ivy x reader

warnings: mediocre angst, proofread once.

note: wrote this at like twelve last night. I just need to get something out lmao. I’m going to start writing a bit more DC stuff until I get get my spark back. Currently writing another Ivy fic based on the comic, Harleen.

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The door creaks as you slowly open it, peeking in. Pamela’s mixing green and purple liquids, mumbling to herself as they bubble and ooze.

“Hey, what are you doing? It’s, like, three am,” you say.

“I’ll be up soon, just need to do a couple more things.”

You frown, never knowing Pamela to not look you in the eye when she’s speaking.

“Alright.” You turn to head out, leaving her to her work. “Love you.”

“Yeah.”

You close the door, swallowing harshly. This is ridiculous, it’s been going on for months now. The neglect, the off-handed responses to meaningful statements, and it hurts. It hurts so much, and you swear to God you can feel your heart shattering.

You blink a coup times, rubbing at them.

Why are you crying? She’s got more important things than you, you know that.

You walk up the wooden steps, but stop short. You’re way too tired to climb up another flight just to get to your room. Curling up on a way-too-short step, you let yourself weep.

The step above you digs into your shoulder every time you let out a sob, but you don’t adjust. The pain somehow grounds you, keeping you from actually bawling your eyes out. Your hand sits in your mouth, stifling what should have been louder cries. You don’t care about the bite marks that will be there tomorrow.

Pamela didn’t come up to bed that night, not did she bother to put you in an actual room.

You’re thinking about leaving, ditching Pamela in the night. You cant go on like this, but you’re way too worried to confront her about her behavior. She’ll just put you off, gaslight you and tell you you’re just being dramatic.

You want her to notice your bruised hand, you want her to notice your puffy eyes the next morning, you want her notice your pain.

She doesn’t.

She ignores you all day again, sitting in her lab and talking to her plants. You know she loves those things more than you, she used to tell you that she loved you more. It’s a lie. It always has been.

You open the door to her lab again, forgetting to knock.

The creak of the door must’ve thrown her off, because the next thing you know Pamela’s cursing and yelling. Things are spilling over her desk, papers are soaked and burning.

“Pam! Oh my God! I’m so—“

“Get out!” she yells, pulling her hair as she finally faces you. “GO!”

You close the door with a slam, mortified. Pamela’s never yelled at you before. She knows you hate it, you hate arguing and screaming, she knows what your past was, and she promised to never yell. It was a mutual agreement, and even when you both made each other upset, it didn’t last long. You’d both apologize and talk about it, get over what was causing bumps and come out stronger. You didn’t know if you’d make it out of this one.

You can still her Pamela yelling, things smashing against the door your head is lain on.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, and after that, the only noise you hear is her yelling and your own tears hitting the floor.

Your knees give out and you slide against bumpy and splintered wood. Your face is soaking, tears painting an ugly portrait on your face.

As your sobbing against the door, the only thing you can think of is leaving. And right now, it seems like the smart thing to do.

You don’t bother Pam for the next week, you leave her to be in the greenhouse, actively skirting around her when she leaves for her lab. You don’t like being like this— awkward strangers. For God’s sake, you’ve been dating for five years, you know her inside and out. But she feels different, unstable. It scares you, mortifies you. You don’t know what she’s capable when she’s like this, and you don’t know if you want to find out.

The letter you write is long, it takes up two full pages of paper, and your handwriting is neat. The only thing screwing it up are the copious amounts of wet spots, which smear the ink. You place the note on her side of the nightstand, and start grabbing essentials. You take everything you can think of, everything that seems important.

You don’t realize your crying until your vision is completely blurry, but still, you push onwards. You grab a couple sweaters and a couple pairs of jeans. You don’t fold them, instead slamming them into a suitcase as you zip it up.

“What are you doing?”

Everything stops. Your hand, the loud zipper, your breathing, even your tears don’t flow anymore. It’s like everyone’s waiting, waiting and waiting for Pamela to understand. You take in a shaky breath, finishing the zipper. “Leaving.”

You don’t turn to face her, instead you pretend to do more with the suitcase, checking empty pockets and extra compartments. You hear her footsteps getting closer and closer and closer, her hand rests on your shoulder. You still don’t face her, you can’t. The moment you look at her you’re screwed, you’ll melt into her and fall into the same pattern. It cant happen.

“Stop. Please.”

Another hand rests on your other shoulder, slowly turning you around. Pamela looks so heartbroken, and you let out a sob. It’s useless to fight her, you can’t, you’ve never been good at sticking up for yourself. She tucks your head into her shoulder, apologizing from some stupid thing that doesn’t even matter. Pamela cant even figure out what she was doing wrong, she’s reaching, apologizing for yelling, as if the months of emotional neglect aren’t a problem.

