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just-an-enby-lemon · 11 months

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Cluemaster: Hey, bro, I know I never call...

Kiteman: You did drunk call me that one time.

Cluemaster: I already said I was sorry for spreading around that you were in love with your kite and calling you to brag about it. As you said I was hella drunk and angry your weird ass podcast somehow now has the same level of fans as my old gameshow. Who the fuck cares that much about kites? Or C list vilany?

Kiteman: Did you just call to remind me why I hate you?

Cluemaster: Of course not, Chucky boy, your my favorite lil bro.

Kiteman: Arthur... I'm your only brother.

Cluemaster: Yeah? You're still my favorite.

Kiteman: Okay. Fine. What do you want?

Cluemaster: You're good with kids right?

Kiteman: Oh do you want me to babysit little Steph? I haven't see her since she was a baby! That'll be soo much fun!

Cluemaster: Oh, no, no. She is too old for a babysitter. I kindda called 'cause I need your advice.

Kiteman: Sure. Go on.

Cluemaster: How would you stop a prank war between your teen daugther and your bussiness partner that happens to be living at your house?

Kiteman: Woah. Define prank war?

Cluemaster: Like they just being annoying with each other... like non-stop Shrek music and painting one of her walls green?

Kiteman: Are you working with a child, Artie?

Cluemaster: No. Childrem are not really good at puzzle robberies.

Kiteman: So who the hell is in a prank war with your fourteen year old daugther? Is it that Polka Dot weirdo?

Cluemaster: ... Riddler.

Kiteman: Be honest, Arthur.

Cluemaster: I am!

Kiteman: Why the fuck would he work with you? Didn't he like was brought on to one of your trials and tried to sue you for being a copycat?

Cluemaster: No idea. I don't really remember all my trials.

Kiteman: Fair. Still isn't he like an actual treat? Like Batman actually tries to be always involved in his crimes instead of just sending a Robin or a cop kindda treat? Or hangs out with Cooblepot and Harley Quinn and fucking Catwoman and even Scarecrow and Joker kindda treat?

Cluemaster: Yes, so what?

Kiteman: He is waaay above your league. How the fuck do you got him to work with you?

Cluemaster: He is working for me because he recognizes my genius.

Kiteman: *sarcasm* Yeah, sure. At least it explains why I've been hearing that your plans don't totally suck anymore.

Cluemaster: Will you help me or not?

Kiteman: Anything for little Steph. But seriusly bro, the guy is a mentally instable killer, he is real Arkham loonie, A-lister and all this shit are you sure is safe to have him living with you? Specially if he and Stephanie are fighting!? She is just a kid! What if this prank war thing escalates and next thing she is in saw type death trap or something?

Cluemaster: Well than help me not to! I can't just kick him out, do you know how much I've been proffiting later?

Kiteman: And also he is an instable killer that used to hate you and wouldn't react well to being kicked out?

Cluemaster: Yeah, this too. Look I think you're overestimating the guy. He is smart and all and he can take a punch but I could take him out real easy in a one on one. He screamed like a little girl when he found a roach in the kitchem. I think I'll be fine.

Kiteman: Sure, you do you.... Maybe.... you could just.... help them find something they have in common? A TV show they like or something. It used yo work with us. They will bond over the thing and forget they hate each other for a bit.

Cluemaster: See was it that hard to help me?

*Chuck hangs up*

[Three months later]

Cluemaster: Chuck! I need help!

Kiteman: Can you call in another time? I'm bowlling with the guys, Calendar Man and Condiment King cannot win a second time, one weird rap about their love conquering all was ENOUGHT.

Cluemaster: Is about the whole prank war between Nygma and Stephanie thing.

Kiteman: Oh. So I guess my advice didn't work.

Cluemaster: No, no, it did. It worked way to well actually.

Kiteman: *worried* That sounds bad.

Cluemaster: Yeah... it happened that the thing they had in common was that they really hate me.

#this might be the start of a brown family au #because i have a lot of feelings about them #for me kiteman is actually a pretty chill down to earth guy besides the whole kite crimes thing #and instead of the tragic backstory were his kid died in the dumbest riddler plan ever #he just always wanted to have a family but he is too akward and has some nd coding and didn't had the chance yet #so he wants to bond with steph because she is his niece and all #but he and arthur don't have a good or stable relationship and he haven't been there for steph and she doesn't even know about him #so he is just afraid of talking to her #he and arthur started fighting because their parents divorced when they were 13/15 and they stayed with different parents #also while i preffer charlie a lot Cluemaster is a B Lister here while Kiteman is a C/D Lister #Kiteman is friends with all Gotham C-listers with the exception of Polka Dot Man because they just don't hang in the same places #they have some misinformation about each other and think the other is a freak but they would be pals if they meet #cluemaster hangs with b listers and non gothamite c listers #chuck actually got relieved after the last bit cause he imagine grooming or steph becaming a killer or smt real bad #he actually likes Riddler a bit after that because sibbling rivalry and because he is starting to realize Arthur is a shitty dad #Eddie did try to sue Arthur in Arthur's first trial #he was called to testimony why Arthur shouldn't go to Arkham and it was when he discovered that you can't copyright a criminal mo #it was also his first time on trial cause some rogues are considered unfit to stand trial and he is one of them #riddler #edward nygma #stephanie brown #arthur brown #cluemaster #kiteman #chuck brown #cheatday is @sillymanwithocs ship I'm just borowing it

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peaches-creek · 4 months

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It had been years since he had last seen you, his girl. You weren’t his girl, but you were his girl. He had only been Jason again for maybe a year or so, leaving the Arkham Knight in the past, and bringing the Red Hood into the light. He was still brining himself back, still having days where he feels nothing but rage. Days where he feels disgust, sadness, trauma. He has to be able to feel those things before he is able to love anyone else, not that he wants anyone else, you are it for him. You loved him for the little Jason that would show up on your doorstep with bruised and scraped knees, a belly needing to be filled. Instead of telling him to find help elsewhere, that you can’t let him in because your father would absolutely flip, you quietly let him in.

As he sits on your little twin bed, he takes in your room and pays attention to the small things. The pretty little pink flowers on your sheets, the Justin Bieber poster beside your desk. He scoffs at that. He notices the little finger paintings your younger sister made you, the well loved stuffed animals, and the little tea cup set you had at your play table. The last thing he payed attention to, while you gathered as many band-aids aid alcohol pads as your little 9 year old hands could hold, was all the knitted scarves and hats you had around your room. One was pink, another blue with a white rim, many rainbow colored ones, but the one that looked the warmest, was the red one. It had a white Pom-pom on top with little red laces on the bottom to tie it tight around your squishy little face. He imagined you in it, with your puffy cheeks. You scurry back into the room.

