#fuck this roman sionis dude

[oneofgothamsinsane]

wtf do you do when harley quinn and Poison Ivy show up at your place of work and just start ranting about how stupid and bitchy some arse named “RoMaN SiOnIs” who, honestly, sound like he needs to be bitch slapped into next week? THEY MAKE VERY CONVINCING ARGUMENTS OKAY???

#only in gotham #only in gotham rp #poison ivy #stan poison ivy #fr fr ong #harley quinn #dr. harleen quinzel #dr. pamela islesy #roman sionis #i think that was his name? #mrs. ivy also gave me a cacti #we stan both mrs. ivy and mrs. quinn #fuck this roman sionis dude #he sounds like a metropalin

[more-cardigan-than-woman]

Coveted

Summary: You and your bestie go out to celebrate her divorce, unfortunately you just happen to stumble into the bar of the guy youve only been on three dates with, Roman Sionis.

Reader x Roman Sionis

1.8k

Warnings: SMUT, binding, swearing, couch fucking

The lights of the club are blinding, the music is loud and the crowd is like a swarm of bees trying to cram their way through the door.

You'd rather be anywhere else. But it's not everyday your bestie gets divorced and this is where she wanted to go. So, you strapped on your heels and your prettiest dress and now you're standing right inside the club. 

Deep breath, deep breath. You can do this. Karlie wraps her arm through yours, squealing a little bit as the security guard ushers you out of the doorway. “So, is your mystery man coming tonight?” She leans in, sounding excited.

“I hope not.” You mumble, but she's not paying attention anyway, “tonight's about you babe!” You squeal successfully distracting her, “let's go have some fun.”

“Lets!” She giggles, “I wanna find the youngest, hottest idiot and fuck his brains out.”

“Kay, babe. I'll keep an eye out.”

The night seems to be going well. Karlie is getting a bit tipsy but with you constantly feeding her glasses of water in between drinks she keeps her head on her shoulders.

You dance and drink together. All the while your eyes scan the room, over and over. He told you he owned a club, but this can't be it. It's way too flashy and every time you've met him it's been very low-key.

Maybe you're mistaken? After all, you've been here nearly 2 hours and haven't seen him. It must be a different club. Maybe one of those classy ass cigar lounges, dude did look like he was rolling in it.

A young man approaches your table, his red curly hair flowing just past his shoulders and his crisp white shirt is hugging at his sides. 

“That's the one,” Karlie shouts, “Wish me luck,” she mouths to you, jumping from her seat almost immediately and leading the man to the dance floor. You laugh at her enthusiasm.

You watch her dance and then make out with the man. Your drink resting in your hand. You're almost about to leave her to it when you notice someone approaching the booth.

“Come with me, miss.” The large woman orders you.

“I was just leaving.” 

“Come with me miss,” she repeats, “now please.”

“Do I have a choice?”

“Not really,” she shrugs, “sorry.”

She walks you up a flight of stairs and into a darkened room. “Where are we going?” you ask, but the woman ignores you, opening the heavy metal door. All you see is the blue lights that seem to be hidden under the walls and a dark figure sitting on the lounge at the back. You take a step inside and begin to panic when you hear the door click shut behind you.

“Ummm, ma'am,” you turn trying to open the locked door, “ma'am what is this? Ma'am?” 

You hear the click of expensive shoes behind you. Approaching slowing from the back of the room, gods you’re so fucked.

You turn, knowing that there's no real escape here and are suddenly met with a pair of eyes that you recognise. “Roman?”

“Hello darling.” His soft gloved hand gently takes hold of your chin as he steps closer, “did you come here just to tempt me?”

“No, i- my friend, she-”

“is firmly distracted by my man.”

“Roman, I should get back to her.”

“She,” he leans forward, his breath a tingle on your ear, “will be taken good care of tonight, my darling. I want you all to myself.” his arm wraps around your waist pulling you closer, “I feel like you've been teasing me all night.”

“I didn't even know you were here.”

“That's worse.” His teeth sink into your neck and his tongue licks at you, “I knew you were here the moment you hit my sidewalk.” his gloves slip up your dress, searching for the zip, “and you have been teasing me ever since.”

“If I had known you were watching me,” your fingers move fast to the buttons of his shirt, “I would've been naughtier.”

“You were plenty naughty,” he spins you, fed up with his struggle to find your zip. He rips it open with force but his hands are slow while he peals it from your shoulders, his lips chasing the fabric. “Sitting so quietly, ignoring my attempts to get your attention.”

“I didn't do it on purpose.” You smile, knowing he can't see it. 

“And if you had?”

“I would've found something to get me in more trouble.”

“Do you enjoy punishment, darling?”

i“Hmm. With you?” You arch back, pushing your ass into his groin, “I think I could find it very enjoyable.” 

“Let's get to it then, darling.” He lifts you from behind, carrying you over the room and throwing you into the couch, “ass over the arm.” 

“And if I don't?”

He laughs, “please, by all means Resist darling. It makes it way more fun for me.”

You start to squirm, but Romans strong hands have a tight hold for you. His knees press your legs open as his hand around your hair pushes your face into the couch cushions.

“Stop squirming.” His fingers tighten on your hair, pulling your hair back.

“Fucking hell, Romie.” You pant, your ass lifting up in the air as your tummy curves down and your back is beautifully arched.

“You look perfect like this,” he groans into your ear, his free hand making quick work of your panties and then his belt.

You smirk at him over your shoulder. sliding yourself off the couch and moving to get up. “Can't punish what you can't catch.”

“Oh, pretty girl.” His voice is low and dangerous, “I’ve already caught you.” His gloved hand wraps around the back of your throat stopping you in your tracks. His other hand sliding up and under the remains of your dress, “and I know you don't wanna run from me.” 

You shiver in his arms, and he chuckles, wrapping the expensive leather of his belt over your wrists and pinning them to your back.

“Get on the couch,” he presses you forward, his knees kicking yours up and pushing you down into the cushions, “stay right there,” he orders you and you wiggle a sad attempt at pretending to fight.

“What will you do with me?” Your whine turns into a moan as he tears off the remnants of your dress and lands a hard slap on your pussy.

“Teach you what I do to pretty girls who tease me.” He slaps you again. Then his strong fingers are ripping at the seams of your panties and you hear him inhale. “what a fuckin mess.” He slaps you again, “can't have my pretty girl making a mess on my couch.”

“Fuck,” you pant, sticking your ass up and trying to find anything to Grind down on, something to give you the pressure you need, “Roman, please.”

“Yes, pretty girl.” His voice was deep and mischievous, “beg for me.” 

The slice of his zipper cuts through the air, the cling of his belt sending jolts of anticipation  through you. When the expensive leather wrap tightens around you as he pushes you further into the couch, holding you right where he wants you.

“Please Roman,” your legs kick but find no target, “please,” you try to move your arms, but he presses them harder into your back, “I need you, fuck.” 

“What lovely noises you make for me.” His cock slaps at your pussy, teasing you. You scream his name and he laughs. “Stop squirming, it just makes me want to tease you more.” He slips his cock between your lips grinding through them the tip just barely grazing your clit and sending you into a blissful torture. 

“Please fuck me Roman, “ tears start to sell in your eyes, “I can't take it.”

He grabs you by the hair, pulling you back so your chest is slush with his stomach.  His voice a growl in your ear, “not yet. But you will learn to take it from me.” He grinds up, giving you a tiny dose of what's in store as he grinds his cock into your clit.

“Yes, I can.” You pant, “I will. But please. “ You barely have the last word or before he moves back. His cock slip's right into the dropping mess between your legs. 

His gloved hand moves from your hair to your neck,  directing your face to the side and his lips meet yours. His pace is almost as punishing as his kiss. Fierce, hard and unrelenting. 

You feel light headed whether from the kiss or the fucking, you can't tell. But both are intoxicating, he's intoxicating. You twist and the soft leather glides over your thigh and between your legs. Stopping at your clit, he does move just gives you something to grind down on. 

“It's too much,”  you somehow manage to say between garbled moans.

“Take it for me”

“Roman I-”

“I got you. Take it”

“Yes,” you lean back into him. Your muscles relax as you're pussy starts to contract,  “Roman I I think”

“Your mine now pretty girl”

“Yes”

“Say it”

“I'm yours”

“Yes,  keep saying it.” He moans, makes me wanna come

“I'm yours, I am all yours, all of me.” You scream as you explode in a cacophony of pleasure over him and he picks up the pace. You keep saying it as his fingers bruise into you.

“More more”

“Roman I am yours”

“Fuck” he screams through gritted teeth “Fuck fuck,  Yes” he keeps slamming into you as his pace slows down. 

With a deep sigh he stops. Leaning his back into the couch and wiping his brow. “You,  ah.  You're something else.” You hear him smile as his fingers release you from your bonds and he helps you recline into him. 

“Hmmm.” You hum, resting your head on his shoulder, “this was nice.”

“Just nice,” he laughs and you feel his dick inside you twitch, “have to try something else next time then.”

“It was great,  I just-”

“Got your brains fucked out and can't think?”

“Yeah, xctly.”

“Rest pretty girl,”  his hands soothe down your sides. 

“Think I will”

“Good,” his lips gently press into your temple and your eyes flutter close. You’re nearly about to drift right off into dreamland when you swear you hear him say, “You’re all mine now, Darling.” was that another kiss? “You’ll never be free of me.”

#roman sionis x reader #x reader #roman sionis smut #reader x roman sionis

[jasontoddenthusiastt]

Who would you want Jason to team up with?

I don’t really want Jason to be part of a team, especially for the time being. I’m tired of dc just shoving him with a group of people because editorial doesn’t know what to do with him (which itself is a product of their cowardice preventing them from letting him be what he wanted to be ever since he came back). There has yet to be a good Jason Todd solo run where the story doesn’t constantly shift its focus, and gets Jason’s motivations, thoughts, and competencies right while seamlessly incorporating this into an interesting plot (that again fits where his character is right now but manages to move him forward). He’s been around for FORTY years!! This is what fans are long overdue for, and it’s what I ultimately want.

He can maybe have a small supporting cast of friends or family, but I think the story can do without them too. Look at utrh; even his universally accepted best story isn’t technically centered on his perspective, it’s all from Bruce’s. Let him think and talk and act and reflect in his own space on his own. I don’t trust many writers to be able to include characters like Dick or Tim or even anyone else and not instinctively dumb Jason down to prop them up, even in Jason’s own story lol. This can actually also happen just to easily resolve plot issues, and that’s another issue I had with RHATO rebirth. The fact that he got tricked by Roman fucking Sionis of all people, the person he NOTORIOUSLY fucked over in his most iconic story. But now we’re supposed to believe Jason is actually clumsy, a bit stupid, and impulsive of all things because Lobdell does what he wants. Jason is a master of improvisation, he is not impulsive.

In the long term/in general, if he were to work with other characters I’d want to keep it at a collaboration at most rather than stick him in a team. He has potential to stand on his own and be a great character in his own right, away from the batfam, away from team ups. That being said, if I were to have people interact with him, I’d personally want to see him be featured in more occult/supernatural stuff, so probably Constantine, Zatanna, and Boston Brand. Especially Boston because they’ve met before and it’s one of my favourite robin Jason stories, small as it was. They had an interesting dynamic! As soon as Jason sees a spooky demon-looking dude in red he smiles and greets him all friendly. Also spirits and shit gravitating to Jason because his soul/aura is alluring to them. Could be interesting.

More of future Jason in the White Knight universe would also be nice. I like the idea of Jason getting his own Robin not in the “I’m more like Bruce than I thought” way, but I want to see him be good to Gan and not fuck kids up the way Bruce did to him. Not every hero who has a child sidekick sucks ass and is a manipulative control freak who abuses them, but Bruce is special like that in that he’s the best (worst). It’d be satisfying to see a robin under Jason graduate from their robin days to independence smoothly, and for them to actually have a good relationship with Jason even after. It’d go to show how good Jason is at not only being a mentor, but also his competency as a vigilante and his priorities with keeping kids alive/protecting them.

#asks

[talas-first-lady]

The characters of Batwoman have been allotted one use of the word "fuck" per season.

Bonus points if you share the episode/scene/line they should use it in.

