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thesharktanksdriver · 1 year

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The Cost of Power (Romantic)

Ok listen, Professor Venomous from ok ko is super hot and like I really like his character so I thought, what if I made a y/n based off of him in dc. Even more big brain idea of them being a weapons supplier to villains and those villains eventually gaining feelings

I left y/n in this gender neutral and the whole thing of professor venomous having purple skin up to reader interpretation of y/n having that feature or not

Btw in this y/n is confident in their abilites but has some deep rooted insecurities about doing better and getting power to make themself feel secure. Their also kinda an oblivious lil bitch cause of that lol

If y’all like this I’ll make more with more villains and some platonic stuff. also send in suggestions for some villains if you'd like

In a world that has super hero’s and villains of wild proportions, gifted with powers of all kinds it’s easy to be cast aside when you are not to their standard

You were a hero once, part of the few gifted with powers beyond anyone’s wildest dreams

It was great, you were happy helping people and the adrenaline that came with the job

Fuck, you even worked with the god Damn justice league of all people. Everything had seemed to finally be good in your life

But even with that there was always doubt in the back of your mind

You could do better, sure you were a good hero but not a great one despite how much people tried to convince you of it

You could’ve done more to save others, your powers would never be good enough to be compared to the others no matter how much your worked

You felt inadequate in your own skin, in your own suit, with your powers

In some ways you felt stupid for feeling that way, Batman and Green arrow didn’t have powers and they were just fine

But it just kept simmering and simmering for you until a breaking point

You tried making a machine to help enhance your abilities, it was meant to push them to the next level as to make you more effective

To finally get rid of that stupid voice in the back of your mind

But it backfired badly, really badly

It ended up getting rid of your powers all together and nearly killed you in the process

You were powerless again, like you’d felt all your life until you became a hero

You were useless now

At best you’d maybe be put on tech support but why would they do that when they have someone like cyborg or Batman with his gadgets

So you left

You left your half vaporized and shredded uniform and gave up on being a hero until you’d be able to create a cure

Luckily no one knew your identity nor did you know theirs so you migrated into base where you began developing equipment

It went on like this for about a year until you needed money and you decided to sell some weapons

And Bane ended up buying from you

You justified it at first, that you’d make up for it when you got your powers back

But eventually it felt good…really good

And then you began selling to other villains and saw the demand they had for your schematics and machines

You felt powerful again, infact you felt more powerful than you did with your powers

And that’s where you realized that you don’t need powers to have power

All you needed was to create a supply and demand plus build partnerships with other certain people

And you were golden

As mentioned earlier Bane is your first buyer of all people

And thus the first to gain feelings for you

It’s a slow thing at first as it is for the other villains as well

What hooks his attention is your intelligence which is sadly a hard trait to find in the underworld

Your smart like him, frighteningly so

You create intricately made schematics and beautifully crafted machinery that helps enhance his venom

You even make the containers and tubes hooked up to him more durable

He likes that he can hold a conversation with you and can talk deeply about subjects which interest both him and you

For instance the topic of power

You respect him quite a bit, especially when learning of his childhood

And the respect is also mutual from him as well since he knows there more to you than meets the eye

Your a mystery to everyone, one that’s carefully crafted and sculpted from shadows and vague rumours

One in which he finds himself enraptured in as he begins to become more and more interested in you on a personal level

At some point while you adjust your new enhancements on him the talks become personal

And he finds himself leaning into your precise touch

And shit

Well he didn’t intend to end up this way but he can’t say that the feeling of his heart racing isn’t nice

It’s at this point when he realizes his feelings that he makes subtle moves

Like he pays a bit more than what was asked for, always writing it off as a tip for you excellent work

Giving you pet names in Spanish that have certain connotations

Hell, he even promises you protection should you need it along with promising that if you got into trouble he’d bail you out by force

The poor man is dropping hints faster than flies dropping from the sky due to a chemical leak

But you don’t catch on due to you thinking no one would actually like you other than in a business partnership way due to your still lingering insecurities

But dear god he’s getting real fed up with how you aren’t catching on at all

For as smart as you are, your kinda oblivious to everyone’s advances

Like he’s been calling you nicknames in Spanish with romantic connotations and you don’t bat an eye at it even though he knows you know Spanish?!!?

Don’t be surprised next you come over and see an indent in the wall from him bashing his head against it in fucking frustration

Though he presumes that also is something he enjoys with you, how despite your intelligence your still a emotionally stoic genius

He 100% uses the fact he bought from you first and knew you the longest to all the others after your cold unbeating heart

He really likes stirring the pot especially when seeing how pissed off he can make others

Oh it’s so fun to toy with them until they break

And he intends to do that until he’s the last one in this race standing though unfortunately that will be hard for him to do considering everyone else is just as invested in it

Slade is another bunch of your clients that buys your weapons quite frequently

He likes your work along with the fact that your punctual

Your never late nor do you waste time on bullshit to get to the point of the conversation

After spending a long time with people skirting around details and dilly dallying he finds it nice

Your just to the point and you don’t disguise your motives

Along with that your prices are fair and your weapons are worth it

You meet in secluded places with him, handing him over the weapons safely stored in a bag as he transfers the money to you

It’s during one of these meets though that it’s interrupted by some random thugs

Before he can even point blank shoot them you just take out the weapon from its case and takes care of them

Just blam

While he’s standing there thinking about how attractive that was lol

“We’ll I guess we can consider that a weapon test if your still interested in buying”

Yeah…seeing you absolutely decimate some poor fools with you own weapon, lab coat fluttering in the wind really hits something in him

And gets worse as times goes on and those private meets spaces end up eventually taking place in his apartment where he offers coffee (that you desperately need)

Slade goes through like 7 stages of denial and then accepts it one day as he realizes that others are after you too

It kinda gets worse when Rose ended up there once while you were advertising some new sniper scope and you suddenly go from stoic and emotionless to gently patching her up

And while he has a strained relationship with her at best he still cares for her more than he’d like to admit

And seeing that you care for kids and took to patching her wounds with care and a certain gentleness in your voice just kinda hits him hard and hrrnnnnjajajajajsjn

(👆🏻his brain)

He gets really competitive with everyone else cause when he has his sights set on something/someone he ain’t letting down easily

Meanwhile Rose is just watching from the sidelines. Like she may dislike her dad heavily but after the few encounters she’s had with you she likes you

So she’s kinda silently hoping that something good comes out of this

Either way she gets to watch him get stressed from half your clientele feeling the same way he does lol

At one point he legit asks you out on a date and you misinterpret that as “a work date where you can tell me of your newest items on the market”

Safe to say he’s a bit salty after that especially when he’s now been roped into buying a new rifle (though he does admit he needed a new one anyways)

What makes it worse is that he swears your flirting with him sometimes? Or at least you sound like your flirting with how you phrase shit and the tone of voice you use

Maybe he’s looking too much into your words but why must you say such hot evil shit

Plus your damn lab coat and black turtleneck combo is so fine

You don’t even know the hold you have on this man lol

Has 100% offered to give you a discount for any of his services should you need it

Like taking out competition but you just say you want to crush them via taking all their buyers yourself and watch them get panicky

by god he respects that sentiment and you get a good hardy chuckle out of him

While Harley and Ivy are a bit more relaxed than they were before their relationship that still doesn’t mean they don’t want to check out your stock especially since you also make stuff for plants

And of course ivy eats that up and Harley eats it up as well since it makes Ivy super happy

As they say happy wife girlfriend happy life

But as they casually shop from you Harley and Ivy begin to find your company quite fun!

You kinda begin to act as a counterbalance to Harley’s wild ideas and Ivy’s more controlled ones

You Find a middle ground for both of them in most situations and inventions made specifically for them

It’s then that they begin inviting you to their apartment, a place where you unwind a bit from the stress of everything

You’ve spent many a nights planning and building and selling so it’s nice to just relax and watch a movie with them

To watch a schlocky horror film sandwiched between the two women as you hold a popcorn bowl in your lap

Hyenas curled near your feet

Unsurprisingly they both kinda start catching feelings and both are much more in-tuned with their emotions than most other suitors and catch on quick that they got feelings

Now the thing about them as well is that both communicate with one another and when they both realize that the feeling is mutual they both decide might as well

These bi queens are working together on this but you ignore the signs cause a) their in a relationship with one another they couldn’t possibly like me and b) their just really affectionate with me cause I’m their friend

Honestly instead of frustrating them it just makes Harley laugh cause like “Puddin your smart but not that smart”

Both of them bond with you over the fact that they’ve also got high educations themselves!. Ivy in particular cause she give good tips on how to make your machines eco friendly

Listen you may be a criminal with morally grey sense of ethics but your not a complete asshole

Harley shows her interest through affection so be prepared for a lot of hugs, hand holding and even some kisses on the cheek if your comfortable with it

Giving you cheek kisses is hilarious to her cause how the fuck are you not catching on and it also pisses off the boys

She also LOVES nicknames. Once she’s friends with you she ain’t ever calling you by your name again, it’s just nicknames galore from then on out

As a sign of trust she actually asks you to look after bud and Lou (her hyenas) when she and ivy go away for whatever reason

At this point the two are big puppies around you and you have a soft spot for the two balls of spotted fur

At some point Harley kinda subconsciously psycho analyzes you just out of habit

And by doing that she kinda figured out that your inability to see all the hints thrown your way by several people stems from some insecurities

She’s not certain what caused said insecurities but she gets the sense that due to something in the past you can’t see others perceiving yourself as anything other than an ally or a necessity

You enjoy the feeling of being relied on and the power that comes with being in such a position but can’t distinguish and justify when others seek more than just what you offer resource wise

…she may be reading more inbetween the lines but it kinda worries her a lot

Especially since she doesn’t know what might’ve caused you to think of yourself in such a way

