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Blog Guidelines / Rules here. BATKIDD 🦇

⬑appearance reference here

Kidd AKA Batkid AKA

Kieran D. Davis

is not his real name.

↳ 📂 GCPD Official File

📂 Arkham Asylum Medical File

🎙️ Comments from the other Rogues

Real Name: Unknown

Aliases: Batkid , Kidd , Kieran D. Davis (Suspected real name, no official document)

Birthdate: Unknown

Birthplace: (Suspected) East End, Gotham

Nationality: (Suspected) U.S.A

Citizen: (Suspected) Yes

*Subject has no known documentation, birth certificate, or passport.

Age: over 18 to early 20s

Sex: Male

Gender: Claims to be non-binary, masculine presenting; uses any pronouns

Height: 5'5"

Weight: 158lbs

Build: Slim

Eye color: D. Brown

Hair color: Black

Scars and Marks: Multiple bruises around legs and torso, cuts around arms and fingers.

Known Gang Affiliation: No

Crime(s): Assault, battery, theft; practices vigilantism

Status: Escaped from Arkham Asylum, possibly hiding out in East End.

📂 GCPD Official File

↳📂 Arkham Asylum Medical File

🎙️ Comments from the other Rogues

Diagnosis:

Schizophrenia

Seen having delusional thoughts about The Batman, and an imaginary friend known as "Robert". Frequently speaks to himself while referring to "Robert".

Highly suspected psychopathy, due to expressed psychopathic tendencies around doctors and other patients; one such case included lashing out at another patient, Victor Zsasz, after the man made fun of Davis for being rather short. The situation escalated after Davis retaliated with verbal abuse, where Zsasz would be seen getting irritated at Davis and the pair would seem as though they were preparing to fight; Davis ended up throwing the first punch, then quickly got apprehended by nurses. The two were then separated. When asked, Davis showed no remorse in punching Zsasz, even showing he took enjoyment out of it.

Davis has also shown signs of being rather childish for his suspected age of being around 19 to 21. When asked about this, Davis stated that he had no interest in growing up after what he saw it would be like in society, that it was "boring" to him.

📂 GCPD Official File

📂 Arkham Asylum Medical File

↳🎙️ Comments from the other Rogues

Joker:

[TAPE STARTS]

↳ " The kid is clearly off his rocker! (Laughter) He claims he's Batman's number one fan when clearly that title goes to me!

At first I thought he was another one of the Bat's little birdies flying off his cape but as it turns out, (gasp), The Batman himself had no idea who this kid was! Talk about an irresponsible father~ (Maniacal laughter)

But seriously, that kid is nowhere NEAR the level of number one fan of Batman than I am! And if he so much as thinks he can come close to me? Well, he's got another thing coming' to him.

(Even more maniacal laughter)

" [TAPE ENDS]

Harley Quinn (POST JOKER BREAKUP):

[TAPE STARTS]

↳ " Honestly? The kid ain't THAT bad, I mean sure he's got a few screws loose but come on, who doesn't? I think Bats gives him too much of a hard time, the kid's just tryin' his best to be like his idol! Even though, well, the kid is pretty obsessed with him... ah, well, ain't everyone a lil' into Batman though? (Chuckles) But I digress. The kid's helped me out, helped out the Batman and his lil crew too on some occasions, so I think he deserves more credit!

" [TAPE ENDS]

Catwoman:

[TAPE STARTS]

↳ " I'm pretty sure everyone who's talked about this kid has mentioned his obsession with Batman... it's pretty off putting, but he's not all bad. Even though, he is pretty crazy. That aside, his heart's in the right place, I'm sure. Growing up in Gotham must've been hard for him, especially since I hear his parents walked out on him when he was like what, 11? I heard he doesn't remember anything before that age... poor kid. Hope the others aren't too hard on him, but he seems to know how to take care of himself, so I'm not too worried.

" [TAPE ENDS]

Two-Face:

[TAPE STARTS]

↳ " THAT annoying kid who dresses in a shitty bat costume?! We've seen him around, but he doesn't come to our turf much... must be too scared! Though it pisses us off the way he'd try to steal from us. He's just another annoying fly that I would love to swat out.