“Okay so these kinda sting,’’ you say ripping open an alcohol wipe, “I can hold your hand if you want.” You were half teasing. You did want to hold his hand but you knew he was like a scared rabbit, if you moved too fast he would scamper back into the darkness.

“I think I will manage, barely.” he smirks. He wanted to hold your hand too.

You payed attention to him as well. You payed attention to how his knees weren’t just bruised, but scarred. How his teeth were only a bit crooked. His hair was curly in the most perfect way, with a little curl falling right in front of his face. His freckles and blue eyes. You loved everything about him. You also noticed those pretty little blue eyes looking at your red hat.

“My nana makes those y’know,” you chirp, “she can make you one if you want.”

“I’m all set.” He says, looking away.

“Alright. Well guess what happened the other day! I went to the store and I found…” You rambled on, getting back to doctoring his knees.

He spent the remaining time of the night listening to insignificant stories about your little life. About the silly man you saw wearing a bright yellow suit and pink polka dot shoes. About the stray cat with one eye. He started looking at you again, looking at your funny little bed head, cowlick sticking straight up. Your blue striped pajama set. Bunny slippers. Everything about you was cute, you were only a year or so younger than him.

You met him at the Gotham Public library. You were both looking for books on mythology, he was looking for Greek while you were looking for Norse, different but alike, just like the pair of you. Ever since then, you were always around one another. He walked you home from school, made sure you got into your apartment okay. He would go to the park with you, push you on the swings. He even read you stories when you were sick and your mother let him in to see you. I mean, how could you deny him, he looked like a kicked puppy when he found out you couldn’t play.

You weren’t like the other city kids, you were kind. That’s why he liked you so much. All the obstacles you overcame, and you were still forgiving and patient. He envied that. Everything he went through made him angry and unforgiving. He would tell you about that, but you would just tell him that there’s two sides to every coin, and he didn’t know what the hell that meant. Sometimes you just said stuff.

You finished up with a quick kiss to his knees and exclaimed that you were all done. You turned on your heel and walked right over to the little red hat. You walked right back over to him and put in on his head.

“It’s a little too big for me, but it fits you just right!”

“I can’t take this.” He says, without taking it off.

“Yes, you can.” You quip.

“No I can’t.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Jason Peter Todd I will win the fight and you know it.” You giggle.

His response is nonverbal, just a huff. You smile.

He moves toward the window in your room, opens it and climbs onto the fire escape. He takes one last look into your lovely room and one last look at your lovely face. He waves his hand at you, beckoning you to come to him. He presses one little kiss to your cheek and quickly, but quietly he shuts the window. Then he’s gone, probably going home, leaving you with a red hot face and a goofy smile.

#jason todd #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd fluff #jason todd imagine #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd headcanon #mygirl!verse

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batmanfruitloops · 7 months

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So I noticed that with the Riddler bingo for this AU's Riddler specifically the "Arkham" space was left empty. So that leaves me wondering: what does the Bat do with all of his baddies after he apprehends them? Because as stated with Joker's backstory Arkham exists, but it seems it's not going to be used, so then where does Batman deposit all of his captured baddies at?

This is actually pretty important to a lot of plot points, so this is going to be kind of long!

Batman wants justice and dangerous things to stop plaguing Gotham, but Arkham isn't really going to help that. It kind of just makes people worse. Joker having been in there would also make Batman reluctant to send others there, because he'd be so distraught about the idea. He's been there for years. He knows the personal hell that that becomes.

There are many more circumstantial factors that lend to not sending the rogues to Arkham as well;

A big one is that Batman isn't actually able to capture a lot of them. For instance, the Riddler and Scarecrow never really get close to being caught. They're too capable and have such methods of evasion. The closest Bats has come to catching one of those two is when he and the Joker started working together. Before Eddie worked with Jo, he operated remotely from a hideout and broadcasted his crimes and riddles. Bats had already been working on finding this hideout, and he had finally located it right before the Joker joined his force. (That's all I'll say about that instance for now) But others like Ivy, Harley, and Polka Dot Man always slip away and are untraceable.

Also another little extra thing: Riddler is able to find a lot of information on bad Gothamites, especially the elite that Bats otherwise can't find anything to present fact about, so if he lets him get away, he can bring more people to him basically.

(The car they're driving is actually one I'm in the middle of designing, a souped up car Ed made just for heists that he named Elsa, after the bride of Frankenstein's monster - I know it doesn't look like a car, but I swear I tried T_T)

Bats also lets a decent amount of them get away because they aren't big enough threats. An example of this would be Music Meister. Is he a public nuisance? Yes, but is he really causing any problems? No. In this he's kind of just a silly guy who happens to be metahuman that still wants to use his natural gifts. He's pretty much a theater kid with too much power in his hands.

There is also a section of the rogue gallery whose issues are resolved before being sent to Arkham would be necessary. Clayface, Manbat, and Babydoll are some such rogues. Their roles in this au will boil down to maybe a chapter or so, depending. Their situations mostly require careful handing (and in Manbat's case being cured) to go back to living as best they possibly can. They're able to be reasoned with and get help, if that makes sense? I'm not sure that's the correct wording, but you'll see when we get there.

If the rogues have enough money, power, or influence, they themselves could get out of being sent there. This is how Penguin at least avoids ever being sent there, or charged with anything besides a warning, really.

Batman has also had the unfortunate opportunity of meeting Hugo Strange, the head doctor of Arkham Asylum, as Bruce Wayne. He got to witness firsthand just how demented and intelligent that man is and he'd rather not give Strange more victims to his madhouse.

- Sarsee

#batmanfruitloops #anewgothamau #batman #dc #batman villains #batman rogues #gotham rogues #sars babbles #answers #batmanfruitloopslore

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swaines-attempt · 4 months

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Okay. So I just reread Batman: The Dark Knight Strikes Again. And I do not have the time or patience to write a well-informed opinion on everything going on with it so instead I'm gonna talk about Arkham Asylum.

Frickin. Arkham Asylum only appears for these two panels. And it is a glorious, glorious mess.

Okay, the inmates rioted and took hostages. Sure, happens all the time. But.

They started eating people. Like, collectively. Not just some of them, the only source of food in the Asylum is hostages.

Gallons and gallons of steak sauce.

They've been at this for five years.