“I’m so tired, Pam.”

You know she’d be crying if wasn’t stopping herself, the last thing either of you wants is you to be covered in bubbling blisters.

“I’m sorry.”

You don’t bother trying to correct her, to tell her that you miss her. How could you? She’s always there, she’s never not fifteen feet away from you. You cant miss her. But still, you do.

“I miss you,” you cry out, repeating it over and over again.

“Hey, hey, hey, I’m right here, okay? I’m right here.” Her voice is soothing, lulling you into hopeful security. It isn’t until your eyes are drooping shut, you’re breathing heavy and loud, that you realize what she’s doing.

You don’t know what time it is, how long you’ve slept, or where you are, but it doesn’t matter, because the familiar scent of spring wraps around you like a blanket, and you sigh. Everything feels right, a sense of calm eases you, and you really can’t remember what you were so upset about last night.

“Morning,” Pamela whispers.

You feel her hand slide up to your shoulder and her chin softly pressing into your head. This is right, everything is okay.

You mumble back an obscured “G’morning” and bury yourself deeper into her.

Her chest shakes as she laughs lightly, and you grumble in protest from the movement.

“Can we just stay here?” you ask, threading your hand in her hair as you do so.

“I wish, but we’ve got plans, darling.”

You grumble, clearing annoyed. “Yeah but this is so much better.”

Pamela starts playing with your hair, careful not to tangle it. You feel happy at this, happy that she remembers how bad your bed head is.

“It is.”

“So we can stay here?”

Pamela starts laughing again, her chin rubbing against your head as she shakes her own. “No.”

“Plans, shlamsh! We don’t need to go anywhere.”

“I suppose we don’t need to, but we should. Selina and Harley are waiting on us, though.”

“They’ll entertain each other just fine without us.”

A moment of silence passes through the two of you, each taking in the thought of those two alone together.

“Yeah we need to leave.”

“Oh God, why did I tell them to wait for us?” Pamela asks, you don’t need to see her face to know she’s mortified.

“Selina’s probably at Harley’s throat about now. You told her not to bring those mutts right?”

No response.

“Right?”

“No…. I figured it would be common sense!”

“Harley doesn’t have common sense! She has Harley sense! She probably brought Bud and Lou!”

“We really need to leave, darling.”

Pamela’s up and out of the bed, dressed in a green blouse and black shorts before you even know it. You get up too, looking to the end of the bed. Frowning, you unzip the suitcase.

“I-I’m sorry, Pam. I don’t know what I was thinking last night. It was stupid, really.”

Pamela closes the suitcase, handing you a sweater of hers and a pair of leggings.

“It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have yelled.”

You nod your head, still taking the blame. Pamela smiles, giving you a kiss on the cheek.

The first kiss you’ve gotten from her in months.

#pamela lillian isley #poison ivy #poison ivy x reader #pamela isley #dc x reader #dceu fanfiction #dceu imagine #dc x you #pamela isley x reader #poison ivy x you #reader insert #x reader #x you #ansgt #hurtfic #dc fic #gotham sirens #pandorascript

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hxney-lemcn · 4 months

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Fake Dating — General! Scarecrow, Riddler, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Catwoman x gn! reader

summery: an excuse to pretend to date the rogues (some scenarios go better than others)

tw: Harassment, bad intentions (scarecrow), toxic ex

a/n: do some of these count as fake dating? It's more like kissing to throw someone off but same deal ig.

wc: 2.2k

Master List

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Scarecrow

❥Your stupid boss made you stay back late. They didn’t care that it was dangerous at night, and you had to walk home. No, only work came first, safety was barely a thought. You were rightfully pissed, and the thought of quitting briefly fluttered through your mind.

❥Which led to your current predicament. The streets of Gotham were dark as you walked along the wet pavements. Your paranoia was proved correct when a catcall was heard from behind you. You kept walking, hoping that ignoring them would deter their unwanted advances. You heard two more pairs of footsteps fall in sync with your own.

❥Your heart started beating faster, eyes frantically looking for a way out. You were on a main street, but the people of Gotham don’t look twice when someone needs help. The men continued to harass you as you walked faster. You didn’t want to lead them to where you live, but nowhere was open this late at night.

❥That’s when you saw him. You didn’t know who he was, but so far he was better than the men behind you. It was a 50/50 chance that he was gonna kill you. So you jogged up to him, a fake smile on your lips as you greeted him, “Hey…love.”

