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marshmallow---pillow · 3 days

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I'll Knit My Flesh Into Yours To Patch Up Your Wounds

Excerpt from Part 2 of Blue: Mallow

Part 1: Recap: Renegade Dick rescues Jason Todd from Arkham Asylum

Part 2: Summary: At his safe-house, Dick starts to patch his brother back together

Word count: ~700

Warnings: Nudity, Scars, Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied/Referenced Non-consensual Body Modification

“........—Christ”

The asshole seems surprised, or just delighted at the twisted patchwork of skin his back is, or maybe—

There’s a hand in his hair, slowly carding through it, and his brain stalls.

He waits for it to wrench, to pull. To hurt.

The voice speaks instead, soft.

(dangerous)

“—not—oing to—hurt you—”

Laughter bubbles up his throat, it tastes of bile. This is not the first time they've pulled this gag.

A savior comes in and tells him everything's fine. He believes it. The act ends when they're at the threshold of the stupid cell. Then he's on the floor bruised and beaten.

It's a reliable joke. Never grows old.

He's not falling for this good samaritan bullshit this time.

But the hand doesn’t stop and his traitorous body tries to curl into it.

He tries to recall, but nothing comes up. There was pain. Everywhere. His arms. His back. The whip licking his back —leaving fiery agony. Laughter and jeers as he begged them to stop.

He must've nodded off. There had been sounds of what he could’ve sworn were gunshots if he hadn’t had the prior experience of hallucinating fucked-up shit every single day.

He must've passed out. The man must’ve grabbed him then.

“Jason—”

He doesn't get to hear the rest because the name bounces inside his head. How does he know?

He starts struggling anew, trying to get away from whoever his new captor is. He knows now it’s no longer just a two-bit thug. He’s fucked because whoever can bother with his identity probably has a personal vendetta, he has so, so many enemies.

He manages to push himself off the bed and his ass lands on the hardwood floor.

The voice is saying something but it might as well all be white noise for what’s about to come. He tries to kick at the floor in a pathetic attempt to put distance between himself and his captor as if that’ll stop them.

But his stupid ankle gives away and he just curls into a pathetic ball. He’s openly sobbing now. He’s fucked, he’s so fucked.

The man's going to burn him again and start picking chunks off his back and drill his good foot too and—

The sounds tear out of his throat, uncontrollably. Loud, ugly sobs. Hurting his mal-formed ribs with the force—but he can't stop

The room goes in and out of focus as he tries to blink away the tears. His bony arms twitch uselessly at his sides, the floor is dimly lit by the lights, in what he can see now is the hallway—

Hallway

It startles him enough for him to shut up.

He's not in his cell.

With a jolt, he realizes there’s a hand in his hair again, gently carding through it, nails gently scratching against his scalp and then slowly trailing through the ends, tugging lightly at them, and for a while that’s all that is. Fingers on his scalp, scratching and sometimes ruffling, tracing the puckered skin of his scars but never digging into his bruises. He grows tired of waiting for them to wrench his head back, for the blow to land. But the hand just keeps going. It's nice.

It's been so long since touch was anything but violation and hurt. It burns and he basks in it greedily.

Every now and then the fingers seem to reach a snag, and a hysterical part of his brain supplies shamefully that he can’t remember the last time he was allowed to clean up.

”—’m sorry—not going to hurt you—safe—"

The voice pauses.

Fear rears Its ugly head again— but he knows that if the asshole wanted to hurt him, he would’ve done it already ten times over. He wasn’t even restrained when he lost his shit. It's the long game then, where he gets a bit of respite if he pretends he doesn't know what he has to pay after.

The hand hasn't left his hair the entire time.

(Title inspired from "My Heart Has Claws" by Fatima Aamer Bilal)

#jason todd #arkham knight #arkhamverse #batman #dc #red hood #the arkham knight #dick grayson #batfam #nightwing #Renegade #batman arkham knight #jason peter todd #Wounds AU

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theredhood-jasontodd · 19 days

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Y/N : Buy me cute underwear and I will let you see me wearing it.

Jason: If I buy you nothing, can I see you wearing that?

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slut4thebroken · 6 months

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The Arkham Knight’s Whore

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Pairing | Arkham Knight x reader

Summary | Exactly what the title says.

Warnings | 18+, sexual content, smut, sexual slavery??, but consensual, exhibitionism, rough sex, humiliation, degradation, praise, he hates everyone but you, possessive!jason, ruined orgasm, orgasm delay/denial, threats of using a chastity belt lol, creampie hehe, idk what else tbh.

Words | 3.4 k

Notes | Idk man one day I just had a vision.

