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The Arkham Knight : The Beginning

A fanfic rp story

Blurb: Harley Quinn couldn't believe her eyes when she saw the battered Robin sitting in the middle of the room, tied to a chair with barbed wire. As she approached him, she noticed the scars on his face and realized who he was - Jason Todd, the second Robin. She reveled in the fact that her beloved Joker had managed to capture the bird.

As she began to speak to him, attempting to torture his mind further, she was surprised to learn how much he hated Batman and wanted to kill him. She listened intently as he told her about his plan to take down the Dark Knight and avenge his own death. She could see the determination in his eyes, and she knew that he was serious.

Harley saw an opportunity in Jason's hatred for Batman. She told him that he could be her knight in shining armor if he managed to kill the Caped Crusader. She promised him that if he succeeded, she would have the Joker all to herself.

As she untied him, she gave him the weapons he needed and sent him on his way, knowing that he would stop at nothing to get his revenge. But as she watched him go, she couldn't help but wonder if she had made a mistake. Would Jason succeed in killing Batman? And if he did, what would become of Harley and the Joker?

Only time would tell, but one thing was certain: Harley had just set in motion a chain of events that would change the course of Gotham City's history forever.

Read the full story below: the story is in the form a roleplay that can be found on Twitter here

Harley was takin' a leisurely stroll down the halls of Arkham Asylum, hummin' a little tune to herself, when she did a double-take. Pig tails bouncing, an eerie grin on 'er face.

the sounds of lousy 'ol men moanin' an' groanin' about how they wanna get outta tha damn place. "Can't ya jsut SHUT UP?" Harley randomly yelled. "you're ruinin' ma song!"

she noticed a door that was usually wide open was then closed. "hm, do we have a newcomer?" tha harlequin ask herself.

Right smack dab in tha middle of tha room was none other than tha battered Robin, tied up in barbed wire. "hello little guy!" eyes gleamin' at the new toy to play with.

the boy, sat on a chair in tha middle of tha room lookin all comfy! approachin' him she took him his uniform and squealed.

"well, well, well," she purred, a sly grin spreadin' across her lips. "Looks like Puddin' caught himself a birdie!" she let out a little giggle, twirlin' a strand of her hair around her finger. "you're a long way from the nest, ain't ya?!"

a weary sigh escaped jason's lips, bouncing off the frigid walls of the cell. his head hung low, barely able to lift it in the dank, dimly lit chamber. he knew all too well where he was: the infamous arkham asylum.

muted cries of desperation from fellow inmates could be heard faintly in the distance. the man's mouth was parched, his left eye swollen and his vision blurred. suddenly, the unmistakable voice of harley quinn echoed down the corridor, sending a shiver down his spine.

the mere sound of her voice turned his stomach. if he wasn't going to be tormented by the clown prince of crime, he'd have to endure the cruel taunts of his harlequin. the barbed wire wrapped around his body and limbs had become a cruel extension of his body, the sharp points digging into his flesh with each movement.

as the door to his cell creaked open, he slowly turned his head to the side, his gaze still downcast. he remained silent, refusing to give her the satisfaction of a response. with a twisted smirk, harley called him her "little birdie," causing him to clench his teeth and whisper through gritted teeth, "don't call me that."

Harley's noggin went from side to side as she circled ta beat up boy, takin' in his uniform, cuts, and bruises. She poked his chest where his 'R' was, wearin' a wicked grin on her kisser as she spoke.

"aawwh, come on birdie," she taunted. "you're no fun if ya don't play with me." But the kid refused to reply, his peepers burnin' with hate for her.

Harley's grin turned into a scowl as she threatened him. "If you're not gonna play with me, I'll have to bring out my mallet an' teach ya a lesson, bird brain!" she said, her voice low and dangerous.

She then caressed his face, lookin' at him with a mix of both delight an' menace as she whispered in a sing song tune, "How could eva' the big 'ol bat leave one o' his birdies along like that?"

Runnin' her thumb across tha fresh 'J' on his face, she couldn't help but chuckle to herself. But then, unexpectedly, ta kid just spoke. Harley jumped back, surprised by tha sudden outburst.

"Why ain't ya a birdie no more?" she asked, her voice in a surprised tone.

Jason couldn't even bring himself to meet her gaze as she mocked him for being no fun to play with. There was a time in his past when he was young and fearless, charging into battle without a second thought. But times had changed, and now he felt broken. He knew that this wasn't the end, though. Joker hadn't killed him yet, no matter how much he begged for release from this hell.

As she threatened him, he slumped back and looked at her through heavy-lidded eyes. He was ready to take whatever beating she had in store for him. "I'm used to it," he muttered, his voice barely audible. He wasn't even sure if she heard him, his body failing to keep up with his act.

When she touched his face, he knew she was only taunting him further. But for a few moments, he closed his eyes and let himself drift off to sleep. Her hands were warm against his skin, possibly the first point of contact that didn't bruise or cut him. As she spoke, his heart felt like it was being wrung out like a washcloth. She reminded him of how he ended up in this situation.

When Harley pressed her finger against his fresh scar, pain shot through his body. He winced, but only briefly. He was getting used to the pain, learning how to lose himself in it. There was no shortcut, no way out.

After he told her he was no longer Robin, he watched her closely, waiting for her reaction. Part of him wondered if she knew about Joker's plan to capture him. "Why do you think?" he asked, a bold move for him. Maybe his spirit wasn't as broken as his body after all.

Th' jester was chillin', her hands restin' on her knees while she locked eyes with th' bird boy. He had tha nerve ta spit some words back at her - did he really think he could question THE Harley Quinn? Who was runnin' this show? Her eyes widened, both impressed by his boldness and angry at his words.

"Hey! I'm the one askin' the questions 'round here!" she barked, her high-pitched voice ringin' through the room. She started circlin' him again, thinkin' that if he still had tha nerve ta talk back, he wasn't scared enough of her. And that needed ta change.

"Let me get this straight - you're callin' yourself not Robin anymore, but you're still wearin' that damn uniform... you see how that don't make sense, right?!" she continued. As she circled him, she noticed how tha barbed wire was diggin' into his skin, leaving old drops of blood smeared onto his crimson uniform. Was she feelin' sorry for this kid? Nahh.

In a sudden move, Harley grabbed the back of his chair an' leaned in close to his ear, whisperin', "Was that you cryin' last night? Callin' for Batsy ta come save ya?" She taunted him. "Guess what, birdy - he ain't comin'. He forgot about ya. He don't want ya back. He's got a new birdie now... wanna see?" She kissed his cheek, leavin' a lipstick mark, then straightened up an' hopped onto tha boy's lap, pullin' out a picture from her clothes.

She showed it ta him - a picture of tha B man and some new kid, wearin' a very similar uniform. "Looks like you were right, kid. You ain't Robin no more, 'cause he's got someone else!" She cackled, her eerie high-pitched laugh ringin' around them once again.

As he took a deep breath, the pain shot through his chest like a bullet. He tried to ignore the psycho chick's taunts, but it was like white noise at this point. He knew she was just doing her job for her crazy lover, the clown. And here he was, alone with the demons in his head.

What was her deal? Was she just being stupid or did she have nothing left to say? Of course he was wearing his uniform, did she not know the story? The one where her beloved Joker dragged him and hung him up like a lamb for slaughter? Maybe she missed that part.

Normally, he'd try to talk his way out of this or use his field training to escape. But would it even work this time? Their words were getting to him, and Batman wasn't coming to save him. Did he even still care?

He fought hard not to let their words change his perception of his father, but it was getting harder every time he spoke up for Batman. Defending his mentor and pleading for his help only led to beatings and bloodshed.

As she grabbed the back of his chair, he took a sharp breath, knowing what was coming. Another beating. He could hardly remember what happened last night; his brain tried to erase any trauma associated with it. Was he still holding onto the hope that Batman would come?

His once hopeful, ocean blue eyes were now filled with pain as he looked at the picture. And that's when his heart shattered. It was official, and he couldn't believe it. "No," he muttered, hyperventilating and struggling against his restraints as tears streamed down his cheeks. How could Batman do this to him?