❥When Jonathan had gone out for some fresh air, the last thing he expecting was someone coming up to him and calling him…love. Remind him that perhaps staying in his lab was better than taking a break. Jon stared at you like you had two heads, but the way your breath was rapid, your pupils constricted, and your eyes kept glancing behind you. You were scared, something he found amusing. Eyes trailing behind you, two drunken men leaned against a wall, seemingly waiting for you to be alone again.

❥Jon wasn’t a good man, he found the fact you ended up looking to the master of fear for help hilarious, but he didn’t let that show on his face. You clearly didn’t know who he was, otherwise you would’ve taken the two drunken idiots. He could’ve had his fun, deny you help and watch as your fear grew. Hell, he could’ve taken you in for his own heinous experiments, but there was something about you that made him reconsider. Perhaps it was the fact you trusted him (at least enough that you weren’t just running away), or maybe it was a tinge of selfishness. He wanted to be the cause of your fear, not some lowlifes.

❥”Hello…dear,” Jon replied back awkwardly. He wasn’t used to helping people, less so treating a stranger like a loved one. You felt your body relax when the stranger complied. Not to mention the fact that he looked intimidating. He was outrageously tall and his expression was grim. The two men groaned loudly, crying out about maybe next time.

❥For some reason, that rubbed Jon the wrong way. You weren’t his, not in any way, he didn’t even know your name! But for some damned reason, he didn’t like the thought of those two coming back to haunt you. He was supposed to be the one who haunted people's nightmares, not some nobodies. It was a matter of pride. And so he walked over to the two men, hand fiddling with the new fear toxin he had created. It was a dust, that once ingested, it would take immediate effect. He needed some test subjects for it anyway.

❥You felt your blood drain at the sight of your two harassers start screaming as the stranger blew an orange dust at them. No, he was no stranger, he was the notorious Scarecrow, and when he turned back around, he felt utter delight at the fear that shone through your eyes.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Riddler

❥It was hard focusing on the mechanical work when Eddie wouldn’t stop talking. When his fans found out you were his assistant, they blew up, drawing art and speculating about your relationship. You’ve been a part of fandoms before, so you didn’t think much of it. But seeing fanart of you and Eddie kissing did take a bit of a toll on your mental health.

❥Eddie had a harder time ignoring it, which made it harder for you to ignore it. Whenever he would look himself up, you seemed to pop up with him. It irritated him greatly. I mean he was supposed to be the one getting all the praise and attention, not you. And the fact that they put you on a pedestal right next to him? Were they even really his fans? You were a mere assistant, he could swap you out for anyone!

❥He’s read multiple fanfics of you two. He would never admit it. He’d also deny how they would make his heart pitter patter like an absolute sap. You bet your ass you walked in on him one time, laying on his stomach, feet kicking in the air as the fanfic he read concluded with the two of you kissing. He totally has an alt account that likes and shares all the stories he really thinks make him shine.

❥”Maybe if we pretended to date they’d get off our backs,” You offered. It was absolutely ridiculous and you knew it, but you’d do anything to get some work done in peace. Eddie scoffed, looking at you with a slight sneer. Really, how idiotic could you get? Why should he give those morons what they want? Absolutely not.

❥Yeah he caved pretty quickly. There was no other reason than to quench the masses. Nope. Nada. Why would he want to date you? He’s a man of intellect, not emotion. Mhm. Totally. And when he went live one day (obviously he covered his tracks so no one could find his location), and when you kissed his cheek on said live, the masses went crazy. In fact, your little plan had the opposite effect.

❥Eddie ate up all the attention you were bringing him. The revelation blew up on social media (much to Batman’s disarray). This caused Eddie to be even more annoying, and you found yourself completing even less work than before. He’d stop you to show how well someone drew him, he showed you praise, that was meant for you both, but twisted it to be about him only. He was a menace, but he was a charming menace.

❥The line between reality and fake blurred between you both. Now your role as assistant included showering Eddie with affection, on and off camera. You’d huff and puff about it, putting on a show of how much you didn’t want to kiss his cheek goodbye if you left the hideout, but deep down you loved it. No one was as close to the green clad man as you had become, and you felt a sense of pride that you had managed to overcome those barriers. Maybe you should thank your fans for aggressively shipping the two of you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Harley Quinn

❥You found yourself dreading friend night. You and your friends would take time out of your busy schedules and catch up. Whether it would be about work, dating life, or any wrong doings you encountered. It was all fun…until they all started dating. Of course you were happy for them, that they were happy with their partners and wanted everyone to meet them. But that made you feel more of an outsider.