No one has ever done anything about it.

This is a totalitarian society that has Superman under its thumb and its just like "yeah arkham can do their thing its fine :)"

Their demands.

(I'm not touching the ones that imply SA).

Pets and entertainment centers and exotic insects. Somewhere in cannibal hell Arkham, Polka-Dot Man has a dalmatian and an xbox and is living his best life.

The only people we have confirmed to be in Arkham for this are Riddler and Solomon Grundy.

(And Plastic Man but he's stuck in egg form)

The Riddler, famous proponent of cannibalism.

Wait a fucking minute the Joker is in prison at the start of Dark Knight part one. Why the hell wasn't he in Arkham for this shitshow. The one day they decide to put Joker in the drunk tank instead of Arkham happens to be the same day this shit starts.

People escape from Arkham. That's its entire thing. Why are they still in there. There clearly hasn't been a siege keeping them in there for five years. They can leave whenever they want. They all agreed to keep this shit going.

Riddler being in cannibal hell Arkham is therefore consensual.

And finally:

Arkham Asylum, everyone.

#dc comics #batman #batman rogues #riddler #edward nygma #solomon grundy #arkham asylum #the dark knight returns #cannibalism tw #sa tw

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b0wie-st4rdust · 9 months

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Oh???? Another person with an AU and their own versions of the Rogues? Which ones you got because I want to know EVERYTHING about them.

OKAY SO I have a list of Rogues that are gonna be in my AU and the list is a bit Long, some of these character still need to be fully shaped, but Asking Question about them is probably gonna help, so feel free to ask about any of them (Also I'm trying to organise the whole thing)

Characters:

Leader of Crime Organizations and people attached to it:

The Penguin - Oswald Cobblepot

Flamingo - Edouardo Flamingo

Music Meister - Darius (Cobblepot) Chapel

Carmine "The Roman" Falcone (and his family)

Sal "The Boss" Maroni (and his family)

Black Mask

Talon and the Court of Owls

Ra's Al Ghul, Talia Al Ghul and the league of Assassin

Mother - Christian Cain

The Big Ones (Very Important to the General Plot):

Joker - ???

Harley Quinn - Harleen Quinzel

Riddler - Edward Nygma

Two Face - Harvey Dent / Harv'

Poison Ivy - Pamela Isley

The Scarecrow - Jonathan Crane

(AU OC) The Mania - Marlene McCree

(AU OC) The Mourning Dove - Bo Hawkins

Dr. Hugo Strange and Dr. Jeremiah Arkham

The Others (some Still important):

Catwoman - Selina Kyle

Magpie - Margaret Pye

(AU OC) Soda Can - Cheryl Lee (Later Cheryl Chapel Lee)

Punchline - Alexis Kaye

Jester - Duela Jones (Joker Daughter in comics)

Mad Hatter - Jervis Tetch

Victor Zsasz

(AU OC) Madame - Camilla Shelley

Jane Doe - ???

Professor Pyg - Lazlo Valentin

DollMaker+Dollhouse - Barton Mathis and Matilda Mathis

Mister Camera - Alexander Gillian

The Eraser - Leonardo Fiasco

Man-Bat - Dr. Kirk Langstrom

Killer Croc - Waylon Jones

Orca - Dr. Grace Balin

Bane - ???

Firefly - Garfield Lynns

Anarky - Lonnie Machin

Ratcatcher (s) - Otis Flanegan and Cleo Flanegan

Clayface - Basil Karlo

Calendar Girl - Paige Monroe

Roxy Rocket - Roxanne Sutton

Baby Doll - Mary Dahl

Cluemaster - Arthur Brown

Clock King - William Tockman

Calendar King - Julian Day

The Calculator - Noah Kuttler

Bookworm - A.S Scarlet

King Tut - William Yasser

Catman - Thomas Blake

Lord Death Man - Tetsuo Fujiwara

Kite Man - Charles "Chuck" Brown

Mister Bloom - ???

Solomon Grundy - Cyrus Gold

Ventriloquist - Arnold Wesker

Character that I want to add but need to do more research on them:

Professor Achilles Milo

White Rabbit - Jaina Hudson

The Carpenter - Jenna Duffy

Cornelius Stirk

Toymaker - Cosmo Krank

Crime Doctor - Bradform Thorne

D.A.V.E

The Designer - ???

Deadshot - Floyd Lawton

Doctor Phosphorus - Dr. Alexander Sartorius

Ten Eyed Man - Philip Reardon (The Spooky Version)

Spellbinder - Charles Dante

Lady Arkham - Victoria Arkham

Merrymaker - Dr. Byron Meredith

Onomatopoeia

Polka Dot Man - Abner Krill

Killer Moth - Drury Walker

(and Captain Boomerang if I am peer pressured enough)

#bowieverse batman #bowiestartalk #bowieverse oc

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rance-ed · 1 month

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Rance-Ed/Vincent's Blogs

The Scarecrew:

Jonathan Crane/The Scarecrow: @rance-ed (Para) @reviviscencegruiform

Lindsay: @whim-whams-and-jim-jams

Molly Randall: @pedigreebypedagogue

Toyman: @childishintent

Harley Quinn: @jonathancranesnudes

Earth-3:

Dove: @mustard-seed

Jester: @ivegotbellsthatjinglejangle

Kirk Langstrom: @thedraculaathome

Independent:

2004 Oswald Cobblepot: @callofthecobblepot

1992 Oswald Cobblepot: @geriatricpregnancy

RE7-8 OC Delia Cel Tradat: @redvelvetantler

Isekai Unicorn OC Lăcrămioara: @shewhoservesthecosmicworldsoul

Bubble Goldfish OC Carassi: @fishieses

Texas Chainsaw/Saw Crossover Oc/Canon Urban Renewal Group: @the-urban-renewal-group

Arkham Asylum Series Oc Merry-Andrew: @bogobozo

Mad Mod: @carnabyclockwork

Saevitsverse:

Oswald Cobblepot: @f0ulf0wl

Abner Krill/Polka-Dot Man: @ladykriller

Victor Zsasz: @tally-whacker

DC Blogs not in play yet because storyline:

Forgotten @iamremembered

Linda Friitawa @ameriscare

Nora Fries: @pleist0cene

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dark-roleplay-finder · 8 months

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🦴🕊️🩸 21yo transmasc writer seeking other 19+ writers for a canon x canon roleplay to take place over Discord. I'm only interested in writing as and with masc-presenting characters (cis, trans, nb), and while I favour dark themes, I can write comfortably in most settings.

