#reeves!verse

[finniestoncrane]

Hey, I like the new prompts :)

Please could I get 🍃for farrellozzie?

Thank you x

The First Night

Farrell!Penguin x GN!Reader, word count: 600 i'm always feeling sappy and this really spoke to me ;-; wanna be snuggled in his stupid fancy pjs and then hugged all night ough 💜🐧 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: fluff

It was kind of a strange way to move in to a new place. Oswald already lived there. There was nothing you could bring that he didn't have or couldn't replace with something better. And even though he told you repeatedly to bring whatever you wanted, decoration, furniture, whatever, you knew it wouldn't fit in with the lavish decor of his place. Your place, now.

You left the two suitcases full of items you deemed worthy enough to take with you in the hall as Oswald wrapped you in a warm hug and ushered you through to the kitchen. He'd been cooking, making you dinner to celebrate this first night officially together.

"It's just pasta, but it's my grandmother's sauce. Family recipe, well-kept secret. I'll teach you how to make it later, if you want?"

The gesture was filled with warmth and openness, a sign that you were truly being welcomed into his life as a permanent fixture, and not just a flavour of the month he'd decided to keep in his house for easy access.

And while that had worried you before, all of the anxieties melted away as you looked around the space. It was spotless, and you didn't doubt for a second that Oswald had spent all day tidying it himself to make sure it met his exact standards for you. The dining room was set up for two, with champagne resting on ice, and there was a small just below that of the rich tomato sauce. Lavender, your favourite, and Oswald's. A set of three candles on the dining table were likely the source.

"Everything is perfect, Ozzie. I'm excited to see what else you have in store. I feel like I should be dressed better for this."

Mid-way through a tasting sip of the sauce, he mumbled and gasped, before dropping the spoon and rushing round the kitchen island to you.

“Oh, sweetheart! I can’t believe I forgot, I’ve got just the right thing for you to wear. A little gift from me to you.”

As he guided you up the stairs towards his bedroom, you let your mind wander. Oswald was forever buying you gifts, and new outfits were something he was particularly fond of spoiling you with. You’d be pleased with anything, but you hoped it wasn’t too extravagant. As lovely as the house looked, and as romantic as dinner would be, all you really wanted to do was get comfortable in your new home and settle in after packing all of your things up.

Stopping you before you entered the room, you felt his hands cover your eyes from behind.

“Ok, no peeking. Wait until you’re in. And… tah-dah!”

When you were allowed to look, you noticed there were two, neat piles on the bed. One was Oswald’s usual pyjamas. Purple, silk, monogrammed with his initials, O.C.M. And next to them, an identical set, but with your initials in place of Oswald’s. It wasn’t something fancy, it was exactly what you wanted.

“I figured you don’t wanna get all dolled up just to eat somethin’ messy, kid. Besides, you’re home now. You gotta be comfy. And I… hate to sound presumptuous, but if there comes a, uh, time when you change your name for whatever reason, we can get you a new pair, huh?”

Turning to him, you threw your arms around his neck, burying your face against his chest as he held you close to him. It really wouldn’t have mattered what you were wearing, or whether dinner was something as special as his grandmother’s pasta. It felt like home in his arms.

#penguin x reader #the penguin x reader #penguin x you #the penguin x you #reeves!verse #finnie writes #oswald cobblepot #the penguin #rogues #rogues gallery #the batman 2022 #colin farrell penguin #the batman fanfic #the batman 2022 fic #oswald cobblepot x reader #oswald cobblepot x you

[corneredcopia]

Sure go ahead announce shadow’s VA on a random monday!

Rushed to sketch this hope y’all like it :)

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic #Sonic movie 3 #shadow the hedgehog #sonic movie verse #keanu reeves #john wick #crossover #fanart #IM SO HAPPY WE GOT KEANU #this movie is gonna be the best movie ever oh my god #keanue reeves existing in the Sonic movie verse already WHILE voicing shadow is awesome

[musicalgifs]

So I ask you as a brother, and I ask you as a friend, and I ask you as a lover, and I ask you once again: is it true what they say?