❥You frowned as the group chat bounced with more and more texts. You all were going to hang out tonight, and you were the last one to have a partner to bring with. Harley had noticed that your lovely smile was gone, so she asked about it. When you explained the situation to her she looked dumbfounded. “I’ll just go as your partner then, silly!”

❥That’s how you found yourself nearly sitting in Harley Quinn's lap during karaoke. Some of your friends were off put by the fact that Harley freaking Quinn was there, but the others welcomed her with open arms. She was loud, rambunctious, and never failed to sing loud and proud, even if she didn’t know the song. She also was being overly affectionate…well if she wasn’t already.

❥When she noticed one of your friends and their partner getting lovey dovey, she’d lean over and give you a kiss with a loud ‘mwah’. She held onto you tightly the entire night, boasting about how great you were and she was lucky you picked her. It was nice, but it felt bittersweet. She wasn’t saying that as your lover, she was saying that so your friends bought the story.

❥As the night finished, you found yourself in a worse place than you started. Bringing Harley made you realize just what you were missing. But Harley was a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it. So as you waved goodbye to all your friends, she wrapped her arms around your waist, leaning her head on your shoulder. “How about we do this for reals?”

❥Did you really think she’d let the night end there?

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Poison Ivy

❥You glared at your phone. They just wouldn’t leave you alone. You had blocked them from everything, and they still managed to contact you. It was over between the two of you but they couldn’t get the hint. No, it wasn’t even a hint anymore. You were practically screaming into their face that you were over them.

❥It went too far when they had reached out to you via your address. Even worse, you were having a day in with Pamela Isley, better known as Poison Ivy. Even worse than that? They had sent you a bouquet of red roses. Ivy frowned from where she sat, eyeing the vase with disdain. You yourself felt very similarly.

❥You didn’t even notice when Ivy walked up to you, taking the card that was imbedded in the dead flowers. Her expression continued to sour as she read the note. “You have quite the taste,” She murmured, tossing the card into the bin. “That taste has changed quite a while ago,” You replied back, unsure what to do with the flowers.

❥Ivy asked you to explain. So you told her about your previous relationship, how you ended things, and how they seemed to cling to you desperately still. She only let out a small ‘tsk’. She wasn’t jealous, no. She had no reason to be. She had the world at her fingertips. She could also tell when someone was lying, and you were telling the truth.

❥”Show them you moved on,” Ivy offered, taking a seat on the couch once more. You placed the flowers on a table, you’ll decide what to do with them later. You asked her how you could do that when that’s all you’ve been trying to do. She beckoned you closer, then grabbed your phone. Unlocking it, she pulled you closer into her, causing you to fall onto the couch. Then, she brought your face towards her and pressed your lips together. You felt like your problems vanished in an instant, unaware of the photo Ivy took. Then she pulled away, finding the unwanted admirer of yours quickly and sent the photo.

❥You watched with slight terror, only for Ivy to shut your phone off. If your ex was truly smart, they’d realize the woman you’re kissing in that photo was Poison Ivy, and that if they didn’t back off she wouldn’t take it lightly. But who knew, they were never the smart type. And you couldn’t help but long for more than just the taste Ivy had given you, your ex a distant memory.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Catwoman

❥Catwoman ran solo, everyone knew that. She worked best on her own. So when she asked you to accompany her on one of her heists, you did a double take. When you had asked her to clarify, she only winked. Oh how you hated how she had you wrapped around her pinky finger, but that’s how she likes them. She also promised a cut, which was more than enough to entice you.

❥She had you on watch guard. Not too bad you suppose. It wasn’t until the jewelry stores’ security alarm went off that you felt yourself double thinking this. You’d never leave Selina behind, but the thought of getting caught made your blood pump faster. You glanced around for witnesses, and only watched as people scuttled away. An alarm blaring was never a good sign, especially in Gotham.

❥Selina slinked down, civilian attire helping her blend in. You furrowed your eyebrows, not sure how she normally stole, but this seemed out of the ordinary. Selina pulled you away into the alley. Before you could ask her what the plan was, her lips were on yours. You gasped in surprise, sirens starting to ring out. Even scarier was the fact that a dark shadow overpassed you both.

❥Although, it was hard to think when she held you, when her lips pushed into yours so fervently. But you knew who she really was hiding from this time. Batman passed over, not even giving you both a second thought. Selina pulled away, she sent you a wink before sashaying away. You followed quickly, trying to ignore the way your heart pounded faster.

❥”If you’re really good, you might see more of those in your future,” Selina smirked.

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