Harley wasn't given any orders 'bout dis kid. She was actin' on her own, 'cause Mistah J didn't tell her what he planned ta do with da lil' bird who's no longer Robin. What did he have in mind for him?

Finally, da boy gave her somethin'. She heard da hitch in his breath an' it made her grin from ear ta ear. But he still didn't say a word. Dis kid was gettin' on her nerves, but he also kept her interested. She enjoyed playin' with him like a black widow playin' with its prey before devourin' it.

Now, sittin' on his lap with one arm 'round his shoulders, she watched his reaction ta da photo. But she wasn't prepared for da boy's response. He looked not only broken, but betrayed and hurt. "Dawhh- did I hit a nerve? hmm" Harley stroked his hair, not ta comfort him, but ta tease him. Her hands were stained with his blood from earlier. What da heck did Mistah J do ta dis kid?

"Ugh!" she exclaimed as she stood up. "Don't just cry like a big baby! Tell me how much ya hate him now. Tell me how much ya wanna kill da new boy who replaced ya! Is he even wearin' your cape or somethin'? How does dat work?"

"Tell ya what," Harley spoke after a short while, hands on her hips as she made her way back ta da boy. "If ya promise me ta kill da Bat too, I'll give ya da means ta do it with."

That photo, the proof that his old man, his mentor, chose someone else over him. Maybe that's why he never bothered to find him. They call him the greatest detective, but if that's true, he should've found him by now. Which means he never even looked. But now he knows why.

Her hand ran through his hair, slick with old blood. It was almost soothing, but he knew what she was up to - playing mind games. Trying to push him over the edge by giving him a moment of peace, then snatching it away. Nice try, but he's been through too much for that.

His body was failing him again, and he was mad. So mad he wanted to scream, but instead, he found himself crying. Was it from the pain, or something else entirely? He didn't know. He looked around, desperate for a way out, but he was stuck, trapped like a bird in a cage.

His visual search came to a stop as he looked at Harley. She had something to offer him. Something that teetered on the edge of madness and sweet, sweet revenge. She even talked about offing the Bat...

He'd heard that line before, too many times to count. It almost seemed normal now, and sometimes he even craved it. To make Bruce feel the same agony he felt. But he shook his head, low and slow.

Harley gave him plenty o' time ta think, but now she wants things done 'er way. He's bein' too quiet, an' that's no fun at all. "No?" She says with a dramatic sigh.

Kickin' his chair so he falls backward, she taunts him with a "Byeeee." But that's not enough for wastin' her time an' refusin' her offer. She struts over to tha boy, still bound ta his chair, an' presses her foot onto his chest.

"Rule number one: If you're not a birdie anymore, ya answer to me!" Her foot presses harder inta his ribcage. "Rule number two: Ya should have accepted it, bird brain!" She holds up two fingers ta emphasize her point.

She can see tha boy getting angrier, an' that's thrillin' for her. "Don't ya hate him?" she asks. "Don't ya see what he did to ya? He let ya go on your own an' never came for ya. Instead, he found some otha kid!"

"Ya've been replaced. Why not show him what he missed, huh?" She leans down closer ta him, twirling a strand of hair with her fingers. "I want you ta kill the Bat for me. Can you do it?"

Harley wishes she had her bat or mallet with her. It would be so much quicker ta get her answer that way! There's nothing in tha damn room to hit him with, except for her fists. But she gives him one last chance ta do as she says.

His eyelids shut tight, trying to erase the sight of his ex-mentor letting the new Robin take up his mantle. Suddenly, he was thrown backward with a jarring shock that sent him reeling.

His head smacked into the ground with a brutal thump, eliciting a grunt of agony from his lips. His vision grew more hazy, and he gasped for air as the wind was knocked out of him upon impact.

The barbed wire dug into his flesh, drawing fresh blood with each movement he made. He couldn't take it any longer. Every time he tried to shift to a new spot, he felt aches he was sure he hadn't felt before.

With her foot planted firmly on his chest, he felt like he was on death's door. His eyes drooped, and he coughed violently as he struggled to breathe.

She was right. He had to let Bruce know he was alive, and he had to make him pay for not coming after him. He needed to show him that he could beat him.

His jaw clenched, and he spat out a mouthful of blood as her boot slammed into his face, forcing him to look away from her. "Fine. I'll do it - I'll kill Batman," Jason growled.

For a moment, there was nothing but silence, and then she lifted her boot. "I'll...kill...Batman," he repeated, fully aware of what he was saying as he looked up at the harlequin.

An' just like that, Harley found herself tha perfect chance ta make someone do her wicked biddin'. Take out tha Bat so she could have Puddin' all ta herself! Ain't it a beautiful day?

"Hmph!" Harley pretended ta mull ova his offer, tapping her finger on tha side of her chin an' playfully rollin' her eyes. "Alrighty then!" she shrugged.

"You can't take on Batman like this, sweetie. He'll just laugh at ya! But lucky for us, blondie here knows just what ta do!" She gestured towards her chest with 'er thumb.

Spinning around, she hollered towards tha door. "Hey, you guys! Get in 'ere an' do something!" Harley ordered her goons ta release Jason from 'is restraints.

Harley expected him ta be all ready for action or somethin', but that wasn't tha case at all! She turned ta tha men again an' asked them to get him some clothes from Arkham's laundry an' then ta move him to another cell later on.

As they scurried off ta obey her, Harley kept her eyes on tha boy, who still hadn't gotten up from tha floor. Arms folded across her chest, she asked him, "So, how long have ya been here?"

Harley was a bit bummed she didn't have a hand in his capture, but now that he was up for doin' her biddin', she was a happy girl.

He shut his eyes, but this time he did it slowly. In relief, no less. He heard the ruckus but didn't give a damn. All he could think about was how he was about to be free from these damn restraints.

He forgot the days when he last stood on his own two feet. It felt like an eternity ago. His pity party was interrupted by the sensation of being hauled upright again. Men cutting the barbed wire from around his chest. He was jolted off the chair and onto the floor. Rude, but at least he was somewhat free.

Once again, he was on the ground. It felt good to be in a different position. Hell, just being able to move his body at all felt like a luxury at the moment.

The men left, and he let out a sigh. He tried to get up, but his body was weak from atrophy and shaking like a leaf. He felt his weight ten times more than before, even though his Robin outfit was slightly bigger than before.

He heard her ask a dumb question. He had no concept of time anymore. He had no idea how long he'd been stuck there, but it felt like forever.

"Weeks? Months?" he threw out a guess, hoping she'd leave him the hell alone. He stirred and rolled onto his back, looking up at her.

Th' clown-faced gal blinked at th' boy in front of her. Weeks? Months? He's been held hostage fer that long? Geez... that's harsh.

"Fine!" she spat out, not lettin' her Harleen side interfere with her twisted plans. As she saw him strugglin' to even move, she shook her head at him. "Ya better get ready, we got a ton o' stuff ta do!"

As they both locked eyes, she could see he was just as wrecked as she was. She then dropped tha orange Arkham jumpsuit onto his chest, her hands returning ta her hips. "Keep 'em until they move ya outta tha cell, ya gonna stay for a while."

Tha jester told tha goons which cell he would be taken to, ta have him showered an' fed. Meanwhile, she pulled some strings in 'er favor ta get tha ball rollin'.

With Joker away on some other task, she had ta run the place herself. She was more than capable anyway. These men were scared outta their minds of tha queen o' crime!

"Oh, and if ya try ta escape? The offer's off tha table, an' ya can kiss the light of day goodbye!" she yelled into his face. Turnin' around, she headed for tha exit to begin her master plan.

First thing she checked was who else 'happened' to be in Arkham. That kid needs some training' but also new toys an' a whole new look!

Did he sell his soul to the devil? 'Cause that's what it felt like. That orange jumpsuit was a real kick in the pants. Never in a million years did he think he'd be sporting Arkham's threads.

