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goldengirlgalaxy · 1 year

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The Princess' Dolls

After Danny has ascended to the throne of the ghost king, something goes wrong with his clone Ellie. Her form destabilizes again, and when they stabilize her, she's physically only five or six years old.

Danny takes to watching her, but looking after a half ghost child is a lot harder than it looks, especially when Ellie learns duplication but can't seem to figure out how to undo it for hours on end, and each clone gets bored really fast. To counter this, Danny makes Ellie a set of dolls, all modeled after the Justice League and various related figures. He even uses a special enchantment he learned to make sure the dolls stay intact no matter what Ellie puts them through.

Ellie loves the dolls and she and her clones have a tendency to put together large productions using them, ranging from superhero fights to sitcom stories to fairy tales to a few 'things' Ellie remembered reading online before she was de aged.

Meanwhile, almost every single Justice League member has been noticing some oddities as of late. They can hear voices from no where, they feel like something is touching them when there is nothing, their muscles sometimes spasm without cause. And, on occasion, they find themselves sleepwalking as they dream of a giant telling a story.

No one brings this to the attention of the other members until several members get knocked out on a mission, only for their unconscious forms to start acting out a play.

(Or Danny accidentally makes several Justice League Voodoo dolls and a young Ellie keeps playing with them)

#dp x dc #dpxdc #dc x dp #danny phantom #dp x dc prompt #dani phantom #de aging #Danny accidentally makes several Justice League Voodoo Dolls #It's up to you if he made the villains as well #The 'things' Ellie found on the internet was mainly shipping fanfics #Superman and Batman woke up in an awkward position when they passed out during that play session #Are they really Voodoo Dolls if they don't completely control the person?#Neither Ellie nor Danny know about the effects of theses dolls #Up to you if the Justice League is real or fiction in their world #Danny usually watches out her little skits when he has free time #Ellie controls multiple dolls with her clones which is why almost every member feels it #The Justice League is freaking out when they realize someone is messing with all of them at the same time #They are rather shocked to discover its just a half dead princess playing with her toys that no one knew were voodoo dolls

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incorrectbatfam · 9 months

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Help I'm writing a fic and I need ideas for a Z-list Rogue. Smth bad but gimmicky

Chalkduster, the Crime Alley nuisance who runs around pounding erasers in people's faces

Sparklewolf, the person who got stuck in their fursuit and turned to a life of crime to survive

Captain Gender Essentialism, the Republican who thinks men will grow ovaries if they use toilet paper

Stickytoes, the thief with sticky toes

Dr. Needler, a mad acupuncturist

The Arborist, a Poison Ivy copycat who plants trees in potholes

Mother Crunchy, the woman who uses her unvaccinated kids as bioweapons

Chewer, a guy who chews with his mouth open

Four-Eyes, a kid with indestructible glasses and appetite for burning anthills

The Radium Girls, an all-female gang of radium dealers

Light Yagami, a teenager who's weirdly obsessed with his notebook

Gerbil, the street racer in a giant plastic ball

Redditor, the dude whose opinion no one asked for

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keydnamia · 8 months

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ATTENTION! To all the hero’s with villains for life. Please control your villains.

We are tired of rebuilding the destruction in the city because they want to show their love to you and prove the connection you two have!

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terracebatman · 20 days

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Batman Fan Film with comedy twist.

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forevercloudnine · 2 years

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The more things change.... (The Brave and the Bold #183 vs. Detective Comics #822)

#riddlebat #riddler #edward nygma #bruce wayne #i was leafing through the brave and the bold issue and was immediately reminded of this scene #now THERE is a comic issue i will never need to look up to remember #having written 60k+ words of a fanfic based on it #anyway i've been meaning to start a folder of batman villains complimenting to batmobile since forever #and now i finally have #although i don't know if i want it to be JUST batman villains #like for some reason j'onn saying 'nice car' in the 2004 show falls in the same category for me #but open request to anyone still reading these tags:#if you or a loved one has a panel or screenshot of literally any dc character being into the batmobile #(that isn't either of these or kings of fear or fear state omega because i already have those)#PLEASE send them in my direction

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lalasworld2x · 2 months

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Shredder Imagine ⚡️⚡️

Sleeping in bed together 🌟🌟

• Shredder showers before bed every night, allowing you to join him if you would like to

• He places his armour on an armour stand in the corner of the room.