Ao3 link | <3

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The voices of the men were muffled in your fuzzy brain. The only things you could focus on were the hard ground you were kneeling on, the collar wrapped tightly around your neck, and the breeze making your mostly nude body tremble. This was how most days went by— in a blur, not ever truly being able to focus on anything. Especially if it was something other than the man you were kneeling next to.

A gloved hand started stroking your hair, making you sigh and close your eyes with a small smile. His rare acts of affection were your favorite part of the entire day. Anytime he’d cup your cheek or lightly caress your body, you always savored the touch. Especially because it was usually followed not long after by a rougher touch instead. His movements paused and he grabbed your hair, then yanked your head back until you were looking up at him.

“Are you listening, pet?”

“N-no. I’m sorry.” You said quietly, trying to focus on him and not get lost in the painful feeling on your scalp that was making your core ache.

“Come here.” You were barely able to hide the eagerness in your movements as you got up to straddle his lap, paying no mind to the men behind you. You waited with your hands behind your back until he grabbed them and placed them on his shoulders. He started rubbing his hands up and down your thighs slowly, teasing you.

“I’m going out tonight. I want you in my room, naked and on your knees, when I return.”

“Yes, sir.” You wondered if he had something specific planned for tonight.

“What are you looking at?” He barked, making you jump. Then, “Sorry for scaring you, pet. Not you, don’t worry.” You breathed out a sigh of relief. Sometimes you really hated when he wore the helmet.

“You. Come here.” Out of the corner of your eye you saw him point to someone behind you. Slow footsteps were heard until they finally stopped.

“Sir?” The man asked, voice trembling.

“You know the rules, yes?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Tell me which one you just broke.” Even through the distortion you could hear how scary he sounded.

“I- I looked at her.”

“That’s right. Not a hard rule is it? If you were doing your job, your attention should’ve been elsewhere so help me understand why it was on her.” His hands stopped to grip your thighs, making you gasp quietly.

“I- I’m sorry, sir. It won’t- it won’t happen again.” He stammered, the fear in his voice painfully obvious.

“No. It won’t.” He grabbed the gun from his thigh and quickly shot the man. Because of the loud noise close to your ears, your hearing went a little muffled, but you could faintly hear his body dropping to the floor.

“A reminder,” He said loudly, addressing the rest of the men in the room, “anyone looks at, speaks to, or touches her… they’re a dead man. Understand?” A chorus of “yes, sir” filled the room and he turned his attention back to you as he holstered the gun.

“Go to my room. Someone will bring you food soon.” His voice was notably softer now.

“Yes, sir. How long will you be gone?”

“Just a few hours.”

“Okay. Be safe.” You said quietly, giving him a small smile.

After you showered, got ready for bed, and ate, you were starting to get more anxious about when you should go to the floor to wait for him. You didn’t want him to come back and not find you where he wanted, but at the same time you didn’t want to kneel for that long. Eventually you decided to sit down on the floor and read. Anytime you heard footsteps outside the door, you threw your book down and got on your knees. And each time, you were disappointed when they walked right past the door.

Finally when the door opened, you snapped your head down to face the floor, listening to it close and then his footsteps around the room. You heard the loud thud of his helmet dropping on a table and almost looked up at the sudden noise. His footsteps kept growing closer until they stopped behind you and his fingers were running through your hair.

“Did you behave?” The sound of his non distorted voice always made you melt.

“Yes, sir.” You wanted to ask how his night went, but you’re not sure what kind of mood he’s in yet.

“Good girl.” His hand snaked around until it wrapped around the front of your neck, pulling your head back to look up at him. “You ready for me?”

“Always.” When the corners of his lips turned up it was better than any orgasm you could ever have. He helped you up by your neck, then placed both of his hands on your hips, pulling you into him. He didn’t wait long before leaning down and pressing his lips to your neck, kissing the sensitive skin. You bit your lip and dug your nails into your palms painfully as you resisted bringing your hands up to touch him. When he suddenly took a step back, you barely managed to swallow down the whimper in time.

“On the bed, ass up.” He said while working on taking off his belt. You eagerly climbed onto the bed and settled in the center before lifting yourself up onto your knees, keeping your head and shoulders down. You didn’t even hear him move before hands were being placed on the backs of your thighs, slowly snaking up. He groped your ass roughly, making your breath hitch. When his thumb brushed over your slit, you bit down on the sheets, not wanting to be loud without his permission.

“Always so fucking wet.” He muttered, making your face heat up. “You like it, don’t you? Being my whore.” He spoke more clearly now and you let out a low whine.

“Yes, sir.” You said through a moan, resisting pushing your hips back into his touch.