#hadestown #hadestownedit #orpheus #reeve carney #if it's true #musicaledit #musicaltheatreedit #myedit #i know the caption is nytw but i miss it #i prefer bway if it's true for the most part but the last verse i miss

[siliconpit]

Made in collaboration with the awesome SadPetrichor on twitter

#cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk2077 #johnny silverhand #keanu reeves #male v cyberpunk #fem v cyberpunk #into the spider verse

[yourmusicmuse]

Dear Beyond The Spider-Verse Team:

PLEASE HAVE A REEVE CARNEY CAMEO/SPIDER-MAN: TURN OFF THE DARK REFERENCE IN THE MOVIE

One line!! That's all I need!! You have the chance to be so iconic here besties

You were originally gonna have a TOTD reference in ITSV, but it didn't fit- and that's okay! BUT PLEASE GUYS IT'S THE OPPORTUNITY OF ALL TIME 🙏

Also, Spider-Verse fans, if this is how you learn there was a Spider-Man musical? Please do have fun reading about it, it's an absolute train wreck and it's all the more reason to have a reference ❤

Sincerely, Ari the TOTD Advocate

#atsv #spiderman #into the spider verse #across the spiderverse #peter parker #reeve carney #beyond the spiderverse #spiderman turn off the dark #miles morales #it will be the biggest missed opportunity if theres not at least one throw-away line/gag about TOTD #this is for the smallest fandom overlap ever: spiderman fans and reeve carney fans #plus theatre kids too #patrick page would also get bonus points

[kareenvorbarra]

Even just reordering the songs in bway hadestown so that Eurydice is on stage during Why We Build The Wall and Our Lady of the Underground would improve things so much….you have the “step into my office” bit, you have Persephone react to that, then you have the song where Eurydice meets the other workers and sees what’s actually going on, then Why We Build the Wall is her having apparently given up and lost her identity like the others…..THEN at the end of Why We Build the Wall, Hades leaves the stage and the other workers turn to Eurydice and take her by the hands and smile, and they bring her to Persephone’s bar and they’re all in the chorus for Our Lady and Eurydice realizes that the people here ARE still people and they do have somewhere to talk where Hades isn’t listening (and all the lyrics to Our Lady actually make sense again lmao, ESPECIALLY “there’s a crack in the wall”)

Also I just really want to see Persephone and Eurydice interact on stage in this context….like Eurydice is a little wary bc she’s pretty sure Persephone is jealous of her, but Persephone knows what’s up and sees the new girl that Hades tricked and discarded and picks her out of the crowd during the musical interlude, and twirls her around while the rest of the cast cheers, and gives her a drink and sends her back to her seat…Eurydice stares at her like she’s entranced…idk. Just a little something that sets up how close they are in “I Raise My Cup to Him” as well as Persephone’s sympathy for Orpheus and Eurydice specifically

#obviously the simplest changes would be like. giving everyone their concept album verses in 'way down' and 'doubt comes in' #but 'our lady' is still the thing that makes me angriest lmao #i know there needs to more more connective plot in the show and i actually LIKE some of it during this part #but in the album you can HEAR anais singing on 'why we build the wall' and 'our lady of the underground' #bc her voice is so distinctive! so you know eurydice is there! #and that's how you know she's seeing the two different worlds that exist inside hadestown. just hearing anais in the chorus #the stage show adds so much stuff and yet restricts the world of the story in a major way. ugh #(i saw the touring production and it was very beautiful! not quite as frustrating as bway because i was prepared for the changes) #(but still deeply frustrating. also the orpheus singer was WAY better than reeve but the eurydice singer was very inferior to eva) #(so i have still never seen a production where i really liked both leads. rip) #hadestown

[karmasainted]

❛ i'm not on duty right now , so you should probably go and wave that at someone else ... ❜ bedside manner is entirely dependant on whose bedside she's at - and the small not insignificant matter of whether she's on the clock. emily makes a mental note that being on the same base as your brother - who also happens to be a pilot ( just like this jolly looking asshole ) probably isn't a good thing. mainly because people like this get friendly way too quickly. in this case , blood definitely isn't thicker than water ...

❛ ... your blood it's uh - it's dripping. on my shoe. ❜

starter for @fyrewalks // for bradley 'birdbrain' bradshaw

#fyrewalks #[ verse : top gun. ] #[ character : lt emily reeves ]

[sweetcanary8900]

Does anyone else support this friendship in the new DCU?