Other seasons

#batwoman poll #tumblr polls #batwoman #ryan wilder #sophie moore #alice kane #luke fox #mary hamilton #jacob kane #batwoman ocean #roman sionis #angelique martin #russel tavaroff #vesper fairchild

[like-rain-or-confetti]

Rogues reaction to hero angrily cursing at someone cause they were being rude for no reason, hero is calm and nice but they were having a bad day and the dude being rude was their last fucking straw

The fun part is, the hero is bilingual so you can hear various languages being used to insult the person :)

- Witch anon

The Riddler: He's annoyed because he doesn't understand what's being said and not knowing drives him mad. It makes him feel inferior. If you're going to insult someone atleast do it in a language they'll understand! Actually you know what, screw that, if you're going to insult anyone. Do it in a means that he will understand.

Scarecrow: Blinks a couple of times in surprise. Who knew you had it in you? Whilst he didn't understand a word, he knew there was nothing nice being said. It seemed the person was even hurt, regardless if they understood what you said or not. He's keeping quiet on this one. It's time for observation. Would people be more afraid of you now seeing this side of you?

Two-Face: Harv' cooes. "Awwww baby's first words!" "It's not English." Harvey replied flatly. "Yeah, but they're finally got some bite behind their bark." Harvey really wants Harv to shut up and not draw attention to him but luckily, he only received a glare.

Black Mask: He's immediately laughing. He finds it hilarious. Like if you were yelling at him, it'd be a fight. No one talks to Roman Sionis like that even if he didn't understand a word. Since you're telling at someone else it's quality entertainment. He loves seeing people get so worked up, especially when knowing how helpless they usually are. It's like icing on the cake.

Penguin: His eyebrows are about to be in the middle of his scalp, he's so surprised. Where did that even come from!? Then you just went back to normal? Nope, someone get these cuffs off him. This hero is crazy. Nope. Not today. Where's the GCPD? They need to hurry up and take him away. Take him away FROM YOU. NOPE.

#request #batman #batman villains #batman scenarios #the riddler #scarecrow #two face #black mask #penguin #edward nygma #jonathan crane #harvey dent #roman sionis #oswald cobblepot

[mywitchcultblr]

Roman Sionis is trans and Bi because of course he is. The Joker is bi but actually heavily leaning owards dudes. You think why he's so into Batman huh? Yeah talking about Dark Knight Joker. Fuck you... All of your fave are trans...

Because fuck your transphobia

#the joker #roman sionis #dc #dark knight #trans

[letamreviews]

Le Theme - Birds of Prey (2020): Empowering Emancipation (part 3)

(part 1) (part 2) (part 4)

MODERATE SPOILERS

Black Canary

Yet again, the lyrics line up damn well with the story as Black Canary sings (her actor) Jurnee Smollett-Bell’s version of James Brown’s “It’s a Man’s Man’s Man’s World” at the Black Mask Club.

This is a man's world This is a man's world But it wouldn't be nothing Nothing without a woman or a girl

After Sionis’ attempt to bring Mr. Keo and the Golden Lions into his fold failed, Black Canary’s singing takes the forefront while the scene jumps between her performance on stage and Sionis’ attempts to pretend he isn’t losing his shit.

This is a man's world It wouldn't be nothing Without a woman or a girl He's lost in the wilderness He's lost in bitterness He's lost in loneliness He's lost This is a man's world It wouldn't be nothing Without a woman or a girl

Now, let’s address the song. On third viewing (yep), I realized the message the movie’s sending. While the world is designed for males, it simply would be significantly less if females opted out (we’ll get back to this). That’s the first point. The second point is that males (Sionis especially) are lost. Very lost. Why that is? ‘Eh, the song doesn’t seem to cover it and the movie doesn’t either (directly atleast). Not like it’s important to the movie, though. So let’s carry on.

After she finishes, we get the following.

Harley (V.O.): Canary's been singing at Roman's club for years. Sionis: *clapping* Come on! *looks at crowd* Harley (V.O.): He calls her his little bird, Black Canary: *puts the mic away uncomfortably and forces appreciative smiles* Harley (V.O.): and he's got her wrapped right around his fancy little finger.

Yeah, we’ll get back to this.

Harlequin Joins the Club

The very next thing is an exchange between Black Canary and Harley.

Black Canary: *walks up to bar* Bartender: Here you go, Canary. *gives her a drink* Black Canary: *sounding tired* Thank you. (…) Harley: *drunkenly* Singer lady woman! *points and smiles* Black Canary: *looking bothered* Harley: You’re really, really good. Black Canary: *exhaling* Yeah. *sighs before sipping drink* Harley: *slides up in her space* Know what a harlequin is? Black Canary: *looking frustrated* Janky-ass clown with bad eye makeup? Harley: Oof! …Ouch! Black Canary: *smiles playfully* Harley: *looking down, smiling* A Harlequin's role is to serve. An audience. A master. *looks away for a bit* You know, a harlequin's nothing without a master. Black Canary: *looks at her* Harley: And no one gives two fucks who we are beyond that. *drinks her shot and turns her back to bar, looking at Sionis laughing with a group* Black Canary: *looks her over and looks over at Sionis chattering* Yeah, I don't know who you think I am, lady, but I'm not her. *drinks* Harley: Puddin' and I broke up. Black Canary: *gives long look* Harley: *makes brief eye contact* I haven’t that to anyone. Yeah. For good this time. And for the first time in a long time, *looks at her with a smile* I’m all on my lonesome. *holds back tears* It’s great. Black Canary: *proceeds to leave the bar* Welcome to the club. Harley: *sadly* Thanks.

Immediately after, some dude at the bar who clearly heard everything tries to cheer butter her up with drinks. Next shot is him holding her up against a wall in the alley while she’s mostly unconscious. Black Canary walks out, he puts on an act saying “We’re all good here”, and she continues on to her car only looking back once. We then see Harley drunkenly say “I don’t wanna go home” before a van backs into the alley, which Black Canary notices in her rear view mirror. Just before they put her in the van (and totally rape and/or kidnap her), the second guy asks “Isn’t that [redacted]’s girl?” To which the first answers with a smile, “Not anymore.”

Enter Black Canary and Marva Whitney’s “Unwind Yourself”. The two get a beatdown (with no help from drunk Harley) and Sionis witnesses it from a window above. Before we even get to that part, let’s focus on the lyrics for a sec.

Unwind yourself Come on and turn that soul loose Come on baby Unwind yourself Turn your soul, soul loose Well, if you can't groove And you can't move Well then baby Well then baby That's no groove No, no Find yourself (…) Oh don't be scared It won't break Turn her loose And let it shake Let it shake now

Yeah, this is definitely a track Black Canary needed to hear after a stressful day at work. Remember her conversation with Harley earlier? Remember how tired she seemed? Remember her song before that? Remember how uncomfortable she seemed after finishing? Somebody doesn’t like their work situation. And thanks to Harley and two fuckheads, she gets to relieve some stress.

Also thanks to Harley and two fuckheads, “Songbird” gets unwillingly promoted to the more dangerous servitudinal position of Sionis’ new driver. Why? Because Sionis has an “amazing idea” after saying “All these years, I thought she was just a pretty face and a fine set of lungs.” ...And a certain Harlequin broke the previous driver’s legs. >.>

During the after scene of her strolling to her apartment building, the lyrics of The Three Degrees’ “Collage” lets us into Black Canary’s head.

Red for the light, gotta stop this thing Find a song to sing that is everything That I meant to say, I meant to say

Simply put, things started moving too fast in a direction she didn’t want it to and she wanted to hit dem breaks but they didn’t work. 🤷🏿‍♂️

Black Canary & Cassandra

While making way to her apartment, Black Canary stumbles on Cassandra sitting on the steps just past her own while her foster parents are arguing loudly in it.

Cassandra’s Foster Father: You’re the one who wanted the kid! Black Canary: *looks in general direction* Cassandra’s Foster Mother: I never wanted her! Black Canary: *scoffs; approaching Cassandra* Let me guess. Parents? Cassandra: *head down* Foster parents. *briefly looks away* Black Canary: Right. *briefly looks away* Black Canary: Sorry, kid. *touches arm casket* Cassandra: *recoils arm* Sorry about your face. *looks at her* Shit, *both smile* you do have something on your face. *looks ahead* Black Canary: *laughs* You should've seen the other guy. Cassandra’s Foster Parents: *still arguing* Black Canary: *stares in general direction again; exhaling* Uh… *looks at Cassandra: *walks away* Cassandra’s Foster Father: I want that kid Black Canary: *stops, turns around* Cassandra’s Foster Father: out of my fucking house! Black Canary: You know, kid, not every day is gonna be like this. Cassandra: *looking in general direction; looks at Black Canary* Black Canary: You just gotta hang in there. *pulls out wallet and approaches; puts dollar bill on staircase pillar* Get something to eat. *backing up and looking in general direction* Stay outta that. It's not worth it. *walks away* Cassandra: *sits up and leans forward carefully before snatching dollar bill; opens and nods with smile of approval; quickly refolds and hides in arm casket* Cassandra’s Foster Father: Don't talk to me like that.

So Cassandra turns out to have a rather shitty living situation with foster parents who clearly don’t want her around and argue very loudly. She also hides things in her casket instead of putting them in her pockets like a safe-feeling kid would. Why’s her arm in a casket again?

Black Canary turns out to be even more caring than we thought. With comforting Cassandra and all. But wait,… only upon third viewing did I realize something. Black Canary’s been in a similar boat. We’ll get back to this.

#Essay #Le Theme #Birds of Prey #2020 #i really like it #9.75/10 #Watched: April 2021 #HBO Max #split essay #Moderate Spoilers #running tests at the end

[lautitiosloon]

Headcanons with me, yours truly

I think Roman Sionis' music taste would be very eclectic and all over the place, but represents him perfectly-

The eldest bat kids, breaking into the Sionis household late at night, going through his vinyl collection

Jason, pulling out in an aeroplane over the sea and just some beatles album: A male manipulator-- I knew it.

Dick, pulling out NIN, Depeche mode, and some classic goth rock essentials: Okay, buuut consider these-- he's a sensual lover that can in fact lay down that pipe!

Jason, mumbling: (never say that again Dick...)

Tim, pulling out the likes of Miki Matsubara, marya takeuchi, and meiko nakahara: And he has an appreciation for 80s Japanese city pop, this is clearly a guy who knows how to have a good time, an excellent time even, at impromptu late night social gatherings.

Jason, mumbling still: (well... that's not entirely wrong, Tim...)

-the bat kids talking amongst themselves about their finds and theories as to what it all means-

Roman, extremely tired, awoken and awe strucken by three extremely large dudes breaking into his house dressed in campy super suits, who has been watching the chaos unfold for the past ten minutes: um... what the actual fuck are you guys doing in my house?

#roman sionis #black mask #jason todd #red hood #dick greyson #nightwing #tim drake #red robin #batman #incorrect quotes #incorrect batman rogues #incorrect batman quotes #head canon

[storiesforallfandoms]

man’s world ~ harley quinn;birds of prey

word count: 1965

request?: no

description: every bad guy in town is after harley quinn after the announcement of her breakup with the joker, but harley is about to make a very powerful friend to have on her side

pairing: harley quinn x female!reader

warnings: swearing, violence, mentions of murder

masterlist

There was no need in counting the money given to me. I could tell by the size of the tack that it wasn’t enough. “You stiffed me again.”

Roman rolled his eyes at me. “I told you I’d pay for a clean kill, that wasn’t a clean kill. You’re lucky I paid you at all.”

“What do you mean? How can a kill be any cleaner than arsenic poisoning? I even framed that chemist guy that had a grudge against the target, it’ll never be traced back to you.”

“Sorry, did I say clean? I meant I wanted a messy murder. Your plan was smart, but I love the theatrics of it all. Next time, I want a show.”

I rolled my eyes and started to walk away. I really wished I could find a new employer. Roma was the absolute worst boss. He was an asshole misogynist that overworked and underpaid me. But he had a lot of leverage on me, what with me being his hitwoman and all, so until I could find a new employer, I was basically bound to Roman.

“Wait!” Roman said. I sighed and turned back to look at him. “I do have a pretty big job for you. If you do this, I promise you I will pay you in full. A large sum, too.”

“I’ve heard that before, Roman,” I said and turned to walk away again.

He stood from his desk and quickly approached me, grabbing my arm to stop me. I raised an eyebrow and yanked my arm away. Most people were too afraid of Roman to behave like this around him. However, most people weren’t his hitwoman, meaning they didn’t have the dirt on him that I did.

It was a balanced relationship we had, whether Roman wanted to admit it or not.

“I mean it, (Y/N),” he said. “This is a big job. If you do this, I will pay you double, no triple the original price of this hit.”

I should’ve walked away, I could’ve walked away. Roman wouldn’t stop me if I did. But I couldn’t lie, the money sounded good - if Roman actually gave me what he was promising this time.