" [TAPE ENDS]

Riddler:

[TAPE STARTS]

↳ " Hmph. That child claims to want to be Batman? What a joke. He doesn't seem like the bright type, he'd shatter in an instant trying to solve my riddles. His obsession with the Bat won't amount to anything, mark my words.

" [TAPE ENDS]

Scarecrow:

[TAPE STARTS]

↳ " Our paths have crossed, unfortunately. I find this child to be an annoyance, but surprisingly skilled, as much as I hate to admit. Somehow, under all of that juvenile delinquency, fear doesn't seem to grasp him as hard as it does others. Though, I know he has fears-- perhaps he's too ignorant to acknowledge them. I find him to be a fascinating patient to test on, his irritating personality aside.

" [TAPE ENDS]

Penguin:

[TAPE STARTS]

↳ " THAT bloody lunatic had the audacity to steal from ME! Here I thought he was just some fanboy of the Bat, but I suppose he's more foolish than I first thought. Nobody steals from The Penguin without getting away from it, and especially not some kid!

" [TAPE ENDS]

Poison Ivy:

[TAPE STARTS]

↳ " Hm, I expected this child to be more reckless. Surprisingly, he hasn't really went out of his way to harm any plants, but it's not like he particularly cares about them either.. aside from the pretty ones he would stumble upon. I've heard his voice through the vines and moss that grow throughout the streets, and there's something sad about him that I can't really place... that, or I'm thinking about it too much. He can be a nuisance to the others all he likes, as long as he doesn't stomp on my plants, we're in neutral standing.

" [TAPE ENDS]

≪ INTERVIEW LIST MAY UPDATE ≫

※ characters are not obligated to follow this previous set of impressions, these are just headcanons !

#★ BATKIDD ; INFO #BATMAN OC #BATMAN RP #DC RP #≪ content is to be updated!

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bratano · 3 years

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The Only Ones - Jonathan Crane X Fem!Reader

Author’s Note: This X Reader is very loosely inspired by “Demons Sing Love Songs” by Unwound, so give it a listen! It’s pretty depressing, but I think it’s accurate to how Crane would view love/falling in love with someone. I’ll save the song analysis for a music journal lol, but it’s a gorgeous song! Scarecrow is my all-time favorite character and I really love the idea of him having to deal with a college intern, so perhaps I’ll do more with this trope. I hope you enjoy it, I plan on writing about him a lot more in the future. Also I know nothing about how asylums work so sorry if this isn’t accurate lol

Word Count: 1990

CW: Slight yandere, creepy Zsasz, ownership concept? Idk, swearing lol, gets a bit NSFW at the end but nothing crazy

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Working as an intern at Arkham Asylum truly felt like a dream come true. You were working with such fascinating patients, seeing the inner workings of being a psychologist, and you had the pleasure of working with one of the best psychologists in Gotham. Dr. Jonathan Crane was somewhat of an idol for you. You had read his thesis that got him a doctorate what seemed like a million times, and had even gone to Gotham City University to study under the same masters he had learned from.

Now you were in the same doctorate program he was in when he was 21, however you were at the less impressive age of 25. But you were hoping to get to continue some of the work he had done at the university as far as the study of fear and its effect on the human psyche, and you were thrilled to work with him.

He certainly wasn’t an easy boss. You often found yourself doing meaningless paperwork or organizing his very messy files of all of his patients, and he hardly ever spoke to you. But even doing such menial tasks it felt like a dream had come true. It also helped that he was extremely attractive for being in his mid-thirties. His slicked back black hair and piercing, stormy blue eyes often caught your gaze. Part of you was terrified he would notice the way you would try to catch glimpses at him at work, with his brow furrowed and his hand often finding its way to his chin. But another part of you practically begged for him to just notice you.