#Bruce wayne #dinah lance #Dcu #dc comcis #batman #black canary #friends #frienship #comics #justice league #james gunn #dc #matt reeves #Robert Pattinson #The batman #Battinson #the batman 2022 #dceu #dceu verse

[glamourweaver]

Is it weird that I want Reeve Carney as live action Peter Parker in Beyond the Spider-verse way more than Toby, Andrew, or Tom?

And he should have a duet with Spinstress (who is animated like a Disney renaissance Princess).

And crash into someone at a key moment.

#Across the Spider-verse #Beyond the Spider-verse #Spider-verse #spider man turn off the dark #Reeve Carney

[finniestoncrane]

Finnie you know who this is (I wish they let you send asks from a side account 😭😭). ANYWAY soooo per our discussion, I would like to request 2022 Ozzie being a gentle Dom but specifically focusing on his fingers. 👀👀 The coldness of his rings contrasting the warmth of readers body, how he may tease them until they say "please" and then he's willing to do anything for them.

Also if it could be plus size reader, that would be fantastic uwu. 💙💙

Two Fingers

Farrell!Penguin x Fem!Reader, word count: 1.75k fingers fingers fingers fingers fingers i am going insane over this request bug and it cheered me up immensely while i was writing it at my desk BUT it kinda got away from me lmao i hope reader was plus sized enough, i always forget to describe reader because i spent so long training myself not to lol 💜🐧 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: teasing, fingering, nipple play, gentle dom ozzie

"Two fingers of scotch, sweetheart."

You stopped in your tracks, arms on either side of you, pushing you up from the cushion. Looking over to Oswald's desk, you caught his eye, and he smiled towards you.

"If you're getting up to go to the bar."

"Oh! I wasn't actually. I was getting up to come over and see you."

You stood up from the sofa in the corner of Oswald's office, your perch, as he called it. The place you sat most evenings, waiting for him to finish up his work. When you reached him, you jutted your hip out and rested against the edge of the desk, laying your palm delicately against the lapel of his suit jacket.

"I thought that maybe you'd be better comforted by a warm touch, than a stiff drink. Besides, with the day you've had? Do you really think two fingers'll be enough?"

He grinned, gold tooth catching in the light, twinkling in sync with his eyes as a mischievous sparkled in them.

"Two fingers is always enough."

You fed into the flirting, encouraging it with your smile and batting your eyelashes at him. Running the edge of the lapel between your fingers, you stared at his lips, biting softly at your own as you held back the embarrassing, excited giggle that threatened to escape you. In an attempt to maintain composure, you took a deep breath, exhaling with a sultry sigh, and shifted ever so slightly closer to him.

"Is that so?"

"Oh yeah, you'd be surprised at what two fingers can accomplish. Or, rather, toots, you'd be amazed at what I can do with two fingers."

No longer able to suppress the glee in the giggle you let out, you practically jumped at the way he spoke to you. Low, growling, so incredibly attractive. You were moving closer to him, now on the same side of the desk as Oswald. He turned in his chair, resting his palms on the widest part of your hips. His fingers tickled delicately over the surface of your protrusions and curves as he moved his hands up and down your sides, guiding you with him as he turned his chair back around to face the desk. He let his touch linger as you settled into your new position, sandwiched between his body, still seated, and the desk, which you rested against.

You stood still, your legs between Oswald's which were spread wide apart to give you space. The way he looked up at you made you feel like a work of art, gazed on from people smaller than you, people down on the ground. People who were trying to get to the same level as you, reaching for the pedestal that Oswald sat you on.

"Ok then, what can you do with two fingers then, Mr Cobblepot?"

It drove him wild when you teased him, even more so when you added an air of faux formality to it.

"A lotta things! Sign checks, make business deals, command my empire. Which way will Cesar Cobblepot's thumb fall, y'know?"

"Impressive. That's all business though, what about something more personal?"

Oswald let his hands drop down the back of your thighs, swooping round to the front where he lifted the hem of your skirt, just enough to expose your knees and let his thumbs graze over them.

"Well, I can hold open a door for my beautiful princess. I can summon a waiter over to take her order. I can send her a message to cheer-"

"The way you type, you only use one finger. And you do it with your nose pressed all the way right up to the screen."

