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marshmallow---pillow · 16 hours
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Jason: I have horse-like reflexes
Henchman: Don't you mean cat-like
Jason: No *kicks him right in the fuckign mouth*
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finzphoenix · 3 days
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A certain scene from the fanfiction Cat & Mouse, written by the lovely @caesariawritesstuff who also happens to be the one who commissioned this wee thingy. If Riddler/reader is your cup of tea, do check out their fic, it makes for an fantastic read! 🖤🤍
OC (c) caesariawritesstuff
Art (c) Finzphoenix
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caesariawritesstuff · 22 hours
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We don't talk nearly enough about these two lines of dialogue from Arkham: Origins. They're easy to miss, but it's so interesting hearing what people think about him as Enigma throughout the game.
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agropuff · 2 days
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some akj sketches
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mottemort · 2 months
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Red Hood & Arkham Knight
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oumu-omu · 8 months
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"It's meaningless"
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thesandsofelsweyr · 4 months
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My absolutely adorable commission by @kikipancakes of AK Jay taking care of his beloved houseplant 🪴
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dentresidence · 6 months
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Look at this loser 🗣🗣
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karenramenk-arts · 13 days
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Tumbl er pls let me post my dumb riddler sketch things
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kitty-i-swear-to-gosh · 2 months
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I like when Batman is a creacher
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hollytanaka · 9 months
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BATMAN: ARKHAM KNIGHT | 2/? ↳ "You're good, Dark Knight. Even better than I remember. It's going to make it even more satisfying when I kill you."
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Read your latest fic, poor AK!Jason… he’s been tortured so much and thank goodness Joker is dead
Thank you!! :D
Sorry for taking so long to answer, college has been hectic lately!!
thank goodness Joker is dead
Yes :) , 🤡->💀🥩🍖
Read your latest fic, poor AK!Jason… he’s been tortured so much
Jason will be smothered in love and affection. Do not worry :)
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Jason's almost dozing off when he finds him, curled up on the couch that overlooks the green patch outside, basking in the sunlight like an oversized kitten. With the way he sniffs out the best sun spots to nap in—he might as well be one.
His hair is sticking out in all directions, giving him a boy-ish look—or bird-like—An adorable Robin. The ruffled look of his over-sized Tee does nothing to negate the observation. He's fallen asleep reading, because of course he has.
Dick soundlessly treads towards him, and crouches next to the couch—just reveling in the sight of his brother, safe and whole, for a small moment. He's missed him so much. Jason's face is pressed into his book. His face is slightly flushed from staying in the sun for so long. His hair is disheveled—unruly, black curls sticking out all over the place.
In a moment of pure self-indulgence, he reaches to smooth them out, despite the fact that they never stay down. Jason's eyelashes are so long, he realizes, the sun light is making them obvious. How do they not get tangled up when he blinks? The thought rises unbidden. And that's the sign he needs to go to sleep. He hasn't been able to for days. Never has, not so away from his baby brother. Not after what happened the last time he took his eyes off him.
("There has been an incident"
Screams, screams, laughter. An ugly, disfigured sound that digs into his ribs and writhes, until he thinks he's laughing too.
He doesn't know who's screaming. He knows the thing beneath his fists is. He thinks he's screaming too. )
Jason looks so peaceful.
Nightmares rarely spare him enough sleep. He's interrupting Jason's much needed rest. But he can't bring himself to get up, or remove his hand from his brother's hair. They're so soft and fluffy, jet black ringlets droop over his forehead, his cheek, which has just lost it's hollow look—so he looks his age. If not for the J-shaped brand hiding under the red-blue wonder woman band-aid, and the scarring around his mouth, he'd be a normal teenager, napping on a mid-summer Sunday afternoon.
As if sensing his thoughts, Jason's face twitches. Like a mouse. Adorable. His brain supplies delightfully. The fact that he was about to coo at a dozing teenager reminds him that his brain has the tendency of taking pot-shots off him when it's gone too long without sleep. But Jason looks so adorable—Alright, time to go to bed. He moves to press a small kiss on the kid's locks, breathing in the smell of vanilla and mallow.
"Weirdo", Goddamnit.
"Hey, Jay"
Jason emerges from his cocoon, and stretches. Like a cat—Sleep. Yeah he needs sleep.
"Hey Dickface"
There are creases running at the side of his face, from where his face was pressed to the book.
"Missed you, Jay"
Jason pauses, "Missed you too", he doesn't meet his eyes, slender, scarred hands snaking to the hem of his tee to fiddle with it instead.