Some other slammer? Maybe. But not Arkham. No point in dwelling on the past though. Robin was gone, dead to him, dead to everyone, especially his old man.

He had to take it day by day and rise up from the ashes. Show Batman that he's not some punk off the street he took in out of pity. Take on the Robin mantle only to rip it away from him.

Were those the Joker's words or his own? It was all starting to blur together. But one thing was for sure, they were right. He didn't need anyone to save him, he could do it himself.

Then three goons come up on him and drag him to another cell, or so he thought. They knew who Robin was, 'cause he probably handed them their asses before. Well, now it was payback time, 'cause they didn't leave until he was out cold.

He woke up to the icy water from the shower running over him, huddled up in a corner. 'Get up and get ready before the boss lady shows up' one of the goons who just laid a beating on him said.

With her pigtails bouncin', hummin' her favorite tune, Harley sauntered down tha halls of Arkham, draggin' her mallet along tha steel cages of those foolish animals who dared to run Gotham without her an' her puddin'.

Despite tha screams an' insults hurled at her, Harley was lost in her own thoughts, focusin' on her plan. That is, until she heard no calls that didn't fight back or throw insults from a particular cell. She had ta investigate.

Tha jester leaned against tha steel bars with a light thud, tauntin' Deathstroke who lounged on his bed, throwin' a ball against tha wall. "Whassup, daddy?" she said, grinning mischievously.

"You lookin' ta bust outta here? 'Cause I got a deal for ya." She knew he wasn't tha friendly type, but Harley wanted something from him.

"I got fresh meat for ya," she said, swingin' against tha bars ta catch Slade's interest. She giggled as she heard tha ball stop its thuddin' against tha concrete wall. She had his attention.

"I need ya to train someone for me. And if ya do it, I promise I won't stop ya this time." She ended tha sentence in her sultry tone, rememberin' when her an' Joker meddled in Deathstroke's business an' ended up in Arkham. Just adding her own touch to it.

Slade's eyes fixated on the harlequin with a scowl. "I ain't your puppet, Quinn," he growled before returning to tossing the ball against the wall, the room reverberating with each thud.

He was there on his own mission. A lone wolf, Slade had no interest in getting involved in what he saw as kiddie games with Harley and her clown. But when he overheard Harley talking about training someone, he became curious. And so he sat up in his bed, taking in the jester on the other side of the cell.

"Who? And why should I agree to this?" Slade wasn't one to mince words.

Meanwhile, Jason hurried through his shower, shuddering under the frigid water that felt like needles piercing his skin. It had been months since he had felt anything, so the pain was almost a relief.

His broken ankle made it difficult to stand upright, but after much effort, he managed to pull on his orange jumpsuit and hobble back to his cell. Once inside, he lay down on what passed for a bed and let the pain wash over him as his body readjusted to being upright again.

"Ya know, you're in a pretty tight spot now, ey? Means ya gotta follow what I say!" Harley taunted tha one-eyed marksman with a sly grin on her face. "We got someone in here who was taken from tha Bat, could be a real nice tool ta use against him if ya got some beef with tha big guy. And guess what, you'll get a whole buncha' shiny new toys to play with, 'cause Roman's warehouse is goin' up in smoke!" she finished with a cackle, layin' out her master plan.

Sure, Mistah J would never have let her go off on her own like this, but Harley was gonna show 'im. Show her puddin' that she could run tha show on 'er own. He always talked big about killing tha Bat, but he never got anywhere with it!

Once Slade reluctantly agreed ta her plan, she clapped her hands an' squealed with delight. "Yay! I'll bust you outta' here an' introduce ya to your new student!"

Returnin' to Jason's cell, she knocked on tha steel bars. "Knock, knock, birdieee! Tomorrow you'll have a new trainin' partner, so ya better get ready... oh, an' here's a little prezie for ya!" She tossed in tha photo of Batman an' the new Robin, stirrin' up Jason's emotions an' fueling his rage even more.

Slade would jump at the chance to get revenge on Batman, especially now that he knows who's been taken from him. Deathstroke and Jason, as Robin, have a bit of history between them, having crossed paths before.

Despite being more free to move, Jason is curled up in a ball, finding comfort in the pain that lulls him to sleep. When he opens his eyes, he sees the jester knocking on the steel and

babbling about a training partner. Doesn't she see how messed up he is? He knows he has to tough it out, but he's worried about more beatings.

He wonders who this new training partner could be, and for a moment, he's afraid it's the Joker, playing games with his mind. But he shakes off the thought and looks at the photo that stirs up his stomach.

He can't make out who the new face is, but he wonders if this person is different from him, someone who isn't filled with rage or from the wrong side of the tracks.

The urge to tear the photo to shreds is strong, but he takes a shaky breath and places it under his pillow, using it as a goal to motivate him to come back stronger. The night is full of dark memories and dreams, and he has no idea what the next day will bring.

Tha siren blared, sendin' a thrill down Harley's spine. Nothin' like a little chaos ta start tha day, she thought. Her plan was finally goin' inta motion, and she was giddy with excitement.

"Rise and shine, fellas!" she sang, her voice echoing through tha halls as she pranced around.

She stopped in front of a particular cell, leanin' against tha bars with a wicked grin. "Good mornin', birdie! Time fer class!" she said, jinglin' a pair of handcuffs in her hand.

She didn't bother waitin' fer an answer before unlockin' the door and cuffin' the boy. He was a tall one, she noted, and kinda cute. "Don't mind me, handsome," she purred, runnin' a finger down his arm. "Just takin' ya on a little field trip."

Harley's men escorted tha boy to the courtyard, where she joined them after fetchin' Deathstroke. "Today's gonna be a good day," she told one of her goons, grinnin' from ear ta ear. "It's like watchin' a cockfight - two opponents in a ring, fightin' it out. That's what I call trainin'!"

As she settled in ta watch tha bloodshed, Harley felt a rush of excitement wash over her. It was gonna be a great day.

The night was a real mind fuck, filled with terror and darkness that consumed his being. His body felt like a raggedy old piece of cloth, exhausted and worn out, yet his mind was plagued with twisted dreams of pain, death, and betrayal by his former mentor.

As he woke up, he felt groggy and disoriented, staring at the drippy sink in his cell, which made him feel like puking his guts out. He couldn't choose the luxury suite, could he? At least he had a roof over his head and a bed to sleep on.

"Fuck this," Jason muttered to himself, staring at his broken reflection in the mirror once he got up, which was about to shatter any moment. He recalled his training days when Bruce used to say, "Focus on what you want to achieve," which Jason repeated to himself.

The moment he saw the cuffs, he knew he was in for another round of torture or something similar. The anxiety level shot up, but he held back his fear, not daring to show his weakness.

Despite his sore ankle, he was dragged to the courtyard, where he squinted his eyes and rubbed them to adjust to the daylight. As he tried to regain his focus, he saw someone approaching him in an orange jumpsuit. He wondered if it was Grayson or someone else, but it turned out to be Deathstroke -this ought to be hell.

Once tha jester caught sight of her two puppets giving each other tha stink eye in the courtyard, she dropped her slice of pizza an' leaned forward like she was watchin' a blockbuster movie scene. Her henchmen in tha background were already placin' bets on who would draw first blood.

She tried to make out if they were saying anything, but so far it was all silence. Harley let out a sigh and sat up, adjusting her pigtails. "Why's she gotta do everything 'round here?" she grumbled. It didn't take long for her ta strut out ta them.

"Y'all gonna exchange life stories or are ya gonna train?" she snarled in Jason's face. "Don'tcha know we got a mission ta do? You," she jabbed a finger at Salde, "ya gotta train him," she pointed at Jason. "He promised he'd take care of tha Bats for me," she finished with a dreamy voice, hand on her heart.

"Now, I brought some toys, as promised," she gestured to a trunk on tha side of the courtyard. Instructing her men to remove their cuffs an' see what they were capable of, she barked, "Don't be shy now - tha clock's tickin'!"

One of her goons interrupted to inform Harley that she was needed elsewhere. Some loony managed ta escape his cell, an' instead of Harley dealin' with it herself, she ordered her men ta toss him inta the courtyard with her two boys ta see what they were made of.