You smiled, satisfied to get a gentle dig in. He raised his hands to his heart, mimicking some sort of fake pain your words had caused him before throwing his arms out to the sides.

"Listen, you forget I'm an old man! And I don't quite need glasses yet, sugar. Let me have that one."

You placed your hand on his cheek, your own eyes now boring into his deep, dark brown irises, making a note of the creases and lines that branched out from the corners of his heavy lids, the ones that shifted in different ways depending on what kind of smile he gave you.

"Ok, what else then?"

"Lemme think... Oh! I can do this."

He brought two fingers to your bottom lip, pushing on it gently until they parted and your mouth opened. Oswald stroked at the velvet skin, watching it tremble slightly at his touch, the sudden crossing from verbal flirting to physical shocking you in an entirely pleasant way.

"I can surprise you with just two fingers, huh? Make you speechless?"

You nodded, a small sound at the back of your throat cut short as he moved his fingers further back on your lips. Watching you carefully, keeping an eye out for any subtle, or obvious, signs of disagreement with his movements, he pressed those two large, thick fingers into your mouth. Laying them flat on your tongue. Licking his own lips as you pressed the muscle flat out against your chin, drool forming and spilling onto your face.

"I can show you who's boss too."

Oswald brought his hand to your cheek, rough fingertips grazing gently over your flushed skin, tingling at the tiny, soft hairs that stood on end as he brushed past, electrifying them. His digits continued, skipping over the shell of your ear, catching a loose strand of hair in the process and pushing it back, threading it into place.

"I can keep you neat and tidy, lookin' perfect."

His walked the digits down your front, sweeping them to the side of your body and pressing them into your plush curves, watching your plump skin fold under his pressure, indenting with the soft force, and pushing back out again into the soft curves he admired so much.

But as gentle as he was, he turned the other way completely, looping two fingers in the gap between your top button and the next one, tugging sharp on your shirt and bursting it open.

"Or, I can make a mess of you."

He tugged again, another button popping open with the strength of just his fingers, until your shirt had exposed your bra completely. He dipped two into the cup and pulled it down, revealing your breast, your nipple hardening as he grazed his fingertips over it.

Oswald drew a circle around your nipple, watching your skin shiver despite flushing with heat. Pinching you, teasing your nipple out and pulling your breast with it, he smiled as your breath became heavier, chest rising and falling against his grip. Once he let go, he began flicking his finger over the nipple, tickling you, teasing you, and you could barely hold back from asking for more.

"What else? What else can you do?"

"You wanna know? You gotta ask nicely, sugar."

"Please, Ozzie. Please show me."

Quicker than you thought possible, Oswald had his two fingers gliding up your thigh, pressing into the skin, watching the way your thickness dimpled under him. And then he had them under the hem of your skirt, both of them pressed together and rubbing your desperate pussy over your underwear.

Your body reacted immediately, grinding into him, keening and whining for more, satisfied with his two fingers, but needing them closer to you, to feel them on your skin. And sensing this, he pulled your panties to the side, letting his digits stroke against your swollen lips, spreading them apart and closing them around your clit.

As you bucked up towards him, he rolled the sensitive bud between his fingertips, biting down on his lip as he watched the way you held your breath, letting it go in long, trembling sighs when you couldn't hold it any longer. Those two fingers, now coated in your slick, coaxing your arousal on their own with ease. Forcing you to buck your hips towards him as you silently, but not subtly, asked for more.

And he obliged, letting his fingers slide between your lips and inside of you. Thick, strong, pulsing as he explored you, beginning to fuck you with them as you felt the definite threat of orgasm burn inside of you. He pressed further, the sharp cool of his rings as they came into contact with your skin serving as a delicious change in texture, one that made you mutter some expletive much to Oswald's amusement.

He rotated his wrist, fingers deep in you, down to the knuckles, hooked and tapping at the exact right spot to have you almost doubling over. It took so much effort to keep yourself balanced as you felt those two digits, manicured nails, polished rings, the hair close to the knuckles, now covered in your slick as he pumped them in and out to a purposeful beat. If you hadn't had something to concentrate on, like not falling, you knew you would have cum long ago.