I sighed and motioned with a hand for Roman to go on. He smiled like a kid on Christmas morning.

“Do you know who Harley Quinn is?”

~~~~~~

It didn’t take long to find where Harley Quinn decided to live after the Joker kicked her to the curb. It was severely under protected, unless you classified a sweet Asian man as “protection”.

He tried to stop me as I made my way to Harley’s apartment. “Who are you?”

“I’m an old friend of Harley’s from Arkham Asylum,” I responded. “I wanted to surprise her, I just got out.”

“She’s not home right now.”

“Even better! It’ll be a big surprise!”

I hurried away before he said anything else. I knew he’d be suspicious, but I trusted him to not tell Harley I was there.

I picked her lock and let myself in. The moment I stepped into her apartment, her pet hyena sat up at attention, assessing the stranger that had just entered his home. I pulled the hamburger I had bought from the bag in my hand and offered it to the hyena. He raced over and excitedly gobbled down the food.

I knelt down to pet his coarse fur. “Good boy. I’ll take you in when I finish with this job.”

Luckily, I didn’t have to wait for her long. Shortly after my arrival, the sound of the doorknob turning alerted myself and her hyena that she was back. I pointed the gun as the door swung open. Her eyes widened when she saw me.

“Hello Harleen.”

Roman’s words - “I want a messy kill” - echoed through my head as I pulled the trigger. Harley quickly jumped to the side, just narrowly avoiding my bullet. She dove behind her couch and I continued to shoot bullets into it, causing feathers and fluff to fly into the air. Harley’s hyena let out a laugh-like bark that was drowned out by my gunshots. When my clip was empty, I quickly changed it to a full one.

Knowing that the gunshots would’ve alerted Harley’s landlord, I quickly crossed the room to her open door and closed it, locking the door and even breaking the knob a little for good measures. I wasn’t going to let this job bust, not with so much money on the line.

“Look, whatever Mista J did to you, I’m sorry!” Harley called from somewhere in the room. “Haven’t ya done your research? He brainwashed me! I only did what he said cause I thought I loved him!”

“Joker never did anything to me,” I told her. “I’m just here on someone else’s behalf.”

“That’s a long list to narrow down,” she responded. “Mind giving me a hint? Maybe an initial?”

I traced her voice to a desk that was turned to face me. This wouldn’t have normally been suspicious, if it weren’t for the fact that the desk was pushed right up against a wall, rendering it technically useless. In the small slit between the bottom of the desk and the floor, I could see Harley’s colorful shoes peaking out.

“Actually, I have a message from him,” I said. “Roman says ‘Good Riddence.”

She must’ve known I had found her, as, just before I pulled the trigger, Harley jumped up from under the desk, successfully launching it at me. The sudden movement startled me enough that my shot lodged itself in the ceiling instead of in her head.

“Oh, Romy!” Harley exclaimed. “Couldn’t even be bothered to come kill me himself? What hurts!”

She dove behind another plush chair as I took another shot at her. I exclaimed in frustration and went to approach the chair. Before getting close enough, Harley raised her hand, which was now holding the white t-shirt she had arrived in.

“Truce!” she called. “Just for one minute, give me a truce. And then you can decide if you want to continue with your killing. I won’t stop you, you ain’t the first to try and off me today.”

Against my better judgement, I sighed and shoved my gun back into the waistband of my pants. “You have five minutes to say your piece, Quinn. I have a lot of money on the line here.”

She popped up from behind the chair like a Whack-A-Mole. She was now in a plush, pink sports bra, her suspenders pulled over it now instead of the white t-shirt she was holding in her hand.

“I can’t blame you for wanting to cash in on a good paycheck,” she said. “I wanted to get a look at ya for a minute. You know, without the bullets and whatnot obstructing my view. I wanted to see if I recognized ya.”

“Why would you recognize me?”

“I frequent Romy’s club a lot. I think he only tolerated me because of Mista J, which would explain why he sent a hitwoman after me when I announced our breakup,” she explained. “You do look familiar. Do you frequent the club, too?”

“I don’t tend to talk with Roman about business in public. It’s not exactly the smartest move.”

“I suppose not, but I’m sure I’ve seen your face there before.” She thought for a moment before snapping her fingers. “Oh! I know! You were there the last time I was! I broke a dude’s legs and you were talking to Romy at the time!”

Oh wait, she’s right. I was there that night.

I could remember well: I had just finished a job. Roman had called me to his club for my payment. I guess he knew I wouldn’t lash out in front of all those witnesses when he stiffed me again. I was furious when he handed me less than half of what he had promised. That job had almost gotten me killed, but he viewed that as a failure. He told me he was debating not paying me at all, but knew I’d walk if that was the case.

His smug as smile as he walked away still infuriated me to that day. I wished I had punched him right in his stupid fucking face, made a scene in his club and announced to the world that Roman Sionis had hired a killer to take down the people he didn’t like. I’d go to prison if it meant Roman went with me.

“Man, you were angry,” Harley said, leaning her arms against the chair and resting her head in one of her hands. “What were ya talking about? Did a hit go wrong or something?”

“Nearly,” I responded, looking away from Harley so she wouldn’t see my anger again. “Listen, I gave you five minutes and they’re almost up, so maybe you should - ”

“He stiffed ya, didn’t he?” Harley cut me off. “I bet he does that a lot. He doesn’t exactly treat his female employees all that nicely. You heard the stories from that singer he has? The Canary? I can’t believe she quit working for him and made it out alive.”

She almost hadn’t. I had to save her ass from Roman that night. It was the night I almost walked out, too. The first time, anyways.

“He’s a misogynistic prick,” Harley hissed. “Thinks women are objects that should be beneath him. I don’t know why you let him treat you like dirt when you do all the dirty work for him. You should be the one stiffin’ him for cash!”

“It doesn’t work like that,” I told her. “Being the killer for hire for Roman Sionis, he has too much dirt on me. If I tried to leave, or if I did anything he didn’t like, he could ruin my life in a second. I’m stuck with him until I can know for sure that I’m safe.”

“How do you know you wouldn’t be safe with me?”

I scoffed at her question. “You’re wanted by everybody - every villain, every hero, and every regular pedestrian. You don’t have the Joker to protect you right now. You’re a walking target, being with you is the unsafest place to be.”

“Safer than with Roman Sionis,” she said. “Sure, I can’t pay you top dollar for killin’, but I like to get my hands bloody myself. I ain’t here for this hitman/hitwoman shit. You and I, we could do some serious damage together.”

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like her proposal. Even if it would land me in a world of danger, working with Harley Quinn was a lot better than having to work for Roman Sionis anymore.

“The two of us alone, no matter how powerful or how...psychotic, are not enough to go up against Roman,” I told her.

Harley smiled brightly, knowing that what I was saying was technically an acceptance to her invitation. “Way ahead of you sister! I’ve already recruited Romy’s ex-Canary, and that legendary Crossbow Killer. We’re puttin’ together our own little girl gang.”

I raised an eyebrow at her. “Sounds like you were prepared for this.”

“Let’s just say, you’re not the first person Romy has sent after me.”

I had a feeling there was a reason Roman didn’t warn me about the first person sent after Harley Quinn.

She approached me and threw an arm over my shoulder, as if we were magically best friends. I looked at her close proximity before looking back up at her smiling face. “I could kill you right now, you know.”

“I know, but you won’t,” she said. “We’re best friends now, and we’re gonna take down Roman Sionis together.”

I couldn’t help but smile at her as she said this.

#Harley Quinn #harley quinn x reader #harley quinn imagine #margot robbie #margot robbie imagine #margot robbie x reader #birds of prey #the emanciption of harley quinn #suicide squad #imagine #one shot #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

[littleoddwriter]

i saw that 5'6 zsasz (amazing fic btw loved it) and i have to raise you 5'6 zsasz 5'11 dinah - they are both trans and i love them

Common Ground | Victor Zsasz & Dinah Lance | Roman Sionis x Victor Zsasz | (mild) ZsaszMask

GHHJGHJFHJK, dude, I love you. Thanks for this request, it was a delight (and thanks for the compliment, I'm so happy you liked it)! I hope you enjoy what I've done with it. <3

summary; Victor hates Dinah for being so much taller than him.

notes; Mention of Gender Dysphoria; Coming out as Trans; Thoughts about outing someone + resulting Transphobia (implied); Misogyny; Jealousy; Hatred; Murder Fantasies; Roman being a tease; Thoughts about Roman and Dinah kissing. Trans!Victor Zsasz; Trans!Dinah Lance/Black Canary.

He despised her.

He wished he could just slit her throat and gut her like a fish, making it rain with her blood and internal organs. But he wasn’t allowed to do that, yet. He’d just have to be patient, until she fucked up, so he could finally get rid of her.

One of the worst things of all, though?

She was taller than him.

She was taller than him.

It frustrated him, and while he rarely felt any dysphoria over his height at all anymore, this only rubbed it into his face. A woman being taller than him- It just wasn’t right.

He especially hated that she was the perfect height for Roman; the perfect height for him to kiss her without having to lean down, or tilt her head up. In fact, if they both just tilted their heads a little, there would be zero issues. Unlike with him- Fuck.

He hated that he felt like this at all.

Roman was gay, he knew that.

That knowledge didn’t help his feelings, though. But whenever he saw him with Black Canary, his brain just short-circuited. The fact that Roman didn’t like women wasn’t important then.

Maybe he just felt an added insecurity because of his lack of the typically male genitals. Something Roman indeed had had a problem with at first, but he had come around eventually. It didn’t matter anymore.

So what if- No. He was still gay. It didn’t fucking matter what was between his legs. Roman’s told him that after a while then, after he’s come to terms with the fact himself.

He knew that.

So, why couldn’t he just give it a fucking rest?

Zsasz was glaring daggers into Dinah, while he was leaning against a pillar in the club, watching her talk to Roman, who was laughing with her.

Victor’s hand tightened painfully around his other hand’s wrist.

No one was allowed to make Roman laugh.

No one but him, at least.

Finally, Black Canary stopped bothering Roman, who walked right over to him.

His heart skipped a beat at the sight of his boss’s grin.

He hated that it did that to him.

“She’s stunning, isn’t she?” Roman mused, a wonder in his voice that Victor’s only rarely heard before.

Why wasn’t he the cause of it?

“Sure, boss,” Zsasz just muttered unenthusiastically.

Roman clicked his tongue and leaned into Victor’s personal space, his cologne enveloping him – he would never get enough of that. He couldn’t possibly say what it smelled like, he wasn’t good with that, but he liked it, although he guessed that he might’ve been a little biased.

“Don’t be jealous, baby,” Sionis rasped, smirking. He wanted to wipe it off his face – maybe by kill- kissing him. But they were in public, so that wouldn’t do.

Fuck, he was so frustrated.

“I’m not,” Victor retorted instead – and he really wasn’t, alright? He was just looking out for Roman and naturally suspicious of anyone close to him. “I just don’t get what you see in her. But I don’t have to. Right, boss?”

“Hm, that’s right, Mr. Zsasz. I’m a little impressed with how mature you’re being,” his voice got quieter, merely a whisper over the club’s loud music, as he leaned impossibly closer, so that his lips brushed against Victor’s ear, “It’s hot.”

As soon as that’s left his lips, Roman leaned back – a shit-eating grin on his face – and walked away, making his usual rounds.

Victor couldn’t breathe.

He only looked after his partner, clenched his jaw and sighed deeply. He was more than just frustrated.

When Roman has made Dinah his driver, though, it got so much worse for him. Now he had to see her every single fucking day. He had to sit with her in one car and work with her. It made him feel sick.

Still, he tried to see the only positive side of it. Being so close to her would give him an easier time knowing when she fucked up. So he focused on that, instead of the itch to kill her that he’s felt just under his skin and tried his damnedest not to scratch.

One day into this entire thing, he was thinking about her being so much taller than him, again. And lost in his thoughts and frustration like he was, he had accidentally asked it out loud.

While she still sat next to him.

She was driving them to the harbour, where Roman’s sent them to make sure the delivery wouldn’t get fucked up in the process of loading it in.

“Dude, what?” she asked, looking at him for a moment, side-eyeing him.

He stared back at her.

“You asked, ‘Why are you so fucking tall’. Was that aimed at me?” she repeated, sounding a little pissed off, but mostly amused.

It made his blood boil. He wouldn’t show the way she always lit this raging fire inside of him, though. He’d never give her the satisfaction of showing her just how much he was affected by her, how much he actively hated her.

“Fuck off,” he muttered, turning his head to look back out of the window. His ears were burning.

“Look, I don’t know what your problem is, and really, I don’t care, Z. But still.”

“Don’t call me that.” And fuck, he could feel the eye-roll she gave in response.