“Good. Because I’m not planning on letting you go anytime soon.” You weren't sure if he was intending for it to sound literal or metaphorical, but deep down you knew that he was being completely serious.

The blunt head of his cock replaced his thumb and he dragged it up and down your slit slowly. You didn’t have to wait long before he was pushing into you, splitting you open despite the fact that you’ve gotten used to his size after all this time. You buried your head into the sheets to muffle your moans, but he just leaned over you, making his length go even deeper, then grabbed your hair and pulled your head back up. When his hips were completely pressed to yours, he stilled, letting you adjust. Your chest heaved as you tried to relax your body, hoping to lessen the sting. After only another moment, he was moving his hips back until just the tip was inside of you, then slamming back in. You let out a choked moan at the force of his thrust but quickly put a hand over your mouth to silence yourself.

“I want to hear you, bitch. Let everyone know who’s fucking you.” You tentatively removed your hand and he pulled out again, faster this time, and slammed back in even harder. He continued like this for a while until his hand released your hair to grab your hip. As he pounded your already aching hole, you tried to keep your head up so he could hear you. A knock at the door made the moan catch in your throat.

“What?” He barked, still snapping his hips into you, even as the door opened. You let out a low whine and buried your face in the sheets, but he grabbed your hair again and lifted you up.

“Sir, you wanted to be notified immediately after a sighting— He’s at the docks. Robin too.” You tried to keep your moans in as the man spoke, but he yanked on your hair, making you cry out.

“Find out why he’s there.” His voice wasn’t even slightly breathless as his brutal pace continued.

“Yes, sir.” When the door closed, he pushed your head forward as he let go of your hair, then roughly pulled out. Because you weren’t holding your head up at all, it fell onto the bed, making you release a muffled grunt. He smacked your ass only once before grabbing you and flipping you onto your back.

“I thought I said I wanted to hear you.” He growled, roughly grabbing your thighs and forcing your legs open. Before you could even think of apologizing, his hand was coming down hard on your clit. You let out a choked sob and he did it again before you could fully recover.

“I-I’m sorry! Please-” You cut yourself off with another sob as he hit you once again. Seemingly giving you mercy, he slid inside of you again and lifted your lower half off the bed to start snapping his hips into you. You watched his eyes trail all over your body and the way his lips parted as he panted quietly, but that was the only skin you could see and you wished one day he’d let you see all of him. But it took him so long before he was able to take the helmet off, and even then, for the first few times, he kept you on your knees with your face buried in the sheets and immediately put it back on after.

As the knot of arousal in stomach grew tighter, you willed yourself to hold off your orgasm until he gave you permission. Which proved to be a difficult feat as his thrusts became more frenzied and his pants turned into low grunts and moans.

“Please,” You gasped out, feeling tears of desperation make their way into your eyes. “Please! Sir, I need to come.” You cried.

“Hold it or you won’t be able to sit for a fucking week.” He growled, adding to the arousal growing in your stomach.

“I- I’m trying,” You whimpered, a few tears falling down your temples into your hair.

“Needy fucking whore, always worried about your own pleasure. Do I need to train you again?” You whined at his words, feeling your cheeks heat up. “Or maybe I should just lock up your cunt permanently— use your other fuck holes instead.”

“Oh god,” You sobbed out.

“You like the sound of that? You wanna be a proper fuck toy? Just a little fleshlight for my cock?” And god- you did fucking like the sound of that.

“I- I can’t hold it, sir.” You whispered, squeezing your eyes shut and focusing on staving off your orgasm. He slowed to a stop, making you whine and squirm, his grip tightening on your hips painfully in response.

“Greedy fucking slut.” He spat.

“I’m sorry.” You whimpered, still trying to move your hips to get the friction back.

“Keep acting up and I’ll fuck your ass right now— no lube, no prep.” He warned, making you freeze. “There you go. You can be an obedient little whore, you just need some motivation, don’t you?” He cooed mockingly and you whined with a blush.

“I’m going to keep fucking you. If you come, I’ll ruin it, then finish in your ass. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” You whispered, staring up at him with wide, tearful eyes. He resumed the brutal pace, making you cry out at the sudden pleasure.

“Fucking take it.” He gritted, hips snapping into you impossibly faster and harder. “You want to be my whore? Then act like it.” Your hands fisted the sheets hard enough to make your fingers ache as you focused on anything but your impending orgasm. His words were making it incredibly difficult though.

“Don’t forget, bitch— you’re replaceable. I can get a pocket pussy anytime I want and at least that toy will actually focus on my pleasure for once.” He spat, making you let out a choked sob.