But she keeps that to herself and Ivy, instead focusing on doing her best to make you happy and help you catch a hint

Ivy on the other hand shows affection Via gift giving and words of affirmation

She gifts you small plants and succulents that you now keep in your lab, properly watered and cared for

They also serve as a subconscious sign for your to look after yourself as well

They stand out well against the cold purple tinted steel, vibrant green’s brining in a sense of life to the place

Your base up until that point had always been…lifeless. Nothing personalized there but with Ivy’s gifts they help give the place something that had been missing

Along with plants she also gifts a lot of skin care and general health goods as an extra little thing

She also compliments you a lot, saying how great you look and how great your inventions are

She really enjoys when she can see the smallest bit of pride swell up in your eyes as you thank her

Both find it hilarious when you say or do something vaguely flirty but don’t realize it until they say and you get all flustered

They also say “no it’s ok, in fact say more” and you take it as a joke not knowing their 100% serious

Harvey and Two-face once bought from you and had intended to have it as a one time thing but once meeting up with you had decided to change their mind via coin flip

What had gotten both their attentions was the sense of duality that they saw in you

More so how they got the sense you weren’t like this once upon a time but something in you changed

Just like Harvey

So they continue to buy from you, trying to kinda figure you out while also enjoying the supplies you sell

You treat them as their own separate entities, not thinking of one as the “good” side nor one as the “bad” side

Harvey himself engages and enjoys the activities egged on by Two-face, releasing his self control to not act on his every thought

The only thing with Harvey is that he feels the guilt afterwards and still sometimes prefers to work stuff out somewhat civilly if the situation calls for it

He likes you can see the difference, that he isn’t designated as “good” like most do with him

You talk with him about law, but more specifically the best legal loopholes he knows of which makes him laugh

It’s honestly been a long while since someone talked to him, to Harvey

You don’t bring up what happened to him as to not be insensitive but you do ask him about his favourite cases he’s worked on

Ones that specifically caught his eye or had the most batshit (pun intended) insane stuff that happened in it

His favourite one he told you was the one involving the theft of a car which somehow ended up turning into something completely ridiculous and somehow had a circus involved

Your laugh makes something bubble up in him, genuine joy from feeling seen along with making you smile despite the bags he’s sees under your eyes

You remind him of himself in more ways than one in both good and bad. Something that makes him worry

Back in his collage days he obsessively worked, studied and if it weren’t for Bruce he’d likely never actually socialize with anyone much

And he sees that with how your obsessed with your craft but also the fact you seem to be trying to prove yourself to someone (though he guesses that someone is yourself)

He’s always been a good judge of character, being district attorney does that to you along with being able to see through people

And he sees some deep rooted issues

You try, and try and your confident in your abilities but you keep pushing yourself. Like an eternal hunger, one which he felt once before as he tried to do better, to take on as many cases as possible to help more and more people

Wait why does he care so much….oh shi-

Yeah so he kinda blanks once he realizes this, full on fucking blue screen as your talking one day and then Two-face takes over absolutely cackling at Harvey finally fucking realizing what he’s know for like an entire month now

Two-face on the other hand knows what he wants and once he realizes that’s you he’s already buckled into this roller coaster and ain’t prepared to leave midway through

He digs deep into getting to know you, what makes you tick and trying to see the sides in which you try to bury away

You somewhat open up after some prying from him, what can he say? He’s good with words

Especially since Harvey knew how to butter people up good

You mention a bit about childhood, having nothing and not having control of your life, not having and power over it.

And then you had it and things were great. But the the doubt began to set in, you felt inferior to everyone else and in trying to get to their level you lost everything

You can deprive someone of something like good food and they wouldn’t crave it until they got a taste of it. And once they do they can’t go back to the shit they are before

Which is what had happened to you

But now your role here has given you back that again, that control and security which you now need more than anything

For who are we all if not creature that crave more

Well uh that was a lot but he can’t say he’s surprised much

Both of them really like your confidence, but Two-face especially finds it to be fun

Seeing you quite literally strut past his goons and place down your briefcase on his desk is really a sight he finds amusing

He also finds himself surprisingly soft when you do not fear staring at his “half” of Harvey. You don’t flinch at the slight of charred and burned skin nor the slight hint of burnt flesh that lingers

you don’t even seem to hesitate shaking his hand, something most would shy away from doing

It feels nice just being treated like he isn’t Frankenstein’s monster, a creation that should’ve been destroyed rather than created

Unlike the others I see both Harvey and Two-Face not really being big on making their feelings for you known

They’d bother rather stay on the sidelines as others squabble as they use that time to get closer

In that sense their much more subtle with their shared approach

But both of them have their own ways of expressing interest.

For Harvey’s his is more traditionally Romantic gestures, something he kinda picked up on from Bruce’s many endeavours and stories of how he charmed yet another woman

He writes you notes, formal yet genuine sentiment leaking into every word written on old yellowed paper

Perhaps even some gifts of Designer pieces of clothing he’d thought you’d like

Excusing it as “it didn’t fit us” or “just thought you’d like it”

He honestly gets a bit finicky when gifting these to you and whatever confidence he had slips away like sand between his fingertips

It only gets worse when you smile and accept it from him

Two-face on the other hand is more practical in his affection

Straight on telling you to your face that your attractive in both personality and looks

And supplying you with imports of supplies you need

#romantic #dc x reader #dc villains x reader #bane x reader #Slade x reader #Slade Wilson x reader #Harley quinn x reader #poison ivy x reader #two face x reader #Harvey dent x reader #Professor y/n

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just-a-small-obsession · 2 years

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Oswald: Have dinner with me please! Please! Please!

Y/n: Well maybe one night...

Oswald: *violently sobbing* No EVERY night!

#gotham x reader #dc villains x reader #gotham incorrect quotes #oswald cobblepot x reader

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lazypanartist · 10 months

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Got inspiration from @cherry-aqua-blossom 's post, had to write something small rq

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"He can't even work a toaster!! Why would you get him a speaker?"

Cameron shrugged, the newest Onslaught member's query barely audible over the music now blasting throughout the base.

"I thought it'd be funny, since he's always trying to work your phone for music."

"Yeah, and he stole it! To pair with the speaker!"

The song changed suddenly, Klarion yelling a short "Dang it!" that was quickly drowned out again.

You glanced towards Cameron, glaring, to which he only shrugged.

"Sorry."

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absolutelysmittensimp · 2 years

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(Name): *seductively takes off glasses*

(Name): Wow...

Icicle Jr: *blushing* Haha... what?

(Name): You're really fucking blurry.

#young justice x reader #young justice incorrect quotes #icicle jr x reader #dc villains x reader

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animefans-stuff · 2 years

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• Jonathan Crane x Reader •

Fandom; DC

Pairings; Jonathan Crane x Reader

Summary/plot; You and Jonathan carve pumpkins.

Warnings; Grammar mistakes, my shitty writing, knives and cuts are mentioned ( not related to self harm) other then that none.

It's short but sweet so enjoy please. :)

" Why is this so difficult. " You whined, leaning back in your chair. A small carving knife resting in your hand that was currently resting against a pumpkin. Pouting slightly as you looked at the sad mess you called a pumpkin carving.

" What exactly are you trying to do ? " Jonathan asked, not looking up from his pumpkin until Nightmare started pecking at the top, trying to break off and eat a piece of the pumpkin. Sighing softly, Jonathan shooed the raven away " Go on. "

Nightmare-- who had successfully broke off a piece, held it in-between his beak and flew into the other room. Happily enjoying the stolen treat.

" Sorry about that. Now, may I ask again- what are you trying to do ? " He repeated curiously glancing over at you

" Well- I was trying to carve out, you...er The Scarecrow " you chuckled nervously while turning the medium-sized pumpkin until it was facing him.

Carved into it, was a messy sketch- if you could even call it that of Jonathan's villainous counterpart, The Scarecrow. However, this had been your first time using a carving knife. So half of the cuts on it were to small, to thick, barely visible or uneven.

Jonathan looked at your pumpkin before chuckling softly. " I like it. " He said with a weak smile.

" Are you just saying that ? " You teased, " or do you actually like it. "

" I'm being serious. Yours looks much better then mine. " He replied, gesturing to his pumpkin. Gently running his fingers over the marks Nightmare left only moments ago. " Mine's got hole's in it. "

Laughing softly, you were truely happy that you were able to spend time with Jonathan. Doing something that the two of you both enjoyed.

#jonathan crane x reader #scarecrow x reader #dc x reader #dc villains x reader #did my best

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childofescapism · 2 years

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AN: Hello, everyone! I really wanted to write some stuff with my oc Mephistopheles, who is the child of one of Gotham's mafia bosses and Zsasz's significant other, and Victor Zsasz from the series Gotham. So I came up with this. Also, I added the oc of @dripkouphs , Richie, who is a retired assassin that owns a bar in Gotham named "Le Vert Sauvage". Hope y'all enjoy it!

WARNING: Season 4 spoilers!!!

To Carmine Falcone

The news of Carmine Falcone's death had descended upon the city of Gotham. The same evening a bald assassin entered "Le Vert Sauvage" looking for the one person that might be able to answer all his questions.

Mephistopheles was sitting by the bar staring at the swirling, colourless liquid in his glass. The green haired bartender busied themself with a drink of their own, but from time to time glanced at the man across from them. The only sound in the bar was the alternative rock produced by the speakers.

"Did you kill him?" Zsasz asked, his voice similar to the calm before the storm. The words left a bitterness on his tongue, but he knew what the man in front of him was capable of.

"Good evening to you too, Monsieur Zsasz." Richie's french accent was laced with casual sarcasm, wanting to defuse the situation. If they did not, they could already see the mess the two men would make of their bar.