"Dick?"
The anxious lilt of his voice shakes the sleep out of him, and suddenly he feels his muscles tense, just as they do when he's about to make a kill.
"What happened to—to—"
"Mhm?", he encourages, resting a hand on his shoulder. He knows what's about to come. It makes sense, Jason was only partly conscious from blood loss and exhaustion.
(Soft, breakable flesh. Brittle bones. Viscous blood—red. Why is it red? Why is it human?
Why did you kill my brother? )
What brought this on?—Doesn't matter anymore. This conversation has been long due.
(It looks grotesque, child-like (Even in death it's mocking the actual, breathing child it killed), curled up in it's own blood and piss. The blows land and it's all spit and guttural screams. It doesn't have a tongue— not anymore. Dick won't get his answers, but he can't stop. Can't stop screaming.
Why did you kill my brother? )
"—the Joker?", Jason's voice has fallen an octave. He presses another kiss to his forehead for being so, so brave. He couldn't say his name without flinching before.
Jason leans into it, eyes closed. Oh his sweet baby brother. He lifts an arm in invitation. Jason slides down immediately, curling up next to him. He cards through his hair, trying to find the words.
(Why did you kill my brother?
Toothless, broken jaws move. He punches it again. And then again. And then again. Stop laughing. Cell—Cell—the mouth forms words.)
Jason let's him take his time, basking in the affection—like a cat curled up in the sun— he idly brushes off a stray eyelash from his brother's cheek, and then rubs small circles on it.
(His brother is so thin— soft, birdlike bones and whimpers as he wraps him in a cocoon, and holds him and weeps into his matted hair, kissing it over and over again. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.)
Jason's eyes have bags under them. He traces them with his thumb. Jason hasn't been sleeping well either.
(How do I tell you I ripped Gotham apart when I couldn't find you in it? Without making you anxious about what'll happen if I'm too late aga—
"I killed him"
Jason exhales, his shoulders relax, as if Dick's just taken the weight of the heavens off his fragile, birdlike shoulders. Did Jason not know? Was he stewing in dread all this time? How could he have been so blind?
Jason nestles closer, looking content, as if he's in the most comfortable spot on the planet, and not into the hard kevlar of his Renegade suit.
"Just making sure", he can hear the shit-eating grin in his voice. He can't help the abrupt laughter that bubbles up his throat like carbonation. He can't even bring himself to mind. I love you so much little brother.
Jason's laugh is beautiful sound.
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finzphoenix · 25 days
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When your birthday feels like nothing but an april fools' joke... -
Why did I draw him like that?? Noo, bby ;__;💔
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What I imagine the Riddler was thinking when he decided to move into the orphanage
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ravenna-reid · 1 month
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Ok but hear me out.
Jason Todd and Forensic Psychologist Reader.
Imagine you caught Jason's attention when some of his guys were randomly discussing who the best forensic psychologist in Gotham City was. After that, he made it his mission to find out everything about you, and in the process he ended up becoming sick with infatuation.
So now you've been, well, you wouldn't call it dating but you'd both been seeing each other for a few months. Up in your penthouse apartment, far from the common Gotham crime. It made Jason glad, the idea of you being so high up and far away from the dark alley ways and thugs. But what really made him sleep a little easier at night was the fact that he had installed new locks onto your windows and door.
So now you both laid there, tangled in your silk sheets. Jason was whispering sweet nothings to you in between kisses.
"My little psychologist." His lips locked onto yours before you pulled away.
"Little?" He stopped looking for your lips and finally opened his eyes to take you in. Even when you were trying to look annoyed you were gorgeous.
"I meant it in an endearing way. I promise."
"Well, your little psychologist has to go to work now." You teased as you began to manoeuvre your way out of his large arms. Jason quickly tightened them around your waist.
"No wait-" He said pulling you back in. Jason accidentally let that slither of desperation show again. But you loved it. "Stay, please."
Wry smile on your lips, you began to slip back into bed. "Alright, but only because it's you..."
You initiated the kiss this time as he melted back into your touch. Hands travelling around your waist to your back. Body pressed against yours.
"My little vigilante." You laughed, and he gave a smirk in return.
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a-noodle-doodle · 2 months
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Hear me out....
Redraw of this panel from Robin (1993) #64
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(I'm sorry if this sounds too demanding, it's only supposed to be a suggestion)
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I HAD NO IDEA THERE WAS A CROSSOVER COMIC WITH THEM??? HELLO?? THEY'RE SO SILLY??? 😭😭
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