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mrsegbert · 3 months
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Sounds like something he'd tweet
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montimer · 5 months
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(Yandere)Arkham joker x hero!reader
Gn!reader
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He has left you clues that you followed. And as expected it was a trap, but not any kind of trap.
In an abandoned fun house, running around trying to find him to bring him back to arkham.
And even if you were to think over and wanting to go out and leave him to batman, every door was locked and highly secured.
And he has announced that if anyone else than you, the police or bats tries to get in, he'll blow up gothams hospital.
You didn't worry since batman was on the way to find the explosives in the hospital. And you, you were in this rotting circus trying to find him.
There were random tv devices on the walls where hes face popped up. Telling you where to go and what to do.
And finally you have found him.
As you stepped into the room there he was, sitting in a chair looking at the cameras.
He started swinging in his chair being all giggly.
"You've found me! Now, come and get your prize"
You gave him a suspicious look.
"No worries darling, theres nothing hiding up my sleeves" he pointed to his arms swinging it in the air.
You sighted and went closer to him.
"What is it Joker? Why did you wanted me to find you?"
He smiled wildly at you.
As you were about to speak up again he quickly standed up and pulled you close to him.
As you were struggling to get out of his strong grip he speak up.
"I didn't wanted anyone to bother us. Oh and aren't you also interested in what is your prize?"
You gave him a questioning look.
"What?"
(If you wear a mask he pulled it up to ur nose)
And he pressed a slightly obsessive kiss, still not letting go of you.
Taken by surprise you stopped trying to break free from his grip. Hes kiss got into slow and sensual the more you relaxed into it.
After he broke the kiss he started peppering your face with kisses.
He giggled seeing your expression. Surprised but also flustered, his lipstick being all over you.
Oh how much fun he's going to have with you,darling.
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Joker Sexyman Redemption Round Three
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drgarrisonandpaul · 5 months
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Hatter: She let me hit cuz I'm goofy~ Penguin: Two-Face: Deacon: Azrael: Deadshot:
Riddler: Batman: Stop misgendering me. Joker: And stealing my jokes about making love to Batman
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batmanrogues-scenarios · 11 months
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(meat toboggan anon) Actually, when I said aarkhamverse gals, I meant Gotham Sirens + Copperhead. Oh, well. Can I request same HCs for her (+ Joker and Two-Face, both from arkham)?
Sorry about it, I forgot about Copperhead.
Arkhamverse
Copperhead
Just watches them before saying sure.
Asks if they want to give the person the toxin.
Just sits back enjoys S/O having fun.
Joker
Absolutely they can. He brings robes.
Helps with preparations and they're having fun together.
Wish to do it more often.
Two Face
He chuckles and flips the coin.
They either have to let them go or he just says to have some fun.
If S/O goes with it he just let's them be and goes to his own stuff.
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children-of-arkham · 2 months
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So I tried traditional art again after a long time and yes it was kinda werid but anyways I introduce you to one of Joker's clones in this AU, Joy!:
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So basically Joker has two twin clones in this AU, first one being Joy ☝️, and her twin, Woe, who I will be showing soon too.
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greenships · 3 months
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What you see when you look inside my brain
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bepoucorp · 3 months
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NO DONT DO THAT-
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annstiro · 3 months
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«He surrendered almost without a fight. I don’t like it.»
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clownprince · 9 months
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how sick and twisted would i have to be to miss that lunatic?
batman: arkham city – end game #1 // batman: arkham city – harley quinn's revenge // batman: arkham city – end game #2-6 // batman: arkham knight – the riddler's gambit // batman: arkham knight #0 // batman: arkham knight
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illustratedartist · 6 months
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I Will Drag Your Beloved City Into Oblivion 💀 🎃
I FREAKIN MISSED HALLOWEEN BUT SHHHHHHH
Lets just pretend I posted this on time, for my sanity please
Im EXTREMELY pleased with this! I tried something a little differently with really messy textured strokes, and I think it just fits Scarecrow SO well!
But no joke this was a NIGHTMARE to render, I was having a lot of trouble with keeping Scarecrow the main focus, but I figured it out after weeks of tears lol!
And if you havent noticed I finally made it to batman Arkham Knight and I am STRUGGLING
Enjoy and I hope you had a safe Halloween!!
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mrsegbert · 2 years
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Batman: Arkham City Joker Game Over Screens
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montimer · 10 months
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I see a lot of people writing joker x nurse!reader. How about
Joker x guard!reader
Gn!reader
Warnings:mention of gun
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Imagine ur working in Arkham, as a guard
People warn you about all kinds of villians.
I think he would fall for you if: you are serious but kind
They would take him back injuried. Anyone else would just drag him back to his cell. But you just went over to him, helped him up and walked to a nurse for a first aid kit.
And thats how slowly he became obsessed w/ you
He would go up close and smile at you from his cell.
If you have a gun w/ you, he will joke about it.
He will also talk to you a lot. And i mean a lot. You just give him a smile. But the other guards would probably silence him
When he escapes, he will do anything to find out more about you.