Jason knew where he stood, on the other side of the tracks, the very same tracks he once fought against. He was expecting a beatdown for what he did to those crooks. It was poetic justice, but it was still gonna hurt.

Slade, the old man, gave Jason a nod. "Looks like you finally learnt your lesson, Kid," he taunted him. "Now you know why you shouldn't be running around without following orders." Slade wanted to get under Jason's skin and mess with his head.

"What the hell do you know?" Jason retorted, his old Robin attitude seeping through. But their spat was interrupted by Harley, who was eager to see some bloodshed.

Jason's eyes fell on the trunk. Guns and weapons were inside, and it felt like a suicide mission. Slade walked over to the trunk, took a gun, and threw it to Jason. He examined the gun in his hands. Bruce wouldn't approve, but Bruce wasn't here now. Bruce had abandoned him to die.

Jason had some gun training as Robin, but it wasn't the focus of his training for obvious reasons. Suddenly, a man came running towards them. Both Slade and Jason remained calm. Slade didn't even look and shot the man's ankle to stop him. The man's screams of pain echoed through the courtyard.

Jason didn't flinch, but he knew Slade was serious. This wasn't training, it was a test of survival of the fittest.

Harley's laughter echoed through tha courtyard as she watched tha chaos unfold. Turnin' ta one o' her henchmen, she nudged him with her elbow. "See? Ain't this a hoot? I knew it would be!" With a playful twirl of her hair, she tossed him tha keys. "You handle them. Mama's got work to do!"

An' work she did! Harley had a lot on her plate. She needed everythin' to be just right before her puddin' came back. It had ta be perfect, no room for error!

Her plan was workin' like a charm. Tha new kid was trainin', Slade was holdin' up his end of tha bargain, but it needed ta be bigger! It couldn't just be a one-man show. She was ready ta declare war on tha city an' it had to be done right.

But preparation takes time! When that Scarecrow guy hinted at his plan ta bring down Gotham, Mistah J just laughed it off. But Harley saw it as tha perfect opportunity ta put her plan into action. Soon...

Weeks became months, and months became what it feels like an eternity. The kid who used to light up the room, the one who believed that being Robin was the "best day of his life" was long gone. Now, all that was left was a seething hatred that fueled every move he made.

The pain of what his former mentor did to him was always there, gnawing at him like a hungry rat. all the beating's and words he got form the Joker, fueled his hatred and so they were now his ally. He fought harder, he fought dirtier. His only mission was to make anyone who got in his way and the one man pay for what he did to him.

In front of the shattered mirror, he repeated his new mantra over and over again: "He did this to me." The boy who once wanted to save the city now only wanted to see it bathed in the blood of its criminals, and the blood of the one man who broke him.

As the cell door opened, he didn't need to be forced out. He strode down the hallway like he owned it, his steps confident and strong. And when the garage doors opened, he saw what awaited him: an arsenal of weapons and armor, just waiting for him to claim them.

Spinnin' 'round in her chair, she tugged at her bubblegum, poppin' it loud between her pearly whites. When that big bad warehouse door creaked open, she stopped dead in her tracks, lookin' ova ta who was comin'.

"Welcome to yer own personal playground, honey!" she cackled, flingin' her arms wide open like she was queen of the castle. She had plenty ta say, but she was really just biding her time for the guy - er, the former Robin - to take in what he was seein'. She needed a brave soldier to test out her brand spankin' new weapons and guns! Maybe they'd get tha job done right this time.

"What's tha holdup, suga'? Ya here ta play or what?" The jester beckoned him inside with a sly grin, snatching up one of the guns from the pile an' tossin' it over to him. "Heard ya got a taste for these lil' babies," she cooed, eyein' him up an' down as he examined tha weapon in his hands. "This whole place is all yers now, so ya better use 'em well! And don't forget our little deal."

With a playful flick of her multi-patterned thigh-high socks, she stood up from her chair, ready to watch the show.

Harley's voice echoed through the garage, ringing in his ears. He couldn't say he was thrilled to see her, not after all the crap he's been through thanks to the Joker and his clown princess. But duty calls, and he had a job to do.

As he approached Harley, he caught the gun she tossed his way. It was one a custom-made weapon, with the Arkham Logo and Amertek's serial numbers. Amertek, the big guns of weapon and armor manufacturing in Gotham, supplying military-grade vehicles and whatnot. Harley had really outdone herself with these.

But as he held the gun in his hand, memories flooded his mind. Memories of Bruce telling him to drop the gun and not to use them, but Jason grew up with guns, using them to protect his mother and home. He owed it to the guns for keeping them safe from the dealers and pimps.

Then as he visually took in the suit, he couldn't help but notice the striking resemblance to Batman's suit in the Batcave. It had the Arkham Logo and made of the same steel as the military vehicle behind him. No capes, just a sleek, Terminator-like design. It was a masterpiece, and it would serve him well in terminating Batman's life.

"I'm guessing that is mine too," Jason said, nodding towards the suit. He walked over to inspect it, admiring its intricate design. This suit was going to help him get the job done.

As a doctah, Harley wasn't no strangah to seein' folks recallin' their past. She tilted her head, eyein' tha soldier up an' down. Poppin' her gum, she put her hands on her hips, lookin' all tough an' serious. 'Course, she always meant business.

She noticed how tha guy was underestimatin' her, bringin' in all these fancy weapons. "Ya didn't reckon on gettin' all these toys, did ya?" she teased, pointin' at his chest.

Hummin' a little tune in her head, she gave him some time to marvel at his new suit. Skippin' over to tha military vehicle, she leaned against it, grinnin' wickedly. "Would ya look at that?! Batman wouldn't stand a chance! HA!"

Her puddin' would be so proud of her! Finally, finally, she'd have her beloved clown all ta herself. His obsession with tha Bat was gettin' in tha way of her plans with her man.

"Why don'tcha try it on?" she nudged him. Bored, she crept up behind him, lettin' her hand skim over his broad back before settlin' on his shoulder. "I told ya, if ya followed orders, ya'd get some sweet gifts! Enjoy yer little playground while I check some other stuff. When I'm back, ya better have a plan on how ta get started! I'm gettin' impatient!" With a huff, she skipped away.

The whole time she was going on about her master plan and how she was itching to see Batman get taken down for good, Jason was trapped inside his own head. But when she asked him to put on the suit like it was nothing, it snapped him back to reality. He gave her a look, taking in her offer, and wondered where his old Robin suit was now. Probably burned to a crisp, he figured.

With a nod, he sucked in a deep breath as he watched her disappear into the shadows, leaving him alone in this massive warehouse. It was chock full of gear meant to help him take over Gotham and put Batman in the ground. He never would've thought he'd be here, but life's funny like that.

He picked up the helmet and studied it, checking out its sleek, sturdy design and the new blue color scheme. It was a far cry from the garish colors he used to have to wear as Robin. After a few moments, he started to don the suit, inspecting each piece of armor as he went along. It felt powerful and looked bulky, but was surprisingly lightweight. Best of all, it supported all his old injuries, from his back to his knees to his ankles.

He caught a glimpse of himself in a nearby glass and traced a gloved finger over the Arkham logo on his chest. It was crazy to think that a place that had broken him so badly had now built him back up again. Life's a damn paradox.

With a flick of a switch, he activated the helmet and its monitor-like vision filled his field of view. The helmet gave him incredible peripheral vision and was equipped with all kinds of readings and measurements that would be crucial out in the field.

Harley's been keepin' an eye on him through tha security cameras. She was gettin' all giggly an' pumped up. It was time, time ta get things rollin' !

But, this ain't a one-person gig. He needed some muscle, lots of 'em. But Harley knew he needed a plan first. She had some ideas, but she wasn't about ta do all tha work. She's done enough already.

Meanwhile, she wanted ta get him all fired up again. He was takin' it too easy this time. So, she went on a hunt an' found some articles about Batman and his new Robin. Turns out, this Robin guy was wearin' a suit almost identical to the one he came in with months ago.HAHA! They were tag-teamin' and bustin' up bad guys left and right, including Clayface and Scarecrow.