• On hot nights, he just wears shorts to bed. On cold nights, he’ll wear full pajamas.

• The bedroom light would be off a while before either of you actually got into bed. He’s used to walking around in the dark and you’re used to the layout of the room, so neither of you have an issue accessing anything in the darkness.

• You’ll lay in bed together, your head on his and your nails grazing over his collarbone soothingly. His hand will brush up and brush your back gently.

• You’ll kiss each other goodnight and wait for slumber to take hold.

• When he’s feeling very cuddly, he’ll roll onto his side and fully hug you, or spoon you depending on how cuddly you’re feeling.

• If he’s in a deep sleep, his large build may end up crushing you for a bit but hey, gotta love man titties right?

• If you have a pet, he’ll only let it sleep on your side or at the foot of the bed. You’re the only being that’s allowed to take up his space, nobody else!

• Some nights he’ll chatter in his sleep, usually due to a nightmare, but whenever you mention it to him, he’ll completely dismiss the whole idea of it.

• He snores a little loudly but you’ve gotten used to it over time. At this point you feel sad when you don’t hear his snoring at night.

• If you’ve been crying or had anxiety or panic attack before bed, he’ll rest on elbow and rub his finger tips along your thighs and arms soothingly. He’ll give you little kisses of reassurance every now and again.

• If he’s gone to bed upset or angry, he likes it when you do the same for him, maybe just hold back on the kisses lol (he might bite).

• Whatever noises you make in your sleep don’t bother him at all, just hope you don’t accidentally kick him lmao.

• If you have tics before going to sleep, he’ll ask what’s on your mind (worried you might be feeling anxious or too active to sleep). He’s not one for late night conversations but if it helps tire you out, he’ll do it

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I don’t think I’ve ever actually done an imagine before? At least not of an already existing character. It certainly helps when you’re fixated on that character at the moment lmao

Hope you liked it🤙🤙

#shredder x reader #shredder #tmnt 2012 #tmnt #tmnt vs batman #tmnt shredder #tmnt villain #imagine #oneshot #fanfic

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graveyardgremlins · 9 months

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It seems a few people found certain scenes on chapter 3 from my Danny Phantom fanfic confusing. Allow me to clear it up!

So, Tim says that the HEPA filters they are using is the same as the Fenton-filters. But later he claims that the Fentons have no digital footprint besides the obvious things (age, what they do, their names, which city they live in) and he couldn't access any of their work. So how did they pass the background check? How did Wayne Enterprises not find this suspicious?

The answer is simple: Capitalism.

They broke the patent (as long as the company kept the family logo). Anybody who might have been a bit suspicious of how hard it was to access their stuff online, was immediately dissuaded by the phrase "free of charge."

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dead on main #jason todd #danny fenton #fanfic #dp x dc fanfic #tsdloo #look if you think corporate gives a fuck I can assure you they do not #how do you think jonathan crane kept his job for so long?#or harley?#or pamela isley?#or ed nygma?#also a lot of villains from batman are not very good at robbery and they gotta make ends meet somehow you know

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damian-navarro-art · 6 months

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SLADE: A Deathstroke Fancomic #2

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Hey guys,i hadn’t entered here since a couple of months ago and i forgot to keep posting, so here i leave you what it was SLADE #2 , truth is that i kinda regret having making this story because I spent too much more time on it than i should have and so many of them that i don’t like anymore when i see them and i could have saved all that time into making an issue centered in Slade snd Rose instead , but i didn’t want to skip this one and just jump to Issue 3 all of the sudden, while they are all self contained stories mostly I think it was more important to just live with the idea that i. I made this whatever if i still like it or not ;) , so i hoe you enjoy it still! You can find me on Instagram and Twitter as Damian Navarro

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yama951 · 1 year

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Reading through a bunch of Batman and Danny Phantom crossover fanfics and I notice the "no meta" rule.