“I’m sorry— please I’m sorry, sir, I just- I can’t help it.” You cried, walls fluttering around his length as you got closer and closer. “You just feel so fucking good.” You whimpered. His grip tightened on your hips even more, making you wince.

“I guess I shouldn’t expect much else from a slut, should I? You get a cock inside you and all that training just disappears.”

“No- no, I’m sorry.” Despite the protest, it was getting harder and harder to prove that his statement was incorrect. “I still remember— I’m good.” You whimpered.

“Oh are you?” He asked and you nodded in response. “I don’t know if I believe you. Not when you’re seconds away from coming without permission.”

“I'm trying! Please, I'm trying..” You said through a sob, tears welling in your eyes. When someone knocked on the door again, your eyes widened as you whimpered.

“What?” He spat, never slowing his pace. The door opened and you bit your lip, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Falcone’s guys are there. We think he’s trying to bust one of his imports.”

You tried to think about violent death, vomit, dead animals— anything to hold off your orgasm. But it was no use. Slapping a hand over your mouth to muffle your moans, your back arched even more in his hold as you fell over the edge. He stopped abruptly, making you whine and try to fuck yourself on his cock, which was useless because of the way he was holding you.

“I’ll deal with it later. Let me know if anything important goes down.”

“Yes, sir.” He said, then closed the door. The second it was shut, you were being dropped onto the bed, his cock leaving your sensitive hole almost painfully.

“Stupid fucking slut.” He spat, making your bottom lip tremble. You couldn’t look at him, not when you knew how furious he was. “That’s what gets you off? Being watched by my men? Maybe I should bring a few in here so you can give them a real show.”

“…No.” You whined, brows furrowed as you frowned.

“No? But you seemed to enjoy it just now… After all, you fucking came from it.” You let out a choked sob at the venom in his voice.

“I’m sorry, sir.” You whimpered.

“What am I gonna do with you, huh? Clearly training doesn't work.”

“Please— I’m sorry. It was an accident.”

“Maybe I should just lock up your cunt until you can learn to follow orders.” He gave a harsh slap to your clit and you cried out as tears welled in your eyes.

“No! No— please. Please don’t, master,”

“Oh it’s master now?” He chuckled, making your face heat up.

“Y-yes. You’re my master, my owner. And I’m your whore, sir.” You whimpered.

“That’s fuckin right. But what does it say about me if I allow my bitch to disobey me?”

“I’m sorry, sir. Please punish me, hurt me— anything but locking me up.” You begged pathetically. He seemed to think about it for a moment before getting an idea.

“I’ll let you choose your punishment. You can either be locked up for however long I see fit, or I can fuck your ass right now, without any prep or lube.” You whined and looked away from him.

“Sir…”

“You have three seconds, then I’m choosing for you.” He warned. You know how painful anal can be, even with some prep and lube, so you can’t even imagine what it would feel like with nothing.

“The first one.” You said quietly, feeling like you were about to cry at the thought of what you just asked for.

“Chastity belt it is then. I’ll have someone get one tonight. For now though,” he let your legs drape over his hips as he lined his cock back up with your hole, “I might as well come in this fuck hole one last time.” He pushed in and immediately started bucking his hips, making you choke on a moan at the suddenness. “I hope it was worth it. That was the last orgasm you’ll have for a while.” You whined and squeezed your eyes shut— it wasn’t worth it. But he knew that.

“I’m sorry, sir.”

“Fucking save it. Just shut up and let me use my defective fleshlight to get myself off.” A strangled moan escaped you at the blatant objectification and humiliation of you. You bit your lip to muffle as much sound as you could, trying to be good for him.

You could tell he was close though which was making it harder. His hips snapped into your abused hole relentlessly and he was letting out quiet grunts and moans as his eyes trailed over your body.

“Can’t believe I fuckin’ keep you around.” He muttered, making you frown. “A sex doll would do a better job than you.” You wanted to apologize and beg and plead, but you weren’t sure if you were allowed to talk. So you stared up at him with furrowed brows, your bottom lip trembling as the tears finally started to fall. “Don’t fucking cry about it, we both know it’s true.” He spat, making you whine pathetically.

“I don’t ask for much, do I? I just want a warm hole to fuck and pretty, obedient little bitch to use however I want. I give you a bed, a collar, three meals a day, my cock, all of those silly books, but you can’t do just that in return?”

“Permission to speak, sir?” You said quietly, your voice barely audible over the loud smacking of skin as he fucked you.

“Since you asked so nicely.”

“I- I’m sorry for making you unhappy. I appreciate everything that you do for me and I want to return the favor however you wish… ‘m gonna be better, sir. Promise.” It was hard to get the words out with the intensity of his thrusts but you did a decent enough job for him to understand at least.