After a couple of beats of silence – why was the drive so fucking long? – he started speaking again, despite the bile rising in the back of his throat, “It’s just not right that you – a female– are taller than me.”

Victor looked back at her again, watching her.

“Ah, right. Well, not all women are dainty and small, Z. ‘Sides, you’re also not exactly the average height for a man, so I don’t know what you’re on about, anyway.”

“Yeah, see, it’s not fair. It should be the other way around. I’m the man here, not you.”

A smile spread across the bird’s face. He was so confused. Why was she smiling now? It made no sense to him. Nothing about her has ever made sense to him.

“What’re you smiling for?”

She looked thoughtful for a moment, as if she was debating if she should even tell him, but the smile stayed, although it got smaller. “Because of your statement’s irony.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He was really fucking lost now and unfortunately, his voice betrayed him and showed it with a stupid confused-sounding inflection.

“I’m trans,” was all she said.

Victor was dumb-founded. He really had something in common with this bitch? Fuck.

“I can’t fucking believe we have something in common,” he rasped, his mouth working faster than his brain. Stupid mouth.

“What, really? No shit, Z!” She looked and sounded as surprised as he felt. “So-“

“Don’t. I’m not gonna talk about this shit with you. If you tell any other bird about this, you’re fucking dead.”

“Geez, okay. Don’t worry, your secret’s safe me if you do the same for me.”

“I don’t owe you shit,” they looked at each other and for a moment, Zsasz felt the tiniest connection to her - he hated it more than anything in that moment - and then he relented, “But yeah. I won’t tell.”

“Thanks.”

The rest of the ride, they were quiet. They never talked about it again, and Zsasz was glad about it. He hated this common thing between them almost as much as when he saw her with Roman.

What he hated even more was his willingness to keep his silence about her. But he made himself feel better about it with the knowledge that what he’d do with her, when he’d finally be allowed to free her, would be so much worse than any of the shit that could have happened if he had told on her.

#tw gender dysphoria #roman sionis #roman sionis fanfiction #victor zsasz #victor zsasz fanfiction #zsaszmask #zsaszmask fanfic #dinah lance #black canary #black canary fanfiction #birds of prey #harley quinn birds of prey #birds of prey and the fantabulous emancipation of one harley quinn #trans headcanon #trans character

[jiejie-eonni-onee-sama]

Sweet but psycho...

For the lovely @ronaldrx​

Hope it will cheer you up!

TW: Mentions of violence, strong language, sexual undertones, murder.

At the Black Mask Club, Roman Beauvais Sionis was sitting in his favorite place, drinking his Martini.

While doing so, he observed the patrons of his nightclub dancing or getting drunk on the dancefloor. 

"Pathetic!" he snarled as he sipped his glass.

"Sure, boss. But let's say it's a necessary devil as they make you rich!" suggested Victor.

"You mean necessary evil? You got the point, Vic: at least, they contributed to my lifestyle!"

"Besides, boss: are you sure that they are all pathetic?" grinned his henchman as he glanced at the dancefloor where a specific young man was dancing.

"Oh, Victor: you know he is the exception!" cooed Roman as he glimpsed at his lover (Y/N), who swayed his hips on the rhythm of the music.

(Y/N) (L/N), the only man Roman Sionis was devoted to. They were dating for 6 months, and the mob boss treated his boyfriend like a prince. It was an understatement to say that Black Mask adored his lover.

"It was nice of your boyfriend to invite us here!" said Mindy, a little brunette.

"Yeah, sure! And he was not obliged to!" added Sam, an Afro-American.

"Don't worry about that: it was his pleasure! Moreover, he never refused something that I asked nicely!" smiled (Y/N).

"Of course, but your boyfriend is one of the most powerful men of Gotham! I don't think he would care about some commoners like us!" pointed Shanna, a blonde girl.

"Nah, don't worry! Roman knows how much you mean to me. And he will do anything to please me!"

"Speaking of the devil, did you notice that he is checking you out since you start dancing with us?" grinned Sam.

Slightly eyeing, (Y/N) noticed his lover's intense gaze at him.

Smirking, the young man had an idea.

"Well, I see he likes it. What if I put up a show?"

"What do you have in mind?" giggled Shanna.

"Wait and see, Shanni. You won't get disappointed!" sneered (Y/N) as he climbed on a table.

"I think I'm gonna like your idea, dude!" squealed Mindy as she climbed on the next table and started dancing again.

Soon, Sam and Shanna climbed on another table and swang on the rhythm with delight.

The other patrons cheered loudly as (Y/N) danced with all his passion.

"I think he caught you!" smiled Victor as he drank his glass of vodka.

"Indeed. And I thought I was discreet!"

"Not enough for him!"

"I guess so..." trailed Roman as he was amazed by his lover dancing on the table.

He could not take his eyes off of the athletic body swaying on the beat. And to spicy up things, the song hypnotized Sionis:

Oh, she's sweet but a psycho!

A little bit psycho

At night she's screamin', "I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind."

Oh, she's hot but a psycho!

So left, but she's right though

At night she's screamin', "I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind."

Grab a cop gun. Kinda crazy

She's poison but tasty,

Yeah, people say, "Run, don't walk away."

'Cause she's sweet but a psycho

A little bit psycho

At night she's screamin', "I'm-ma-ma-ma out my mind."

Sweet but psycho... An accurate depiction of (Y/N), indeed. For those who knew well his lover, Roman can say that he had two distinctive personalities: the first one, sweet and loving, was kept for his loved ones, whereas the other was more wicked and twisted. A part of (Y/N) that scared his enemies...

Meanwhile, (Y/N) continued to dance along with his friends.

"Hey, (Y/N)?"

"What, Mindy?"

"I think Roman loves the show if you see what I mean..."

"I see it, yes... Perhaps should I take the next step?"

"What does it mean?"

"Admire the artist, baby!" the young man smirked as he took off his shirt under the excited cheers of the habitues.

Once topless, he continued dancing as he provocatively moved his hips and his upper body, glancing at Roman with a mischievous smile.

Watching this desirable view, Sionis get turn on. He swore to God that (Y/N) drove him crazy every time. 

Victor noticed the lustful glance of his boss: looks like the two lovers will have fun tonight...

Nevertheless, Zsasz admitted that the presence of (Y/N) in his boss life was a blessing. Indeed, the young man was able to calm down Roman when the latter had his terrifying fits of anger. He was his most valued ally when his boss was enraged...

He would not say that they were friends, but, at least, they respected each other, which was enough for the scarred man.

Suddenly, the song ended, and the clients loudly applauded (Y/N)'s performance. The young man bowed, saluting his audience before he puts his shirt on, gets down from the table, and walked towards the place where Roman and Victor were.

"I hope you fancy the performance, baby!" smiled (Y/N) as he sat close to his boyfriend.

"I did not miss a part of it, my little prince! Gosh, you're an amazing dancer!" laughed Roman as he kissed his lover's forehead.

"Thank you, handsome!"

"I confirm: he was not able to take his eyes off of you!" snickered Zsasz.

"I did not ask your opinion, Vic!" growled the mobster.

"Don't grumpy, Roman: I thought you had fun!" cutely pouted (Y/N).

He felt Roman's grip tighten around his waist as he heard him mutter at his ear:

"I am eager for another type of fun if you know what I mean!"

"So am I!" 

"I suppose you two lovebirds want to be alone at the penthouse tonight?" grinned Victor.

"Unfortunately. Sorry, Vic!"

"That's the rule!" shrugged the henchman.

(Y/N)'s friends arrived near the table, glasses in their hands.

"May we sit with us?" politely asked Mindy.

"Please, be my guests. My sweet boy's friends are always welcomed!"

The three young people sat near (Y/N) and started a charming conversation with Roman. When he was not terrifying people, Sionis could be an elegant and cultivated man with excellent manners.

They talked until the young adults decided to come back home, as the club was about to close. 

"Alright, let's go! We have to find a cab!" declared Sam as he put his coat on.

"Leaving already? Well, I guess good things come to an end!"

"Don't worry, sweetie: we'll do it again next Friday! Besides, I want to be in a clean state of mind for my job!" laughed Shanna as she pecked (Y/N) on the cheek.

"Okay, I understand! Be careful!"

"Don't worry! See you later, pretty boy! Goodbye, Mr. Sionis!" waved Mindy.

"Have a good night! You are always welcome here!" smiled Roman.

As the three left the room, the criminal sighed:

"You have nice friends, (Y/N)."

"I know: they are like my second family. They are so kind to me..."

"Speaking of that..." grinned Sionis as he tightened his grip on the young man's hip.

"You've been a very naughty boy, you know? Getting me horny like that... That behavior deserves a punishment!"

"I am sure what awaits me once we come back to the penthouse..." laughed (Y/N) as he sat on Roman's lap, dominating him with a triumphant grin.

"Provocative, cheeky, arrogant... Boy, you're my type!" chuckled the latter while letting his fingers running along the legs of his lover.

"SIONIS!" boomed a masculine voice.

"Oh, fuck! What again?" growled Roman.

Suddenly, around ten armed thugs appeared in the club, scaring habitues who fled.

"Step aside, baby. Looks like I have some business!" muttered Roman, gently pushing (Y/N) on the couch.

Once the night club was empty, Roman asked:

"What's the problem, gentlemen?"

"You're the problem, Sionis. You stole territories from Boss Maroni, and he did not like it!" snarled the leader of the thugs.

"Who cares about what this old jackass would say? If he is not capable of handling his districts, I take his place!"

"Shut up!" barked one of the gunmen, aiming his rifle at Roman.

"Who the fuck you think you are? Nobody talks to Roman Sionis wit that tone!"

"You're not in the position to tell us what to do! If you want to see the sunlight, tell your scarred lapdog to step back!"

Victor stayed silent, but his gaze was murderous. He was in the mood to peel off some faces tonight...

As for (Y/N), he tried to escape without being caught, but unfortunately, one of the mugs noticed him and pointed his gun at him.

"Not so fast, sugar baby. Where do you think you're going, huh? If you don't want to see your boss ending up like a colander, you sit down!"

The nickname made the young man twitch: nobody called him like that! 

"You're so pathetic..." he grumbled.

"What did you say?"

"Are you deaf, you twat? I said that you and all your little jerks are pathetic! Don't you want to know why?"

"My patience is growing thin!" roared the mug as he put the barrel of his gun between (Y/N)'s eyes.

However, he felt unease when he saw the growing smile on (Y/N)'s face. A deranged, twisted smile that promised nothing good...

"Why do you smile?"

"You made several mistakes when you arrived here, you know? First of all, you believed that you can walk in there and threatening us without suffering the consequences: how wrong you are!"

"You think so? While you prattle, all Roman's guys are busy dealing with Boss Maroni's henchmen! You won't get away this time!"

"Secondly, I am not Roman's sugar baby, you moron: I am his boyfriend! And thirdly, I am not a defenseless sweet boy... I am worse!"

And, without warning, he drew a blade out of his jacket and slit his opponent's throat, killing him. 

It allowed Roman and Victor to fight back and eliminate the other gunmen. A few minutes later, only three thugs were severely wounded but alive. Probably not for long...

"Well, it was easier than I expected!" stated Sionis.

"Sure, Boss!" answered Zsasz as he started to peel off the face of a corpse.

"Ew, Victor! Seriously, can't you just wait to be in the warehouse?" frowned Roman.

Soon after, Roman's henchmen appeared in the club.

"Sorry, Boss: we've been ambushed by the rest of the group! They planned this for a long time!"

"You're fucking lucky that we're alive! Are there survivors?"

"A few plus those three. In total, we have a dozen of Maroni's men!"

"Perfect! Now, clean this mess up: I want to open the club tomorrow night!"

"Yes, sir!"

"And bring those fuckers out of there! The warehouse would be fine!"

"Does it mean I'll have fun?" asked Victor with a sadistic smile.

"Of course, Vic! They're all yours! Consider it as your reward for tonight!"

"Thanks, boss."

Soon after, (Y/N) and Roman were alone in the club. The mob boss turned and glanced at his boyfriend.

"Oh, baby boy: you always made me proud!" he exclaimed as he wiped out the bloodstains on his lover's face.

"I could not let them threatening you without intervene!"

"And you were right, my beloved."

He kissed his boyfriend.

"My perfect little psycho!"

"My handsome sadistic gangster!"

"Oh, I like that. So, what if we're going back to the penthouse and having all the fun I promised earlier?"

"I can't wait, darling! Shall we go?"

"Your wish is my command, my prince!"

Later, as the two terrible beloveds were making love with all the passion they had, Roman thought that nothing could replace his sweet but murderous boyfriend.

After all, (Y/N) was lovely but deadly as hell. And he would never get tired of it.

Provocative, cheeky, arrogant, sexy, smart, deadly, and in love. The embodiment of perfection for the bad-tempered and cruel boss of Gotham.

Thanks for the reading!

I hope you enjoy the story!

See you later and I’m looking for your requests!

#requests #dceu #birds of prey #roman sionis #black mask #victor zsasz #ewan mcgregor #chris messina #patrick schwarzenegger

[doks-aux]

In case you were curious about the completely arbitrary standards by which I rate various portrayals of Zsasz:

Do they show tit?

How easily I can imagine them just hanging out with lesbians

How queer their vibes are

How much gender envy they inspire