When they take him back again,he'll be happy to see you.
He would tell you how easyly he will escape again. And you start to think that theres no way changing his mind
He would flirt w/ you. "You look beautiful, Y/n" "I wear the same outfit everyday." "I wasn't talking about ur outfit."
He would get really happy to see you. He would literally yell to get ur attention "Y/N, Hi" then he waves until the guards tell him to shut it.
Hes next plan is to escape and to take you w/ him ;))
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jasonsknight3 · 18 days
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Unwanted help
AK jason Todd x sweet waitress reader
Warning: Contains violence, slight gore, aaaaaaand weapons (figured I needed to start putting warnings.)
Gotham had always been a dark place with even darker shadows. A sweetheart like yourself would be swallowed whole, or at least, you should have been. Lucky for you, you’ve only been subjected to unwanted catcalling and unauthorized touches. Most of it happens at your diner job. However, most of the women there waitressing had been there a long time and came to your rescue. Tell them off if you will because unfortunately you are the shiny new toy. Originally you came to Gotham for a college education, and to get away from home. To your dismay you had to drop out. Not because you were dumb or anything it’s just, well, you didn’t have the money. It just didn’t work out. Your life has come to be what it is now. Being stuck in a waitressing job. At least you made good tips and enough money to still live in your apartment.
After a harsh shift you were instructed to lock up the dinner. Which wasn’t supposed to be your job tonight. It required more effort than people would think. Make sure dishes were done, the place was clean, turn off lights, make sure chairs were put up, all the other micro things that added up. As soon as you locked that final glass door you hastily made your way to your bus stop. “No. No, no, no, no!” You cry as you see the bus just pull away from your stop. “Wait!” You shouted running even faster only for your desperation to be ignored. “No.” You weezed as you came to a stop, your hands resting on the top of your knees as you fought to catch your breath. Sitting up you looked around, nothing but an eerily quiet street, dim streetlights, and trash. This could easily become a dangerous situation for you. You weighed your options. Taxi was out of the question, you learned from others not to carry cash on you, you couldn’t go back to the dinner, it was closed and it’s not like anyone could help you there and you boss would tanya Hyde if he saw you sleeping in a booth the next morning, no one you knew was awake at this hour, that left only one option. Walking. Taking a breath you prepare yourself for the journey home clutching your purse close.
Cautious was an understatement of your behavior. Looking around Constantly, jumping at tray cats and trash that crinkled in the light wind of the night. About six minutes into your 15 minute walk an extremely alarming sound of someone crashing on the pavement around an alleyway corner. Shortly after the sound of pained groans followed. Your heart hammered in your chest, should you help? What if it was a trick for kidnapping? Should I just leave? You wandered to yourself. Against better judgment peeking around the alley corner you see a man who was crumpled over on the dirty pavement. The man started to get up on his hands and knees, slightly shaking with a groan. His voice sounded odd. Upon closer inspection you notice this man was wearing a red mask that had a slight glow to it, armor, an interesting jacket, and boots. Along with the gray and black suit was red. Blood. An alarmingly large amount of blood stained his gear. Out of instinct you approach him “sir, I’m here to help. I’ll call-“ a soft clicking sound took your attention to his raised hand that had a gun in it. A small gasp escaped your lips. “Get lost.” The man said the mask does not allow any clear emotion to be heard or recognized. Freezing in place you take a breath and continue to talk to him. “You're hurt, bleeding. I’d hate to leave you like this.” You reasoned. “I don’t need nor want your help. Leave the ambulance out of it too.” An odd request but you didn’t worry too much about it at the moment. “Please, you’ll die if I don’t get you help somehow?” You argued. “Very unlikely.” He was certainly stubborn. “Well…” you thought for a moment. “At least let me take you somewhere safe so you can patch up.” The man didn’t reply this time but he lowered the gun and then put it in its holster.
Sticking your hand out to him you hoped to encourage him further to accept help. He looked at it for a moment before getting up himself with a small growl. His legs wobble a little, automatically you rush to his aid tryi go to ease his strain. In a split second she shoved you off hard enough you slammed to the brick wall. You couldn't help but cough and wheeze. Singly he knocked the wind out of you. You honestly would have fallen flat on your back had the wall not been there. “Don’t touch me!” He yelled falling in one knee from the entertainment it took to push you that hard. Still leaning on the wall you catch your breath and push through the itching pain you felt on your back from hitting the rough brick wall. “I wasn’t going to hurt you. I promise.” You explained quietly. He mumbled something as he got back up and started to walk out of the alley. “Lead the way.” He demanded. Cautiously you walk up to him. “Okay, I’ll do that.” Glancing at him you ask. “Is it alright if I give you a hand? Just to make sure you don’t fall.” A moment of silence passed before he sighed and lifted his arm which you went under and had it around your shoulder and started taking him to your home.