“However I wish?”

“Yes, master.”

“Let’s start by making me come then, hm?” You nodded eagerly, excited for him to finally fill you up. He grabbed your hips and lifted you off the bed a few inches to start snapping into you at a brutal pace.

“You’re my fuckin’ whore, you understand?” He growled, breathing growing heavier. “My men don’t make you come— I do. So fucking act like it.”

“I only come for you. N-no one else.” You whimpered, fisting the sheets to try and ground yourself.. “I only serve you, ‘m your whore. No one else’s.” You agreed, nodding desperately.

His low grunts and moans got louder until he was forcing his cock deep inside you and holding you there as his cock started twitching, spurring ropes of come against your walls. He cursed under his breath as his hips occasionally bucked forward, trying to bury his length impossibly deeper even though the pressure on your cervix was almost becoming painful.

“Who’s whore are you?” He asked through a breath, chest lightly heaving as he panted.

“Yours.” You were equally breathless. He leaned over you and grabbed your cheeks in one hand, making you let out a startled whimper.

“Say my fuckin’ name! Who’s whore are you?” He all but yelled, scaring you a little.

“The Arkham Knight’s! I’m the Arkham Knight's whore.” You rushed out and he studied your face for a moment, making you stomach twist with nerves.

“That’s right. And unless you want to be replaced, you better start acting like it.” He leaned back up and slowly pulled out, then spread your folds for a better view of his come dripping from your hole. “It’s a shame such a good cunt is going to waste.” You blushed and frowned in response.

“I’m sorry, sir.” You said quietly.

“I know.” He suddenly got up and retrieved some rope then reached for your wrists. You held them out to him as he tied them together, then to the headboard. “Since I can’t trust you to not come without permission, you’ll stay tied up until I come back with the chastity belt.” You whined and squirmed, pulling on the knots to test their strength, but they were unmoving. “I’ll see you in a few hours.”

“Hours?” You whimpered as he stood up. Your cunt was still aching and he was going to leave you like this for hours? Instead of responding, he grabbed his helmet and walked out. You let out a heavy breath and did your best to not think about anything that would get you even more worked up, but it was useless. You couldn’t help but think about what he was doing right now and what that would mean for you in the very near future.

Sorry I lowkey don’t know how to end this lmao

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finzphoenix · 6 days

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Finally build up the courage to try my hand at a more shaped individuall, and I guess I'm somwhat happy with it?

He still lacks that mennace I wanted him to excude, but oh well, we're getting there :'>

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llmsos · 6 days

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I have no guilt about my genesis.

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lambsouvlaki · 2 months

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Shelter from the Storm - Relief

Characters: AK!Jason Todd x fem!oc

Rating and warnings: E, hand job (f!receiving), orgasm delay, soft dom!Jason.

Word Count: 250

Summary: Jason is a terrible tease.

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“Maybe you’d like to stop?” Jason drawled.

She shook her head. Damp hair stuck to her forehead. He brushed it back.

“I’m going to break you,” he promised into her ear.

“Go on then,” she panted.

Her legs trembled and threatened to close. He pulled them up over his thighs. She gripped his wrist and thigh tightly. Her chest heaved with every breath. He pulled back, again. She keened at the loss.

Still, she didn’t ask for relief.

He nuzzled into her cheek, amazed at her endurance. Just how far could she go? He fed off of her soaring pleasure and denial both.

“You won’t outlast me,” he whispered. “I’m a patient man.”

Hungry, needy eyes looked up at him from a body utterly empty of resistance. Tears trailed freely down her cheeks. Her voice had turned raspy and weak. He flicked a thumb over a neglected nipple, and she cried out.

He brought her to the precipice again. He had worked out how to hold her there, denying her rest time.

Her hand fluttered over his hand. Her eyes closed.

“Please,” she whispered. It was a broken sob.

He wrapped a hand lightly around her throat and rubbed his thumb gently over a tendon.

“What was that?”

“Please, Jason, let me come.”

“Beautiful,” he sighed.