Artistic and ironic corpse arrangement

Literally just show me a single tally

Do they fuck?

Funky Town

Ease of objectification*

Any hint of a philosophy that isn’t whatever the fuck Cacophony Zsasz had going on

HOMOEROTICISM

How likely they are to tell me comforting things as they slit my throat

Is there a backstory or do I have to do all the work here?

Mama’s boy/Mommy issues

Presence in a story or expanded universe that also includes Roman Sionis so I can mentally smoosh them together and making kissing noises

Seriously, they presumably grew up with Bruce, Roman, and the rest of the trust fund brigade, are we ever going to acknowledge this?

One time I had a dream where Gotham Zsasz brought me a Pokemon plush after he killed a dude, and now everyone else has to measure against this yardstick

*Originally several separate bullet points that included but were not limited to “Would I be fine when them killing me so long as I got an orgasm out of it first?,” “Poor little meow meow,” and “BARK BARK WOOF SNARL BARK.”

#Victor Zsasz #doc's fandom adventures #knife husband #doc's many fictional spouses #Batman #Rogues Gallery #yes my bar is low and very strange #yes many of these are also used to rate literally any batman villain #what of it? #DC #comics #Gotham #Arrowverse #Birds of Prey (And the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Harley Quinn) #Birds of Prey #DCEU #DC Extended Universe #CWverse #DCCW #nsft

[more-cardigan-than-woman]

Bait the Beast.

Summary: You misbehave at a party, embarrassing your boyfriend and he doesn't take it super well.

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Roman Sionis

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, stabbing (not each other), chocking, pet names (Kitten), Bratty reader, Daddy Roman, is glove kink a thing?

You can’t believe that Roman made you come to another one of these parties, they were so fucking boring. Not to mention that all the so-called important people here are lame! Just old dudes playing cards and drinking whiskey, while you sit at the bar alone. Normally you’d at least have one of the girls to keep you company, but since Harley and Ivy shacked up they never come to these stupid things anymore. Lucky them you think, swallowing your third cocktail and trying to read your book when you feel slime incarnate slither it's disgusting way towards you. 

“Aren't you the hottest little spitfire in the room,” Oswald says, sliding his hand behind your back and making you want to puke.

“Hands of Os. You know how Roman gets,” you protest, trying to worm away from him.

“That asshole, I could treat you better than he ever could. You’d be my queen,”

“I would rather die,” 

“I could arrange that, Princess,”

“Enough,” you stab into one of his hands that was creeping close to your ass, your other hand holding your favorite dagger to his face, “Want to see just what I learnt from Roman?”

"Kitten!" Romans loud voice echoes from across the room, "What the fuck are you doing?" 

"Who me?" You stare up innocently at him, pulling the knife from Cobblepots hand as you go.

"Were leaving," his gloved hand wraps around the top of your arm, pushing you out in front of him, "Kitty, we have talked about this!" He screams in your ear, snatching the knife from your hand, turning to sneer at you and bringing the knife to your chin when you reach the door. "Always go for the face," 

"Fuck you, Harley said hands where easier,"

"Again with fuckin Quinn,"

"Oh, fuck off. What is your problem with her anyway?"

“She turned you into this fuckin bitch," Roman says, his gloved hand harshly grip's your forearm, the leather burning as he twists his fingers around. His rings dig in while he leads you from the party, his feet kicking at your heels to get you to move faster. Anger seething from his pores, his eyes focusing on the door while he directs you to the parking lot of the old club.

"Oh fuck you. You asshole," you say, ripping your arm from his hand so fast his rings leave scorch marks in their wake. 

"Get in the fucking car!"

"Where the fuck do you think I'm going?" You yell back, flinging the car door open, climbing into the front seat and slamming the door closed behind you. 

Roman just stands there staring at you, you glare back. Smirking at him and tapping on your imaginary watch, "well- are we going or what?"

He strides around the car, silent and deadly. Not saying a word to you, he starts the car. His eyes focus on the road but you decide that well, this is just too much fun. So continue to antagonize your scary ass boyfriend all the way home in the car. You can tell by the way his veins start to pop on his forehead and the thin line of his lips that it's working exactly the way you want it to.

Xx

"You need to watch your mouth whore," he says, shoving you through the door to your apartment. 

"Or what?" You spit back, “I'm not afraid of you,”

“You should be,”

“Oh get fucked,”

“You're about to. You insolent little bitch.”

“You think you can just boss everyone ‘round,” you shout, your arms failing by your sides, “I ain't one of your goons Roman.”

He was upon you before you even had a chance to flinch, taking your face in his hands, raising one eyebrow at you. His fingers grip tightly on your chin. His rings pressing patterns into your cheeks, “what happened to the sweet girl you used to be, Kitten?”

“I am what you made me,” you spit back, jerking your face to the side and pushing your hands against his hard chest. Roman leans down right next to your ear, his voice almost a whisper, “Run, before I do something I regret, Kitten,”

You didn't need more warning than that. Kicking your heels off, you take off as fast as your feet will carry you. You head towards the bathroom, not chancing a look behind you, knowing that he is totally following you.

Rounding the corner to the ensuite you hear the snap of his belt, a thud as his Chanel boots hit the wall. He was closer than you thought. You slide into the bathroom like it’s home base, slamming the door closed and flipping the lock shut.

Leaning back against the door you take a deep breath and try to steady your heart beat, but it's no use. You can feel it hammering like it's just joined a fucking marching band.

“Open the door Kitten,” Roman says, jingling the door handle. “open it now and I'll think about forgiving you for what happened at the party,”

“I don't want your forgiveness,” you shout standing up and moving back from the door. You knew what his next move world be, “Cobblepot fucking deserved it”

“Now Kitten, we've talked about this attitude of yours,” the door handle stopped moving. You watch the steel of Roman’s favourite knife slice through the gap in the door.

“I ain't got an attitude problem!” You stomp, keeping up the pretense, while you hastily start removing your clothes. "You're the one with the problem," It would only be a matter of seconds before he stormed through the door, sitting down on the counter now full nude you waited a millisecond.

“Kitten, you fucking brat I can’t” he cut off seeing you sit on the sink your legs spread apart your aching pussy on full display for him, the door in splinter’s behind him. Romans eyes dancing along every inch of your exposed skin.

“You were saying,” you tease running your hand up your thigh, your nails leaving red marks along your soft skin.

“Yes,” he blinks a few times, "I was saying,” He straightens himself up, stalking his way over to you, “you've been such a bad girl tonight,” his hand harshly grips your face, “don't think this display will ease your punishment Kitten,” he pulls you in for a harsh kiss that is all teeth and tongue. A warning of what's to come.

“Sounds like you're all talk to me,” you mumble into his mouth and when his eyes open into a glare, you wink at him.

“That so?” his hands dig into your thighs radpily throwing you over his shoulder and his hand slams on your ass, “I'm going to have to fuck this attuide right outa you,” he slaps you again.

You hold the moan in, not wanting to give him the satisfaction before your own hand hits him in the ass, a deep growl coming from his throat.

“You're asking for it,” he growls, throwing your body into the plush silk blankets. His hand wraps around your throat, the other working quickly to undo his pants. 

“Get fucked,” you snip kicking him in the leg making his body fall atop yours, crushing you down even further. His grip tightens on your throat, his eyes menacing when he looks back at you.

“You're about to be,” he slams his cock into you from behind. Filling and stretching your tight pussy. “You still want to be a bitch?” he growls, thrusting deep within you and grinding his cock down.

You turn to spit in his face, his tongue immediately darting out to catch it. “Take that as a yes,” he pulls out, filling you until you feel like you might actually burst from pleasure. His hand slapping into your ass, the stinging sending a whole different type of bliss down your legs.

“I'm gunna fuck you like I own you,” he growls his teeth sinking into your neck, “Because I do. Don’t I Kitten?” he lathes at your neck, “Tell me I own you.”

You can't help the moan that escapes your lips, your urge to comply growing with every harsh thrust. His hand slaps onto your ass, “say it. Be a good girl and tell me I own you,”

“Yes, yes. You own me,” you pant as he pushes your face into the pillow,

“Tell me your my bitch,”

“Yes, fuck,” his hand slides between you rubbing at your clit,

“You going to be a good girl for me?” His hand slides up your neck pulling you back by the hair,  your back is pressing into his hard chest.

“Whatever you want,” you moan feeling your climax approaching 

“That's right,” he pounds deeper and harder, feeling your walls clenching around him, “such an obedient little whore with my cock deep in you.”

“Fu-” you cry. He flips you, dragging you underneath him without pulling you out. 

“Kitten, wrap-”  your legs locking tight behind his, pulling him back into your sopping pussy, “Just like that. Good girl,” 

“You need it,” he thrusts, “crave it,” he leans down to kiss you, “it's all you think about,”

“Yes! Yes! Yeeess” you scream.

“Then cum on my cock, my perfect whore,” your whole body shakes like a jenga tower on the last block when your orgasm crashes into you. Romans gloves hold you tight so you don't slip away as he continues to fuck you senseless.

Chasing his own release with his head buried in your neck, “please Daddy,” your voice still breathless, “please fill me up,” your brain still goo as you try to coax his release from him, “I need it,”

“Fuck” he stutters his hips faltering as his hot cum floods you so full that it starts seeping down your leg. 

Collapsing onto you, your fingers glide down his back as you both try to remember how to words. Sweat pool’s between you, both your legs sticky and covered in your release. 

“Should I stab people more often?” You joke, smiling up at Roman when he leans back.

“If someone tries to touch you again. Yes, stab as many of them as you want, Kitten.”

#roman sionis x you #fem reader x roman sionis #reader x black mask #fem reader x black mask #black mask x you #black mask reader insert #black mask smut #black mask x reader #black mask #roman sionis x reader #roman sionis imagine

[sohotthateveryonedied]

Chaos and Bloodshed Already Haunt Us

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Summary:

Tim and Jason get kidnapped by Black Mask. Jason is too sacrificial for his own good.

Tim has been waking up tied to chairs in strange places since he was thirteen, to the point where he has been kidnapped more times than he’s been to Chuck E. Cheese. When you’re a Wayne kid and a batkid, you learn to accept regular kidnappings as a part of life, just like taxes. Is it so unreasonable that Tim would prefer to wake up in his own bed, for a change? First things first: take stock. Assess the situation. Go from there. Before he’s even opened his eyes, Tim feels for what he’s pretty sure is regular rope keeping his hands tied behind him. Unfortunately, even rope can hold a bat when said bat has no weapons to bail them out, which Tim doesn’t. His utility belt and bandoliers are missing, and any spare tools he has hidden on his person are impossible to reach with the way his arms are wrenched behind him. His fingertips are already tingly, going on numb. “Red? You up?” Tim opens his eyes at the familiar voice. Jason is tied to his own chair across from him, a mirror of Tim’s own situation. The room itself is small—gray walls, cement floor, unmarked crates stacked along the walls. Jason’s helmet is off, exposing the domino he wears underneath. Tim’s mask hasn’t been touched either. “Do you remember what happened or do you need the recap?” Jason asks.

It’s blurry at best, but Tim remembers enough. “Intel mission on Black Mask, right?”