It'll be hilarious if it started off as a "no metas in Gotham cause do you want Superman pumped up with fear toxin?" sort of memo and it got into the rumor mill and it spiralled out of control into "Batman is meta-racist and a hypocrite since one of his Bats is clearly a meta" and Batman has no idea how to clear that up without throwing out a bad idea suggestion out into his rogues gallery.

#batman #random rambles #ideas #worldbuilding #world building #fanfic ideas #fic ideas #story ideas #danny phantom #Batman's no metas rule is basically unenforceable but people assume anyway #Gotham rumor mill is extra given the villains joining in on the gossip and speculation #someone would be wondering what a meta-racist is and it'll be a whole kettle of fish

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mylifeisfruk4ever · 8 months

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"Vampires need a coven!" Bruce said confidently.

Dick agreed. Vampires, especially when so young, needed a coven to protect them.

However, old age - or excessive exposure to Ivy's pollens - must have made Bruce's nose and eyes go haywire.

Because the little boy there was definitely not a vampire.

#fanfiction #crossover #au #feels #jason todd #bruce wayne #bruce wayne is a good dad #dick grayson #batman villains #the batman #batman comics #batman and robin #batman fic #ao3feed #ao3 fanfic #fan fic #fic rec #batfamily #batfam

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bats4bruce · 1 month

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serein.

Summary: Returning home from the battlefield of Iraq, Sabrina finds herself adrift in a world she no longer recognizes. Battling demons both internal and external, she seeks solace in the company of her faithful companion, Zion, a German shepherd who has stood by her side through thick and thin. But when Sabrina's path crosses with that of the enigmatic billionaire Bruce Wayne, her life takes an unexpected turn. Drawn to each other by shared pain and a longing for connection, they find themselves entangled in a dangerous game of love and deception. As Sabrina grapples with her growing feelings for Bruce, she must also confront the demons of her past, including her former comrade-in-arms turned nemesis, the Joker. Unraveling the mystery of her own identity, Sabrina discovers that the line between hero and villain is not always clear-cut.

Warnings: Mentions of PTSD, self-harm, suicide, loss of a loved one, graphic depictions of torture, smut (not in this chapter), intense emotion, CC X OC, Already set female character. Mentions of war.

Extras: Hello! This is my own personal comic I've made! I really wanted to share it; I hope someone enjoys it! This follows the event of The Dark Night trilogy, but eventually, it just follows the basic comics. I love writing, and if anyone wants an 'X reader' request, let me know!! Please let me know what you think! The chapters will get longer as it goes on, just hard to start!

Word count: 1.68k

Prologue

Chapter 1.

"How's the medication working, hon?" A woman with blonde hair and vivid red-painted lips spoke, her gum chewing punctuating the sterile, brightly lit room. A large German Shepherd sat stoically by the door, its presence a steadfast yet silent sentinel in the otherwise still space.

Sabrina offered a nonchalant shrug, her cascading dark brown hair slipping down her shoulders as she spoke. "Some nights are better than others," she murmured, running her hands through her hair before burying her face in her palms. The room remained eerily silent, save for the soft scratching of pen against paper as the woman jotted down notes on a clipboard.

"Not much of a talker?" the woman quipped, a cheeky smile playing on her lips. However, Sabrina's response was continued silence. "Your counselor tells me you want to re-enlist?" The woman continued, prompting a nod from Sabrina. "Look, puddin', you've been through four therapists. Ya need to start talking…" As the conversation drifted, Harleen Quinzel, the woman in charge, moved around the room, her attention momentarily diverting to the German Shepherd by the door. She attempted to coax affection from the stoic canine, though it seemed unresponsive to her efforts.

Observing the exchange with a discerning gaze, Sabrina leaned back in the plush chair, contemplating the sterile surroundings and the lingering weight of the conversation. "I was misdiagnosed," she admitted, her voice carrying a weight of conviction. Addressing Dr. Quinzel, Sabrina hesitated for a moment before continuing, "I think our time is up." With those words, she rose from her seat, the German Shepherd immediately following suit. Harleen glanced at the clock, a touch of disappointment crossing her features as she sighed softly.