#jason todd #red hood #akjason #dc #jason todd x reader #jason todd x fem!reader #my fanfic #jason todd x oc #red hood x oc #jason todd smut #the arkham knight

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lacquerheadd · 10 days

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#batman #jason todd #red hood #arkham knight #wip #dc #got dc on the brain #sketch #the red hood #he should be buffer but anatomy is difficult okay #the arkham knight #art #digital art #ref from rowan bennetti #detective comics

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theodorecanaryhood · 7 months

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Don’t touch my Husband: An Arkham Knight headcanon

Arkham Knight Jason x Male reader

Jason Todd, the Arkham Knight, your Husband

He is tough, stern faced and heartless to everyone

Broke a guys arm for giving him attitude once

However, when he’s alone with you, he so loving, gentle

Romance is a big thing for Jason, he likes to show his love in various ways

Course, he’ll never admit to his Militia that he is soft

The Arkham Knight barks his orders to the team, does not look like he is ready to show a good side

Yet, turns to you and gently caresses your cheek

The Militia know best not to even attempt to get on your nerves, or even in the slightest attempt to mock or make fun of you

Jason would be on them in seconds

They don’t see you as their leader, but they respect you

The Militia allow you to do as you wish, having no need to judge you

Ever since, one time a new member joined, lasted 2 days

He got really sick with you, called you all the homophobic slurs you could think of

Him, of course, not realising his new boss was your husband - that guy nearly died

Another time, a Militia member touched you, in a way only Jason is allowed - he too, nearly died

Of course, Militia are allowed to speak to you, and touch you in friendly ways once permitted

Jason holds your hand every chance he gets

Shows you new additions to his suit

When the incident took place, Jason ordered you to be taken to a safe place

Jason would rather die again than let anything happen to you

‘Is my husband safe?’ Jason asks in his full Arkham Knight attire while looking down on his men

Once given confirmation you were safe, Jason was happy to continue as normal

There was never a doubt that you would support Jason no matter what, after all you married him out of love and nothing else

Jason revealed his identity to Batman and let Bruce eventually persuade him to let go of the anger and pain

Going back to the good side, kind of, Jason saves Batman

Once Jason is reunited with you after, he tells you the outcome of his plan

‘I failed’ Jason cried as you reached out and touched his face, rubbing your thumb over his ‘J’ scar

‘No you didn’t, you won, you don’t know it yet. But you won’ was all you said

You and Jason took a break from the team and went on holiday, a well needed break

Just the two of you

Jason may not be the Arkham Knight anymore, but he will always be your Knight

#red hood #gotham #red hood fanfiction #red hood x reader #red hood x you #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd #jason todd gay #jason todd x male reader #red hood x male reader #the arkham knight #arkham knight x male reader

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satsuna10 · 6 months

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Art req's

#dc comics #fanart #jason todd #red hood #robin #damian wayne #ghostmaker #the arkham knight

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drpumpkinsart · 3 months

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hi umm umm i slipped

#art #the arkham knight #arkham knight #batman #dc #batman: arkham knight #drawing #fanart #my art #my artwork #artists on tumblr #drpumpkins #drpumpkins art

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marshmallow---pillow · 2 days

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I'll Knit My Flesh Into Yours To Patch Up Your Wounds (Excerpt from Blue)

Word count: ~100

Warnings: Nudity, Scars, Implied/Referenced Torture, Suicide ideation, Implied/Referenced Non-consensual Body Modification Summary: Renegade! Dick rescues Jason Todd from Arkham Asylum

He hears footsteps heading towards his cell. Towards him. To hurt him again. When he's just been allowed rest. He's going to be hurt again, they're going to peel away what's left of his skin. And then pour acid over it. His right leg throbs with fiery agony from where the Joker splashed acid over it. To make him a piece of art, he's his master's canvas. But that doesn't make sense because he hasn't felt anything there for days because he's sure the acid burned his sensory receptors beyond use and- he's retching, throwing up bile over himself.

There's a hand on his face. On his chin, lifting it, he feels the skin stick with congealed blood. And suddenly he loses all fight. He's too tired to do anything but flinch. Let it end, he thinks with a finality that he's been lacking for the last few days. Let it end, please. A quick snap. He probably won't even feel it. Please. They let go.

He's never that lucky.

#jason todd #arkham knight #arkhamverse #batman #dc #red hood #the arkham knight #dick grayson #Renegade #Renegade! Dick Grayson #slade wilson #deathstroke #Wounds AU

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theredhood-jasontodd · 15 days

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Jason: Hello, nice to meet you. This is my ex-girlfriend, Y/N.

Y/N: You have to got to stop introducing me like that

Y/N: I’m his wife

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slut4thebroken · 8 months

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I just have to know, with your Jason Todd, how would he be at eating 😺? Messy, rough, sensual?

Which Jason Todd tho 🤨

Cause The Assignment/pt 2 Jay would be absolutely fucking animalistic with it. He’s also not really doing it for your pleasure, it’s more for his, so even after he makes you come more times than you can count, he won’t stop until he’s satisfied, no matter how much you beg and cry.