A fifteen minute walk turned into a longer one but when you made it to your apartment and got inside you sat him down on the couch. “Go get a med kit if you have it.” He wasn’t very nice to be honest . No manners or since of please and thank you. In your bathroom you searched all the cabinets and finally found the med kit. How would he use it, you didn’t have anything in there besides bandaids- Neosporin, Peroxide, and some burn cream that was in a little rectangular bag. Well at least it’s something you reasoned. When you were in the living room there he was, helmet off, top gear off, and his compression shirt off. Nothing but skin. Skin that had scars, some flat, some slightly rose above the rest of the skin, heck, some of them even looked like the shape of barbed wire. As if sensing your presents he looked at you. A fairly masculine face, hooded iceberg blue eyes, his face has major scars. One that crossed from his cheek over the bridge of his nose and up, two on his lips, and a big J on his left cheek. “Well…” he said expectantly. When you got closer you noticed in his hand he had a needle and thread already working on sewing himself up. Setting the box down on the couch next to him you step back and watch. With tactical precision he was patched up within minutes. “Got any pain meds?” His voice was a little gravely and tired. “Yea, I have some.” Again you moved from your spot and headed for your medicine cabinet. Searching through it you found it, some ibuprofen. Turning around you yelp as your eyes are met with the stranger standing dangerously close to you. As soon as he had your attention his hand reached out and held your chin tight as he yanked you close. Eyes wide you stare into his own. “Listen well. You keep this to yourself. You never saw me. You never saw my face. If I ever…catch wind that you spouted out you saw me, I will not hesitate to kill you. I promise I’ll make it slow.” His grip tightened just to emphasize his point. “Got it?” In your lack of responding, he nodded your head for you. “Is that a yes?” You managed a yes through your squished cheeks. “Good.” Taking the medicine he let go and headed to the living room. After a moment you follow suit. He was putting his shirt back on, along with his gear. “Wait- you should rest.” You protest, you hate the thought of him not making it home safe. “I can handle myself, lady.” With that he put on his jacket and helmet. Opening a window he looked at you “don’t forget, you snitch, I’ll find you.” His voice modulated. As quick as he came he was gone. In the silence you just stared at the window questioning everything. There was something different about him. As scary as he was part of you hoped he’d come back.
You brought him to your home, your safe space, a place he would start to visit often and just maybe call it his own.
Got motivated to do a quick sketch, had to hide the hands by cropping the photo…😭
@eva-sparda20
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yandere--stuck · 7 months
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Yandere!Joker x Reader with Chronic Pain Headcanons
💚 After being captured by The Joker, you were terrified. Anyone in your position would be, even if you were, apparently, the object of the clown's affection. You were under the watchful eyes of both The Joker's lackeys and the Clown Prince of Crime himself, and the thought of angering them was horrific. So you tried to keep your mouth shut. Most of the time, the pain was somewhat bearable, but being restrained in such a manner made it agonizing.
💜 You can't hold it together. Who could? Your muscles screamed in pain. Your head pounded and throbbed. Your whole body was alight in agony. Your body heaved as you began to quietly sob. What else could you do but cry? Maybe you'd at least be able to cry yourself to sleep to escape the pain judt for a moment - but a sudden explosion of noise makes you wince and flinch, migraine pounding in your skull. The Clown quickly took notice of your tears and read his goons the riot act. Who did it? Who hurt his darling? Was it him? What about him? Nobody answered, though. He muttered something about cowardice before kneeling in front of you, cupping your face in his gloved hands, asking in a soft voice what was wrong. Disoriented and tired, you told him.
💚 You assumed this aspect of you would make him turn on you. Maybe, hopefully, see you as not worth keeping and send you off if you're really lucky. But if anything, this made The Joker more protective of you. None of his men were allowed to touch you. He didn't trust them not to make anything worse. Only he could help you unless it was an emergency. He kept you locked up in his room almost at all times. The TV was on at all times, you were left with some things to read and games that would strain you, all while laying on the comfiest bed he was able to pilfer in the dead of night. Oh! And the very soft handcuff he attached to the bedpost to keep you from running off, of course. Only the best for you, sweetheart.
💜 He'd make sure to get anything he thinks may help. Ointments, medicines, heating pads and ice packs… Hell, he might just kidnap doctors or physical therapists to begin a care plan if he had even the slightest inkling it may help. He wanted to show you just how deeply he cared for you. There is nothing he wouldn't do for you. No lengths he would not go. All he could hope for is that you'll see how much he truly adores you. That you feeling okay and being without pain was all he could ever hope for, ever dream of.
💚 One night, while you lay together with something playing on the TV, both of you silhouetted by the light of the television, does he tell you. After his impromptu bath in the ACE Chemicals factory, he was left with lifelong burning sensations. They came and went. Sometimes he could hardly see or breathe. Other times, he could hardly feel anything at all, like he'd gone entirely numb. Nobody else really knew, but he wanted you to. To know he understood. To know you weren't alone.
💜 He loves making you laugh! Maybe now even more so than he already did. Laughter is the best medicine, after all! And he's so glad he could take your mind off your pain, even if just for a moment. 
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