Just before Sabrina left the room, Harleen reached out, placing a hand gently on her arm. "I really hope ya find what you're looking for," she offered sincerely, her gaze filled with a mixture of empathy and understanding. Though Sabrina remained stoned-faced, as Sabrina slipped through the doorway, the silence of the sterile room remained, only disrupted by the gentle sound of the closing door echoing in the vacant space.

Sabrina lay sprawled on her couch, her attention drifting between the mindless drivel of a reality TV show and the rain's gentle tapping on the windows. Empty beer cans littered the table nearby, evidence of her lackadaisical state. Her head rested on its side, mouth slightly agape, though she wasn't fully asleep. As the ambient streetlights cast a soothing glow into her dimly lit apartment, Zion, the large German Shepherd, lazily chewed on a toy, occasionally glancing up at the television.

Sensing a presence, Sabrina didn't bother to lift her head. "Back again, bat boy?" she mumbled, her voice heavy with nonchalance. Zion's ears perked up at the sound of her voice. A dark figure, draped in a cape, emerged from her bedroom. "Hand me a beer, will ya?" Sabrina grunted casually, extending her hand toward the table. Batman sighed, his frustration evident in the subtle shift of his posture.

"No," he replied firmly, taking measured steps toward her. Sabrina pushed herself up, causing Zion to gently settle back onto the couch as she stood unsteadily. Her gaze met Batman's. "Drinking?" His question hung in the air, though he already knew the answer, observing the beer cans scattered about.

"I'm bored, is all," she retorted with a sigh, her voice sounding surprisingly composed despite the situation. It was a testament to years of training that allowed her voice to maintain its steadiness. "I suppose you are too, that's why you came," she added, stepping away from his grasp and stumbling toward the kitchen.

Batman shook his head slightly, "I came to check on you." The silence between them lingered, heavy with unspoken concern. "How was therapy?" he inquired, trying to steer the conversation into more serious territory.

Sabrina abruptly slammed shut the refrigerator door, cracking open a can of beer. Her movements were rigid, her frustration palpable. "Therapy's just another word for someone prying into things they don't understand," she retorted sharply, her tone edged with defiance. As she made her way back to the couch, she muttered, "I'm sorry you feel the need to check on me." Sabrina never found out what was the cause of Batman checking on her. Perhaps it was from her attempt to kill herself or maybe Rachel requested him too, she's better off not knowing. Sabrina chugged the cold drink, her eyes locked with his.

"I don't mind, better than beating up thugs," Batman retorted, his gloved hands clenching at his sides. Sabrina regarded him skeptically.

"I'd rather be doing that," she stated firmly, breaking their eye contact and staring down at the floor. "I don't know… I'm just going through a rough time. That's all." Her voice wavered as she explained, but she managed to keep her emotions in check. Sabrina had the urge to cry, yet she restrained herself – crying was something she had trained herself not to do, no matter the emotional toll.

"I know," Batman nodded, a subtle understanding reflected in his eyes. "You should get out more," he advised before the radio on his belt crackled to life, emitting police chatter before falling silent. Batman glanced down momentarily before meeting her gaze again. "I'll see you later," he reassured her with a nod before swiftly making his way to her bedroom, disappearing through the only openable window. At first, Sabrina hadn't been keen on Batman – a grown man in a bat suit seemed ridiculous. But his concern, despite being a stranger, held a sense of genuine care that she couldn't ignore.

As the apartment returned to its quiet state, Sabrina remained seated, the weight of her conversation with Batman lingering in the room.

Her phone blared across the otherwise silent apartment, disrupting the quiet solitude. Grudgingly, Sabrina reached for it, flipping it open.

"Hello?" Her voice was hoarse and gruff, squinting as sunlight streamed in through the wide windows.

"Were you asleep?" Rachel's voice crackled from the other end. Sabrina let out an annoyed sigh and rubbed her face.

"Yes," she stated bluntly, checking the time on her watch. It was well past noon. "It's only…" Her voice trailed off, realizing the time. Hurriedly, she dashed over to Zion's bowl and filled it with kibble.