But Urges Jay… well the first time he eats you out, it’s kind of the same. He’s never tasted you before and the second he licks a stripe up your slit, he just can’t control himself. He needs more of your arousal, more moans, more you. He doesn’t care that he’s almost suffocating with the way you hold his face against your cunt— he might be afraid of dying again, but the idea doesn’t seem too bad if this is the way he goes out. Once he tastes your pussy on a regular basis, he calms down a little. He can still smell your cunt from across the room whenever you get a little hot and bothered— thank you Lazarus pit— and that always makes him super eager, but he tries to be more sensual and loving about it, rather than carnal and intemperate.

sex pollen Jay however, loves to tease you. He’ll eat you out nice and slow, savoring the taste of your arousal and the pretty sounds you make. When you pull on his hair and let out a needy whine, he just chuckles against your cunt and continues the same leisurely pace. He will eat you out for hours before letting you come, it doesn’t matter how pussy drunk he gets.

With The Arkham Knight Jay, it depends. Before.. all that… he would hold your hand, tease you, but still give you what you want eventually. When you both started exploring more kinks, the teasing got even worse and he’d eat your pussy for hours to practice edging with you. But after? To put it simply, my man is EAGER. But he’s also a little hedonistic so he’ll fuck your face while he eats you out— the first time you did that position, he tried to let you take control, but learned very quickly that you can’t focus on anything when his mouth is on your cunt. So he has to fuck your face if he wants any kind of constant stimulation, which you don’t seem to mind— or if he’s feeling particularly patient and in a teasing mood, he’ll let you control the pace and say that as soon as you stop, he stops. Which you do mind— that much is obvious with the way you whine and buck your hips, trying to get his mouth back on you.

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd smut #jason todd x reader smut #arkham knight smut #arkham knight x reader #the arkham knight #red hood x reader smut #red hood x reader #red hood smut #red hood

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theunavenged · 5 months

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My Arkhamverse OC, Camila Alvarez, comforting her amor after he awoke from another nightmare about his time in Arkham 💕

No clue how it took 7 years to finally commission art of her but the amazing @feykiller did a fantastic job bringing my beloved Mila to life 🥰 And AK!Jay... with his white streak... and scars... and Versace boxer briefs 🤩

#i can't stop staring at this #it's so utterly perfect 😍#i'm so in love w/both of them 💕#jason todd #my arkhamverse #for me #mine #arkham knight #the arkham knight #arkhamverse #red hood #fanart #artist: feykiller #jason todd x reader #arkham knight x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd x oc #arkham knight x oc #red hood x oc

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dalekofchaos · 3 months

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Context for each choices

Choice 1 context. Basically Owlman, but instead of Bruce dying with Thomas and Martha, this is a Thomas who lived in a boarding school and upon hearing of the death of his parents, Thomas begins to plot his revenge. When he gets his hands on Joe Chill, he realizes there is no point because Chill is a product of his environment. He embraces crime and the insanity of Arkham. He sees his brother as a threat. The way he wastes his family's fortune to fix something that cannot be fixed. So he begins the plan to slowly dismantle everything Bruce has built. Bankrupting Wayne Enterprises, flooding Gotham with a crime wave that the city has never witnessed and when Bruce sees his city in ruins, all his progress and his Batfamily in ruins, then Thomas will kill his brother and take his place as the king of Gotham

Choice 2 Context. Damian is the Arkham Knight. Talia talked about Bruce and Talia’s night in Metropolis. So you could have a tease for Damian there. But Ra’s raised Damian and indoctrinated him. This is a Damian without Bruce’s influence and was raised to believe that Bruce is responsible for his mother’s death and together Ra’s and Damian will fulfill the LOA’s destiny. Everything leading up to learning his identity is the same(though Arkham Knight uses a sword and throwing stars instead of guns) When the mask comes off, Batman is confused due to how much he looks like him. Damian explains that he is the son of Bruce Wayne and Talia Al Ghul. Damian blames him for the death of his mother and Ra’s Al Ghul. But if Ra’s is alive via the season of Infamy DLC. Work it into the story. Say Damian is working with Ra’s similar to how Hugo Strange was working with Ra’s. Damian names himself after the place his family died and now he wants his father dead. There’d be more emotional impact and would have made more sense than trying to convince viewers that Jason was Robin in this continuity.