I have a few specific fandoms I'm interested in writing for -- I'll list my preferred character in bold, and the characters I'm dead keen to write get a star next to them.

★ Nux x Max Rockatansky or Immortan Joe (Mad Max: Fury Road).

The Pyro x Anyone (Team Fortress 2).

★ Roadhog x Junkrat, Mauga or Reinhardt (Overwatch).

Clever Hans or Woody x Bigby Wolf (The Wolf Among Us).

Guillermo x Nandor or Laszlo (What We Do In The Shadows).

Abner Krill (the Polka-Dot Man) x Anyone (DC). I'd love to place Abner in more of a Gotham-like setting, maybe as a resident of Arkham so he'd be able to pair against the Riddler, the Joker, or even Batman himself.

★ Rocket Raccoon x Thor, Drax or Peter Quill (Marvel). Yeah, the raccoon fucks.

★ Betelgeuse/Beetlejuice x Charles Deetz or Adam Maitland (Beetlejuice). Would also love to try pitting Beej against a crossover character from another horror movie.

The Oni x Any Killer (Dead by Daylight.)

To put it plainly, I just love big men, gritty plots and fetish. I'm a dom-top for the most part -- but I'm not opposed to bottoming if you're worth a damn as a top. I'm a multi-para writer when it calls for it (detail and establishing scenes are fun), but I love rapid firing 1-2 paragraphs to keep the roleplay going consistently. I also love character conversations, moodboards, song sharing, etc.

My favourite themes in fiction are definitely on the side of gratuitous violence -- I love plots involving dystopia, criminal activity, slashers and serial killers. I love dubious, immoral relationships, themes of abuse and "what the fuck am I reading?" porn. Be a weird piece of shit and I'll love you forever.

If you're interested in writing with me (or just enjoyed the read), leave a like and I'll message you my Discord tag so we can chat further. Stay sick, y'all.

Like this post and the asker will reach out!

#roleplay #roleplay ad #1x1 rp #19+ rp #dead dove roleplay #cc x cc rp #team fortress 2 rp #the wolf among us rp #dc rp

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enigmatic-robin · 2 years

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Doctors Office

Day 4 of Scarecrow Week

Jonathan Crane & Harleen Quinzel, implied future Pamela Isely/ Harleen Quinzel

Words: 1626

Many, many things could be said about Dr. Jonathan Crane. He was an eccentric, some of his choices weren’t the sanest, and maybe he was a bit off-putting.

It could not be said, however, that he wasn’t very protective of those he liked. The number of which was very, very low.

He enjoyed his job- and the ability it gave him to play with the minds of patients no one would believe- at least enough to notably show distaste for those who didn’t. That was a good portion of Arkham’s staff.

Harleen had been his student first- then he’d been forced away from teaching, only to have one of his star pupils join him years later. Now able to talk as colleagues, without much of a power imbalance, they got on like a house on fire. Whether that was a good thing, however, remained to be seen.

The graveyard shift at Arkham always guaranteed to be either the most drudgingly long hours with all of the patients sleeping, or a horrible chaotic mess. No one ever really knew which it’d be, but either way many people found it more trouble than it was worth.

Harleen and Jonathan worked the night shift together often.

The night was proving to be long and horribly uninteresting to the point of driving Harleen to count every dot on a polka dot patterned mousepad, counting slowly and carefully so that it would keep her occupied longer. Jonathan was reading beside her when the door opened.

Batman’s figure loomed in the doorway, dragging something behind him purposefully. He paused for a moment before half-tossing what he’d been dragging on the ground in front of him. The Joker made a noise but showed no sign of being able to get himself up-or of being fully conscious.

“I think you misplaced something” Robin quipped beside the Bat, grinning despite his scratched up elbows and knees. Batman just nodded and put his hand on Robin’s shoulder somewhat affectionately.

Jonathan sighed, hitting the security button, as was protocol for Joker, and watched as security came and swiftly drag the clown out. Robin seemed mildly amused, before looking up at Batman.

“Did you see the kick I got in? Right in the throat, I think I knocked his diaphragm outta place.” He did a little reenactment kick, knocking over a chair in the process. Batman just looked at the chair for a moment, then at Robin, who sheepishly put it back in place.

“Right. I trust you’ll take it from here?” The Bat asked, and Jonathan nodded.

“I suppose we will”

“Have a good night then. Robin?”

“Yeah, B!” He put his hand out for a high five Batman awkwardly and stiffly met, and with that they were out the door.

Jonathan relaxed slightly after they left, turning to say something to Harley before he noticed the look on her face.

“Something got you down, Dr. Quinzel?”

“I just… hate seeing other people like that.” She muttered, looking the way Joker had gone. “I know he’s done bad things but- all battered and bruised like that, it doesn’t feel right.”

Jonathan had no such problems, but nodded in sympathy as if he understood completely.

“Unfortunately we need him immobile to be here. It’s not safe for anyone to touch him while he’s lucid. Trust me, I wouldn’t support it if it wasn’t necessary.”

He must’ve been convincing, because she sighed and nodded, leaning in slightly so he could pat her shoulder. Physical affection always calmed her down, and she was starved for it at all times. She was lucky, he figured, that he was the only one who took advantage of that. The slightest bit of affection made her malleable, eager to please. He used this to keep her content, shielded. He protected the drive he saw in her that reminded him of himself.

If another man found that weakness of hers and tried to use it to change her, well, she could take believing she was ghosted, or that he’d moved.

He barely realized she was talking until he tuned back in.

“-to Dr. Leland about seeing if I could have a trial session with him, he switches Psychologists often, I doubt it’d be an issue.”

Jonathan’s mind quickly ran through what context he had, staring blankly as his mind caught back up.

“Absolutely not.” He snapped, making her flinch.

“And that’s why. You can’t show any kind of weakness with him. I trust you Harleen, I really do, but I haven’t even given him a shot. Please understand I will not stand by while you’re put into a room with that man.”

She looked down, worrying at her lip as she thought it over.

“You don’t think I can do it?”

“I don’t think there’s a person in this world who could, or I’d give it a shot. Hell- I will give it a shot if you’re so worried, but there’s no way in hell I’m letting Joan assign him to you without a fight. I’m sorry Harleen, I really am, it’s not you I don’t believe in.”

“… You’re right” she whispered, twisting her hands in the material of her skirt nervously. “I just… I want to make a difference, I want to make someone’s life better.”