"Answer the question, Meph," Victor demanded once he noticed the other man seemed to have no intention of doing so. The bartender's greeting was completely ignored, but they did not make any moves to protest. The silence that followed was long enough to cause a vein to pop on the hairless man's temple.

"The night Mario died, Carmine and I spent the whole night in his office drinking his favourite wine and reminiscing. So I thought it fitting to drink a couple glasses in his memory," Mephistopheles, finally, broke his silence. His russian accent was lighter, but still evident, indicating he had had more than just a couple glasses.

"Or a dozen," Richie added in a joking manner, while hoping Meph still had his wits about him; at least enough not to cause damage to their bar again.

"Don't change the subject." Zsasz still focused on the brunet, pointing one of his guns at him. The man being threatened downed his drink, seemingly without a care.

"Rich, pour me another?"he asked, and the only response he received was a quick refill.

Victor's remaining patience was not enough to handle Meph's little games. Soon his leather gloves were tightly holding the other man's black collar, forcefully pushing his back against the bar. That move earned him a few curses in french and a loud thud, that resonated throughout the empty bar, but nothing more.

"For the last time, did you kill the old man?"the assassin towered over the shorter male, a threat evident in his voice.

"Do you think I did?" Meph's voice was sickeningly calm and he had an absurdly emotionless face to match.

"Everyone on the street does and I know you are capable." Victor could tell there were some intense emotions hidden under the other man's facade, but he stood his ground.

"Yes, but do you believe I did it?" he emphasized the word "you", bringing a finger up to press on Zsasz's chest. His eyes stared into the muddy mess that were his partner's ones. "Khvorost, I've told you that if I were to be killed by a bullet, I would want it to have V.Z. engraved on it. So if you believe I ordered his death, shoot me, otherwise have a drink with me to his memory."

The assassin's resolve broke, making him let go of the shorter male. He occupied the seat next to Meph looking defeated. Mephistopheles looked over to Richie, who got the message and poured a glass of rum for his fellow killer.

"If you did not do it, then who did?" Victor inquired as he accepted the glass. Now even the bar's rats stared at the mafioso all ears.

"I have my suspicions, but I do not enjoy pointing fingers arbitrarily." was all they got, and all they knew they would get out of him for now.

After a short pause, Meph looked at his two favourite psychopaths with a sombre smile raising his glass, "To Carmine Falcone, the Don that made this city what it is."

Victor raised his glass with a look of repressed sorrow and Richie followed suit, "To Carmine Falcone."

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innammoratta · 2 years

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Edward Nygma x Reader x Harvey Dent - Part One

(Just for fun.)

"Checkmate!" Your roommate exclaimed with an exciting smile, even though he had just won three times in a row. Edward always beat you and now, you hardly bothered to put effort into winning. Honestly, the only reason you played at all was because it was his favorite game, other than riddles.

You both sat in the living room of your guys' apartment, next to a small stack of board games that Edward had laid out. This was something that had been incorporated in your night routines, unless one of you were too tired to play.

"You're smart, but your intellect is no match for mine," he teased.

"Pfft. I don't really care. There's plenty of things I could beat you at."

"Oh? Like what?" he smirked.

You thought for a moment. "Wrestling. I could easily take you down."

Edward chuckled as he continued the stare down match you both were having.

Suddenly, your phone rang.

Without breaking eye contact, you grabbed your phone off of the coffee table and answered. "Hello?"

Edward felt his heartbeat quicken. Right now everything was perfect. The sound of raindrops tapping on the windows created a cozy atmosphere, especially when combined with the dimmed lights and warm tones of the apartment. This was his favorite pastime, especially now that he was playing with you,

"Oh, hey, Harvey."

When Edward first met you, you were patiently sitting in the corner of the GCPD. The sad look on your face prompted him to talk to you, and of course he began the conversation with a riddle. Although shy and reserved, you managed to answer correctly, and after a few more, you had Edward's interest.

"Tomorrow? At six o'clock?" You broke eye contact and began staring at the hardwood floor in thought.

Edward found out that you had been arrested after getting caught shoplifting. You justified yourself, saying that you had only stolen food. You were hungry, but had no money. Edward further pried into your life and living situation and eventually decided to take you under his wing after finding out that you were sleeping in an abandoned building. He pleaded with the Chief of Police to let you go and argued that they were wasting time arresting you when there were psychopaths and murderers running all over Gotham. The Chief agreed and let you off with a warning, and ever since then, you had been living at Edward's apartment in Gotham with a job that you loved.

"Yeah, that works for me." You smiled, dreamily.

Edward frowned. You seemed to be smitten with the District Attorney.

"Okay, see you then." You hung up and put your phone back on the table.

"What's happening at six o'clock?" Edward immediately asked, feeling apprehensive.

"I'm going on a date."

Edward felt his heart sink. He was in love with you, but you didn't know it. He wanted to tell you but he never had the right time or the courage. "With Harvey Dent? Where are you going?"

"Yes, and to see a movie," you answered, beginning to put away the chess board and pieces.

"What movie?"

"I don't know, he said it would be a surprise."

Edward stayed silent, feeling anxious.

"Are you okay?" It was rare for him to be this quiet.

"Yes, I feel perfectly fine. I'm think I’m going to sleep now. I have to work late tomorrow." He looked so sullen.

"Oh. Well, goodnight." You watched in confusion as he abruptly stood up.

He stopped and turned around, faking a smile at you before heading into his room. “Goodnight.”

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Moving as fast as you could, you added all the finishing touches to your hair and makeup. Going to the movies wasn't a dressy occasion, but you liked Harvey and wanted to look your best.

You walked up to the full length mirror for the last time, inspecting yourself from head to toe. It was almost six o'clock and Harvey would soon be coming to pick you up. Feeling way too anxious, you walked out into your living room and began straightening up the pillows on the couch, trying to make the apartment look more presentable.

Someone knocked at the door and your heart raced. Harvey was here. You walked over the door and opened it to reveal... "Ed? I thought you had to work late?" You let him in.

"Yes, but the GCPD wasn't as busy as usual today. What a convenience that you're still here! I forgot my key and thought I might have to stay outside until you came back."

"Yeah..." You stepped outside for a moment, looking around until you spotted Harvey's car in the distance. You hurried back inside, shutting the door and waiting beside it, nervously.

Edward noticed your outfit and frowned. It was his favorite outfit on you and he couldn't stand that you were wearing it for someone else. "Are you wearing that?"

You looked up at him in concern. "What's wrong with it?

He shook his head. "Oh... uh... nothing. I'm sorry I mentioned it."

You looked down at your clothes, inspecting them, then quickly ran back into your room to change. It was just as Edward had planned.

He took off his jacket and hung it on the coat rack, then peeked out the window to see Harvey just outside. Edward ran over to the door, opening it just in time to see Harvey's arm awkwardly hanging in the air with his hand in a fist, about to knock. Harvey let his arm drop back down to his side, slightly frowning as he looked Edward up and down, obviously wondering who the man in your apartment was. " Is (Y/N) here?"

"Yes, she is." Edward forced a polite smile, blocking the doorway.

"Well, could I come in?"

"Of course," Edward replied. But he still just stood there, making Harvey uncomfortable.

"Today?"

Edward moved aside and motioned for Harvey to come in, closing the door once they were both inside. Harvey was overdressed, still in one of the suits that he wore to work everyday.

"So, Mr. Dent," Edward began as he clapped his hands together. "It's awfully close to dinnertime to be calling on (Y/N), don't you think?"

Harvey deeply inhaled. "I don't smell anything cooking."

Edward did his best to hold in a glare. "It's frozen."

"Well, don't worry about it," Harvey crossed his arms, smiling in amusement. "I'll get her something."

"So just how long will you be gone?" Edward copied him, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. "(Y/N) and I have some important things to do."

Harvey quietly scoffed and frowned. "Who are you? Her brother?"

Edward was about to reply when suddenly you appeared, wearing a new outfit. The color brought out your kind and innocent eyes. But it didn't matter what you wore, you were beautiful and Edward wished he was the one you were dressing up for.

"Hey, Harvey." You smiled shyly as you walked into the room.

"Hello, (Y/N). You look great." Harvey greeted you with a quick kiss on the cheek, causing Edward to lose his composed expression and contort his face in disgust. Harvey didn't mind. In fact, he seemed to be ignoring Edward at this point.

"Well, shall we go?" Harvey opened the door and smiled warmly at you.

"Uh.. yeah!" You turned around momentarily to wave goodbye to Edward. He waved back, smiling longingly as he watched the man drag you away. He felt so alone already, but he knew he wouldn't be for much longer. He had planned your entire date.

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You and Harvey returned, disappointment written on both of your faces.

"Wow, back so soon?" Edward faked concern. Once you were inside, he tried to close the door before Harvey could follow, but Harvey pushed it open, giving Edward a threatening look.

"Yeah, the theater was closed," you replied. "When we pulled in, the police were everywhere. They said there was a dead body found inside and apparently the dead body belonged to a man involved in one of Harvey's cases. So... they need him to report to the police station as soon as possible." Harvey helped you take off your jacket and then hung it up.

"Oh, how disappointing." Edward turned around for a moment, struggling to contain his mischievous smile.

"Well, regardless, I still enjoyed tonight." Harvey took your hand and smiled. "I'm going to head out now, I hope we can reschedule."

"Definitely." You opened the door for him. "Feel free to stop by anytime."

"Yes, feel free to stop by anytime." Edward repeated, walking up next to you in the doorway so that Harvey could see him. "We're always here."