And, get this, she found a juicy article about Nightwing workin' with the dynamic duo in Gotham. Harley couldn't resist playin' with his head, so she circled Nightwing's picture with a big heart.

Over at the gun emplacements, Jason was surveying all the possible ways to wreak havoc. He wanted his own gear now, not just Batman's hand-me-downs. When he was Robin, he had those R-shaped Batarangs, but that was always Batman's thing, not his.

He cocked his head to one side as he studied two identical desert eagles that had been custom-built to be slightly larger than usual and able to fit together. During his time with Slade, he had developed a taste for dual-wielding firearms. As a younger man, it had seemed like a cool idea, but now that his intentions had changed, it was clear to him that having two guns would allow him to attack from multiple angles, giving him a tactical advantage.

He attached one gun to the other and pushed some buttons, then pulled a small lever. One stock extended, followed by the barrel of the other, leaving Jason to join them together to form what looked like a sniper rifle.

"Neat," he murmured, surprised to find that the voice that spoke wasn't his own. It was modulated to conceal his identity. That was perfect. Batman didn't need to know who was gunning for him until the very end, when he took his last breath and realized who had defeated him.

But enough of that. Jason needed to start planning his attack. He sat down at a desk, removed his helmet, and began plotting out key locations on the city map. His primary interest was in the watchtowers; he needed to have eyes everywhere. Jason had learned that if you wanted to take control, you had to know where your opponent was and be ready for their next move.

tha jester was sneakin' up behind tha guy, clutchin' her articles ta her chest like some kinda teenage girl. Once she got close enough, she slammed her stuff down on tha table in front of him where he was workin'.

"Lookie here!" she jeered at him, "Seems like tha new kid is makin' all tha headlines. Ya ever make headlines? ah don't think ya did to be real with ya." She tapped her finger on her chin, pretendin' to think. "Hmm... nahhh. Don't remembah!"

"Oh! But guess what?" she continued, tossin' Nightwing's article at him, "This guy's got a new friend in town too! Ya gotta get those plans ready 'cause ya missin' out on all tha fun!"

Harley loved usin' her knowledge for tha bad. She enjoyed toyin' with this guy's mind, or any guy for that matter. But he was young and vulnerable, so it was too easy for her.

"Hmm... all these names... We gotta think of a name for ya," she said, moving his chair closer to her and straddling his lap. She put his helmet on him and started to come up with ideas. "Robin was Batman's sidekick, but yer MY soldier. Yer gonna kill Batsy for me like a knight in shinin' armor! So I can have my puddin' all ta myself!"

Harley paused for a moment, lookin' at him with her blue eyes as she stroked his armored chest over the Arkham logo.

"You'll be tha Arkham Knight," she finally decided.

"Sounds bad ass!" She took her lipstick out of her cleavage and drew a smiley face on his helmet. "There now, yer all set! That should make ya smile!"

#arkham knight #arkham!jason #jason todd #batman #dc fanfic #dc comcis #arkhamverse #red hood #batfam #the arkham knight #dc rp blog #dc rp #harley quinn #ao3feed #ao3 stuff

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the-silver-peahen-residence · 9 months

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||Heat Overload: Heated desires part Two||

Hi once more everyone, time for another drabble. This time it go come back to the night duo Shdwkyz and Batman. This is a part 2 from the first one. If you wanna read that one, the link for that is right here. But again, lets see how these two are doing the last time we left them.

||Drabble summary||

Thanks to the venom sides of both Shdwkyz and Batman, they got entangled in the heated or rather, they were trapped within the venom selves heats. But what would happen when the two decided to switch the other? What could happen now? Read to find out.

||Warning||

~Strong NSFW content is present

~A/O/B is somewhat present in this drabble (change is it's resulting from Venom effects)

~Mating/breeding is and will be present in this drabble

~Marking will be present

~Blood will be present

~Suggestive theme is present

||Guests in Drabble||

Sai Barrajandro Narong/Shdwkyz a.k.a The Phantom Slasher . belongs to my amazing Rp partner @demon-blood-youths Venom Shdwkyz belongs to her as well.

Terry McGinnis belongs to and is from the cartoon series Batman Beyond but also me due to rping as him as a muse. Venom batman belongs to me as well.

((Note: Their will be grammar mistakes and errors in this drabble as others have this warning. But like I state before, this is written for fun. So I hope you like it and my friend too. Enjoy))

Terry was panting feeling his wrists tied down by some shadows but he was throwing his head back while seeing Shdwkyz slamming his hips down, leaving a trail of kisses and a few bite marks on his skin. When he did bit him, he laps up the blood with his tongue, hissing in a heated desire for him.

"Mmmmmmmmmm....s..so sweet......your pretty tasty bat~" Pushing his already swollen thick cock into his hole. Though, he heard weak wet groans and moans of pleasure, it already was making the other dazed.

He begins to struggle but twitched feeling Venom Shdwkyz's hands rest on his chest while panting to moan out excited to stop and grind his hips into his lap slowly but in a teasing motion.

"Heh, such a naughty mmmmm bat. Your cock is soooooo h..hard..I can feel it throbbing inside of me so deeply. Though, I always knew you loved pounding this ass so much.." He purrs with a hiss but Terry blushed to look up.

"Do you seriously have t..to be s..so..nuggh...nosy with what I do with him?" he groans out.

"Maybe but I am a part of him, Bat remember? Whatever pleasure he feels...." He strokes his chest making Terry groan in pleasure. "I feel it too..so why not just relax and enjoy this? I'll make sure you feel so good..." He whispered to him still moaning softly for Terry to hear.

True, he did but he would like to do it with the real Shdwkyz but not this time. The venom side took over because the venom selves wanted to switch today. So right now, Venom Shdwkyz took over riding Terry as the real Sai was in his head trying to regain control.

'Damn you! Give me back hhaaa control! T..this is between me and Terry!' He heard the other said in his mind but venom Shdwkyz chuckled but looks to Terry while showing his glowing serpentine yellow eyes mixed with a little hue of green.

"Now now, you had your turn...I want a turn with him. Besides, you feel good like I do since I am using your body to get it. But don't forget.." He adjusted himself but still grinds his hips hearing Terry hiss closing his hand into a fist with Shdwkyz gasping in his own inner thoughts feeling his body burning.

'S..Sto...nugghhh...hhaaaaa..' Sai moans in his own inner thoughts, feeling his own body reacting strongly to the thrusts. His hole was opening and closing, dripping from the arousal as he was trying to regain composure but his body was too into the heat to stop it.

"Heh, S..see? You love it. He feels good don't h..he? His thick hard cock..hhaaaa..f..fucking u..us s..so good...mmmmm..it's just too good.." He moans softly but Sai was drooling laying on the side while he was almost bucking his hips again. 'S..shit n..not agaaahhhhh!!!!!! O..Ohhh g...god......n..no n..not mmmmmmm...' Sai was trying to fight it but he body was throbbing all over. Why did he feel even better. His body wouldn't stop aching.

'Ahhhhh st...stop moving m..my h..hips l..like t..this nugg...s...st...stoooppp..ahhhhh!!!!!' he felt the tip rub against his spot again but harder, already making Sai moan out lustfully for more. 'O..Ohhhh s....shit..shit sh...snnnnnn!!!!!!'

"W..what are you-" Terry started to speak but he got kissed by Venom Shdwkyz deeply as his snake tongue pushes past his lips. A drool line was seen running down their chins but he was moaning in that kiss wanting it till he breaks it panting.

"Haaa hhhaaa I b..b...bet you ooooohh wish to hear his voice..he's already a sssssss moaning crying mess.." Venom Shdwkyz teased but looks to Terry who was feeling his hips bucking up against him as the other hisses loving the feeling.

"His voice is so slutty like, begging so much for you to give him more~ His body aches so badly mmmmmmm even now your throbbing just thinking about it. Aren't you? You wish to pound his sweet little hole again....don't you?" he said to chuckle that he lifts up his tied cuffed wrists to look dazed to the bat.

