Yandere! Batman Rouges Gallery x Platonic OCD! Reader PT.1
TAS Version! I have OCD and this is off of MY version and experiences with OCD. I would be most grateful if anyone had other ideas or plots (like the episode Lock-Up but with the reader.)
Reader's kind of... angry? I don't know how else to explain it.
TW//CW: Suicide (Mentions of, not anyone doing) Canon-typical violence, cursing.
Been sitting in my drafts for like months so might as well post it.
God, you couldn't believe it came to this. Honestly, why were you here anyway, it's not like you belong with the criminals. This was just so that they could try and teach the insane to be nicer, to not be criminals.
Honestly, they shouldn't have chosen you, you kind of belonged in here. The way that people would look at you when you twitched, a singular mis-fire in your brain made people think there was something wrong with you. Like you belonged with the freaks of Arkham. Well, one too many jokes about suicide and jokes of your trauma and BOOM! You've been chosen for our unpaid internship at Arkham, too bad you have to stay here you freak! God. It pisses you off to feel their stares of judgement on the streets.
To feel their pity. Batman saves you from a bridge too many times and you're involuntarily put in here.
You walked, two guards right beside you. Their shoes clacking against the tile. One of them was touching you and it made your body feel off. A misfire, and your head jerks to the right.
"Please stop touching me." They give you a stern look. Panic filters your brain. "I can walk myself. I'm a big kid." You crack a smile at the last part, makes it easier to tell when it's a joke.
They keep staring at you, you misfire, and then the second guard takes their hand off of your shoulder. Great. Now more people think you belong in here. Misfire. Misfire, this time nodding your head. Misfire. Jeezy creezy. "Sorry." You continue walking with them, but you can tell that they're staring at you. Or is iy the phenomena of Spotlight, where you delude yourself into thinking that everyone is staring at you? Nevertheless, you can feel them looking at you.
Not just the guards, but the inmates too, the other ones. The ones you belong with. Not the fucking insane criminals. They watch you, a teen, get walked- misfire -to the criminal side of the asylum. It's quiet, but there are whispers. Of course, part of you says that they're talking about you, but is it just because you're being moved to the criminals, or is it because you -misfire- look like you belong here? The other part says it's narcissistic to think they're talking about you. You reach the doors, steel, heavy steel to make sure that they don't cross over to the section you belong in, misfire, to the people that can be helped.
Hey this was me who wanted a whole fic for this scenario for the bottom line "go be pretty over there away from me" could u do it thank u
A/N: I’m writing this at like 4 am cause I can’t sleep, so if this goes down later tomorrow I'm heavily editing it rip but hey at least I get to practice writing for other rogues that pique my interest! I hope I do them justice. This is another shot of just my own generalized takes on them (albeit I've been watching BTAS again, so they may seem softer than normal rip), and still no Joker sorry not sorry and most of these ended up being fluffier than I intended oop. Special thanks to @like-rain-or-confetti for supporting my ramblings in the tags of my reblogs lol
Batman Rogues x Reader - Yes, You’re Pretty…Now GO AWAY
Edward Nygma/The Riddler:
It was ridiculous.
Absolute nonsense.
He was jotting down riddles and puzzle traps away in his journal. You were only a few feet away on the other edge of the couch. Your face glued to your computer screen.
Everything was fine…until you started laughing.
Your little giggles, and the sweet small smile that lingered after your giggle fit. The way your face’s natural glow was tinted by the blue of the screen…
Ludicrous, outrageous, unbelievable.
“Y/N…”
“Hm?”
“C-Could you perhaps take yourself…anywhere else but here?”
You scrunched up your eyebrows in confusion. “Uh…yeah I could, but I don’t want to. I want to stay here with you, Ed.”
“I…appreciate that, but it’s rather hard to focus.”
Your blinked and shook your head. What? “I’m not even talking to you, I’m only like three feet away from you!” You shot your hand up going from right to left, gesturing the distance between you and Edward.
“Yes, yes, but y-you’re distracting…”
“How?”
“You’re laughing, smiling, beaming…” Ed drifted from stern to swooning.
You couldn’t help but chuckle. You scooted closer to him on the couch, catching him off guard.
“Eddie, are you saying I’m distracting you because…I’m pretty?” You grinned.
Edward rolled his eyes. “Yes, beautiful even, so can you please go somewhere else?”
You doubled down. “I don’t know sounds like a you problem…”
“Please Y/N!”
“Okay, okay, just tell me again how beautiful I am…”
Oswald Cobblepot/The Penguin:
You were just helping Oswald out in his office. You enjoyed helping him stay organized. He may be a criminal but it was in organized crime.
Oswald was going over invoice statements and you were checking inventory for the lounge’s food and beverages. However, you were proving to be rather…distracting.
Your legs were crossed, you leaned back in the leather office chair, slightly rocking yourself. You bit the end of your pen between your teeth while your eyes intently scanned the contents of the papers in front of you.
The gentleman of crime found himself not thinking so gentleman thoughts about you. All previous work and tasks that needed to be done was slowly slipping out of his mind.