Part Two

#Gotham #x reader #Harvey dent x reader #Gotham's harvey dent #edward nygma x reader #two face #two face x reader #riddler #riddler x reader #oneshots #Gotham edward nygma x reader #Edward Nygma x reader x Harvey Dent #Riddler x reader x Two Face #Batman #batman villains #batman villains x reader #dc comics #dc villains x reader

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madame-fear · 2 years

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Hello friend! I have another request. I couldn't stop thinking about your laser tag imagine with Gotham! Jonathan Crane and I was hoping if you could actually write a little story of it. 😍

-Love Vinca ^^

Hello my dear Vinca! 🥰 As always it's a pleasure to receive your requests! I'm glad to hear that you liked the imagine haha, hope you like it my dear! 😍💖 (p.s: I'm too bad at finishing fics so I apologise haha)

~♥️ ENJOY YOUR READING ♥️~

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Laser Tag Date | Gotham!Jonathan Crane x Fem!Reader

Out of all the places your boyfriend could've chosen to have a date with you, he decided to take you laser tagging.

You had a very slight idea about laser tag, but you weren't entirely familiarised with it, so you thought to yourself that maybe after all it would be a fun and original idea if you two had a laser tag date. So, of course, you agreed.

At the present moment, you were walking around the dark environment, your black clothes matching the whole place. You were being very slow and quiet as possible, and all your senses were activated. For you, even if it was a game, the adrenaline of the moment was thrilling to you.

You slightly jumped and quickly turned around when a familiar voice suddenly appeared from behind you. "What a pleasant surprise, (Y/N)." It was your boyfriend. You pointed your laser gun at him as you rolled your eyes to his teaseful comment. "I'm kicking some asses over here. Don't try to distract me, Crane." You boldly spat as you walked a few steps backwards, since he was walking towards you. "Oh, don't worry. I'm not going to distract you, I just think you look very pretty all dressed in black, especially with that competitive personality."

Your back finally hit the dark wall, so you were pressed against the wall and his tall body. "You're not going to shoot me, are you?" He said teasingly. His cockiness was a sign that his Jonathan Crane persona was fading away, welcoming his Scarecrow personality to completely take over him...and you loved it. You couldn't manage to say anything to him, due to his hypnotising personality and enchanting blue eyes.

Your recently tensed body was now relaxing, and you gently put down the laser gun that you were strongly holding against your chest in a self protective manner as he sweetly caressed your cheek with the back of his index finger. He leaned in and gently kissed your lips as you entirely immersed yourself in it, cupping his cheek and simply forgetting about the rest that surrounded you. As he kissed you while you were pushed against the corner, you petted his long, brunette hair. Suddenly felt something cold and hard pressed against your chest, and out of nowhere your protective vest began to loudly sound. He had taken advantage of the situation, and shot you.

"Pew pew." He broke apart the kiss, not taking too long for his lips to form into a smirk at the sight of your perplexed face. You opened your mouth to complain against it, but before you could say anything he shushed you by kissing your head. He turned around and began walking away, leaving you like a confused blushing mess.

Before he fully walked away, he turned around to look at you with a pretencious smile. "You know, love, for being a newbie you're good at this game. But I just couldn't let you win." He sticked his tongue out in a joking manner and continued walking away. You were speechless as you watched him walk out of the room as if nothing happened. You weren't able to even protest against it and you just awkwardly stood in the corner, processing the situation.

Eventually, a few seconds later, your lips began forming a big smile as you quietly giggled to yourself, and your cheeks intensified their reddish colour. Sometimes, he could be very cocky when his Scarecrow persona took over, but you certainly loved him that way, and you would never change him for someone else. He was your cocky little fear reaper.

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youngstarfishphilosopher · 2 years

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Smoke and Mirrors

Yandere Two-Face X Oblivious Spouse Reader

(This one shot is based off the song Smoke and Mirrors. Warning: Mentions of kidnapping, being held at gunpoint, implied murder, extremely unhealthy behavior. )

You had always been known to see the good in everyone. It was one of the many things that Harvey loved about you.

Even from a young age, you had always had a good heart and always thought the best of the world,which is hard when you live in the hellhole known a Gotham City.

Although Gotham had taken away some of the innocent ways you view the world, the city never completely got rid of your optimistic and loving personality.And Harvey loved it.

The older you and Harvey got, the more he was certain he wanted to marry you. The first time he ever asked you out he was a nervous wreak. But he was overjoyed when you said yes.

After a while of dating, you decided to make your relationship official and go married two years later. Although life wasn't perfect, the two of you were happy with each other.

You worked as a kindergarten teacher while Harvey was pretty big on politics,mayors,law, and all the really random boring stuff you didn't have any interest in. But it made Harvey happy, so you were more than accepting of his interests.

Everything felt perfect. . . until it wasn't.

That one fateful day were everything in your life changed. You had been just finishing up with your shift when you got a call from the hospital.

"Hello?" You asked raising the phone up to your ear.

"Hello, Is this Y/N Dent?"

"Yes, this is. Can I help you."

You were still in the middle of your shift. So you assume that the person on the phone was one of the children's gaurdian.

Oh, how wrong you were.

"I'm one of the doctors from ________ hospital. I am calling to inform you that you husband has been in an accident."

You froze all in hearing those words. An accident? What kind of accident? Is he hurt? Is he DEAD?

"Hello?"

You snapped out of your shock when you heard the woman speak again. "Are you still there?"

"Y-yeah." You respond, your voice full of worry. "I'm still here."

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Harvey hated how he looked now. He had never been the same since that mob boss splashed acid on his face. He thought that once you saw his face, you would leave him forever, disgusted by the man you had once married.

But you... Oh sweet and kind you, stayed.

Even when Twoface came along, even with the switching and colliding personalities, even with the violent outbursts, you never gave up on him.

They both started growing obsessed, possessive,unstable. They made sure to keep there criminal activities out of your knowledge and leave you oblivious to the fact that they had been making the other people closest to you drop like flies.

This included Twoface. In all honesty, you didn't actually know about Twoface. Harvey just always played it off as him just having a really bad day whenever Twoface came through.

Neither of them could stand how some people, especially your co-workers, would look at you. How you were oblivious to the fact that so many of them wanted you for themselves.

They Despised it. How you never knew how much you had been hurting them. How you always gave those good for nothing meat sacks your attention.

Just who do you think you are to go and do something like that? Don't you know that you belong to them? Your THEIR spouse!

They would always come home annoyed and angry at those co-workers of yours. And at you sometimes as well.But you would always start acting all innocent and concerned,so they couldn't really stay mad at you for long. Harvey would just brush you off and say he had a rough day.

Twoface wanted to confront you head on. Show you a little murder or two and put it into your sweet little head that you can't go around doing something like that.

Harvey was opposed to the idea at first. Until one day he couldn't take it anymore. Two-face's idea had begun to sound extremely appeasing.

Especially because of one co-worker you had seemed to become attached to. They decided that they would be the perfect person for your punishment.

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Your head spun in a daze as you opened your eyes. You awoke finding yourself tied to a chair in a room you were unfamiliar with. As your eyesight started to clear up, you noticed two other figures in the room.

You soon recognized them. One of them was your husband, and the other one was your co-worker. The co-worker that was like a best friend to you.

You starred in horror as you watch your friend , who was bound, blindfolded and gagged immediately receive a slap across their face by your husband.

"Stop struggling!"

"H-harv..."

You were terrified as you watched the man you loved hurt your best friend. He had never acted this way before. It was almost as if he wasn't your husband at all.

He immediately turned to you with a scowl on his face once he heard the sound of your voice . "Well, Well, Well. look who finally decided to wake up frome their beauty rest."

Your fear soon turned into anger one you had came back to your senses.

"W-what... Just what the hell is wrong with you?! What on earth did you do to them!?"

"Harvey's" eyes darkened at your outburst. As he walked up to you , regret seeped through you.

"Harvey" roughly grabbed you by your shoulders and lifted you and the chair you were tied to slightly off the ground to reach his face, making you let out a small wimper.

"Don't you dare raise your voice at me Y/N!" He snapped, holding your shoulders so hard that you started to think he was going to break them.

"Harv! S-stop it, your hurting me!" You wined. You then let out a small yelp as he immediately dropped you and almost made you fall over in your chair in the process.

"Hate to break it to ya sweetheart, but I ain't Harvey." Twoface said as he pulled out a pistol from its holder. That immediately shut you up. He took immediate notice of this.

Straddling himself onto your lap he raised the pistol to your chin and forced you to look up at him. Although his eyes were dark and bloodthirsty, they had a glint of amusement in them as well.

"Listen up darling." Twoface whispered into your ear. "Me and you are going to play a little game. And maybe, just maybe, I'll let that little home wreaker go free. How does that sound?"

You look past him to your friend. What other choice did you have? You couldn't just let your friend die.

Giving a satisfied smirk when you slowly nodded, Twoface put his pistol back into the holster. Now resting his arms on the top back of the chair, he sat there looking down on you.

"First things first, I want you to tell me that you love us."

"W-what?" You asked confused. "I don't un-"

"I know you heard me!" Twoface snaped. "Look me in my eyes and tell me that you love us!"

Flinching slightly from his out burst you took took a small pause before mumbling "I love you."

Twoface was getting aggravated at this point. "You and I both know that you can do better then that Y/N." He said now leaning even closer to you which made you extremely uncomfortable. "Lets try that again sweetheart, and this time, act like you mean it."

Taking a deep breath look looked up into the man's eyes and calmly stated the words that he so desperately wanted to hear. "I love you darling."

Twoface let out a small chuckle. "See, that wasn't so hard, now was it?"

You didn't say anything.

"The next thing I want you to do." He states, getting even closer to your face."Is give us a kiss."

Wanting to get this whole game of his over with you immediately smashed your lips into his. Twoface responded by kissing back even harder as he roughly grabbed the sides of your head to bring you in closer.

He made sure that the kisses happened for as long as possible.