"Sai...."

'Haaaaa....hhhaaaaaa...I....I t..told y..you t..to stop..t..this is your h..heat it's n..not..' Sai started to say but gasps feeling his body burning even hotter that he was laying on his side, panting heavily into his arms. His body felt so sensitive but also so hot as well. It's like Terry was touching him in his mind. He groans drooling again but Venom shdwkyz hisses to stop grinding.

"Ah ah ah, this is my heat as much as it's yours snake...so just relax..and let me have this!" Suddenly, he begins bouncing on his cock to make Terry throw his head back as Venom Shdwkyz moans out throwing his head back. It felt so good! He still was swollen and big as he was doming him to get more.

"Ahhhh! It's filling m..me up so much! His girth is filling me up just r..right hhaaa hitting my s..spots s..so good......It feels so good...g..good!!!!" He moans drooling showing his snake fangs and tongue just slightly. However, his wrists were tied while both hands rested on his slightly sweaty chest. The loud claps of skin being heard in the room mixed with his heated wet noises. His hair was damp again but that didn't stop the venom from slamming his hips down. He wanted to feel more of Terry who was trying not to moan to the vemon side. He wanted to do this with Shdwkyz. And yet, the two got them weaker thanks to the arousal to switch.

He panted feeling him tightly and slamming his hips more, feeling the tip hitting his spots over and over. However, he chuckled panting to see Terry trying to not moan to the venom even if he was teasing him.

"You know hhaaa he loves this t..too you know. He loves when your able to make him f..feel this good...it's just like when your venom side pounds the fuck out of me. He's such a ahhh monster breeding animal..mmmmmm...thinking about it already has me excited again.." He chuckled but Terry feels him grunting now while slamming down.

"I bet even n..now mmmmm he's already growing h..hungry to have his t..turn...I bet he will make your p..precious snake a screaming mess...mmmmmm!!!" He keeps slamming down but the tip was hitting into his bundle of nerves that he shook resting his cuffed hands on his chest.

"Ahhhhhh!!! T..there! F..fuck y..yes right there!" He begs as he keeps thrusting down onto his cock. However, Terry was gripping the pillow, feeling him tightening and growing more slick. It was too good that he was trying to hold back but his own vemon side was growing hungry. Wanting to pound his naughty snake into the bed. He sees Venom shdwkyz holding his cuffed wrists up above his head, slamming his hips down harder, wanting to cum again but Terry panted feeling this.

"Y..Yes..yes yes yes yes f..fuck y..yes!!!" He moans shaking now on his lap. "F..fuck me m..more! Fuck this slutty h..hole till you b..break me! I want you to break me!" He begs looking to Terry with one eye but he sees his red face to see this. Venom Shdwkyz did this before but he was panting seeing him bucking his hips down harder and harder, wanting to cum.

Sai, on the other hand, was shaking on the ground, throwing his head back as he moans out from within his head. He felt every thrust and touch that he claws the ground screaming. It was getting to be too much but his body was only craving for more.

'Ahhhhhh ahhhhhhhh ah ah AH! Ah!! AHHHHH!!!' However, he sits up to look up moaning out already feeling his inner self cumming. 'P..PLEASE N..NO MORE!! NO MORE I..I'M ALREADY C..CUMMING!!' He screams in his head while Venom shdwkyz chuckled but he keeps moaning still slamming his hips. This made him gasp shaking from a dry orgasm that he shudders weak to feel himself cumming on the bat's chest.

"Ahhhhhh hhhaaaa fu..fuck..he's c..cumming again...he came and he's making m..me.....c....cummmmmm!!" he came harder but this made Terry break free to sit up holding Venom Shdwkyz tight. He gasped about to speak but threw his head back moaning as he begins pounding into him.

"Ahhhhhhh!!! W..Wait!! I'm st..still sensitive!!!" he begs but he claws Terry's back while he was grunting and going in deeper and harder. He wanted Sai back but he only sees the venom side panting while shaking in his arms. He was going harder and harder but he was drooling looking to Terry.

"T....terry mmmmmm f..faster t...terr-mfffmm!!" He got kissed deeply but he keeps giving the venom snake what he asked for while knowing Sai was screaming and almost cumming hard thanks to this. He twitched clawing the ground even more that he arches his back crying due to the pleasure burning from within him.

'AHHHHHH!! F..FUCK!! FUCK FUCK FUCK S...SO R..ROUGH!!' he moans but was drooling more. 'Terry's l..lost his m..mind! D...damn that venom s..snake influencing h..his mind b..but nugggh!! but it fe..feels good!! I can feel what he is d..doing to my body b..but......I c..can't control it..I can't control it!' he screams in his inner thoughts.

He tries to speak but Venom Shdwkyz was being held tighter that he got layed down feeling Terry thrusting into him as he moans out throwing his head back. He felt tight, wet, and hot, feeling his body touched and caressed. He knew he was enjoying it but he only keeps slamming into him harder.

"Ahhhhhh!! C..close!!! I'm getting close a..again!!!" he moans but Terry kept slamming his hips harder down that he held his hips seeing Shdwkyz threw his head back screaming even louder.

"Please I w..wanna feel you fill me again..let it out all inside I want it!" He begs but Terry panted still slamming deeper and deeper into him that he lowers down to suddenly bite his neck hard to draw blood.

Venom Shdwkyz's eyes widen as he arches off the bed screaming and drooling. He twitched suddenly feeling himself cum to tighten around Terry's cock. He wince but only bucks his hips to pant having his eyes closed that Venom Shdwkyz twitched as he came with a weak chuckle.

"T...told you mmmmm...a..already a beast and your cumming s...so much.." he said but Terry looks down but the venom chuckled more to sit up kissing his lips. "But...this is not over yet....it seems my mate wants a turn.." He whispered.

"W..what?" As he said that, Terry goes limp but that's when Venom Shdwkyz gives Sai back control. He panted feeling his body aching from pleasure but looks seeing Terry there.

"T..Terry!" He looks to grab his shoulders. "Hey, are you alright? What's wrong? What did he d..do?" he asked trying to get a response but that's when he suddenly got pushed down on his back but he felt his wrists held down wincing.

"You don't know little snake? I thought you heard him.." Sai's eyes open to look up but tenses from the sight. Terry responded but.....not who he thought. Venom Batman came out to chuckle licking his bat like fangs again.

"T..Terry?"

"Nope. It's me again my precious snake. You know, thanks to that little show...now I'm all excited for some...you really are a heated slut.." he teased but Sai shook under his gaze.

'H..Hey! Give me-'

"Oh hush I won't hurt him. He means a lot to you so it wouldn't be fair to harm him..I don't plan on doing that.." He said to look at Sai with hunger in his black eyes showing a hint of green. "I plan on breeding this snake till he's a crying wet mess......so in short.." he traps Sai who was shaking feeling nervous but he knew how powerful Venom Batman was.

"It's my turn.." he growls hungry with a smirk on his lps.

#IC #silver roses #Drabble/short or long stories #silver butterfly mun #peahen mom #the mansion owner #heat overload: heated desires part one #terry mcginnis #older terry #sai barrajandro narong #older sai #The fractions of NYC #demon-blood-youths #peahen writer

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villains4hire · 10 months

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//General advice for roleplaying:

//Do not internally monologue, make something happen, something for the other person to react to, chew on and help further the rp. It is the biggest mistake I see even in casual rping and the one I suggest working to avoid. Reread your rps but don't obsess over incorrect grammar or if it's good or not, sometimes you just have to take the plunge.

//Basic roleplay structure:

Set down a series of important things to a plot at the start. Make it thematic to the storyline pursued if it's complex. Such as foreshadowing, hints, npcs and why they're there, a sense of mystery maybe, high stakes allusion or adventure to have a stunning reveal, impact or satisfying conclusion or conflict. And avoid repeating the same thing over and over, don't be afraid to be creative, you're great, you just need to find out how you're great. And just remember, it's okay to forget these elements as we're not professional but it does help to have these elements.