“He’s too far gone, there’s no hole in him he’s trying to fill. He enjoys what he’s doing. He doesn’t even remember what sanity looked like for him. There’s nothing for him to revert back to.”

“You’re right, Dr. Crane.” She agreed quietly. He sighed, deflating slightly. Harleen looked somewhat dejected, an expression he was quickly finding himself very weak to.

He pulled a notepad towards himself, scrawling something down and hoping he wouldn’t kick himself for it later.

“What’s that?”

“A suggestion to a colleague,” he admitted. “There’s… a patient of mine. She hates Joan and she barely works with me due to a mistrust of men. I think you could be good for each other.”

He passed the note to Harley, who looked it over curiously.

“Isely?”

“Trust me,I just want the best for you ”

She looked at the paper again and smiled softly.

“Thank you! I should make sure the plant on my desk doesn’t need anything.” Harleen kissed his cheek, patting his arm before she was off to her office. He smiled fondly for a moment before he started towards Joan’s office to leave the note on her desk. He walked through the corridor between patients' rooms, finding himself idling by one.

“Can I help you, Crow?” Ivy asked sarcastically, glaring through a window with little holes in it like a lab rat’s cage.

“I might’ve got you a new psychologist. Figured I’d let you know.”

She raised an eyebrow, deep frown set in place.

“And why would you let someone who knows your secret go to someone else?”

“I know you won’t hurt her. Well- couldn’t. She wanted to help the Joker but my toxins don’t work on him- got nothing to threaten him to keep docile with. I do, however, have a strain especially for you and Swamp Thing. ‘Sides, knew you’d be more comfortable with a woman, and Harleen’s a ray of sunshine. Long as you’re good to her, you’re gonna be comfortable here.”

That… wasn’t too bad a deal. In fact, it was preferable to being stuck with Crane.

“Fine. She must be real special to have the merciless Scarecrow looking out for a ‘ray of sunshine’”

“Oh, I assure you, she is.”

—

The office was much lighter than Crane’s, that was immediately apparent. Ivy complied as she was pushed into a chair, offering her hands to be cuffed to the desk as she looked around. She was left alone for a moment, giving her time to take in the sunlight coming through the window with sligh desperation. She didn’t even realize she wasn’t along until she heard the door -that she hadn’t heard open- shut with a click.

“Oh, did I startle you? I’m sorry. My footsteps aren’t as loud as Dr. Crane’s, even in heels. I’m Dr. Harleen Quinzel” The blond woman apologized, an awkward smile on her face. She took the seat across from Ivy, and immediately she could see that this had not been a good idea on Crane’s part.

Her eyes, behind her glasses, were the same deep blue as a Love-in-a-mist flower, blonde curls that hadn’t been within reach of her ponytail framed her face in curls like the petals of a platinum blond dahlia. By the time she realized she’d been staring, Dr. Quinzel looked concerned.

“Harleen? With your accent it almost sounds like Holly, like a holly flower. Have you ever seen one?”

She shook her head, but motioned towards a pot Ivy had somehow missed.

“No, just have these.”

Ivy went to touch them, but was pulled back by the chain. The doctor looked almost more pained than Ivy, picking up the pot of flowers and placing them between them.

“I’m sorry, if it was up to me you wouldn’t be chained to the table.”

“That’s quite alright.” She insisted, once again reaching out, running her hand softly over the white and purple flowers.

“African violets… immaculately well taken care of.” She noted in surprise.

“Yeah, I’ve been known to get a little emotionally attached. I’d feel awful if I accidentally killed them so I do the best I can not to.” She admitted, placing the pot back where it was to get just the right amount of sunlight.

Crane was going to regret this, because if she stayed this endearing, Ivy was going to fall hard and fast. Or maybe that was his plan all along, she didn’t care. Either way, he’d never know how thankful she was.

—

For bonus points: which Robin was in this?

If you get it wrong that says more about my writing than your deduction skills I promise.

#jonathan crane #harley quinn #poison ivy #pamela isley #scarecrow week 2022 #scarecrowweek 2022 #scarecrowweek2022

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pestis-blight · 2 years

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RiddleHat babbles again this time with a small HC that Tetch's gotta comfort himself with 6 oclock and counting, and has a big ol obsession with his mental health being shit / how he's got a temper and could hurt others - It plagues him :/

No physical violence mentioned, just implied - Still messing about w how I write 'em cos Ed needs work but like I say It's Progress ?

Edward doesn't consider himself a conventional man. Nor does he look at Jervis and see conventional. Currently, he saw the man counting down the ticking seconds in sets of six. Up to sixty. And repeat for six minutes minutes.

While the hatter had been seen as a spectacle on a surface level for his obsessive needs, Edward could often blag a charming streak of beauty to be present.

He wondered, for a moment, why it mattered to him. Why, when watching the older man hunched over his pocket watch and chewing at his fingers, he evaluated themselves against each other.

Though he wasn't evaluating with scrutiny so much as he was observing.

There, dressed in polka dots and checkers, all blended into bright colours, was Jervis Tetch. The Mad Hatter.

There was nothing mad about him.

Convincing him otherwise was a different notion. One Edward had given up on long ago.

Jervis, amidst his small ritual, seemed content within himself. He was mad by name, self appointed and wearing his shunned status with as much pride that a wet dog could have.

And still he found himself drawn to the other - his earnest nature, his rambling tangents, the routine they'd settled into while together (though Edward had no doubt it was something Jervis did regardless).

"You're staring --" the seconds continued in a breath.

"Can't a man enjoy the view?"

There wasn't a reply for a beat. The snap of a pocket watch indicated the six minute mark had passed. "Dinner."

"Is that an invitation?"

Jervis shook his head with a flushed laugh. "Not now, Edward. Not now."

"That's a shame. It's six."

"It's always six."

"I could always fix the --"

"No! No, no, thank you. Thank you."

Ed couldn't help the gentle and sympathetic smile to his face. Self-appointed madness. All Jervis needed was help. Just like him. Just like the rest of them...

But bunked away, hiding from the bat, and avoiding Arkham left help out of reach and out of mind.

"Can't risk having it broken?" He asked his hatter. Though, when met with a vacant gaze, he waited for the other to respond.

Jervis shook his head violently left to right, continuing for longer than usual. He must have lost count.

Carefully, Edward settled by him. "You know, Jervis, I don't think I've ever encountered an enigma like yourself."

The hatter turned to his present company with furrowed brows. "No, of course not. You're E. Nygma. Not myself. Rather, you've never met anyone so tetchy as myself."

Ed furrowed his brows, about to speak, before his hatter continued.