It soon got to the point were he would move away from your lips ,for your neck, and then move back to your lips again.

Once he was satisfied with all the hickeys he had given you, he pulled away slowly, leaving a taste of blood and copper on your lips.

He was able to quickly compose himself before going to the last part in his little "game".

Getting off your lap, Twoface reached into his pocket and pulled out a shiny metal coin.

" You should know that this last little part of my game darling, is a game I like to call Heads or Tails."

Your heart sank into your chest. You had a feeling that you knew exactly where this was going.

"Here is how this is going to work. If The coin lands on the clean side, then I'll let your so-called friend go. If lands on the scratched side, then I pump them full of lead."

"W-wha-"

Before you could get a word in, he threw the coin into the air. As it gently fell back into his palm, he slapped the coin onto his other hand and reviled it to be . . .

Scratched.

Ignoring all of your begging and pleading, Twoface immediately pulled the pistol back out from its holster, and headed towards his hostage.

Ripping the gag off their mouth, you could hear small relived breaths.

Tears started to stream from your eyes as you kept on pleading to no avail. You then watched Twoface raise the gun to their forehead.

Then . . .

The sound of a gunshot fires.

You just sat there in shock. You tried to speak, but no words seemed to come out.

Harvey had now taken over as the two of them walked back over to you.

Sitting back onto your lap, he placked his head comfortably onto your shoulder.

You wanted to yell at him. Punch him. Kick him. Run away. But for some reason, you couldn't bring yourself to do it.

"Please don't be sad love." Harvey lovingly whispered into your ear. "We just couldn't take it anymore."

Sitting back upright, Harvey gently wiped the tear that had trickled down your face.

" Their not in the way anymore s-so just. . . " His voice now sounded desperate. "Please say that you'll stay with us. . . We love you so so much, darling. "

#harvey dent #dc x you #two face #harvey dent x reader #yandere #dc villains x reader #yandere dc villains #yandere batman villains #yandere x reader #yandere x you

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enchantresqueen · 2 years

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Ok I need more Vandal Savage story or fic and female or oc reading

#vandal savage #dc villains x reader #dc universe #vandal savage x reader

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just-a-small-obsession · 10 months

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The Sun and the Moon

Chapter two

Jonathan

Wake, chores, eat, chores, school, chores. Repeatedly this cycle continued, and I found comfort in it eventually. Granny being the ruthless religious life drainer forced me into praying to her God, lord, and savior. The Bible was the only literature that was aloud in the house, just reading a school textbook could have me end up in the chapel. The Chapel, a place that people deem holy and full of God's love, is a place that is most certainly what Granny called hell. Life here in Arlen was hell, in this house, school, even in my head, it was hell. Today wasn't any different from any other, doing the household chores and mowing the lawn as well as tending to the fields.

"I want you to go to the market, you hear me?"

"Yes ma'am"

"No dilly-dallying boy"

"Yes ma'am"

The three items on the list were regulars(eggs, bread, milk) and granny never cooked good meals. She baked once a month, but it was only the same dry corn muffins that tasted of air. I could easily go to the gas station and get what's on the list, but Granny always knows if it is not from the store. A witch, a hag is what he called her. It became late afternoon when I got to my street from running the arena, slowing and shorting the steps I take in the fact that two individuals are leaving granny's house. A whothat looks about in his middle twenties and a gwho looksoked about my age.

Look what's new in the neighborhood.

I can hear him taunt her, but my eyes stayed on the girl in question, she was practically running from granny's house, who would blame her, the man says something to her, and she quickly changes moods. They both retreat into their newly bought home. The word home was taking a spoonful of bitter medicine. I take the bags and put the food away in the kitchen for a moment. I look out the small window above the sink. The dark chapel mocked me in its stillness. I can hear the rocking of her chair in the living room with her mumbling of prayers whistling through her lips.

"Come here, boy."

Her scratchy voice made my neck stiffen.

"Yes ma'am"

"The new neighbor paid a visit while you were away, Brother and sister, the sister is around your age. You better mind yourself Jonathan; I don't want you to make her a sinner like you. It would be a shame for a girl like her to become a deviant, even though it seems that she is being raised by one."

Silence

"Do you understand me, boy?"

Continue silence

"I said, Do. You. Understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am"

"Wash up and say your prayers."

"Yes Ma'am"

Turning away from Granny, I headed upstairs to my small bedroom that only contained simple necessities. My only window pointed to the neighbor's house, the girl's room. I could see that she was getting ready to go to sleep, as was I, the girl looked out her window as she sat on her bed. The same chapel I fear was to the interest of the girl. The bed squeaked as I sat down and pulled a hardcover psychology book from in-between my mattress and topper. Indulging myself before I too fell asleep for school in the morning.

#dc villains x reader #jonathan crane x reader #scarecrow x reader

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lazypanartist · 2 years

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Juxta-Pose for the Painter

Ghoul x Artist! Reader Headcanons

I know I'm only taking requests for Young Justice and RotTMNT, but I've kinda got Batman Beyond in my head rn (If you haven't heard of it, it's from the late 90s early 2000s, future Batman. Y'all should watch it; there's a movie.)

IIRC, Ghoul is only in the movie "Batman Beyond: Return of the Joker" and a Justice League Unlimited episode. Still, love him to bits.

Notes: lots references to the movie/series; sorry if y'all don't know what I'm talking about

Implied pining on Ghoul's side, drug mentions if you know the series, no beta (never a beta reader, I s2g)

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It's not uncommon for regular people to be affiliated with the Jokerz in some way

Life debts

Trade rings

Links for addicts to get slappers, or those interested in getting splicers

Some relationships were far tamer, though

Ghoul was a perfect model for you when he could be

Holding a pose for maybe an hour at a time

His tattered clothes the perfect subject for wind-swept drawings, each frayed edge moving like a tentacle within the waves

His pale skin contrasting wonderfully with any background or new accessory

Gaunt cheekbones the subject for some of your most detailed expressive pieces

He never spoke much during your sessions

Letting you do your work in peace, ask him to tilt his head this way or that

It was funny, almost

One of the most feared Jokerz of Gotham, bending to the whim of a civillian

The juxtaposition wasn't lost on him

But you were a quiet reprieve from his usual stress-filled life

Not demanding, save for poses

You never asked him for anything

Likewise, all he asked of you was to keep some of your pieces

You give him plenty art of himself in various media

Watercolors, charcoal, acrylic

Beneath the full moon or a sunset, even though you had only drawn him while on your balcony

But some of your art was of other things

He keeps a small sketch you had done inside his pumpkin basket;

A snapshot into your shared sessions

It wasn't clean or detailed, but he kept it on him as a reminder of what his life was outside of the gang;

What it could really be if he asked for it

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Mmmmmmm more sleep deprived Headcanons. Yummy.

Reqs open until further notice, thanks

#batman beyond #batman beyond ghoul #ghoul #ghoul x reader #x reader #xreader #batman beyond ghoul x reader #x reader headcanons #dc #dc villains #dc villain x reader #dc villains x reader #dc x reader

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absolutelysmittensimp · 2 years

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Imagine, being a villain with robot assistants, who somehow becomes sentient and is now your close friends

They're so nice n kind with you, it's so cute :'(

You're neglecting your well being? Haha! Not for long.

They're dragging your ass away from your work station. You better fucking take care of yourself this instant if you don't want your building privileges revoked by your own creations

Honestly? They're family at this point.

Your having one of your sad episodes? You will get smothered with love and comfort for the whole day.

It's okay to cry, it's okay to tell them what stuff you're thinking bout, they will be there for you listening and give you the comfort you need <33

The robots who're built in a more softer way than the other's are bear hugging you.

Sick? You're now glued to your bed, they're overly worried so they all decided to put you to bed and give you the treatment you need!

You got some illness that you inherited from your parents? They already have those installed within their bodies, you need your medication? *Opens chest plate* Here (why do I hear join us for a bite playing in the bg? )

Someone messing with you? The much intimidating robots are scaring them away, ain't no way they gonna let some jerk mess w you 😒

You got someone who you see as a younger sibling? All of them now sees the person as their younger sibling too, they're now part of the family :)

You don't even need to hire bodyguards when you can have your strongest robots follow you wherever you go, plus, they won't even think about betraying you in any way!

Oh-em-gee you're crushing on someone? Your whole robo-family became your wingmen now, congratulations

Don't worry, they know you well enough to know what you like and dislike in the romantic department

You have a s/o who makes you very happy and it's a overall healthy relationship? they're part of the family now. They won't be taking no as an answer. They can see how perfect y'all are for each other.

They will instantly get you out of any unhealthy relationships, you deserve happiness. No way they're gonna let you stay with someone like that.

(now I'm soft for this robo-family I made in my head)

#dc x reader #dc villains x reader #villain reader #gn reader btw

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hana-no-seiiki · 20 days

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THE BETTER DAMIAN

“Beloved…”

Damian stared at you and then your new pet.

“Hm?”

You looked at him innocently. Eyes wide in anticipation of his following words.

“I enjoy your competitive spirit. I truly do.” He pinched the bridge of his nose.

How did you even get this thing? He had been keeping track of all your heists recently but never heard of you going to the zoo or anything.

Sometimes he wishes he agreed on Tim’s offer of 24/7 surveillance. Damn it. If only that didn’t mean his older brother got to see you in your bed/bathroom too.

“Get to the point, Wayne.”

“Maybe a panther is a bit too much?”

“You’re just jealous cause I’m spending more time with the better Damian.”

“That’s besides the point.”

“So you are jelly!”

“Yes. Yes I am.”