He cleared his throat. “Uh, Y/N, dove…”
“Yes, Ozzie.” You looked up at him with a sweet smile.
Oh, why’d you have to do that?!
“Uhh, do you think you can help the girls downstairs? I recall they needed some assistance with the new uniforms.”
You pursed your lips and furrowed your eyebrows. “Uh, that’s the first I heard. They seem to be getting along well with them, Oz.”
“That’s not what they told me earlier, love.”
“Oswald, I spoke to them and they said they were fine!” You insisted.
Oswald cringed, clearly not taking the bait to leave.
“Is there something else that’s wrong? Something bothering you?” You inquired.
“Ah…it’s just me, love. Well, more you than me…” He scratched the back of his neck.
“And how is it more me than you?”
“Dove, you’re far too gorgeous, you always are, but more so now, and it’s distracting me,” Oz admitted.
Your eyes widened, but you felt your throat bubble up in soft chuckles. “I’m distracting you?”
Oz gave you a lopsided smile. “It’s the truth, love…I should be checking this numbers and adding and subtracting, but all I can think of is you…”
You felt your face warm up slightly, as a soft blush rose to your cheeks. “Ever the charmer, Oswald.”
“It’s the truth, Y/N. Once I finish these papers, I’ll come get you, okay?”
“You better, Cobblepot!” You shot a finger at him, trying to act serious, but you both could tell you were only teasing him.
Oswald laughed. “The sooner you leave the sooner I can get this done!”
You were halfway at the door when you looked over your shoulder. “You owe me, Ozzie!”
Oz kept laughing, waving you off. “I’ll make it up, I promise!”
Jonathan Crane/The Scarecrow:
This wasn’t right.
It wasn’t fair.
How can he resume his plans as the Master of Fear and the Lord of Despair when you’re sitting right there.
You looked so cozy and warm. You were cuddled up in one of Jonathan’s old Gotham University hoodies and a long fleece blanker. You were reading one of your novels while he was on the other side of the room; recording certain chemical reactions, wrote down further hypothesis to test later for a new toxin.
You assured him you wouldn’t say anything or bother him, you just wanted to be near him. Jonathan figured it would kill two birds with one stone, he can get work done and you two get to be near each other.
However, you were still so enthralling and enchanting to the ex-professor. Seeing you so content in his presence. It made a warmth bloom in his heart he had never felt in a long time, he was sure he had long lost the capability to feel this warmth. This love, dare he say.
“Uhh, Jonny…” You start.
“Hm?”
“Sweetheart, you’re staring…”
Jonathan immediately shook his head and blinked, as he broke whatever spell you unconsciously put him in.
“Oh, um, I-I apologize…” Jonathan’s face slowly turned red at his cheeks and the tip of his nose.
You giggled. “It’s fine, Jonny, do you want me to read in another room?”
Jonathan really didn’t want you to go, but he didn’t see himself really getting any work done.
“I promise I’ll come join you soon, darling…but if…if you don’t mind?”
You got up from your chair, giggling, wrapping yourself in the blanket and leaving your index finger in the pages of your book to mark your spot. You bent over and gave Jonathan a kiss on the cheek.
“I don’t mind, Jonathan. Just don’t be too long, okay?”
“Y-Yes, darling…”
Jervis Tetch/The Mad Hatter:
Okay, okay, the tea party was almost ready.
Jervis was setting up his next tea party for the Batman. He had the tablecloth laid out. All the plates and tableware was set. Y/N sat in their chair looking radiant as ever…
Y/N sitting in a reclining chair smiling away at some handheld device. Jervis thinks he remembers you called it a Switch or something like that. You seemed to enjoy playing on it, and it gave you something to do while Jervis was plotting and scheming.
However, he didn’t notice until just now, just how ethereal you were. Your eyes lit up, your cute little hums of satisfaction, your giggles. Gosh, your giggles were quite infectious even for him and he is the Mad Hatter.
“Is there something wrong, Jervis?” You noticed he stopped pacing around and mumbling different ideas and tasks he had going on in his head.
“Oh, um, no nothing at all…” Jervis darted his eyes away from you and tried to resume setting the traps on the chairs surrounding the table.
There you go giggling again, gosh you were as cute as a white rabbit.
WHAP
Jervis yelped in pain as the rat trap he had placed on the table was triggered when he placed his elbow down on it.
“Oh my God, Jervis!” You jumped up and immediately helped pull back the mechanism, freeing his arm.
“Aahh, ah..” Jervis whimpered. You began softly rubbing the joint, hoping the pinching sensation will fade away.
“U-um..my dear, Y/N. N-Not that I don’t enjoy having you here with me…but perhaps it may be best if you went somewhere else while I finish up here.”
A puzzled look showed up on your face. You titled your head when you asked, “but why, Jervis, everything was going fine…did something distract you?”
“Well…yes…a certain something..someone did..”
“Someone? Oh! Aww, Jervis…” You couldn’t help the small smile that grew across your face.