Choice 3 context The Arkham Knight should have just been a symbolic title and ya know, ACTUALLY focus on the villains teaming up. The Gotham Rogues teaming up is the main threat. The reveal of the Arkham Knight being a re-skin of the Red Hood has been talked about to death. What hasn’t been talked about as much is the missed opportunity of having a game where Batman has to deal with the ramifications of the Joker’s death. Arkham Knight opens with Commissioner Gordon talking about how Gotham braced itself for the inevitable power struggle that never came. But what if it had? Instead of pushing some of Batman’s greatest villains into a few side-quests (that all played basically the same), the game’s story could have focused on the Bat Family as it fights to save Gotham. Players could have swapped between the best of Batman’s team as they tackle missions all over Gotham, the Asylum, and Arkham City. Areas visible in the game but not accessible. This would have allowed the story of the Arkham games to come full circle as players would have traveled back to locations previously seen and explored them with the changes made as the story for the games went on. Plus it would finally give all the members of the Bat Family a chance to spread their wings. We needed to see Scarecrow, Harley, Ivy, Penguin, Hush, Riddler and Two-Face work together as major threats and we needed to see Bruce and his family(Dick, Tim, Kate, Cassandra and Stephanie) work together to stop them and honestly that would’ve been so much better.

Choice 4 context.

Arkham Knight is Protocol 12. Hugo Strange works for Ra’s, but however, Let’s pay attention to this. From Quincy Sharp, he says “Strange came to me back at the asylum. He told me he had friends; powerful friends. The sort of people who could make things happen. All I had to do was turn a blind eye to his experiments, and work on my campaign. He said his friends would ensure that I won" In Strange’s confrontation with Batman. “ I have powerful friends, Batman. This is just the beginning.“ Now if you’ve watched Justice League Unlimited, you will know that Hugo Strange is a Departmental head of Project CADMUS. So What if In the Arkhamverse, Strange is still apart of Project CADMUS. While Ra’’s was the mastermind, the Arkham City project was planned by CADMUS as a start to take down Batman and Gotham, but a start to bring down the Justice League. The Arkham Knight would be Strange’s and CADMUS’ last fail safe to bring an end to Batman. The identity is not important. All we need to know is it is a CADMUS experiment and Strange’s last trump card against Batman. The Arkham Knight should have been it’s own character and not a copout to make him Jason Todd and there was so much lost potential.

Choice 5 context.

Jeremiah Arkham is the Arkham Knight. In Arkham Asylum, Quincy Sharp believed himself to be the Spirit of Amadeus Arkham. This could simply be Sharp being the zealous warden that he was but it could have set up something else. What if Jeremiah Arkham was the REAL reincarnation of Amadeus Arkham? He shares a similar story already, treating mentally unwell patients until it drove him insane. Instead of becoming the next Black Mask, he could have become the purifier of evil that Quincy Sharp tried to be: the Arkham Knight.

Choice 6 context

In Arkham City it is heavily teased that Joker and Harley had a baby. Before anyone comments about Harley’s revenge, that was actually unpopular with the fandom, so it could’ve been retconned. From a comment I found on the Arkham reddit. “The game begins the traditional way where you lead a character around but can’t perform any actions. You control Harley who’s in shock after Joker’s death and hasn’t spoken a work since. You control her as she’s being escorted into Blackgate staying true to the prison opening setting of all the games. Joker’s death sends shockwaves across Gotham. Soon enough, her thugs break her out and they arrive at an abandoned warehouse where Harley walks in alone, she opens a shipping container and a kidnapped nurse from Arkham City walks out and pleads with her to let her go, telling her she’s done all they’ve asked. Harley agrees that she has but says that no one can know about their child yet, she shoots the nurse and the shot wakes a baby inside the container, Harley then picks it up and sings it the lullaby we hear in the Arkham City end credits. Cut to black.

But what if it isn't just one kid? What if it's twins? Lucy Quinn and Jack Quinn.

15 years later. Harley Quinn and the Arkham Knight gathers the rogues gallery. Scarecrow, Hush, Poison Ivy, The Riddler, Two-Face and The Penguin all working together to take down the Bat and make Gotham theirs. The difference is the rogues would not be used in side missions exclusively. They would work in the story mandatory similar to how Spider-Man PS4′s villains worked in the main story and we take them down one by one.

Jack will be the Arkham Knight, while Lucy infiltrates Wayne Enterprises as Lucy White and gains the trust of Bruce Wayne and allows herself to be taken hostage because Harley knows Bruce cannot allow an "innocent" be harmed and in the climax, Lucy will show her true colors and knock out Batman. Like in the climax of Arkham Knight, Bruce is taken to Arkham Asylum where this all started. But it's Harley, Jack and Lucy. They reveal the truth. Joker and Harley's children are here to avenge their father. Tim and Cassandra come to the rescue and defeat Jack and Lucy, while Bruce knocks Harley out. Arkham Knight ends with Bruce retiring and becoming Mayor of Gotham, while Tim, Dick and Cassandra would watch over Gotham

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