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acapelladitty · 14 days

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Whole Day Off: The Meal

Pairing: Jonathan Crane/Female Reader

Summary: After being invited out to attend a romantic dinner with the infamous Scarecrow, you find that his intentions are as complicated as ever as he enjoys your company. (6.3k words)

(tw for: outdoor sex, fingering, dirty talk, orgasm, mild voyeurism, cum marking, unprotected sex, mild sub/dom dynamic, possessive behaviour etc)

Whole Day Off Masterlist

Link to AO3 Series

Enjoying a dreamless sleep as your body recovers from your play, it’s no less shocking when Crane’s hands wrap around your upper arms and shake you awake with clear urgency pinching at his tone.

“Up now, little mouse. You need to get ready and move.”

“Wh-hello?” Groggily sitting up, you adjust to his presence before you with bleary features – eyes narrowed and mouth feeling dry as hell as you stretch your arms overhead. The residual aches from your earlier fuck are quick to make themselves known as you wince in discomfort.

“In a few moments, Waylon Jones, better known to most people as Killer Croc, will be visiting to drop-off some necessary equipment for my experiments. I have no time to hide you so you must play your part again as a victim and play it well.” His words are even despite the hurried tone and Crane’s hands clasp over your own as he pulls you to your feet.

Still disorientated from your broken sleep, it takes you a moment to follow his gaze but doing so forces your eyes to the dental chair and your throat tightens as you realise what he’s asking. You may have forgiven him for the mess with Sionis but you had not forgotten and the discomfort which roiled in your chest every time the dental chair caught your eye was undeniable.

At your feet, your clothes lie in a messy pile and you bend in place to snatch them up. Pulling on your long-abandoned shirt with trembling hands, you focus on Crane’s words as he explains the situation with his typical, reserved attitude.

“Jones works for me from time to time doing grunt work. He will be dropping off some electronics I require so I will ask that you remain in the chair until he has left. Your presence will not seem off if you perform accordingly.” Pausing as though considering something, he is nevertheless quick to carry on. “I understand that you have no desire to find yourself back in the chair so soon but I can promise you that this situation will be nothing like the previous.”

Padding across the floor, tracing the familiar walk to the dental chair with a zombie-like gait, you sit down on it gingerly – every nerve in your body tensed and desperate to bolt as Crane follows your footsteps to stand before you.

"Waylon Jones is not a creature built on cruelty, nothing like Sionis. More a victim of his circumstances than anything. He will pay you no mind."

Struggling to articulate the whirlwind of anxieties and questions which are fluttering through your mind, Crane seizes the opportunity to speak again.

"Do you trust me?"

The question of the hour.

Nodding even though the agreement doesn't fully ring true within your heart, you allow him to secure you into the chair. Watching him with a trembling mouth, you notice how loose the restraints around your limbs sit and the dread within your chest lightens slightly as you take the merciful act as a small, unspoken apology of the previous mistreatment.

Quick to fix you in place and beat a hasty retreat, you startle as Crane's fingers brush along your jaw - an odd look playing on his features for only a moment before he schools it away and walks back to his workbench.

Unsure what to make of that, you banish the thoughts to focus on the task at hand.

Heavy footsteps approach within minutes and the stairs seem to tremble under the weight as Waylon Jones descends into the basement.

Trapped, you can't help but feel an awe-filled fear as you watch the hulking man struggle to fit down the somewhat narrow staircase. At seven feet, he towered over Crane, a fact made worse by the sheer bulk of him as green muscle filled the space. His reptilian skin looked tough and pitted, chest and upper legs covered by clothing which was slightly torn and frayed around the edges.

Across his back lay a large sack and Waylon carefully deposited it to the ground. It was massive and you could tell that it was heavy from the quiet thud of contact it made with the hard flooring.

"Good evening, Waylon." Crane greeted coolly. "How was the acquisition?"

Opening his mouth to reply, sharp rows of stained teeth shone from Waylon's inhumane maw. "Easy. There was no one in the building so I just grabbed it and went." He growled, his voice vibrating across the room as you kept up a showman struggle against the dental chair.

"Even stole a few extra bits, just in case."

"Excellent. Your payment is in the usual place." Audibly pleased, Crane clapped his hands together as he surveyed the collection. "Your work is an impeccable as always, Mr. Jones."

As Crane speaks, something seems to catch Waylon off-guard and he goes still. His body tenses and his head almost seemed to swim in the air for a moment as he scents something out with long inhales. After a moment, his head snaps in your direction and a visceral thrill of pure fear shoots up your spine.

Padded feet move a few feet in your direction and you freeze in position, pressing your back against the dental chair as Waylon comes to a stop a few feet away. Whatever faux fear you had feigned is now fully replaced by a very real horror as you realise that Crane would be unable to do anything should this monster decide to take a piece from you.

But nothing of the sort happened.

Something almost like regret washes through Waylon’s face as he stares at you, his nose continuing to flare as he sniffs out the fear which is no doubt pouring from you in waves as phantom memories of Sionis and how much more terrible this could be nips at your anxieties.

Waylon's snout twitches again, this time with confusion in his features, and he leans in closer to give you a more definite sniff. This close, you can see much more of his animalistic qualities; the reptilian eyes a subtle yellow as they sit neatly atop his slight snout.

"Waylon," Crane's voice rings out, firm and full of harsh warning, "away from her. Now. My work is no concern of yours."

Waylon ignores him and his snout twitches as he picks up on whatever he had been suspicious of. With the confirmation comes a sudden burst of anger as his reptilian eyes narrow and his features darken as he whirls on Crane.

"And they call me the monster." Waylon snarls lowly. "You're fucking them too? Using them like that?"

Truly furious, it was a frightening sight as Waylon stands to his full height and raises a threatening hand - the claws gleaming in the dim light - to Crane's chest. Shocked by the turn of events, any words you have die in your chest as you watch Crane refuse to back down.

"Waylon-"

"Don't ask me to work for you no more. No more favours, no more help. We're done."

Moving quicker than a seven-foot reptile should be capable of, Waylon pushes at Crane's chest with enough force to knock him clean onto his ass as a mixed expression of fury and confusion flashed across his features. It’s violent and shocking, a show of aggression which only amplifies the fear in your heart as sweat breaks out along your panicking limbs.

Still moving, Waylon was quick to return to you - his hands pulling free the restraints quickly as your struggle became real, not wanting this hulking beast to grab at you.

Mistaking your panic, Waylon wraps his arm around your body and picks you up easily as though you were a bag of sugar. Your breath catches in your lungs as he places you gently over his shoulder and you can feel one massive hand pinning itself to your lower back to secure you in place.

"I'll take you outta here, Miss. You can go to the Thompson clinic and tell Leslie you need help. She's good people. She'll help."

Through the shock and panic, something finally clicks in your mind and you burst into action, a surge of strength pulsing through your veins.

"I'm OKAY!" You yell, beating your fists on Waylon's scaled back as you watch Crane righting himself to his feet - his own breath clearly knocked from his lungs. "I’m okay! P-put me down, please!"

Waylon seems hesitant, pausing at the foot of the stairs, but follows your demand as he is unable to ignore your outburst and carefully plucks you from his shoulder to place you on your feet.

He says nothing, nostrils flaring as he watches you fix your outfit with trembling hands.

"I'm okay." You repeat. "He's not like th-he didn't rape me." You add explicitly, heading off the misunderstanding at its core.

"You sure?" Waylon asks, his back relaxing slightly as he settled onto his heels. "You don't gotta be frightened, his gas don't work on me."

Interesting to know.

"I'm sure. I come here because we're," you pause - unsure how to explain the mess that was your fraught relationship as you catch eyes with Crane for a moment, "seeing each other." You finish lamely.

Moving to stand behind you, the agitation which rolls off Crane makes the hair on the back of your neck stand to attention and you can feel how unhappy he is with this turn of events.

"Waylon, people can't know about her." Crane's low voice brushes past your ear and you lean back into him in a show of solidarity. "Sionis had a similar run-in and he has already come too close. You know what kind of man he is and if he knew the truth then…"

It's a subtle manipulation but one you play into as you allow fear to swallow your features. Waylon nods quickly, understanding alighting in his expression as he glances between the two of you.

"Secrets safe with me, Doc.” Waylon straightened his back to his full height, his head almost brushing the ceiling as he assumes a more relaxed stance. “And you seem nice.” His reptilian head tilting in your direction, Waylon continues as his gaze flicks to Crane. “She's pretty and seems nice. Too nice for-"

Waylon cuts himself off, a guilty look blossoming on his features as he realises the insult that he almost gave without thought.

Crane finishes it for him.

"Too nice for me. You're not wrong, Mr. Jones."

x-x-x-x-x

With Waylon gone, Crane’s agitation seemed to ebb and flow as he paced the basement with a firm determination.

“Waylon is dependable and discrete. His knowledge won’t impact anything.”

Unsure if the statements were directed at you or more of an external monologue, you answer regardless as you finish slipping your feet into your shoes.

“He seems fine enough. The papers and news are always very cruel about him and the things he’s been accused of.” And it was true. A Killer Croc appearance on the news was irregular and often accompanied by alleged sightings which contained footage that put the Bigfoot evidence to shame in terms of how shoddy it was; anything to bolster the reports of cannibalism and cruelty. “He also knows how to treat a woman.”

Responding to the tease with a thoroughly sour look, Crane stops his movements long enough to pin you with a scowl.

“Am I to take that as a criticism?”

“Take it as you like.” You answer evenly.

“In that case, I will discard the invitation to dinner which was simmering within my thoughts.”

Now wait a minute. “Dinner?”

“Yes.” Crane nodded. “Did we not discuss sharing a meal? I know your apartment was suggested and offered; however, I do realise that such short notice wouldn’t be considered polite or feasible.”

Your underfed stomach making itself known at the very prospect of a decent meal, the subtle rumble perks your attention up as you pretend to consider the offer – a recollection of actually offering your own apartment lacking in your memory.