"Irritable, Dear."

"I'll have to hold you on that, Tetch. Don't care to see it. Don't dare to provoke it. I've seen what's happened around the bat and I'm not going to be on the other end of that axe of yours."

Evidently, this was the wrong thing to say. Jervis's face paled, his hands clutching his pocket watch all while he grimaced and shook his head again.

"Never, Edward, never." He paused with a shaking sigh; defeat. "At least I hope so."

#riddlehat #pestis.fic #jervis tetch #edward nygma #Guess who's had a long day of doing little rituals #guess who wanted to have a little ramble with it

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carousel-of-souls · 2 years

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Art

Gotham

Abner Krill

Alex

Bane: baby with mom

Bane: sitting with Osito

Batgirl suit

Batman handing kid a lollipop

Barbara and Bruce formal wear

Bookworm

Bruce and Dick paparazzi photo

Bruce’s first Halloween/Thomas and Martha in costumes

Catwoman crouching next to cat

Character Design Dump No. 1: Joker, Harley, Selina + Selina in Catwoman outfit, Ivy, Alfred, Jim Gordon, Victor Fries, Jervis, Harvey Dent, Jonathan + Jonathan in Scarecrow outfit, Bruce + Bruce in Batman outfit, Edward, And Oswald + his horse

Character Dump No. 2: Victor Zsasz, Killer Croc/Waylon, Babydoll/Mary, Bane, Harvey Bullock, The Ventriloquist/Arnold + Scarface, Hugo Strange, Barbara Gordon, and Kiteman/Chuck

Character Dump No. 3: Clock King/Temple, Toyman/Winslow, Clayface

Character Dump No. 4: Zatanna, Calendar Man/Julian, Condiment King/Mitchell, Polka Dot Man/Abner

Character Design Dump No. 5: Leslie Thompkins, Cluemaster, Music Meister

Dinah Lance

Ed and Harley in Christmas outfits

Ed and Harley in Harley’s Bathroom + Hyenas

Ed and Harley Valentine’s Outfits

Ed emerald city guard-esque outfit

Ed Poledancing/Practicing

Ed pride outfit

Ed with braids and heart shorts

First Drawing of Oswald

Harley Poncho

Harlivy: At the Beach

Harlivy Pride Outfits

Harvey 2/2/22 drawing

Hattercrow: in work clothes and pjs

Hattercrow server emotes

Iceberg Lounge Uniforms

Ivy’s Bed + pet alligator Princess

Ivy’s Physical Healing Process

Ivy’s unfinished comic

Jason Todd

Jervis eating cookie

Jervis’ Hallucinations When Unmedicated Vs Reality

Jervis holding piglet

Jervis in bathing suit

Jervis in lingerie

Jervis in mushroom outfit

Jervis in ToonTopaz birthday drawing

Jervis with ToonTopaz’s Jervis

Joker: Loud outfit

Joker Naked

Joker: sad night in

Jon Arkham escape

Jon in lingerie

Jon updated hair

Martín

Mary and Waylon on date

Maxine Kris

Mr Freeze Without Suit/Mutation Visible

Oswald at 19-20 years old

Oswald’s carriage

Oswald’s Crew + King Shark design debut and Zsasz design update

Oswald Drinking Soda

Oswald in Pjs

Oswald Lucifer statue inspired drawing

Oswald’s mom in performance attire

Oswald’s parents Herold and Violette

Parent Drawings: Selina, Harley, Ivy, Ed, and Jervis

Philip Reardon/Ten Eyed Man

Riddlebird: Dancing together

Riddlebird: Ed in Oswald’s sweater

Riddlebird: Ghost tour

Riddlebird + Martín

Riddlebird: Oswald watching Ed dancing

Riddlebird Young Frankenstein Costumes

Robin/Dick Grayson + Dick Out of Costume

Selina in dress with cape and smoking

Unfinished Iceberg Lounge

Metropolis and Smallville

Bizarro

Character Dump No.1: Jon and Martha Kent, Lex and Mercy, Livewire, and Mr. Mxyzptlk

Clark Kent/Superman

Clark Shirtless

Jimmy Olsen

Lois and Clark “He asked for no pickles“

Digital Visualizers & Recreations

Ed and Harley’s Apartment

Ed and Harley’s Apartment (updated)

Jon and Jervis’ house

Iceberg Lounge

Kent Farm

Lois and Clark’s Apartment

Mr. Freeze Lair

Oswald’s Horses

Oswald’s House

Selina’s Apartment

Selina’s Apartment (updated)

#au info

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elusive---ivory · 3 years

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(Polka Dot Man x Oc)

Amanda Waller was a tough bitch. It was her way or the high-way. She specifically made a team full of the worlds most dangerous people.

Soon enough, it was Marie's turn to be served on a platter.

Marie Greensburg, or better known, Tic Tac Toe. She was caught on some charges for stealing grand merchandise. She sentenced up to 18 years in Arkham Asylum.

Just around a few months ago, she was transferred to the black site, known as Belle Reve. Marie was stashed into the meta-human department, until a cell in the women's section cleared up.

The meta-human ward had to be the worst one there. While she didn't have any special powers, she was stuck with assholes who thought they did. One of the those assholes was Calendar Man.

He was picking on another inmate, Abner Krill. He was her cell mate for a short period of time, but he was very kind. Calendar Man was screaming at him as Abner was completely defenseless to his abuse. His large power damper rendered him that way. He was cowering in fear.

His eyes held such sadness as Calendar Man barraded him senseless, mocking his name and something about his mother. Marie couldn't seem to handle it.

"Hey dickhead." She yelled.

Calendar Man stopped his harassment, but only for a moment. He looked down at Marie. "Oh, and what do they call you? The short-stack? Skunk?" He snickered.

"No, they call me Marie." She glared. "I suggest you leave this poor guy alone."

"Alright, I guess the little one wants to play. Get the fuck out of here, Abner." Calendar Man sneered with a sick smile.

"He can stay so he can see me kick your ass." Marie made an antagonistic smirk. "Oh by the way, there's a lot of shit on your forehead."

That seemed to really piss him off. "You're so dead." He started to swing at her, but missed.

She dodged his first swing, then once the opportunity arise, she socked him in the jaw, possibly breaking it.

"Next time maybe you'll learn to shut the fuck up." She laughed. Calendar Man laid there on the floor unconscious.

Abner was a little startled as his eyes locked with Marie's. "You're in so much trouble."

She looked over at Calendar Man's body. "I know. That piece of shit really knows how to set me off."