Little did you know, he had. He certainly didn’t mind it either. The way your eyes studied him at his desk when you were supposed to be collecting files was often the highlights of his day. He couldn’t help but daydream about all the things going on inside your head. You were always so pure to him, you hadn’t been corrupted like he had by greed and fear. Part of him was jealous, but the other part wanted to keep you as safe as possible. He knew he was the only one who could truly protect you from the fear and evil in this world. Especially with the line of work you were going in.

One afternoon while you were organizing papers, Dr. Crane opened his office door and stood in front of your desk.

“Miss Y/L/N?” He questioned.

You felt your heart leap a bit in your chest. Something about his tone seemed to ask for more than his typical coffee or errand. “Yes, Dr. Crane?”

“I’m doing an evaluation on Victor Zsasz today, would you care to join me?”

You shuddered at the name. You knew what Victor Zsasz was in for. He had killed hundreds of people, even some children, and you knew his favorite prey fit your description perfectly. Young, attractive women were the majority of his victims. Part of you felt like Crane was doing this on purpose. Maybe he was testing to see if you were truly cut out for such an intense field. I mean, you would be dealing with people like Zsasz everyday if you got your degree.

You collected yourself and looked up to smile at him. “Yes, of course. I’ll find his files for you.”

He waited by your desk, studying you as you looked through the pile of paperwork covering your desk. The way your delicate hands flipped through each paper, your teeth finding their way gently into your bottom lip. You felt his eyes begin to wander to your back, now looking at your pencil skirt that sculpted your gorgeous body. You gave a slight hum at the knowledge that he was observing you. God, it felt good to be unabashedly noticed by him.

Eventually you found all the paperwork you needed any you walked in polite silence to the opposite side of the Asylum to one of the evaluation rooms. He sat down behind the desk and gestured for you to sit beside him, in a chair a bit uncomfortably close to him. You politely sat down, your knees gently touching from the compactness behind the desk. You couldn’t help but turn a little red at the contact, avoiding his gaze and flipping through the file in your now shaky hands. He noticed your now red cheeks and smirked a bit to himself. He couldn’t help but relish in the fact that part of you was excited by him, owned by him. You were his sweet intern, his little plaything and he knew at any moment if he really wanted to, he could have his way with you.

His somewhat sinister train of thought was stopped by the presence of Victor Zsasz and a team of security entering the room. Dr. Crane welcomed him as he sat down across from the desk. You involuntarily stiffened at his presence, noticing the many scars covering his arms and neck. He was so much more frightening in person, the evil of his deeds seemed to fog around him. All of those people he killed just for the sake of killing.

Dr. Crane sensed your fear, and silently thanked himself for bringing you along. He still hadn’t seen you in your most vulnerable, beautiful state, which to him was experiencing fear. Definitely a clinger, he thought as you scooted closer to him, unconsciously looking to him for protection.

“Mr. Zsasz, I’m happy to see you haven’t escaped again.” He said, slightly smiling.

Zsasz looked up and grinned, his black eyes staring right at you. “And I’m happy you brought me a toy to play with.”

You grimaced at the thought of Zsasz being near you, let alone touching you. Or worse, carving you with one of his knives.

“Control yourself, Mr. Zsasz. This is my intern, she will be helping me with your evaluation today.” Crane patted your shoulder gently, giving it a light squeeze of reassurance. You looked at him and his eyes had a hint of gentleness behind them. A quiet reminder that he was there with you, and there was nothing to worry about even in a room with someone as violent as Zsasz.

You looked away and cleared your throat, opening the file and arranging the documents for Crane to see easily. He grabbed the list of his medications and mulled over it for a second.

“Your dosages seem to be in order. Would you say your violent urges have lessened or worsened?” He said, clicking a pen ready to write his response.

“Well they were practically nonexistent until I saw your pretty little assistant. Now I’m thinking I need her doe eyes on my wall.” He spat, cackling.

You cowered a bit at his words. Unable to stop yourself from imagining his fingers in your eyes. You averted your gazed and looked down at the floor, trying to keep yourself from showing a reaction, knowing that’s what he wanted.