“It would be rude of me to decline such a generous offer, Dr. Crane.”

“A dinner then. Meet me at this address at 7pm and I will reserve the space.” Scrawling the information on a slip of paper that he snatched up from his work desk, Crane thrust it within your hands. “Get a cab. I’ll also arrange the return trip.”

Not feeling like you had much of a choice in the matter as you look at the address - the restaurant not too far away based on its postcode. Excited by the prospect, you give an eager nod as a girlish flutter afflicts your stomach; your mind already vaguely scoping out your wardrobe for something nice to wear.

“Sure.”

x-x-x-x-x

Nervously tugging at the edge of the tablecloth as your fingers dance along the tacky red and white plaid, the passing waiters occasionally flick their eyes towards your table as they hold off on making any approach until your other guest has seated himself. Having elected to throw on a simple black dress paired with some low heels, you had even made enough of an effort to put on a little makeup – your eyes enhanced by a smudge of eyeliner while a neutral red colour tinges your lips.

Catching a cab had been easy enough and you were five minutes early, a fact you had made the host aware of as you walked in and requested the table for Gruidae, following Crane’s earlier instructions to use the false name. He had made the booking, and the spot you were reserved was far from the bright lights which flooded the centre of the restaurant. It was a nice, intimate booth with comfortable room for two while allowing for a little privacy.

Speak of the devil.

A dark shape covered the table for only a moment as Crane walks past your elbow, stopping at the side of the booth as he pauses to take in your appearance – a choice while allows you do to the exact same as something fond curls in your chest at the sight of him.

Surprisingly, Crane also seems to have made an effort.

More used to seeing him in his lab coat and simple shirts, the deep brown suit which hangs off his body is quite stunning, if a little outdated. A grey shirt, one you don’t recognise, sits below the suit jacket and the ensemble fills him out nicely as it takes the edges away from his gaunt frame.

“Hi.”

“Good evening.” Crane replies evenly, seating himself across from you as he unbuttons his jacket. “That’s quite the dress, little mouse.”

Pressing your elbows together to enhance the low dip of your cleavage, you don’t miss the way his eyes drop to enjoy the view before darting back up to your face.

“This old thing?” You smile, careful not to catch the edge of the brand-new dress on the wooden leg of the table. “I wasn’t sure how intense the dress code was. Your suit is lovely, by the way, makes you look very handsome.”

He shrugs the compliment off with ease, a disbelieving casualness that speaks to how rarely anyone much say something positive about him.

“It’s cold out there and I doubt my typical attire would be appreciated.”

“The lab coat?”

“I was thinking more about my costume and mask, witty girl. A touch too recognisable to allow for a nice meal.”

Feeling slightly embarrassed but enjoying the teasing quality of the simple conversation, you let it slide as your waiter appears by the side of the table.

“Some drinks for the table?”

“Large glass of house red.” Crane answers without missing a beat, his gaze settling on you as he continues. “And?”

“Vodka and lemonade, with a splash of blackcurrant.”

“Excellent. I’ll get those through for you.”

As the waiter departs, his polished back shoes tapping along the tiled flooring, you notice Crane watching you with a question lurking in his gaze.

“Yeah?”

“I just wasn’t expecting you to order a hard spirit.” He confesses with a deadpan tone. “I was expecting something more muted. Or sensible.”

“I like vodka.” Feeling defensive, you drop your elbows from the table. “Mixes with anything and doesn’t cloud my judgement as much as wine.”

A fact which makes the slightest smirk touch at his lips. “Why the need for a clear head? Are you nervous, little mouse?”

“No.” You lie, butterflies fluttering within your chest. “I’m just not much of a risk taker.”

At that, he can’t hide his disbelief as a scoff quickly fizzles into a doubtful stare. “Is that so? And what would you call agreeing to attend a dinner with a wanted madman? A person who has mistreated and abused your lovely body in the most carnal of ways?”

Smiling politely at the waiter, his sudden reappearance causing Crane to drop his point as he accepted his glass of wine without thanks, you take a short sip of your drink as you fix Crane with a teasing look.

“I call that a free dinner.”

“And what gave you the impression I was paying for this outing?”

“I seem to recall you coming into a substantial amount of money recently from a mutual friend of ours. I assumed that some of that money would benefit me in some way. Since, well, you know…”

Trailing off, you offer him a sweet smile and Crane is unable to hide the amusement which floods his features as he finds himself manipulated into agreeing.

“In that case,” he sipped from his wine, “I suppose that it would be the polite thing to do.”

x-x-x-x-x

After another two rounds of drinks and a dinner which was admittedly quite delicious, your decision to wash away the creamy carbonara which now sat warmly in your stomach with a lemon and raspberry cheesecake – the tartness of the dessert cutting across your tongue beautifully – was one which you couldn’t hide your pleasure at.

Humming away contentedly as you cut another small piece with your fork, you allowed Crane to continue with his discussion. Maybe it was the wine or maybe it was the comfort of such a tasty meal, but the reserved nature which Crane always revelled in had mellowed and with it came a great opportunity to ask questions which you had always been too nervous to.

“And which of the other costumed villains do you have the least amount of time for?”

It also turned out that Crane was quite the opinionated man when it came to his thoughts on others. A trait which you would have easily describes as ‘bitchy’ had it been applied to any other person.

“Joker is the least dependable to associate with but a necessity if one wishes to remain aware of the more dangerous plots occurring across the city.” Crane scowled, his spindly finger tapping his glass as a subtle flush sat high on his cheeks. “Dent fears me in a primal way and his fear manifests as aggression which makes any interaction a risk as he is very vocal in his desire to blow a hole in my chest with his magnum. Recent events have also placed Sionis low on my list.”

Pleased with that, you tilt your head and give him a small smile, ignoring the little voice in your head that was determined to remind you of his guilt in that manner. The restaurant around you was quiet with only a few other tables filled with various pairs and one small family tucked away in one of the corner booths. All people with their own lives and absolutely no awareness of the monster who sat amongst them nor the woman who he held within his grip.

“If you are finished, I will settle the bill and meet you by the front doors.”

Glancing down at the almost empty plate, you can’t face the last few bites and so you give him a quick nod, standing from your chair as you drain the last of your drink – the ice clinking against your teeth.

Moving to walk past him, you pause long enough to run your hand across his shoulder as your head drops to his cheek.

“Thank you for dinner.” You mutter, pressing a soft kiss against his jaw, the stubble there grating against your lips.

His response is a non-committal grunt and you fight the urge to roll your eyes as you pull your jacket on and head towards the front door of the restaurant. Stepping out into the cold night, you shudder at the sudden chill as your eyes take in the surroundings.

Above you, the moon hangs against the blackened sky in a lovely crescent shape. The streets are dead, only a few shambling bodies of finished workers and drunks from the bar two blocks over stumbling their ways home. Feeling pleasantly warmed due to the vodka stirring your insides, it still isn’t enough to combat the cold air and you cross your arms to your chest since you are unable to do much about the chill accosting your bare legs.

Crane joins you quickly enough, the scent of red wine on his breath as he passes you closely. Curious as to how he plans to get you home, you voice your concerns.

“Are we getting a cab?”

Standing to his full height, Crane tilts his head down at you and his features are as stoic as ever but a slight playfulness seems to be touching at his eyes.

“On such a night? No. I think we can manage the short walk to the warehouse. It should take around ten minutes.”

Taking his arm within your own, a bold movement which causes him to cock a brow, you allow him to lead you on the correct path as you mutter beneath your breath.

“What was that, little mouse?”

Crane’s elbow digs into your side as he awaits an answer and you glance to the side as you meet his gaze head-on.

“Cheapskate.”

His response is a measured huff, somewhere between annoyance and amusement, but he doesn’t deny the claim as his long legs march across the sidewalk forcing you to keep pace.

It really is a beautiful night and your thoughts are jumbled as you walk in a companionable silence. Dinner had been lovely, not just the food, but to get to watch the infamous Scarecrow in a much more relaxed and intimate setting was interesting. He was as brash as ever, his twisted morality making his answers to questions honest and refreshing as much as they were, at times, concerning.

Even his body language was more relaxed as he wined and dined.

The tension which littered his every word and action appeared lessened, his lips quicker to quirk into genuine amusement as he enjoyed your discussions. Your life, much less interesting than his, had taken up less of your shared time as a wicked curiosity controlled your own tongue – forcing you to ask questions about a world you had no interest in visiting.

So lost in your own thoughts, when Crane eventually tugs at your arm to grab your attention it comes as a genuine shock and you gasp in surprise.

“I have been considering your denial that you engage in risk taking behaviours.” He says, his head twisting to either side as he examins the empty street around you both. “It interests me.”

“Mmm-hmm.” Curious to why he had stopped, you follow his gaze to see the same emptiness filling the space. Apartments surround you, some with lights on and most without, and to your right is an alleyway which leads to the emergency fire exits of two separate apartment blocks.

“I think it’s a claim we need to further examine.” Thin hands shift to drop to your waist, snaking their way within your jacket to grip at your dress where it covers your hips. It’s a rough touch, one which makes your cheeks flush as you feel the air between you thicken as he stands before you, blocking out anything which isn’t him.

“You say that like I’m not walking back to your basement with you.” You counter, your own hands coming to a rest atop his forearms, fingers stroking along the thick material of his suit. “A place where i’ve been tied up and abused more times that I’d like to count.”

“I wasn’t thinking of waiting that long.”

In a flash of movement, his hands grow even tighter around your hips as he pulls you into the darkened alleyway to your right – the only illumination coming from the crescent moon which hangs in the sky and the neon flashing of a nearby pharmacy sign. So caught off guard by the sudden change of position, you issue a short yelp as his hands push you roughly against the wall, the harsh brick pressing against your back as his much larger body caged your own.