"You didn't have to help me.." Abner muttered, sadly.

"Yeah, but were you going to help yourself?" Marie raised an eyebrow as he turned away from her. "Besides, I don't like when assholes pick on my friends."

Abner perked his head up. "Friends?"

"Yeah!" She smiled. "Would that be ok?"

He nodded as guards surrounded Marie, putting her in restraints. She flashed Abner a smile as she was taken back to her cell.

Abner enjoyed Marie's company. She wasn't like a lot of the inmates in Belle Reve. Marie was very kind to him. He told her about his condition. The dots he had controlled every part of his life. He spent most of the time hating himself and the dots.

Marie helped whenever she can. She went as far as breaking into his cell at night to comfort him.

She went through the vent system. His cell was only a few doors down. She popped open a spot where Abner was and slowly climbed down from the ceiling.

He woke up suddenly at her presence. "Marie? What are you doing here?"

"I've got some news!" She smiled brightly.

He sat himself up in his bed, and turned to her. "Why couldn't it wait til morning?"

"Because I won't be here, duh."

Abner immediately felt a bit startled. "What? What do you mean you'll be gone?"

"I'm going on a suicide mission!" She smiled excitedly. She spoke as if she was going to Disneyland, and not a dangerous mission.

"A suicide mission?" He looked at her, worried. "So, you're saying you might die?"

"Yup!" She nodded. "That's why I wanted to give this to you. If I don't make it back somehow, I want you to have this." Marie took out a small trinket. It looked like the locket of a necklace. There didn't seem to be anything inside.

Abner felt crushed. He didn't want his only friend to be taken away from him. "Do you have to do this?"

Finally, Marie saw Abner's somber attitude. Her smile faded as she got a little more serious "Yeah, Amanda Waller recruited me for Task Force X. I'm sorry, Abner."

He sighed. "Please promise me you'll come back."

"Abbie... you know I can't." Marie gently took his hand in hers.

Tears swelled in Abner's eyes. He wish it was him. He wished he was apart of Waller's stupid suicide squad.

Turns out you got to be careful what you wish for.

Taglist: @princessrainbowpastel, @mutatadastra

#polka dot man x oc #polka dot man #tic tac toe [oc]#marie x abner #pdm #pdm x ttt #suicide squad #tss fanfic

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 3 years

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Soulmarks, Part 2

First part

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She sighed and rested her hands on her hips, her fingers carefully detaching her yoyo.

They were giving her orders, she could tell from their tone, but she couldn’t understand a word he was saying. She barely spoke English outside of a few vague lessons she’d had when she was a kid, and they were talking too fast for her to catch a single word.

“You know, I’d love to do that, but I don’t speak English.”

The person paused at this, and then they switched to fluent French: “Oh, sorry. Turn around slowly and don’t make any sudden moves.”

She slowly turned around, resting her hands behind her back. His gun lowered slightly to point at her legs and she let herself relax a little bit. A shot would be absolutely terrible, but at least he wasn’t actively trying to kill her.

She flashed Nightwing a bright smile. “Why, hello, sir!”

He raised his eyebrows slightly. “Who are you and what are you doing here?”

“I’m Ladybug...” They didn’t know who she was, so she didn’t have to hide her yoyo. She pulled it out from behind her back and started doing tricks with it to let out some of her nervous energy. “And, well, I’m here because I think my soulmate is in trouble. Apparently you, Batman, and Batgirl all know them.”

Nightwing’s eyebrows disappeared behind his bangs. “Uh… can you prove that?”

“See, the problem with that is most of my soulmarks have disappeared for them. All of them, actually.”

“Oh.” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “I guess I’ll explain it to you…”

“Oh! No, they’re not dead! I thought they were, but then a new soulmark appeared and it’s… weird? Weirder than their normal ones, at least...”

She trailed off. Her eyes narrowed slightly. He’d certainly phrased the ‘I’ll explain it to you’ thing oddly, it was almost as if there was someone else there that she didn’t know about.

Her eyes searched the area for a sign of movement as she continued: “I don’t know if you can make sense of it. It’s a gun, but it’s one of those fake ones with the little flags that say ‘BANG’ you see in cartoons…”

Her eyes spotted a flickering in the shadows and she cringed mentally. Damn, she hated it when she was right. Whoever they were, she couldn’t see a glint of metal. So it was probably safe to assume they didn’t have a weapon out --.

“Where was it?”

She pulled her attention back to Nightwing. “Over my heart. Do you know what it means?”

He obviously knew, but he seemed hesitant to say anything. This really didn’t help her anxiety about the situation. He’d been prepared to tell her that her soulmate was dead, so just how bad could this be?

He opened his mouth to tell her, but he was cut off as a gun went off a few blocks away.

Listen, she wasn’t proud of it. But she was anxious... and it was at least two-on-one... and he’d had a gun pointed at her. She latched her yoyo around his wrist.

His eyes found their way to the polka-dotted yoyo and shock flickered across his face. “You’re-- oh sh --!”

She threw him to the next building without thinking and brought her hands up to her mouth as he crashed into a wall. Oops. He was a human.

She wheeled around to find Batgirl and held up her hands with a weak smile. What was the English word? “Sor-ree,” she said. She pointed the woman in the direction of the gunshot. “Can you? I’ll fix ‘im.”

Batgirl was apparently stunned enough by what Marinette had said that she complied.

She quickly hopped over to where Nightwing was and cringed as she summoned her lucky charm. The first thing she thought of popped into her hand: a computer mouse. “Sorrysorrysorrysorrysorry,” she mumbled.

He could only groan in response.

“Miraculous Ladybug,” she said.

He was enveloped in ladybugs and, when they cleared, he was patting himself with a shocked expression. “What the-- how did-- why--?”

“I really didn’t mean to hurt you, I swear. Are you alright?”

“I’m… fine, apparently,” he assured her. He slowly pushed himself to his feet and gave her a weak smile. “Well… that was certainly one way to meet the inlaws.”

“HUH?”

She let them escort her, blindfolded, to the batcave.

Did she think it was stupid and unnecessary? Yes, she was already lost enough without the whole blindfold thing. Did she care? No, if this is what it would take to figure out if her soulmate was okay she would do it.

The blindfold was whipped off her face and a gasp left her lips.

“Oh, I need to get me one of these.”

Nightwing laughed and Marinette felt her face warm. She’d meant to be quieter.