Crane looked at him, fire consuming his oceanic eyes. You had never seen him get angry like that before, usually it was just his typical annoyance. But something about his gaze seemed murderous. You were frightened of him for a moment, thankful this anger was towards Zsasz and not you. The disgust of Zsasz’s comment seemed to hang in the room for hours, his eyes hungrily looking you up and down as his tongue slithered over his lips.

It took everything in Crane’s power to not reach into his suitcase and gas him then and there. Who did he think he was talking to you that way? You were his, not for the enjoyment of anyone else’s. Especially not for such a violent, uncivilized man like Zsasz. He could never treat you the real way you deserved to be treated. Only he could do that.

Crane slid his glasses off, placing them on the table in front of him gently. His eyes stared directly into Zsasz, who’s once cocky demeanor was now shrinking by the second. “Mr. Zsasz, I would suggest you control your behavior or perhaps we will have to have a follow up appointment in my lab. And we wouldn’t want that, would we?” He whispered coldly. Zsasz looked down, his violent tendencies doused by this threat. “That’s what I thought. Now, apologize.”

“But I-”

“Apologize.”

Zsasz looked up at you, his once shark-like eyes now softened into a puppy’s stare. “I’m sorry, Ma’am.”

Crane looked at you for approval and all you could do was gently nod out of shock. How did he wrap such an uncontrollable evil around his finger like that? What could possibly be in that lab?

“Good. Thank you. Perhaps we should finish this evaluation another day. Put this animal back in his cell, please.”

The security guards stood Zsasz up and walked him out of the room. He seemed shrunken in comparison to the man that had walked in that day. You felt a wave of relief as the door closed, leaving just you and Dr. Crane alone in the room. He turned to you, leaning in to put his hand on your cheek.

“I’m sorry about his behavior, Miss Y/L/N. Some of these patients… Well, you get the picture.”

You felt your cheeks burn, his hand bringing a cool sensation to your right side. “Thank you. But it’s why I’m here, Dr. Crane. It’s what I’m passionate about. And no way am I letting Victor Zsasz ruin that for me. Fear is just… commonplace here. I’ll have to get used to it.”

He smiled at your response. Sometimes he thought about telling you about his experiments, because he just knew you would say something adorably poetic back to him. A total sense of understanding seemed to constantly gush from you. You were always so gentle with your words, which felt so foreign to him. You were so vulnerable, so fresh.

He slowly removed his hand from your cheek, and you both stared into each other’s eyes for a second. You absorbed every part of him. His freckles, the gentle arch of his eyebrows, the fullness of his lips. His eyes seemed to devour you, reading into your every breath, saying words that you could never speak. He was reading the desire all over your body, your mind. He knew the safety you felt around him was uncommon to you, and he felt pride knowing he could make you feel that way. He moved closer to you, gently pulling you towards him. He stopped right before your mouths came together, both of you breathing slightly heavily at the intensity. It felt as though fire was buzzing around you, the crackling of flames replacing the sound of the harsh fluorescent lighting above you.

You tried to reach for his lips but he pulled away, smirking as you looked at him with pleading in your eyes. He moved back to your previous closeness and slowly placed a peck on your parted lips. The peck turned into an ocean of movement between your lips, which were now moving against each other like waves mingling against a shore. He pulled away and placed his forehead against yours. His expensive cologne intoxicating you, a soft beg threatening to escape your lips at the sudden release.

“You don’t have to get used to it… I’ll keep you safe… I promise…” He whispered huskily, opening his eyes to look at you.

A smile appeared on your lips. He was suddenly so vulnerable, so pleading to keep you safe. You knew what he wanted you to say. He wanted you to fall into his arms like a helpless victim, allowing him to keep you in his little box. A sliver of you wanted to, but your stubbornness took over. You were a person, and if he thought he could melt you that easily he had another thing coming.

“You won’t always be around to protect me, Doctor.”

You pulled away, smirking at his dumbfounded expression. He quickly straightened himself up, putting his glasses back on and clearing his throat.

“You’re right, Miss Y/L/N. But that won’t stop me from trying.”

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