As I will admit, I rarely pursue complex storylines with other people due to communication for me being relatively annoying for like, super intensive plot-lines. But something that is the antithesis of your character or even to other peoples' characters in those traits shown the most does make it easier to rp and keep something going, or putting something down. I actually do it a lot with Marceline's more free, reckless and annoying but funny traits with Marsha which is simple in concept, but yeah. You need chemistry and to be able to bounce off the person in question, some characters just do not work well if they don't work off of that well enough even if they like each other. You NEED dynamics even if just simple and funny, they need to compliment each other even in a negative way for them character development wise. This doesn't mean conflict is always needed, but you need something to make them intermingle. You might be surprised how little you need to plot if you can do this consistently, people eat it up.

For the more complex and enemy-based, I call it the Batman Method as his villains reflecting parts of the character himself in various ways, such as fear being scarecrow, the joker being the opposite of him as his main antagonist etc, but how they relate in terms of viewing society but to the worst extent of him and how they conflict with one another. Make it impactful. Then if say not fight or just friends, opposites attract but find common ground to both anchor on so to say.

//How to interact:

//Work yourself up to be confident, clear and direct. Write a document, sometimes I present a very set series of ideas and use this method when I can't exactly gauge someone well at the start, as usually if I see them interacting with people I know, I'm more casual. But if it's someone tapping into parts of rpc you're not apart of or aware of do as follows.

Introduction: (Place your name, say hi, your intentions, what you'd like from the character and think you could do with them mayhaps)

Suggestions:

(Tell of certain hijinx or plot-lines, ideas you might have. Keep it simple, short or but informative. People appreciate effort and honesty. You can build complexity as time goes on)

Show you care:

(Take note of why you want to rp with them, what energy, gusto or what you saw from them that made you approach to begin with. Show them you care, reference their rules, interests or even rps and deep dive their blog a little. People appreciate when you legit care about who they are, what they do, and what they stand for even if you both have key differences as individuals. You will get A LOT more respect that way, but nuance etc, there's exceptions to this but try not to be a dick about it unless eh, they'd have to be pretty bad to the point of being actually dangerous in various ways imo. That's rare in my experience)

Let it go:

(If nothing comes of it, you have to accept it and move on, people are entitled to their happiness and enrichment on here. So are you but so are they, the world does not revolve around you, but there is someone that you can become their world and you to theirs on here. You only have to look.

Conclusion:

//Keep your nose clean, try to keep yourself out of fights, conflict as much as possible. Avoid crusading, but also avoid getting into really skeevy or really heinous things. As you don't want to clamp the hand and be too uptight, but you don't want ANYONE to just try to be at least? Close to you ooc otherwise, think about your safety and the people around you, some things are just not worth associating with but believe in change, though you do not control people, only their interactions with you and how far you let it go- I think there are only a few people I've ever met in the rpc that were not deserving of a chance to be able to grow past what they are. I can say I have not met anyone strictly recently not deserving of that. Regardless, people talk, they really do on here and I do want to say that the RPC while big? It isn't big enough to simply disappear in the crowd if you're a consistent trouble-maker or into some really bad stuff nsfw wise, word does get around eventually. As for just conflict? Even I cannot do this perfectly, but I've only had two major instances on this blog where I would consider it legitimate problems I've been in. But if it's to the point where it's weekly or even monthly, you will one day find yourself alone on here and you will deserve it.

I say this because it's happened to me when I was still a minor. As even if my memory is bad further than the past six years ago, I did recollect past conversations I didn't remember having other than key events, go through them, learned from them and did realize that I did deserve it years and years ago. As no matter how unwell you are, no matter how well-intentioned or delusional or otherwise. You do deserve to be happy, but so do the people around you. You are not entitled to them, but you don't deserve to be treated badly either. Things happen, it sucks, but do your best to always grow from it even if not strictly at fault, it will give you a better experience on here and irl in the long run just for some general advice. Try not to be too hard on yourself or whatever you get from people or even on them, but what you feel and how it made you feel or what was done to you does matter. You are entitled to feel that way and should to cope and move on, but we all have our own dirty laundry to take care of. (There's exceptions of course of being 'not being too hard', but take me in good faith. It's not about trauma or anything like that)

And above all:

Try not to take this too seriously or in what regards you say or believe on here when the whole premise? Is just writing fictional characters just smashing against one another like action figures or pretend for adults. Try not to get too stressed or take ppl who start stuff that seriously, just react accordingly and avoid name-dropping, it will do wonders for your well-being on here as I know it has for mine to not rock the boat or you may very well find urself thrown off by everyone else one day.

#dcmonprncss #ooc #answered #munday #//a generalized tool to rping and interactions #//i could go on but i wanted it semi-simple

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gothams-white-knight · 2 years

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The tyrant dies and his rule is over. The martyr dies and his rule begins.

A private and semi-selective RP blog for Harvey Dent. Mostly headcanon-based with influences from Batman: Year One, The Long Halloween, Dark Victory, and Batman Annual Vol 1 #14. Canon divergent. Multifandom and OC friendly. Written and loved by Sunny (cis female, 25+).

Carrd | Dolores |

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rdawes · 2 years

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Independent RP blog for Rachel Dawes of Batman Begins and The Dark Knight, rewritten to fit The Batman (2022) universe. Semi-selective, private, 21+. Sideblog of @gothams-white-knight.

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hahaheehooha · 5 months

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I guess you're not gonna go for a pizza pie anytime soon.

I’m between 21 and 65. No underaged stuff. No illegal icky hanky panky. Don’t follow if underaged.

This blog will thrive on ic anons. If we aren’t mutuals or if you’re a personal, feel free to send them in.

Threads begin in Nolan verse. I am interested in developing him there and hopefully you can see your muse adapting to the world.

I tend to only rp with characters I’m familiar with so that there’d be content and that I’d be able to respect them, their world and where they came from, and hopefully give you something meaningful to read in return.

No fandom / batman vs batman, or character hate will be tolerated.

I am not a comic reader.

For MUMUs, I would like for both of us to be comfortable with your specific character interacting with the Joker, so do come by and make sure I greenlight them too. If you have an interest tracker, I’d fill it in.

Common triggers will be tagged as tw xxxxxx, though I’ll try to stay away from posting bloody gore, it’s overdone but may be present.

I don’t write starters for brand new blogs with no ic posts. Starter calls are reserved for people who have worked at writing their muse.

Follow at your own risk. The Joker won’t be watered down. Disturbing themes are present that may be/are morally disgusting and upsetting. These may include racism, ableism, some political mentions, list not exhaustive etc. The Joker is abusive. He will injure your muse if he wants to.

On Harley:

- Joker is a Nolan portrayal and therefore please do not assume a past relationship or a close history with him. I don’t know how you’re going to be able to reconcile that as part of your headcanon, but it is not in my character’s canon (no, I do not follow Joker in the comics and will not be obliged to). - If you’re already a friend of mine, the discussion of the dynamics between the Joker and Harley will of course go smoother. It has to be something we’re both happy with because I also want to make sure you aren’t being made to compromise on your own character.

Mun stuff - I’m friendly. I unfollow for negativity and seek to build a positive dash. I do not have some kind of weird, unhealthy, worshippy fetish for the character.

Final note: This muse is dangerous. Yours may die. RPing with the Joker is usually high-stakes. Choose your words wisely. If it ever becomes his objective to kill your muse, he’ll act, although you would have seen it coming and I would have been having conversations with you throughout for a temperature check ooc.

If you have any questions, feel free to clarify them with me through a message.

#i'm not crazy;

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DC Roleplays

Here you can find a selection of DC Rp's I'm currently interested in doing. Just a few things to keep in mind!

All characters are aged up accordingly to community standards

I'm primarily looking for Canon X Canon stuff

These rps will feature adult content including romance

Please take a look at my about me section

You can find me at Discord: Traveler217

Oliver/Dinah

Idea 1: Oliver & Dinah meet through crime fighting antics. They hit it off instantly and tumble into bed together. After that, events in the city and the rise of a new supervillain have them teaming up while also navigating their newfound relationship.