She was allowed to wander around while Nightwing explained the situation to Batman and Batgirl. She tried not to laugh at all the names on plaques starting with ‘Bat’. She wondered if Nightwing was actually called BatNightwing.

“Ladybug!” Called possibly-BatNightwing.

She smiled awkwardly as she walked over. She perched herself on a railing.

Batman handed her a tiny device and she raised her eyebrows.

“It’ll translate everything so we can all speak in our native languages,” he explained calmly.

She nodded and placed it in her ear and pressed on. Lights flickered in front of her eyes and she stared at the interface in front of her with a stunned expression.

She reached up and selected her language and then waved for them to go ahead.

“Your soulmate is Tim Drake. He went missing on patrols about three weeks ago,” explained Batman.

Her eyes widened at the text in front of her and she pulled out her yoyo again. Her soulmate was a vigilante? You’d think she know about it from her soulmarks...

“What was his hero name?”

Nightwing shook his head. “Vigilante, not hero. And Robin.”

She hit herself in the face with her yoyo. Ah, so he wasn’t an avid birdwatcher, he was a bird-themed vigilante. She supposed that did make sense, considering her chosen career path.

Batgirl crossed her arms over her chest. “And you swear it’s a gag gun?”

“Do I have a reason to lie?”

Batgirl shrugged a little bit.

Batman seemed to think for a minute before sighing. “She’s a child, we can’t tell her this.”

“A child who launched that guy --” she jabbed a finger towards Nightwing “-- across some rooftops.” She smiled brightly. “So, how about we start talking, please?”

Batman sighed again. “No need for threats. We think he’s been captured by Joker.”

“And Joker is…?”

“A Rogue -- or I guess you would know of him as a criminal or villain. He’s pretty big here,” explained Batgirl.

She nodded slowly. That explained the deck of cards that had been on her back since she was a child. She started messing with her yoyo again.

“So, he was captured by Joker and…?”

Everyone looked at the oldest to explain, and Batman shook his head slightly. “He’s seemed to have lost his identity, if everything has disappeared.”

She thought about this for a minute and her face paled. What could Joker have done to him for him to lose his identity? She found herself hoping he’d just gotten hit too hard on the head once and lost his memory. That was the best case scenario.

Somehow, she doubted it.

“Right, so how do we save him?”

The Batmobile was… cramped.

The thing was huge, but there was very little actual room to sit for anyone besides Batman. Nightwing joked that it was almost as if he didn’t want anyone else in there.

In the end, Marinette got to sit in the passenger’s seat while Nightwing and Batgirl cursed their father out from the roof of the car. Sure, they were going slower than usual so no one would fall off and die, but it couldn’t be fun. She messed with her summoned yoyo (yes, she summoned a yoyo with her yoyo, what of it?) as she listened in to make sure they didn’t fall.

All too soon and yet far too late, they stopped at the gates to Arkham Asylum. She and Batman climbed out and helped the others down.

They all hopped the fence and Marinette sent a cheeky grin as she slipped through the bars.

Nightwing sighed. “I wish I was that tiny again.”

She gave a quiet laugh.

Everyone’s slight smiles dropped off their faces as they entered the asylum.

A shiver ran through her at the singing that floated through the mostly abandoned building. Everyone exchanged glances and then Nightwing and Batgirl split off.

She and Batman made their way through the halls, following the sound. She fought the temptation to curl in on herself or run away.

Batman sent her a look, a ‘stay back’, and then burst through the door.

Marinette slowly inched around the door as well, looking for cover. The place looked like Picasso had tried to make a house. There were walls where there shouldn’t be and an extra floor that just jutted out from the wall. Typical household items were placed around at random. It felt warped and… wrong.

The woman cut herself off and set a vase of flowers on the table. She turned around and looked up at the chair. “Puddin’, company!”

Marinette took the chance to dive under the table.

Her eyes landed on a… was that a bazooka? She’d never seen one in person before, and being so close to it made her anxious. She scooted as far away from it as she could. Her fingers pulled up the tablecloth slightly and she ducked down to see what was going on.

The man in the chair turned around to look and then smiled. “Hello there,” he said, stepping down. “Welcome to our happy abode!”

Joker and the woman embraced each other.

Batman didn’t humor them. “Where’s Robin?”

The couple looked at each other with mock confusion. “Robin? There’s no Robin here!”

“Maybe he means our little J!”

“Of course!” Joker snapped his fingers. “That’s it!”

They both looked at a blue curtain and Batman scowled as he strode towards it.

The woman giggled and reached under the table, her hand poking Marinette’s face. She made a quiet sound in the back of her throat and continued on, grabbing the bazooka. “Uh-uh! No peeking!”

Marinette’s eyes widened in horror as she pointed it at Batman but, before she could react, she pulled the trigger.

Ribbon wrapped around him.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

“Mommy’s little helper!” Said the woman brightly.

Joker pressed a kiss to her cheek. “You know, bats, we’ve been doing this little runaround of ours for years. It’s been loads of laughs, but the sad fact is…” He stepped towards the curtain. “None of us are getting any younger.”

“That old clock’s a-tickin!”

“Quite right, poo. And Harley and I were thinking it was time to start a family. Add a Joker Jr. to our merry brood.”

“But rather than go through all the joy of childbirth, we decided to adopt.”

“We couldn’t do it legally, but then we remembered you always had a few spare kids hanging around!”

Harley beamed and suddenly grabbed one of Marinette’s pigtails. A curse slipped from her lips as she was pulled out from under the table. “Whoops! There’s another one!”

“A surplus, really!” Joker grinned more widely than ever. “So we borrowed one.”

He pulled back the curtain with a dramatic flourish to reveal… an operating table?

She looked at the person on the table and felt bile rise in her throat. Their skin was blotchy white and paper-like from bleach treatments. Their eyes were unblinking and nearly pupil-less. The smile on their face was so wide that it had to have been stretched somehow.

“He needed a little molding, of course. What kid doesn’t? But, in time, we came to love him as our own. Say hello, J.J.”

The person started to laugh. The kind of laugh someone makes when they’re trying their hardest not to cry. They hopped down and laughed harder, their arms clutching their stomach as a few stray tears slid down his face.

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Next part

Every time I think I know how long a fic is going to be I’m wrong help --

Taglist

@pawsitivelymiraculous @golden-promises @salty-fang @kitsunebell @sassakitty @octobitch @glastwime859 @miyla-lokidottir @onlyabatfan @ira-sairain @2confused-2doanything @ultimatetornshipper

#soulmarks #timinette #timari #marinette dupain cheng #tim drake #maribat #adribat

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