“Started out that way. We got here and I figured out that Sionis was selling weapons to Intergang so we blew the whole shipment to hell.” “You figured it out?” That doesn’t sound right, as fragmented as Tim’s memories are. From the throbbing in the back of his head, he must have been hit pretty hard. “You calling me a liar?” “I ain’t calling you a truther,” Tim mutters, fiddling with the rope that’s been cutting off circulation in his hands for what must have been at least an hour. He can’t get Jason and himself out of here in this condition. “Did you—" “Already signaled him.” Good. Bruce will send someone to bail them out of this in no time. They just have to hold out until then. “Oh, good, you’re awake,” a chilling voice speaks from behind Tim. “You have no idea how bored I was waiting for the party to start.” Fingers touch Tim’s shoulder and he jerks away. Jason, unbothered by the newcomer, snorts. “This is what you consider a party? You need some fucking friends.” Sionis ignores the jab. He passes Tim and goes straight for the camera set up near the left wall, just far back enough to fit both Tim and Jason in frame. Very, very bad sign. He turns it on, the red light blinking. “You making a movie?” Jason says. He’s snarky, but Tim can see the fear lurking behind his eyes. Roman ignores him and adjusts the camera so it points at himself. “Hello, Batman.” Tim’s eyes snap up to meet Jason’s. “In case you were wondering, this is a live feed you’re getting now. And don’t try tracing it, you’ll just waste your energy. You’re not the only one who has talented technicians on his side.” He leans in closer to the camera, his mask nearly touching the lens. “In the spirit of clarity, let me be clear: this, right now? This is a gift. This is my warning to you to stay the hell out of my business, otherwise you and your precious lackeys will have to answer to me.” He moves out of the frame and zooms in on Tim’s masked face, then Jason’s. “Lucky for me, I found a couple of your birds messing with my shipment, and they so graciously volunteered to help me set an example.” He steps aside and gestures to a tray of tools, each one more horrible than the last. Most of them are still coated in blood from his last victim. Tim gulps. Sionis peruses his collection, which gives Tim the chance to catch Jason’s attention. He jerks his head toward the camera, mouthing, Tell them where we are. Jason nods, and Tim looks back at Sionis. “You think I haven’t been tortured before? This is just a workout.” Is it true? No. He’s terrified, actually. But Jason needs time to signal Bruce through the camera, so Tim will stall for as long as he can. “Bold words, kid.” Sionis picks up a knife, tracing the edge of it with his fingertip. “Just makes it more fun for me when you break.” He comes closer and grabs Tim roughly by the chin, pressing the knife against his cheek uncomfortably close to his eye. “I’ll bet I can make you cry.” “Hey, Blackie,” Jason calls, ripping their focus away. His eyes are narrowed, mouth twisted. “Did you hear the one about the rich dude who wore blackface?” Sionis tightens his grip on Tim’s face. “Do tell.” Stop talking, Tim tries to convey telepathically. Don’t make this worse. “It was universally agreed that he was a piece of shit.” “You should learn to keep your mouth shut when someone’s holding a knife to your baby brother’s face.” To prove his point, Roman digs the knife in, slicing a thin line down all the way to Tim’s jaw. Tim inhales sharply at the sting. “Baby brother?” Jason repeats. “You really are an idiot.” He doesn’t look at Tim, keeping his glare solely on Roman. “I barely know the guy. He follows me around, thinking I walk on water or some shit, but trust me. He’s a pain in the ass. You’re doing me a favor, really.” Sionis pulls the knife away from Tim’s face. Tim releases a breath. Sionis approaches Jason now, his knife still raised with Tim’s blood staining the steel blade. “Someone’s mouthy today.” “If you think this is mouthy, you should have heard your mother last night.” Sionis plunges the knife into Jason’s knee. Jason locks a scream behind his teeth, his face contorting in pain. “Try walking on water now,” Sionis hisses. He yanks the knife out, blood splattering on Jason’s legs and the floor. Tim looks nervously at the camera, its red light blinding ominously. Is Bruce watching this from the other side, agonizing over having a front-row seat to this display? Or is he already gone, on his way to rescue them? Tim hopes it’s the latter. “You think—think I haven’t been stabbed before?” Jason pants, his teeth gritted through the pain. “That was child’s play.” “Is that right?” Sionis looks over his shoulder at Tim. “Then maybe we should get a second opinion. What do you say, kiddo? Want to match your brother over here?” “Thank god,” Jason says. “Go over there and stay, if you wouldn’t mind. Your breath smells like dog shit. But I guess you are what you eat, so.” Roman punches Jason in the face so hard Tim can hear his teeth clank from here. He does it again two, three times, until blood streams from Jason’s nostrils and spills over his lips. Tim pulls frantically on the ropes binding him, tries to do anything, but he’s held tight. “Now, that,” Jason says, spitting out a mouthful of blood and what looks like a tooth, “was better. Still amateurish, but at least you’re not a fuckin’ sissy about it.” “Hood,” Tim snaps. “Please, shut up.” Why are you doing this? “Why should I listen to you? You’re the one who got us into this mess in the first place, replacement. This is your fault.” Jason’s words are snarls and his eyes burn with a tangible hatred, all directed at Tim. But Tim knows him too well. Not everyone wears a literal mask like Sionis does. Roman reaches for his tray and picks up a new blade, this one with large, jagged teeth. “By all means, keep talking, Hood. See where that gets you.” “What, are you going to stab me? Go ahead. The little shit deserves to feel guilty.” Sionis poises the blade at Jason’s shoulder, digging the tip in until Jason hisses. He leans in close, grabs Jason’s jaw with his other hand. “I know you’re not stupid. You think that if you act like a big enough asshole, you can save the runt from me.” He pushes on the knife, slowly sinking it into Jason’s flesh, ridge by ridge. “I’m very okay with that.” Roman twists the knife and Jason screams. Tim closes his eyes but he can’t cover his ears; he can’t tune out his brother screaming in agony, and he almost wishes that he were in Bruce’s position, watching this through a video feed. At least then he could turn it off. “Stop, please,” Tim begs. “He didn’t do anything, it was all me. It was my idea to blow up your shipment. I ruined your business, not him. Just—hurt me, take it out on me. Not him.” Sionis releases the blade, leaving it sticking out of Jason’s shoulder. “Told you I could make the little bird cry.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------

Tim has never felt so powerless in his life. It feels like it goes on for hours, the blood and the screaming and the sickening sound of torn flesh. It only gets worse when he escalates to the snapping of fingers, the crackle of knife through bone. He hits Jason so many times there’s more purple riddling his face than clean, unmarked skin. And every time Sionis so much as looks at Tim, Jason does something new to pull his attention back like a wasp on a string. He provokes the sadistic bastard with vulgar comments, snotty complaints that belong more in Damian’s mouth than Jason’s. And Tim can’t do anything but watch. He doesn’t know how long it’s been when something crashes behind him, which he assumes is the door. Roman barely has time to drop the blowtorch he’s holding before a batarang strikes him in the center of his mask, knocking him out cold. Jason doesn’t react. He hasn’t lifted his head in so long it puts Tim on the edge of panic, just quiet groans and grunts through every new injury inflicted on him. “Tim!” Dick is at Tim’s side in an instant, already working on the ropes binding him. “Are you okay?” Bruce is tending to Jason, putting a field dressing on one of his many open wounds while he talks to Alfred through his earpiece. He’s telling him to call Dr. Thompkins and tell her it’s an emergency. As soon as his hands are free Tim is lunging up from the chair, only for Dick to grab him by the shoulders and force him back down. “Hey, hey, slow down. Where are you hurt?” Dick lightly prods around the cut on Tim’s face, which is undoubtedly going to need stitches, but Tim couldn’t care less. He doesn’t take his eyes off of Jason, who lets out a groan when Bruce accidentally jostles his broken arm. Tim shakes his head, swallowing thickly. “He didn’t—he didn’t do anything to me. He didn’t touch me at all. Only Jason.”

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[labyrinth-runner]

Trust in Me

Part of the A Garden in Gotham Series, Roman Sionis x Reader

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@misselsbells06​

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Every week was a new adventure with Roman as the two of you got closer. After two months of dating, you felt like you were truly getting to know each other. You were comfortable together. It was easy almost, and that thought was enough to give you pause. Surely your doubts from when you’d first started dating couldn’t have been that unfounded? You’d caught dangerous glimpses of temper every now and then underneath the shifting mask of his face. They were quickly squelched, but that didn’t make you notice them any less. Those instances usually were whenever he was around Zsasz, though. When it was just the two of you... he seemed more at ease. A different Roman emerged then. A softer Roman, like a flower that only bloomed under a perfect storm of conditions. His delicate temperament had come as a bit of a shock, especially in contrast to the hard persona he projected with his business. Yet, things were progressing smoothly between the two of you. 

That was... until you were offered a lucrative opportunity courtesy of Bruce Wayne. He had been so impressed with your work at his charity ball that he wanted to see what your vision would be with a new community garden that he wanted to build in the heart of Gotham. You’d jumped at the chance to work with some of the city’s best architects to design what would truly be your version of an Eden in such a hell as Gotham. A place where people could escape to the beauty of a world of your design when the world outside had gotten too dark. You were thrilled. The only downside to the project was how much time it consumed. You found yourself working longer days and nights between running the shop and working on the garden. This meant less time that you had to spend with Roman. 

Roman had taken to spending time in his apartment, surrounded by his various vases of drying flowers when he missed you. That worked well enough to placate him for the first week that you were too busy to see him outside of the shop. After all, he still stopped by every morning. But, then you were given the permit to start planting and then you were at the shop less and less. He’d sent you text messages when you were on lunch, and sometimes he’d have someone bring you dinner if he knew you were working late.

Zsasz was pleased at this development. 

“Boss, if she can’t make time for you, then maybe she’s seeing someone else?” he said one day, leaning over the edge of the booth that Roman was sitting in.

“Nonsense, Zsasz. If she had lost interest, she would have told me. She’s very straightforward in that regard. Besides... we have a connection,” Roman murmured.

“Connections fade, boss,” Zsasz sighed, patting him on the shoulder. 

“Maybe.... maybe it wouldn’t hurt to make sure?” Roman asked.

Zsasz grinned. “No, I think that’s what I would do if my girl stopped spending time with me. I’d have to make sure that there wasn’t some other dude.”

Roman sighed, resolve settling in. Maybe Zsasz was right. Besides, he didn’t think he’d find anything, so what could the harm be? He nodded to Zsasz. “Tomorrow we’ll tail her.”

“I’ll let the driver know.”

The next day, you were meeting with Bruce Wayne for lunch. It felt surreal, but he wanted to know how the garden was progressing, and to go over some changes to the budget. He invited you to a swanky restaurant uptown that you felt very underdressed for, but he didn’t seem to mind. What you didn’t see, was Roman’s car parked across the street. He was watching you intently, hands tightening when your hands brushed over Mr. Wayne’s as you went to take the budget sheet. When lunch was over, Mr. Wayne escorted you to the car, driving with you to the garden. 

Once at the site, you walked him through your vision, showing the little progress that you and Piero, your architect, had made. Mr. Wayne was impressed, and that made you smile. Your dreams were all coming true. You couldn’t wait to tell Roman about your day when you saw him later. You had worked out your schedule to take the night off since you were so far ahead of the game. It was going to be a surprise. Just a quiet night in, the two of you, his favorite pizza, and a movie. The thought was the only thing that had gotten you through the week.

When Mr. Wayne left, Piero picked you up in excitement and spun you around.

“We did it, ma chérie!” he grinned, placing you back down. “I’ll finish installing the fairy lights tonight so that you can show your love all the progress you’ve made next week when the roses come in.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” you smiled, wrapping your arm around his waist as the two of you looked out over the space. You could see it in your head, and it was magnificent. You saw something weird, though. Roman’s car. He was parked across the street, and he was watching you through the window of the car.

“Excuse me,” you murmured, the smile dripping from your face. You made your way across the street, sneaking up behind the car and knocking on the window.

Roman jumped, eyes flicking up to yours. “O-oh! Hello, darling.”

“Roman, what are you doing here?” you asked in confusion.

“Oh, I was just in the area...” he trailed off.

“You could’ve come to say hi,” you replied.

“You seemed busy,” he said in disgust.

It clicked for you in that moment. Roman Sionis was jealous. 

“There’s nothing between me and Piero,” you said adamantly.

“Oh, so that’s his name? What about Wayne? The two of you seemed fairly chummy at lunch,” he shot back.

Lunch? How did he know about lunch? Your eyes widened in shock. “You followed me?” you gasped. You were hurt. 

“Well, of course I followed you. I haven’t seen you in so long. I had to know,” he replied, not seeing the problem.

“You’re unbelievable, Roman!” You shouted. “I bet you’re not even sorry about it,” you replied in disgust. You shook your head and started to walk away.

“Of course I’m not sorry!” he shouted back. “Why would I be? I was making sure you weren’t doing anything behind my back.”

You stiffened in the middle of the sidewalk and turned back to him. “ ‘Why would I be?’” you repeated in anger. “Roman, you betrayed my trust! If you trusted me, then you would know that i would never do anything behind your back that would hurt you.”

“I do trust you,” Roman replied, getting out of the car to walk towards you.

“No, Roman, you don’t. If you trusted me, then you wouldn’t have followed me around,” you replied sadly. 

He reached out for you. “Darling...”

“No,” you murmured, stepping back from him. “Roman, I can’t be with someone who doesn’t trust me.”

“What are you saying?” he asked.

“I’m saying... I think we should take a break,” you said, trying to keep your voice from wavering.

“Darling, you can’t really mean that.”

“Good bye, Roman,” you replied, returning back to work. You had a garden to build.