Anxiety clawing at your chest as your eyes struggle to accustom themselves to the darkness, Crane’s enveloping presence also sparks heat in your groin; your cunt clenching pitifully as warmth floods your lower stomach. His touch is always electric and here, in this filthy alleyway where anyone could be watching, it feels even more alive.

Bearing down against you, the scent of his cologne is strong and his leg moves to fill the space between your thighs. His groin hot against your hip, you can feel the growing hardness there as he assails you. Sighing as his hand rides up your dress, you spread your legs apart to allow him easier access as his fingers ghost across your thigh.

“Dr. Crane?” You interrupt, tone forcing itself to be as empty as his own, if a little strained as your heart flutters.

“Yes?”

“Your hand is up my dress.”

“And how does that make you feel, little mouse.” Playing the game, Crane’s piercing eyes pin you into place in a way his hands never could.

“It’s hot.” You groan, shifting your weight so that his hand is forced to move across your panties; the fabric there already feeling wet as he thumbs it lightly. “It makes me feel wanted, but I’m scared that we’ll get caught and someone will see us.”

“Scared, witty girl? Oh, I doubt that.” Crane chuckles, his voice low and dangerous. “We haven’t played with your true fears in too long. This here, what you are experiencing, is a mild anxiety nothing more, but I may have a cure.”

“A cure? What- oh.” Your question is killed off by the sudden pressure of his fingers as he slips them past your panties to sink two digits into your cunt, the flush of pleasure making your grip of his arms tighten as you press down on his hand.

“Responsive as ever.” He mutters, fingers gently curling within you as he pumps them slowly, taking his time to feel out every slight flutter and clench of your walls as he teases you. “I think that fucking a known supervillain in a filthy alleyway is a perfect method of exposure therapy to overcome that pesky anxiety.”

Shuddering into his chest as you press your head forward, your right hand trembles as it fumbles messily with his fly – desperate to please him as his fingers slipped free of your cunt to stroke smoothly along your slit.

It takes only a moment for you to free him, snaking his cock through the opened fly as it juts free proudly, the length twitching in your grasp as you match your movements to his own – the alcohol in your veins making you bold while your head spins.

He doesn’t make a sound but his lips part slightly as you stroke your hand across his length, its weight familiar and heavy in your palm as the velvety skin responds to your attention by growing stiffer with every passing moment. You both continue like this for a few minutes, the silence only punctuated by deep breaths and restrained grunts, your own control much less practised than Crane’s as you use his chest for support.

“The Scarecrow demands payment, witty girl. He had fed you, watered you, and allows you to walk safely through these evening shadows safely.” Growling the demand into your ear, his lips tickle your skin and you can’t help but give a childish giggle in response before gathering yourself as you tighten your grip on his cock.

“And what does he want from me?” You moan as Crane’s middle finger rubs delicately across the hood of your clit, gently stimulating the nub below. “I don’t have any money to offer him and I’m too weak and helpless to survive any of his wicked experiments.”

“Lies.” Crane accuses, breaking character for only a moment before regaining his composure. “But the Scarecrow has a different fate in store for you. You who spreads your legs so easily for a monster that you would let him fuck you in this decrepit alleyway if he asked.”

“God, yes, I would. Please-please ask him to fuck me.” You stutter out, rolling your thumb across the sensitive line between his cockhead and shaft – a motion which you know drives him wild.

It gets the desire result and your breath catches in your lungs as his hand pulls free of your panties to instead grip your shoulders, forcing you to turn around as face the wall as he maintains a rough presence against your back.

Flipped in position, the cool brick of the wall is rough against your face and you bring your forearm up to act as a barrier as you feel his hands pulling up the hem of your jacket and dress, exposing your underwear and ass to the night breeze.

“I’m going to fuck you right here and now, little mouse.” Fingers squeezing your ass roughly, Crane grinds the tip of his cock against your cunt as he croons the words into your ears. “And if anyone sees us then all they will see is the great Scarecrow and his willing mistress, a foolish little mouse who lets a monster use her for his own pleasure.”

His words going straight to your cunt, your thighs rub together for only a moment before being forced apart by his hand as he guides his cock to your aching hole.

His mistress.

His dear one.

Sentimental musings quickly put to bed as he wraps his arm around your waist, thin fingers delving within your cleavage to grope roughly at your left tit as he sinks his cock within you in one sharp thrust; your cunt so wet and willing that he meets almost no resistance as he buries himself fully.

Body aching with need, you meet his savage thrusts with enthusiasm, pushing your ass against him as he ruts within you – his thin body pressing against your back and making you feel every inch of his presence as he consumes you, inside and out. Groaning and mewling, the noises reverberate in the alleyway until Crane’s fingers press into your mouth, two digits pressing down on your tongue to mute you as much as possible.

His free hand also snakes its way around your body as his long limbs allow him to access the front of your sex, a cruel finger quickly resuming his torment of your clit as you buck and writhe against him.

Of the things that you liked about him, his quick study and commitment to retaining your every reaction is certainly up there and your legs feel unstable as he manipulates the sensitive hood and skin surrounding your clit without touching the nub itself.

Unable to speak due to the fingers in your mouth, you bite down on the digits roughly and bask in the pained growl which issues into your ear as he retracts them. He responds in kind though, his breath hot on your neck for a moment before blunted teeth sink into your skin in a rough bite, his tongue massaging the mark as you arch your back into him.

“Dr. Crane!” You moan, the words punctuated by a shuddering breath as his cock continues to glance off your cervix in a deliciously uncomfortable way. “Jonathan, please, I-”

“I think I like it when you say my first name, witty girl.” His groin flush against your ass as he remains buried to the hilt within you, Crane’s breathing was stilted and punctuated by soft pants of exertion. “I should hear you beg with it more often.”

A statement which makes your cunt spasm as the heat and merciless pressure of his cock finally snaps the tight band of arousal which had been steadily building within your groin, your release hitting with a guttural groan as you bury your mouth within your forearm to mask the sound. Pleasure cascades through you as your cunt is filled and pulses around him.

Determined to reach his own end, Crane revels in the way which your cunt wraps around his cock, every spasm and clench of your orgasm pulling him deeper as it milks him for what it’s worth. His hand, mercifully, drops from your clit and instead returns to your chest, his fingers pinching viciously at your nipple as he uses your body for leverage.

You recognise the tell-tale warnings of his release before it hits. His breathing grows even more erratic as his thrusts grow sloppier, hands increasing their grip as if to pin you in place and leave you unable to escape while he marks you as his own. With an animalistic grunt that almost matches your own, his mouth presses against your neck as he buries his cock as deeply as possible within you.

Heat floods your cunt as you realise that, in the whirlwind of the moment, neither of you had bothered with any protection and the realisation makes you groan as you feel the fullness of his release coating your walls. Your birth control would take care of any peskiness but the sensation of him filling you in such a primal way makes your cunt spasm anew as you grind against him.

It’s not until he pulls out a few moments later that you relax your body, almost falling backwards into him as you feel him tucking his softening cock away. Your jacket and dress are still ruched up around your waist but you’re content to remain like this as you feel him shift your panties back into position. His fingers brush your sensitive hole and you shudder in place as you feel the wet discomfort of your mixed release as it leaks free of you to quickly stain the fabric – your thighs feeling just as damp due to his earlier teasing.

Your head feels light as Crane spins you in place, twisting you so that your back is now pressing against the cool brick of the wall. His face is flushed, the sharp features mellowed by his satisfaction but his eyes remain as piercing as ever, the irises appearing darker due to the dilation of his pupils.

“You’re going to walk home like this.” Crane purrs, his hand cupping your sex through the panties, smearing the mess there further with his fingers. “As a reminder of who you belong to and just how far the Scarecrow will go to teach his little mouse how to overcome her petty anxieties.”

The sticky mess between your legs is uncomfortable but hot as hell and you nod dumbly in agreement, the inhibition of the vodka mixing with the recently-fucked bliss to make you painfully compliant as you keep a soft hold of his shoulders for balance.

His hand pulls free from under your dress and he quickly fixes the rest of the material for you, tugging at the base to even out the hemline before adjusting the neckline to ensure that your chest was covered. Letting him do as he wished, you instead focus your attention on his expression, drinking in the familiar haze which settles across his features when he’s also freshly fucked and clearly pleased.

“Thank you for dinner.” You hum out once again, voice sated and almost drowsy as you allow him to take the lead and link his arm within your own – his auburn hair in a state of disarray due to the breeze and the sweat which sits on his hairline. “It was nice.”

His head turns to you as he fixes you with an unreadable expression.

“Think nothing of it. I feel it was somewhat overdue and owed.” He comments, eyes narrowing slightly as he takes in the shiver which consumes your upper body at the chilly evening. With a smooth movement, his hands slip within his pockets to pull free a pair of thin, dark gloves; his fingers quick to pass them to you silently as he presses you to place them on.

Thankful for the small gesture, you smile up at him as your thighs stick together uncomfortably with every small step. You pull the gloves on, the material clearly too big for you but effective nonetheless as it kept the cold from your fingers.

In the frigid night, the moon hanging high against the bleak sky, you tuck your body as closely to Crane’s as you reasonably can as you seek out something unspoken which you doubt he is capable of giving. He allows it though, his arm linked within your own acting as an anchor more than anything but his thoughts are his own as he mindlessly leads the way back to his warehouse hideout.

Bringing your free hand to your chin, you inhale deeply and find satisfaction in the fact that the thin leather of the gloves holds a muskiness which you recognise as something uniquely him and you allow that small comfort to warm your thoughts as you ignore the pleasant ache and fatigue which makes your body feel heavier than it should.

Still, not the worst dinner you had ever sat through.

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