"There's a gala next month, for Harvey," Rachel informed her. Sabrina balanced the phone between her shoulder and ear while pouring the dog's food, the clatter echoing in the apartment.

"And…?" Sabrina prompted, waiting for Rachel to continue, filling the other bowl with water as Zion eagerly dug into his meal.

"And you're going," Rachel affirmed.

"The hell I am," Sabrina snapped back. "You can tell buddy boy Dent he can soak in his glory without his favorite… Oh my golly, Rach, what does he call me? The girl who lives! Like I'm written by JK fucking Rowling or whatever," she argued, hearing Rachel sigh on the other end.

"Bruce Wayne invited you, as his date," Rachel admitted, attempting to persuade her. "Aren't you curious about Gotham's most eligible bachelor?"

"I'm not," Sabrina declared firmly, closing the phone abruptly and tossing it onto the counter.

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incorrectbatfam · 5 months

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I think you missed one member of Rob's crew. Their friend Jason Todd who comes round every so often with pizza and is actually rich or something.

A new neighbor moved in across the hall.

Rob didn't think much of it. People came in and out all the time. Traveling workers, runaway kids, aimless drifters. Half the tenants were squatters at any given time yet here he was paying rent like a total sucker.

He spat into the sink and rinsed. In the chipped mirror cabinet, he inspected himself. His rust-colored stubble was coming in, but not so quickly that he needed to shave today. He shrugged and threw on a clean shirt.

In the living room—if he could call it that, since it practically overlapped the kitchen—Milo entertained the kids with a mobile game while Gene was reading an Edgar Allen Poe book falling apart at the spine. They were the only other permanent residents besides the Steeler family. The rest of the crew came in and out as they pleased.

Rob said, "Kids, did you eat breakfast yet?"

The two six-year-olds nodded. The fifteen-year-old gave an affirmative grunt, not taking his eyes off the screen.

"What'd you have?" Rob asked.

"Donuts!" answered Gunner.

He raised an eyebrow. "Donuts?"

"Jay from across the hall brought them," said Jackie. "He also gave us these special donut hats. Look!"

Paper crinkled as she unfolded a Krispy Kreme hat and put it on top of her frizzy hair.

"I see." He nodded.

"Don't worry, I tested it first," Gene said.

"Thanks."

As Rob poured his morning coffee, he glanced at the box of a dozen donuts. A few of them were missing, naturally, but there was still a wide range of flavors. Next to it was an unfinished thank you card from Jackie, presumably before she got distracted.

Normally, he wouldn't think twice about the neighbors. But this one—this Jay who wouldn't even tell them his last name—had been on Rob's mind since the first "anonymous" free pizza delivery a week ago. Of course, with online ordering there was always a digital footprint, which Mac tracked to the apartment across the hall. After that, there was the "anonymous" Chinese takeout.

Then, Jay started talking to them and it was the standard neighborly conversations down by the mail room. When he asked Rob what he did for a living, Rob answered vaguely that he was freelancing. Gene was unemployed and he could outright say it. Jay also asked the kids what they wanted for the upcoming holidays when the complex residents were setting up the Christmas tree. Jackie wanted a pony and Gunner wanted a monster truck, and for a moment it seemed like Jay was in serious consideration.

Still, Jay was a stranger. As the encounters continued, it became an unspoken rule that either Rob or Gene be with the kids when the young man was around. One could never be too cautious in Gotham.

Rob finished his coffee and debated taking a donut, but ultimately decided against it. He grabbed his jacket, keys, and pack of cigarettes, telling Milo and the kids (mostly Milo) not to make a mess in the ten minutes he would be gone.

He didn't like smoking on the balcony. It was too close to the children and he didn't want them to get sick. Worse, he didn't want them to pick up the same dirty habit that he only got hooked on because he was a dumb kid that didn't know any better.

He trekked four floors down only to find, lo and behold, he wasn't alone.

A cigarette hung from Jay's fingers as he leaned against the brick wall at the entryway. "'Sup."

Rob acknowledged him with a short nod before lighting his own.