“I’m afraid you’re far too enchanting for me, my dear. You’ll have to make haste elsewhere.” He shrugged nervously.
“Well, if it’ll keep you from hurting yourself, I think I can oblige you just this once.” You poked the tip of his nose.
Jervis giggled at the gesture, causing you to laugh in return.
Harvey Dent/Two-Face:
You had no reason to look that alluring.
He’s trying to plan his next trial at the kitchen table but nooo. You were sitting on the couch in the living room, wearing your new dress. You were steady scrolling on your phone, probably laughing at some cute animal videos.
Dent would absolutely kill someone if they got in the way of your smile. He wouldn’t even need to flip a coin on it.
Harvey would look down and try to focus on his list of defendants he had lined up, and some places he planned to raid. Those will probably have to happen next week, he found a quite a few rats in his gang. Plus his boys caught one of Penguin’s higher ups that could spill some hot info…
You laughed. You tried to cover it up, but failed pretty miserably. You started typing away on your phone. Your award-winning smile still plastered on your face.
Damnit…who did his boys catch?
Harvey got up and leaned against the beam that separated the kitchen from the living room.
“Hey…gorgeous…”
You immediately perked your head up. “Oh, hey Harvey, how’s work going?”
“Ah, it’s going, could be going a lot faster though…”
“Really? How so?”
“If you could maybe go to the bedroom and hang out there…” He scratched the back of his neck nervously, not sure how else to tell you to leave.
“Oh, am I annoying you?”
“No, no, far from it, doll.” He went up to you and got down on his knees. He took your hands in his and placed them on top of your knees.
“You’re just, you always look so beautiful, but today you look…particularly…well gorgeous. And it’s really hard for me to focus…”
“Harvey Dent are you accusing me of being too pretty?” You jested, teasingly shoved him in his chest.
“Afriad I am, doll. Luckily for you, I’ve already got a plea deal to offer you.”
“Even for a repeat offender like me?” You coyishly inquired, pretending to be worried about actually being charged with a crime.
“Especially for you, if you can spend some time alone in another room, and it can be anywhere, but where I am…I won’t have to charge you for distracting me.”
“What do the charges entail, Mr. Dent?” You crossed your arms.
“You don’t wanna know, doll. Just take my advice and I’ll make it worth your while.” Harvey winked.
“Hm.” You stood up, almost knocking Harvey back on his haunches. “I suppose I’ll take your advice…this time, but I’ll hold you to that offer of making it worth my while.”
Harvey laughed. “Sure thing, sweetness. Just please, I can’t be a victim to your radiance for much longer…”
I said I’d send you the drawing prompt: Twiddler but with Riddler and DA Harvey. I am spreading the “villain obsessed with flirting with the guy he kidnapped x the daily damsel in distress that’s been kidnapped by said villain” agenda
listen, this isn't very flirty, but Megamind is a really good movie and that's what i thought of, so...
by acts of service. S/O can't reach something? He makes a stool so they have less problems. Can't sleep? He reads them a book.
Two-Face
Harvey says sweet words and kisses their forehead while Harv brings them presents.
Riddler
Cuddles or touches S/O a lot more, he's like cat. Will hiss at abyone who he doesn't like but the moment he likes someone they're not allowed to take him off.
Mr. Freeze
Sweet words and support. He will make sure to lesser their trouble or get rid of them.
who do you think is the smoothest flirt between black mask, two-face, riddler, scarecrow, and penguin? i know this might depend on the version in question.
Ohhhh!! I like this one 🧐
Just hear me out; out of all of them: Black Mask.
The man has no shame so he's coming out the game swinging. In any given version he's shown to be witty with his quips.
"You're supposed to be dead, let me fix that for you."
So I can only imagine his pick up lines are smooth. He's not shy about getting in someone's space either so expect a hand on your waist, thigh, or arm around your shoulder.
Two-Face is second. Public speaking and his charisma helps make him a smooth talker, great for conversation and playful banter, he's gonna have you giggling and kicking your feet.
Riddler could be a smooth flirt because he can come up with clever lines and quips, but he's so narcissistic that it's just not going to happen or it's going to come across as him boosting his own ego. He's not going to pick up on cues, take the opportunity to put his arm on your shoulder or anything. Head full. Many thoughts. None to do with flirting.
Scarecrow would be great at flirting. He understands psychology and can pick up on things like your body language. It won't be hard at all for him to read you and base his next move off of what he observes. He takes it slow, wants the anxiety in you to build up and get your heart racing. He knows you're expecting a kiss from him, your pupils are all dilated, your breaths are shallow and your gaze keeps drifting to his lips, but he's just going to continue staring at you for a bit, silent, letting the anticipation build up as he steps closer and closer only to smile and say something like "I'd like to do this again sometime." And he'll leave. An absolute menace, but he would have your knees buckling and heart racing.
Penguin is okay at flirting. Kinda average, can come off a bit sleazy. He's straightforward, not a lot of quips or clever innuendos. You're hot and he's into and he's just gonna outright say it, no beating around the bush.