Roman watched dumbfounded as you left. No one ever walked away from Roman Sionis. He got in the car and drove back home. He looked at all the vases in his apartment. He wanted to smash them, but they were works of art. He couldn’t do that.

“Who does she think she is, Zsasz?” he asked angrily. “No one walks away from Roman Sionis! No one!”

His words were angry, but in truth he was just masking the hurt.

“No one does if they want to live,” Zsasz grinned.

He looked at Zsasz in horror. “I’m not going to kill her, Zsasz.”

“R-right, boss,” he replied. “Forget I said it.”

“I just... I don’t understand it. I do trust her. I wouldn’t date her if I didn’t. Yet, she threw the relationship back in my face,” he groaned in frustration. “I’m so tired of being rejected, Zsasz! I’m sick of it. She wants to know why I followed her? It’s because of this. It’s because when you let someone in, they can ruin you, so you have to make sure they don’t ruin you!”

He was in a rage now, throwing the pillows off his sofa. He wanted to destroy something like you had destroyed your relationship. But... no, you hadn’t destroyed anything. He had, and that thought was enough to drive him mad. 

“Boss,” Zsasz sighed, trying to calm him.

“Leave me, Zsasz. I want to be alone,” he muttered.

“Alright,” he replied through gritted teeth before leaving.

Roman looked around at all the flowers surrounding him. He thought back to when shrunken heads stood in their place. A smirk crossed his face as he thought about how much nicer the flowers were. Colorful. His smirk quickly slipped off his face as he realized that he wouldn’t have any more bouquets by you. He’d lose those colors. 

“Fuck. I’ve really fucking fucked up this time,” he groaned, throwing a pillow across the room. It knocked into the vase on the desk with your first bouquet in it. A pit of anxiety rose in him as he watched it teeter, but relief flooded him when it stabilized. He’d have to win you back somehow. 

He devised a plan. If he stopped by every day, you’d see how much he missed you. Except... he didn’t see you there. He’d see your assistants, and they’d tell him that they’d tell you that he’d stopped by. When that didn’t work, he tried to take his mind off things and move on, he threw himself into work at the club, but whenever he glimpsed someone that looked vaguely like you, he’d kick everyone out so that he could mope in his solitude.

Nothing was getting done. If anything, it was somehow worse than when he dated you. Zsasz was growing frustrated with him. He didn’t like you, but he wanted Roman to dump you, not for you to dump Roman. If Roman dumped you, then he wouldn’t be acting like this. He’d be acting like Roman Sionis, on top of his world, and not at the mercy of some bitch. Zsasz couldn’t believe what he was about to do.

“Boss, you have to get your shit together,” Zsasz sighed one morning.

“I have my shit together, Zsasz,” he replied absentmindedly.

“No, boss, ya don’t. If anything, you have your shits scattered in the wind and blowing around being pushed by a fan.”

“Ew.”

“Exactly.”

“Fine. What do you propose I do then?” he asked, humoring him.

“Win her back.”

“I tried that,” Roman sighed in frustration.

“You didn’t try hard enough.”

“I went to the shop, I tried to buy flowers,” Roman said in exasperation.

“You talked your language, boss. Maybe... you should try talking hers?”

“You mean... flowers?” 

Zsasz nodded.

“Zsasz, that’s not... that’s not a bad idea,” Roman murmured. He ran over to the computer and started to type in some searches. “Zsasz, order me some Freesias and an arbutus flower.”

“What the hell is an arbutus flower?”

“Just order them,” he barked. “I’m going to go clean myself up.”

Roman looked down at the pajamas he’d been wearing for two days in disgust. Shit scattered in the wind, indeed. He went to take a shower and get dressed while Zsasz picked up the flowers that Roman wanted. When he finished, he played around with the flowers to make them look pretty. Then, he tied them with a ribbon and went out the door.

“Do you want me to bring the car around?”

“No, Zsasz, I think I’m going to walk.”

Roman practiced his speech in his head on his way to the park.

You were standing in the middle of the garden, leaning on your shovel. Since you didn’t need to see Roman, you spent your nights gardening in the dark, illuminated by the fairy lights. It was to your liking, though, because you were able to see how the night blooming flowers were looking in the garden. Everyone else had gone home by now, and it was just you. You admired your work, listening to the soft bubbling of the water fountain that recycled water to water the plants. That was how he found you.

Roman’s heart leapt as he watched you bathed in the warm glow of the fairy lights. His eyes took in the garden and all the work you had put into the space. It was beautiful in his eyes. Almost as beautiful as you. He tucked the flowers behind his back.

“Darling, this looks incredible,” he replied.

You jumped, turning towards him. “Roman, I thought-”

“Please... let me say my piece?” 

You nodded, holding your hand up to gesture for him to continue.

“I was wrong to follow you,” he stated. “I should have trusted you, and I’m sorry. I’m just... I’m not used to you. You’re so different than anyone else I’ve met. You’re honest, loyal... Quite frankly, you’re so much more than I deserve and that fact isn’t lost on me. In fact, it makes me so terrified of losing you that I went to great lengths to hold onto you, and by doing that I pushed you away. I should have believed in you, and in us. Darling, I’m so sorry. Can you ever forgive me and take me back?”

Your shaky resolve started to crumble as you watched him there. He was vulnerable, showing up in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. You’d never seen him like this. Then, you noticed something hiding behind his back.

“Roman, what’s behind your back?” you asked curiously.

“A peace offering,” he said with a sheepish smile. He brandished the flowers shyly. The stems were all different lengths, but the colors were beautiful. You took them gently, running your hands over the soft petals.

“Are you trying to tell me something?” you asked hopefully as you looked down at the flowers.

“Perhaps,” he smiled, “Unless they say something bad, in which case I just thought they were pretty. I did have to use the internet.”

A smile grew on your face as you looked down at the bundle. “You trust me,” you smiled, touching the freesias. Then, your brow furrowed as you looked at the other, scanning through your memory. “Arbutus?” you asked him, a funny look on your face as you looked up at him.

“Yes,” he murmured.

Arbutus was a rare flower to find in a bouquet these days, which is why you wanted to make sure that it was deliberate. When he confirmed that it was, your resolve disappeared. You let go of the shovel and went over to him, taking his face in your hand to kiss him. His arms circled your waist, bringing you flush against him as he kissed you harder. After pulling back for air, you rested your foreheads together.

“Roman, I’ve missed you,” you murmured.

“I’ve missed you, too, darling. I promise you, I will never make the mistake of not trusting you again,” he said sincerely. “I’m so sorry that my own actions hurt you.”

“I forgive you, Roman,” you replied.

“You’re my star, darling. I should have know better than this,” he murmured.

“What do you mean?” you asked in amusement.

“You can’t always see the stars, but that doesn’t mean that they aren’t there,” he clarified.

“Like a blossom in the night,” you smirked. “You can’t always see when they bloom, but that doesn’t mean that they don’t bloom.”

He kissed your forehead and held you tightly. “You’ll always be my blossom in the night.”

“Do you really like my garden?” you asked, resting your head against his chest.

“I do. A garden in Gotham. I think its wonderful,” he smiled.

#roman sionis x reader #Roman Sionis #roman x reader #A Garden in Gotham

[helpinghanikan]

Sing us a song

Dinah Lance (Black Canary) x Reader

Sum: Try as Dinah might, it’s impossible to keep her private and business lives separate. 

AN: Just a little one-shot from the Harley Quinn movie. I’m surprised there aren’t more out there. 

Her voice is so powerful you can hear it through the running water and the walls. But soft enough to be a lullaby. You’ve never heard the end of the song as sleep takes you before the grand finale every time. You only know it’s over when her weight comes back to the bed.

It’s only crossed your mind a few times that you could just ask to hear the whole show. Those thoughts are gone when she texts about work;

‘babe, if I start drunk texting you, can you come get me? I’m really gonna need it tonight’

A few hours later she’ll send another;

‘If I sing opera will I get paid more or killed? Maybe I’ll break all the glasses doing that, fuck them glasses’

It would be a gamble to ask her to sing for you. Either she would, and it would be done without any heart and possibly stop from singing at night entirely. Or she would say no and stop singing at night and make the whole relationship just that much more awkward.

It was already bad enough. Dinah never explicably said not to visit her club. Just that it really wasn’t the place you could easily get into without knowing at least three people. You knew one, and she complained about so much it’d be rude to ask if she could introduce you to two others.

Only once you’ve come close to the club. Only because you saw her car in the alley between buildings. It wasn’t an area you usually go to; just this side of rich and the other side of shady. You didn’t even know it was a club until this bigger dude started marching out.

“What are you doing?” He demands, arms open either for effect or an invitation to fight.

In his defense you were leaning against the hood of Dinah’s car. Phone up over your head for a selfie to send to bae. It was probably just instinct that he started yelling. Not that he was worried about your butt adding another dent to it.

“It’s my, I mean, it’s not mine but it’s my…Sorry! Sorry!” Defense mode was activated within you.

It was a quick slide off of the car. Both hands up with the phone like you were being threatened with a gun. The threat coming at you was probably just as dangerous. Walking forward faster than you could step back. It was nice to think that you would have yelled back when he got to close. Balled up your fists and scream back an explanation that would make him back down. Instead you just kept trying to explain yourself in a small voice while walking backwards.

“No, what the fuck are you doing?!” he shouts again.

If it weren’t for your woman walking out of the door you might have just turned tail and ran. Instead you stay and watch, hands still up as she runs around the man to be in front of him.

“Hey, no, NO!” She yells back at him. The same way one might try to scare away a dog. “Chet, cool it.”

“You wanna tell Mr. Sionis his car is dented because of some chick’s ass?” He demands, his voice much calmer then when he was yelling at you.

“That’s my car, dumbass. And that’s my girl on my car, making my dent. Not yours, not his, mine.” She emphasizes this by pointing at the car, pointing at you, pointing at herself and then back to the car.

The security guard, seemed to be named Chet, shut up after that. After a few seconds Dinah seemed to be satisfied with his submission.

“Let’s go,” She says, this time to you.

“That was really hot,” Only thing you can think to say after driving from the alley and immediately meeting traffic. Dinah tried to hide her smile but wasn’t really doing a good job of it.

You’ve both been riding the high of that conversation for days now. Dinah walking around just a little more puffed than usual, while you pretend not to notice and admire.

That high rode you right into the next weekend. Where you know better than to try and text Dinah while she’s at work. As, not only will she not respond, she won’t let you know that she got home safe. Only to apologize the next morning for leaving you worried. It was something but not the same of immediate notification. So, your phone is kept muted, but not silence.

A little sound takes you from the bottomless pit of the television.

It was a small message from an unknown number. ‘Congratulations on your invite to the Black Mask club. Show this text with the message at the door.’

It’s habit to text this to unknown numbers by this point: ‘You have the wrong person, sorry’

Few seconds later: ‘You’re the singer’s girl, right? Dinah’s?’

‘My girlfriend is Dinah and she sings so, maybe?’

‘Show this message and number at the door. We’ll see you at ten.’

With nothing else to do you gave no response saying you couldn’t make it. Instead spending the next hours playing through your clothes and make up. Rules for clubs have always been weird; what counts as too slutty and what’s too prudish? Are high waisted pants in enough to be acceptable at clubs? How does eye-shadow work? All questions that had to be answered right now.

Taking your best guess with a black cocktail dress and matching dress jacket. The only color that would come with the outfit would be your blue flats and same color eye-shadow. It wasn’t the most “Look at me!” outfit but it was enough to at best blend in.

Or, so you thought until you got there. Everyone was dressed to show off and dance: sparkles and high heels on the women, dark colors and loose ties on the men. These bits of description jumped genders several times, only making you stand out like a mourning widow.

Nothing screamed this more than how the bouncer looked at you. Asking for you name without even holding the clipboard, your fate already decided before a trial could take place.

“I was invited,” Your phone is held up to his face.

Against every instinct you let him take the phone. Looking at the few messages, glancing up at you, looking back to the phone, and then up to you again. Making a scoff noise he hands it back, lifting the clipboard and writing something down.

“Go ahead in,” He says.

Music inside the club was like hitting a wall of vibrations. It was just the beginning of the night; the electric music was meant to get everyone hype. Make them forget that the world outside ever existed and the only thing that mattered were drinks and good times.