Rob glanced at Jay. It wasn't his first time observing but he always liked to note the subtle changes. The young man—about a decade younger than Rob—sported only a red sweatshirt and grease-stained jeans despite the cold. Since last time, Jay had gained a bruise on his cheek and a cut on his forehead just under his white streak. Rob didn't know what his neighbor did for a living other than it left him with a different mottling of injuries every week.

Jay spoke. "Ever heard of third-hand smoke?"

Rob. "What's that?"

"Firsthand is what we're doing right now, basically inhaling these cancer sticks. Secondhand would be if someone was standing close to us while we do it. Thirdhand smoke is the smell left on you after you go back inside and it's potentially harmful," he said. "You have kids, right?"

"The hell kind of question is that? You've met then."

"I'm just saying, you might wanna consider stopping by the laundry before you go back up."

"Fantastic. Another way I'm a shit dad." Rob grunted and took a drag.

Jay flicked some ashes off. "I know a think or two about shit fathers and the fact that you're worried about being one means you're on the right track."

"How can I be a good dad when I can't even provide them breakfast?"

"I asked your older kid and he said it was fine."

"Milo isn't mine and he's not the one in charge. Next time, take it up with me."

"Duly noted."

Rob took another long drag and ran his fingers through his hair, feeling the past two days' worth of residue from not washing. It caked under his nails like week-old bacon grease on unwashed dishes. It was disgusting. He was disgusting. All of him.

The sleeping around. The accidental pregnancy with a woman he barely knew. The fights. Him throwing her out into a rainstorm. Becoming a widower before he turned thirty with two kids who will never remember her. The backbreaking jobs. Not being good enough to not be laid off. The sketchy investment and losing nearly everything. The sneaking, the breaking, the taking.

And the excuses. All the ways he convinced himself he was in the right.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Jay asked.

"I doubt it's worth a even penny," Rob answered. "I've just been wondering lately what my kids will remember me as when they get older. The business I'm in doesn't have a good reputation and I don't want that to be the first thing that comes to mind when they think of me—someone who only takes. I dunno why I'm telling you all this."

"Hey, it's a valid concern. The work I do also leaves me with those types of questions."

"What do you do?" he asked.

"A little bit of everything," Jay replied vaguely. "But back to what I was saying: your kids aren't gonna remember your day job. But I know they'll remember you putting them on your shoulders to hang the tinsel last weekend."

"I admit, you got a point." Rob flattened the cigarette butt under his boot before tossing it in the nearly trash can. "Anyway, thanks for co-hosting my morning pity party, but I have some errands to run. Starting with laundry."

Jay smiled. "I'll see you around."

"Hopefully," he said, smiling back.

There was something familiar about his neighbor, but Rob couldn't put his finger on it.

Ah, well. At least this one came with free food. Rob would be an idiot if he didn't take a donut while the washing machine wrung the smoke out his clothes.

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gothamitelove · 2 years

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Riddler's (Gotham and arkhamverse) reaction with a Anti-hero hacker s/o who lives to prank others, it doesn't matter if you're a villain or hero you're still, at some point, get dragged in a prank of this playful antihero

oh boy anon ur on it. here u go

gotham!riddler: he's got one rule about this: not anywhere near his experiments. he's remarkably good-natured about this otherwise, especially when you make other people look stupid. he's a big fan of that. he admires how much of a free spirit you are, and he'll brag about your creativity to anyone who'll listen.

arkhamverse!riddler: this very much depends on which game you're looking at. arkham!riddler in general probably doesn't take very well to this when it's directed at him, if only because he's such a perfectionist and doesn't like his stuff getting messed with. this intensifies as the games progress. otherwise, he loves watching you make everyone look incompetent and gets a good kick out of it (especially when harvey or oswald get pranked).

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halloweenfrills · 2 months

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WARNING: definitely not consensual, drug use, forced oral, water boarding, water sports.

(No title. Only thing I could think of was "Dr. Crane Gets Brain.")

This was your chance to be more, more than Dr. Crane, respected psychologist at Arkam Asylum, well, as respected as you can be in Gotham. It's not like you'll ever be Bruce Wayne but this research will bring you more than the measly life you've gotten by taking care of the local crazies.