Idea 2: Oliver & Dinah meet in the Justice League. Dinah needs his help with something (A lot like the cartoon episode) and they hit it off. They split their time between Star City and the League stuff while navigating their new relationship.

Face Claim For Oliver Queen

Shazam/Stargirl

Idea 1: Billy and Courtney end up in the same college. They have a chance meeting in the library or something and instantly hit it off (NOTE: For this, I’d like Number Eight on my Interested In). They hit it off and the vibes and chemistry are there. At this point neither of them know the other is a superhero. They then meet in costume and there are similar vibes. How long will this go on before they find out about the other? This can go a number of ways (also fine with them finding out right away) and is aimed to be more a light hearted College SOL with superheroes attached.

Face Claim For Young Adult Billy Bastion

Siggy/Diana

Idea 1: So this idea of Sig and Diana does start with a little pre-comic book lore. Basically, all you need to know is that for a period of time Diana was trapped in Valhalla and that’s where she met Siggy and fell in love with him. After she left but he promised to come and find her. Eventually (maybe a year after this) he manages to convince Odin to give him a boon and let him come back to Earth as the “Wonder Man” representing Norse Mythology. He of course beelines right to Diana so they can be together.

The things they investigate and fight together would be of a more magical nature. I also don’t think their gods forbid them from seeing each other or anything. I’m also interested in seeing SOL stuff. I like the idea of Siggy’s fun loving nature helping Diana embrace the modern world more. I like the idea of them wearing couple T-Shirts, Doing Photo Booth stuff, and other cute stuff. He gives her a reason to live basically.

Face Claim for Siggy

Bruce/Selina

Idea 1: Pure classic Bat & Cat. Three years into his career and people don’t know if he’s real or not. Selina is doing her Selina thing and pilfering ill gotten gains. They cross path and the game of cat and mouse begins! One thing for this, I would like it if it also extended to their personal life. IE I think Selina and Bruce should be interacting as Selina and Bruce and getting further entangled with each other. Dual life’s mean dual romance.

Idea 2: Something later in their career. Bruce has gotten hurt and it’s reevaluated his life or perhaps Selina has? Either way things have changed for one of them and they go to the other wanting to see if they’re interested in not so much settling down but working together. A true partnership.

Idea 3: A Noir take on Bat & Cat. Selina Kyle is a movie star by day and a Cat Burglar by night. Bruce Wayne is trying to open Pandesa Studios in Gotham City and fighting crime as Batman during the night. He decides he wants to have Selina as his leading stars and invited her back to her old home. The two meet and there are instant sparks. They have to contend with that heat, their vigilante lives, and the delicious potential for something real.

Update: I'm kind of feeling the idea of doing something Lovecraftian or mystical with this idea. Something with the Court of Owls and mysterious rituals and stuff within Gotham City. So, expect that to be part of the story.

Idea 4: I would like to do some kind of whirlwind romance between Bruce and Selina. I'm thinking that they meet, something happens to reveal their identities, and then because they have a connection (the chemistry between them is intense) and they're the only two that understand each other, they get engaged. There's also the idea she's doing this to get at him or to steal something (or even hired by Falcone) so that's something to think about as well.

My Face Claim For Bruce

Clark/Lois

Idea 1: My Adventure of Superman showed a really good idea of what a beginning Superman story might be. So, we can either do something like that with that theme and vibe (IE Anime Esque) or we can do something with a more classic feel. If I’m being honest, doing something modern but with a vibe of the 50’s would be a ton of fun. Clark and Lois in their first adventure at the Daily Planet!

My Face Claim For Clark

Barda/Mr. Miracle

Idea 1: The two of them have been through enough. They escaped together. I’m not looking to break them up or anything. These are two people who have been through a lot and I want to do something where they’re settling on Earth and starting a life together. Superhero fun and then cute life stuff.

My Face Claim For Scott

Bruce/Harley

Idea 1: I’m very particular about Bruce and Harley. That being said, if you know about the White Knight Series and want to do something based on that version of Harley and Bruce please let me know! I love that series so much.

Idea 2: In an Alt World, Bruce Wayne was caught two years into his campaign as Batman. Harley Quinn a criminal profiler was the one who caught him. They were also dating at the time so it was a hard thing for her to do. Especially as she really loved him. A couple of later, she’s working at the FBI and Bruce is in Arkham Asylum. When an imposter shows up and starts killing as Batman (Bruce still didn’t kill) Harley is called back to Gotham and thus back into Bruce’s orbit.

Dick/Kori

Idea 1: Kori had to leave Earth because of things going on back home. She and Dick were dating at the time but they semi broke things off (It can never really be over between those two) since she had to leave. A year later, Kori comes back to Earth because it wasn’t worth being without him. When she comes back, Dick is Batman after Bruce went missing. He also has Damian as his Robin. The two of them will have to navigate their relationship and Dick being Batman.

Idea 2: Kori’s in Florida living her best life as a supermodel and somewhat superheroine. She misses Dick though and extends an invitation he can’t refuse. Dick comes out to see her and the two refind their love for each other in Florida. With lots of fun sexy times in resorts and public places!

My Face Claim For Dick

Dick/Barbara

Idea 1: Barbara has recently gotten her legs back and is trying to recover. Dick comes to her and steals her away from the hospital that she was recovering in with an offer to take her off to a private place where he can help her get her body and legs back up to snuff. They go to an island resort and refall in love (or at least reconnect) while doing practice fighting, being a sexy gym couple, and maybe stopping a crime or two.

Idea 2: Classic (of age) Robin and Batgirl. I still really like the idea of them facing Two-Face or Doctor Freeze. Bruce can know about Batgirl or not know. Perhaps Barbara convinced Dick to run with her in secrecy? That’s an option as well!

Note: Same Face Claim For Dick

Hal/Carol

Note: This one will have kinky ideas like sexual stuff charging her ring, sexual heat from her ring, and the like.

Idea 1: We all know Hal Jordan can be a bit of a cocky ass. However, there’s something about him that make women tumble into bed with him anyways. Is Carol just the next notch on his bed post? The boss’s daughter? Or does she have something in her that causes Hal to fall hopelessly in love with her for the first time? (She does)

Idea 2: Hal is stranded in deep space after a big battle. With his ring mostly depleted, He has enough to send out a distress beacon of love and desperation that only one person can answer. When Carol comes to him his ring is drained and his battery gone and so he has to rely on her. They can’t get back to Earth or Lantern territory easy so they’re forced to rely on each other, fall back in love, and maybe overthrow the big bad of the region of space they’re in.

My Face Claim For Hal

Garfield/Raven

Idea 1: The Titans are moving on. It’s been a good run but Dick and Kori are married, Cyborg wants to move in with his girlfriend, and the other various members are all doing their own thing. Having danced around their feelings for years, Garfield decides its time to ask Raven if she’ll go on an adventure with him. They get together and end up in New Orleans. Where all sorts of spooky dark magic is waiting for Raven.

Idea 2: Raven and Garfield meet with no Titan involvement. Even though they’re opposites they have an instant chemistry and can’t help being together. They do SOL stuff but they both have powers which means helping with crime in the local area. Perhaps the Titans even form at one point? This is more of a freeform idea.

Face Claim For Gar

Roy/Donna

Idea 1: They’ve both been through a lot together. Roy with his addiction and his daughter, and Donna with the loss of her own family. They rely on each other and deeper emotions have arisen because of it. Titans Tower is no place to keep a secret but they don’t want to. Lian needs a mother and Donna is who Roy wants to fulfill that role. He asks her to mary him and they have a cute SOL (with adventures) in Titans Tower.

Face claim For Roy

Mary Marvel/???

Mary Marvel is a character I don't have anyone set in stone for but am very interested in. So, if you have an idea for her let me know! She's someone I would entertain a villain with maybe Black Adam? As long as it has a story to it and isn't just him corrupting her for the sake of fun.

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