You weren’t there for either of those things. A woman was dancing on stage, but it wasn’t Dinah. If she was one of the performers it was likely she would be somewhere in the back getting ready. Since you were at her work and it didn’t seem she was really working, would it too far to text and let her know?

Steeling yourself for when a gamble goes wrong you type out a text.

‘Guess who got into the club? Can’t wait to see you!’

It’s selfish to assume that she would respond right away. She was at work and had more important things to focus on then hanging around her phone for you. Even so you stared at the screen for a few seconds longer then was healthy.

Before you can let out the “oops!” the man you run into catches both of your biceps. It was your fault for not paying attention when turning around.

Just like any upstanding woman outside of her element you just make it worse with your reaction to his face. At first glance he’s not ugly, blonde hair and mouth that would easily become a crooked smile, but there were scars. The most prominent of which was a line going across his throat. After seeing that the rest almost screamed at you to pay attention.

“I-I’m-Excuse me, I didn’t see you.” You said, trying to remember what manners you could.

It’s hard to say whether he was going to respond to you or not. Shrugging your arms up and away from him to escape. It was because of how loose he was holding you that it was possible. Not even making it two steps before finding another man to run into.

“And who do we have here?” This man was cleaner cut then the first. Brown hair with the slightest hint of gel.  

Dinah has complained about the big boss so many times you could probably give his description to the police. Even with all that what gave Roman Sionis away were the clothes. Red and black coat made from some animal that probably doesn’t exist anymore. Sunglasses that probably can’t keep away the sun but still cost more then your rent.

Your name comes out in an attempt to sound confident. Lifting your hand like a business meeting.

He makes a little gasp. “You’re my song-bird’s darling, aren’t you?” He asks.

It takes longer then a second to understand who he was talking about. When it finally clicks you nod, “yeah, Dinah sings here. She’s your singer.” Smart enough to correct yourself but dumb enough to not find an exit to the conversation.

Practically brushing your hand aside, he immediately goes for your face.

“Now, you are adorable.” He looks over your shoulder to someone behind you. “She is adorable. Go get Dinah, let’s make this an event.”

His smile only slightly falters when he looks at the rest of you. Hands open like he was trying to understand an abstract painting. But, like most abstract paintings he didn’t like, he refused to understand it. Instead choosing to remove the offending parts.

“Ew, what is this?” He asks, holding the collar of your jacket with one hand. The other gesturing to it as if the crowd were watching too.

Before you could explain that it was a jacket he was already shaking his head slightly. “No, take it off, it’s awful, take it off now.”

It’s wasn’t that big of a deal to remove the jacket. You were in a sweaty club anyway; a jacket didn’t really make sense here. After getting out of the jacket it was immediately pulled away from your hands. Roman almost throwing it onto one of the passing ladies with drinks. She stumbled slightly but kept her footing after the fabric assault.

“Get rid of this, burn the fucking thing,” He says to her with a wave of his hand. Looking back at you. “Now, tell what do you think of my place?”

All this took place in the center of the club. Like a rock in a river everyone just moved around Roman. Somehow managing to sober up just enough to avoid bumping into him. Just to return to their natural state of happy and tipsy when they get past.

“It’s really cool. The art and everything is intense, in a good way, you know?” How do you make conversation with someone who took your jacket and wants feedback on a club you just learned about.

The answer, as it would seem, is for his arm to go around your shoulders. Pointing towards the nearest statue, and gesturing “The artist, lovely woman I got away from my parents, created these for me. These were the last sculptures she ever did.”

“Now that’s impressive, is she enjoying retirement?” You ask.

“Oh no, she’s dead. And here’s your golden throated girl.” He says, giving a sweeping gesture towards the incoming Dinah.

You’re familiar with Dinah’s emotions more then anybody. You’ve seen her angry, confident, have caught her trying to lie more then once, and you’ve seen her scared. This was the first that you’ve her scared while trying to cover it with a lie.

Although starting the conversation off with a “Hey, Dinah,” you were completely barricaded from the conversation happening around you.

“Hey,” She repeats, not looking for an answer and looking to Roman instead.

Dinah was pulled away before she could finish getting ready. Her eyes and cheeks were done but the lips were bare. She was wrapped in a robe brought from home instead of the clothes she left in or the dress for performance. After hearing your name coming from anyone here, especially Victor Zsasz’s, modesty be damned.

“I hope you don’t mind. When Chad-.”

“Chet,” The man you ran into seemed to whisper.

“Whatever. When Chad told me about how fired up you got I just had to meet the girl behind it.” Roman’s hand goes to your face. “And, I must say, I can understand why. Why haven’t you ever brought her around?”

Dinah shrugs, mentally sending you the message to “bite him”.

“We’ve just been so busy. Didn’t want to bring in a distraction.” She says.

It was a subtle movement Dinah was working on. Taking small steps towards you while still looking at Roman. After noticing whatever Roman is saying means nothing, just taking Dinah’s hand when she reached for it.

“She won’t be a distraction; she’ll be in my booth.” Roman says. Using his free hand to take hold of Dinah’s shoulder. “Now you need to go and finish getting ready. We’ll be watching, together.”

0-0-0

It was fun to imagine what Roman was like as a kid. Did he demand this much attention as a middle-schooler, or did it start towards the end of high school? Imaging that jacket and those mannerism on a teen almost helped the situation. Then you’d look too far over his shoulder, see the man affectionately referred to as ‘Mr. Zsasz’, and it wasn’t fun anymore.

“And you’re all set? Anything to drink? Anything at all, at all.” Roman asks. And when you reply that, no, you’re not thirsty. He smiled, almost laughed. “You don’t drink here because you’re thirsty. You drink here because it’s fun. Shots, over here, shots for all!” Just as he had summoned the waitress with a snap he summoned applause with words.

It’s very doubtful that he created these powers while in middle-school.

Dinah had yet to make an appearance onstage. Sticking to the electric, thumping, music that pulsed and got people moving. Sometimes someone would come out to dance between the decorative hands onstage. More as something people could following along to rather than the entertainment itself. Even with the dancers the large hands were the only thing worth looking at on the stage. Were they made by the same sculptor as the other or some other dead artist?

Clicking on the table, that is somehow louder than the music, that brings you back. Two shots, neon blue and green, set between the two of you. Without even acknowledging the waitresses delivering them Roman takes one in each hand. Holding the blue one to you and keeping the green for himself.

“To new friends,” he says, holding it up.

“To new friends, and your amazing club,” You add in.

He places a hand dramatically against his chest at your compliment.

“Salute!” He says as you clink the glasses.

What exactly you were drinking is hard to say. But it was strong and left a coated feeling in your mouth after drinking it. Probably not used to the intense taste of alcohol you started coughing as soon as it all went down.

A gloved hand lightly pats your back. “You’re so fucking pure,” He says, twirling the shot glass he hadn’t taken. “I can see why your girl wants you to herself so badly.”

It was only a few more seconds of your coughing before said girl came on stage. You’ve never seen that particular dress in her wardrobe before. It looked too complicated, with such a niche style, to be something she’d wear on a regular night out. Yellow underclothes that could be confused as a bathing suit, and a long ‘dress’ that showed every bit of skin that could be showed.

From your position in the booth it was hard to tell if her stance was due to fear of tripping over the ‘dress’ or the thinly hidden rage she was pointing your way. Either way her legs stayed shoulder width apart, holding the microphone and starting to sing.

Her voice was so much better with a proper sound system and no obstructing water. Power in her eyes matched the strength in her voice. The song you knew, not enough to sing along to, but enough that you could hum the melody for days to come.

The song wasn’t one that you could dance or exactly sway to. Best described as intense background music.

It took a second to escape the trance Dinah had made to realize that your host had made his exit. Apparently famous for both his loud entrance and Irish goodbye, Roman had made his way into the club. Leaving you in a too large booth and Mr. Zsasz who was probably there to make sure you didn’t leave.

Although Zsasz’s body was leaning on the support towards you, his head was turned towards Roman. Not outright staring, but more of a long glance that didn’t end.

Dinah’s singing was, in fact, background music. Specifically background music for Roman to make some rounds about his club. Watching him with each table or specific person was different then the few steps between them. Those few steps his face would fall, just slightly, and then return to a smile that was becoming less charming the longer you stared at it.

Coming back to yourself you made the mistake of looking about the room. Landing on Mr. Zsasz who was now staring right at you. It’s not that was glaring or showing any emotion outside of slight curiosity. It’s that he let the eye contact last just this side of too long before smiling.

It was like a bite. Snapping your focus away and back to Dinah on stage. Someone else who was staring right at you, but which caused a feeling of love instead of teeth filled fear.

You’re searching for safety in your girl’s voice. Moving about the stage in sways that move her dress and braids in barely dancing. Focused entirely on you, hitting the high notes. Her eyes only close to keep the song going long, holding the notes that make you sigh.

“She is absolutely fantastic,” Roman says, a firm hand landing on your shoulder. “With those pipes. It’s quite selfish of you to keep her all to yourself. Why were you being so greedy?”

“I-I didn’t know she was so good. I didn’t really hear her sing as much as she does for you.” His hand is still on your shoulder, holding on this side of too tight. “I think she likes to save her voice for your club. Save it for you.”

His grip holds for a second. Looking over his glasses at you like an annoyed librarian. Then the grip turns into a pat on the same spot. “You’re forgiven for being so spoiled. It’d be a fucking shame if you had tried to keep her all to yourself.”

The song is ending, and Dinah is staring right back at you. Specifically towards Roman. Holding the microphone pole like a lifeline, her voice cracking at one point before recovering. Her eyes close again, trying to strive to make a good finish.

The song in its entirety was hypnotizing. If it weren’t for your host pulling you from the song you might not have even noticed it ended. Even so you are still staring will a lulled smile on your face when the song dies down. Only coming back when that same host start open handed clapping, rising the rest of the club to do the same.

“Wonderful! Wonderful!” he announces. Grabbing your shoulder once more. “Isn’t she fantastic?”

You didn’t have to pretend to agree with him. Smiling brightly at your woman as she tries to match the enthusiasm.

“Would you like to hear another one?” Roman asks the crowd, you included. When the club cheers he takes that as the answer. “Sing us another song, birdy. Come on, let’s hear another!”

Although never said it was obvious this wasn’t an option. Taking another look into your eyes she focused back on the microphone. Taking a breath and starting to sing once again. This time she dared to take her eyes from you, instead following Roman through the club.

The cycle of song, cheer and another goes on two more times. Roman disappearing into the crowd and coming back just long enough to demand another.

In that time Dinah’s singing had changed to something that was beginning to shake the building. A low rumble that was brushed away as vibrations from the speakers. It shook and messed with your table. The empty shot in front of you was starting to click against the table. Enough so that you began toying with it.

“Another for the guest of honor.” Roman says, another shot of neon color placed in front of you.

Before accepting or rejecting the drink it was almost snatched from the table. Dinah hitting it back with a following fit of coughing. Dinah was tough but whatever was in the shot was something serious and would affect most.

“That was pretty fucking rude,” Roman says but with a smile.

It felt like a secondary race to Dinah’s side. Roman won the race, only getting there first because Mr. Zsasz had cheated. His arm coming around you the moment you escaped from the booth. He gave you that biting smile again when you looked up at him. Snapping you to look at Dinah. Your girl was just as trapped as you were. Roman holding an arm around her shoulder, smiling that didn’t reach his eyes just yet.

“It was so great to meet you,” He says free hand extending towards you.

Thinking he was going for a handshake you matched it. A sudden pull almost tripping you into him. Now trapped under his arm, matching your woman who wasn’t looking away from Roman’s face.

“Little bird, you can’t keep her all to yourself anymore.” He says to Dinah. “Especially now that I know all about her.”

#reader insert #DC imagine #Dinah Lance #dinah lance x reader #Black canary #Black canary x reader #Surprised I liked the movie so much. #Birds of prey #No harley quinn #Never harley quinn