The hazy streetlights somehow made her look more fragile, the woman you've decided on as she carries a single pizza alone in the night. Bold, walking alone like that, but you would soon know her fears if the toxin you had created was the right formula, tonight was an experiment to see how the drug worked on a sane person, assuming this woman was sane. Feeling your knuckles turn white around the handle of your briefcase you echoed her footsteps.

Waiting underneath the cover of darkness in an alley across from her apartment building it would seem luck was on your side tonight. There was no sign of The Bat, not even a symbol in the sky as you waited for her lights to dim, only the flicker of TV showing through her bedroom curtains.

There was a rule among the lower Gothamites in the city, a rule to mind your own business and turn a blind eye to crime, so as you kneeled onto the asphalt, feeling the damp soak the knee of your suit pants, the click of your briefcase opening goes unnoticed. Staring up at you, a mess of stitches and brown sackcloth, empty black holes your eyes were about to fill, the mask stared up at you. The crazies called you Scarecrow, the name stuck and you quite liked it. Slipping on the mask, you're no longer Dr. Crane, you're Scarecrow, a worst nightmare brought to life, becoming any fear someone could see. Your fear toxin was loaded, begging to be used to gain you more power in Gotham.

The sound of your heart was in your ears as now you were inside the apartment, from what you could see, as shabby as it looked on the outside she had made this a quaint little home in the middle of this filthy city. You could feel yourself smile underneath the mask, her sleeping form seeming to flicker by the TV light.

"Wakey wakey.", you hummed lowly, stalking to her side and leaning over so when her eyes opened she would see the face of Scarecrow. It was time to get a look inside her head.

It took mere seconds for her sleeping form to go from dazed to instant panic. I'm sure the shock alone from seeing a figure standing over her as she slept was enough to induce fear but more was needed, unleashing the fear toxin with a simple click of a button.

Her screams were almost like gasps, stepping back to watch her flail herself out of bed, seeing pale legs wobbling as if struggling to keep her on her feet. "What do you see?", my distorted voice asks, seeing her whip her head around to gaze at me like a wild animal trapped and knowing its doom. Curious, the gasping screams were different, watching as her hands almost clawed at her throat and chest, leaving red marks dragging along her skin.

It clicked, drowning, she was feeling herself drown and maybe simply seeing a man in a mask and suit. "Fascinating.", the word left my lips, this time reaching out for her. She screamed, finally struggling out two words, "The Batman!" Even her words sounded like they were under water, that pressure crushing down onto her. My hand found her hair, pulling hard on her scalp and I saw tears come to her eyes as I began dragging her towards the bathroom, her wobbling legs almost useless.

The Batman. I've heard plenty of stories but so far I've not seen a sign of him myself.

Flicking on the bathroom light, her fingers were trying to claw at my hand as I forced her to her knees, twisting in my hold, "This will have to do.", I sighed, curiosity getting the best of me, if she seemed to have a fear of drowning then how much could she take?

With two fingers I lifted the lid of the toilet, wrapping her black hair around my hand as she kept gasping, "The Batman isn't coming.", I tell her slowly before plunging her face into the toilet water. She made the obvious mistake of screaming as she went in, water sucking into her mouth and lungs while her knees banged against the floor for mercy, water splashing onto the cuff of my suit. Now she was really drowning, or, at least, drowning under my control.

Deciding she needed a break, I lifted her head from the toilet, and tilted my head, the soulless Scarecrow mask observing her sobbing face, the water dripping down the front of the black silk nightie she wore, "Please-Please!", her voice hoarse, "Can't breathe-"

"Obviously.", I snorted, plunging her back in. The fear toxin must slowly be losing its hold on her mind as she was beginning to form words instead of gasping screams.

Deciding when she had enough, her body tried coughing up the water, watching as her chest heaved, and to my surprise two little points caught my attention, her nipples now hard beneath the wet silk.

"Npt quite the reaction I was expecting.", I whisper to myself, intrigued, my eyes scanning down her trembling form. All that kicking had lifted up the hem of the nightie, revealing gray cotton panties with something that really caught my attention, a little wet patch between her thighs, something that couldn't be mistaken for anything else.

"Oh my God, you're disgusting.", I almost laughed, she was enjoying this despite the fear, "What's going on in that little head of yours?"

Loosening the grip on her hair, only a little, I watched the shame creep up her face, the gasping quiet now as the drowning pressure must be slowly relieving from her chest as her mind was trying to process everything. Kicking her ankles apart more, she flinched but had stilled the fighting, my fingertips running up her leg, her thigh, and eventually pressing against the wet spot.

This time you expected the noise that came from her next, a moan. You smiled behind the mask, wondering if she could see the way your eyes shone with their own excitement of this discovery. "Let's see what else you like.", I hissed, plunging her head back into the toilet before she could beg for The Batman that wouldn't come.

Holding her in place with one hand, it seemed now that her shame was exposed, despite the fear toxin weakening, she didn't have much fight left. With the other hand you reached to unzip the pants of your suit, reaching to free yourself, "Since you don't mind being disgusting..." As a test, you free your hand from her hair, deciding to relieve the pressure and piss right into the toilet her head was in as if that's where she belonged. It gave a certain satisfaction, seeing her peek up, timid, just as the pale yellow stream hit her cheek, a pitiful wail coming from her as she hid her face back down to hide her lower lip quivering from tears.

"What's the matter?", you kicked at her ankles, tilting your head to see that the wet patch had grown, her thighs almost quivering. Either this was a reaction to the drug or she really was disgusting, either way it was fascinating.

Now that you were relieved, shaking off the last remnants, she began to move as you tucked yourself away, your hand pausing as you were going to zip back up. You've used the fear toxin, seen how it reacted on a person that wasn't in Arkam Asylum, but you didn't want to be done with her.

Bending to grab her hair again, she winced as you turned up her face to yours, making her stare into the eyes of The Scarecrow, "You could make for an interesting experiment.", you signed, running your thumb over her lower lip, seeing she had bitten it, smearing the watered down blood across her lips, "Open your mouth."

And on command, she did. Was her mind gone? Did the toxin make her go numb? Or did she think compliance would keep her from getting hurt? Either way, as your thumb slid into her mouth and pressed to her tongue you felt your cock twitch as you stared down into those fear filled eyes.

"Fuck it.", you huffed to yourself, once again freeing yourself from your suit pants, stroking with one hand while the other held her chin, feeling her anxious tongue run over your thumb. She was squirming, no doubt horny from this as well as you let her suffer, seeing you grow harder.

This time your touch was more gentle, taking the back of her head and guiding her to your cock, the tip toying with her lips to take you inside. You rose an eyebrow, an action she couldn't see, as you observed if she would obey.

As you slipped into her mouth, your length gliding onto her tongue to feel the weight of you, your own moans slipped out. She was so warm and wet, her saliva pooling around your cock as you reached to grip her head with both hands, eager to fuck her face.

She's already had her worst fears come to life, drowning, unable to breathe, now as you forced her head up and down, taking the length of your cock back and forth, you were giving her that fear all over again.

And it felt good.

Her palms went to your thighs, begging, praising, you didn't care. Her knees sore on the bathroom tiles as her body wanted to protest to the feeling of your cock in her throat, the quiet gags another warning.

You wanted to come, fuck, she felt too good. But you couldn't leave any DNA behind for Commissioner Gorden and his piggies to find.

Your chest heaving, you forced her to take you completely, holding the back of her head so her nose was pressed to your suit pants, just making her hold your cock. Her palms beat at your thighs, gagging and gasping as drool came from her mouth and dripped down to her chest. Chuckling behind the mask, you let her go, leaving her on the floor to sputter and cough while you grabbed the hand towel, quickly pumping until you felt your own release into the fabric.

The toxin must most definitely be wearing off now, a ragged sob shaking her while you stepped over and back to her bedroom where you left the briefcase, putting the towel inside so there's no evidence left behind.

Unable to stop yourself from taking one last look, she made no move to flinch away as she cried, lifting the nightie to properly see her panties now soaked.

"I've got to get a look inside your head.", you tell her, patting her thigh and standing back up. You hoped to see her at Arkam, such a fascinating experiment.

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