The edge of the desk felt like it could snap under your white knuckle grip as you clung to it, your whines growing into moans, which gave way to a desperate scream as you reached your climax, clenching around Oswald's fingers as he spoke to you, endless praise, notes of admiration, 'good girls' being let out in a steady rhythm as he saw you through every ounce of pleasure.

With a shuddering breath and a soft whimper, you let the last vibrations of your orgasm roll over you, collapsing against the desk and steadying yourself on wobbling legs.

"See, what'd I tell ya?"

Your chest heaved as you caught your breath, body settling down post-orgasm, muscles relaxing, fingers untensing. You'd been hoping for such a tremendous example of what he was capable of, even though you already knew very well, and of course, being Oswald Cobblepot, he had delivered.

Watching him with hazy vision and half-lidded eyes you took in his every move. The slow, precise way he produced the napkin from under his empty whisky glass, running his two fingers along the flat of it before licking the last of your slick from them, a low moan rumbling in his chest at your taste.

Catching your eye, the lustful gaze with which you focused on him, he winked, offering you another of his knowing, mischievous grins.

"Two fingers, two of my fingers, are all you need, sweetheart."

#reeves!verse #finnie writes #oswald cobblepot #the penguin #the batman 2022 #colin farrell penguin #the batman fanfic #the batman 2022 fic #oswald cobblepot x reader #oswald cobblepot x you

[teartra]

Damn even “Spider-man Across the SPIDER VERSE” doesn’t want to address “Spider-man Turn Off The Dark”

#REEVE CARNEY I’M SORRY #spiderman turn off the dark #spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spider verse #broadway

[batfall-a]

honestly i cannot tell you guys how LONG i wanted to write b*rucie - like , since i started out in this hellsite - i just ? remember that you had to KNOW everything about the comics (it was like 2012-2015 WHEN CANON REIGNED SUPREME) or like , be an encyclopedia. it wasn't really until like .. obviously i got wind of a NEW concept that i was like 'okay i'm ready' but ??? THAT MOVIE ugh means so much to me , has expanded my writing and just ? i owe that to so many mutuals (that's not lost) and for so many people respecting my arc. thank you , i'm emotional work has been tough and ? just thanks.

#. / ooc selena speaks! #i love reeves verse #i love my own lore #reeves let me do that #<3 #as did all my mutuals from the get go #like being like : yeah sel we'll listen to your crazy ideas #just? means a lot #unpopular opinion : i adore bruce wayne and he isn't some elitist asshole #did it take awhile to get that development #sure

[tricoufamily]

if you lived in gotham what would you do? not realistically per say but in a perfect fun etc world

give eddie a little kiss

#unless it's the reeves verse gotham in which case i am marrying oz my dream man #roboobin #ask

[robotshowtunes]

The gift you've been given binds you to me with spider silk threads across the galaxy…

Blank Playbill poster design by Rapper1996 Background photo from Wallpaper Abyss

#Spider-Man: Turn Off the Dark #Turn Off the Dark #Spider-Man Turn Off the Dark #Spider-Man #Peter B. Parker #Peter Parker #Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse #Spider-Man Into the Spider-Verse #Into the Spider-Verse #Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse #Spider-Man Across the Spider-Verse #Across the Spider-Verse #toy photography #Reeve Carney #MAFEX No. 109 #MAFEX No 109 #MAFEX 109 #マフェックス No. 109 #マフェックス No 109 #マフェックス 109 #MAFEX #マフェックス

[radioactivedadbod]

The rumors of Reeves-Verse spinning off with its own Universe is good actually

Because I do not want to wait 15 years for DCU to do specific Batman villains because the movies are stuck in Queue

#like. reeves-verse doing clayface and scarecrow (allegedly) and others???? I'm here for it actually #and lbr batman's tied with spidey for having the best rogues gallery so #if not arguably better #and like. it's taken the mcu HOW LONG to do actual hulk villains??? there are so many thor and iron man villains they haven't even touched #shared universes are good and all but the drawback is that you can't holistically focus on One hero

[propheticpotato42]

According to everyone in Gotham the Bat has several voices. They all seem to belong to the same person but at the same time are all distinct.

There is the voice the Batman uses when interacting with the police and the public. According to everyone it’s completely accent free, it sounds perfectly North American but doesn’t sound like any particular accent or dialect, as if it where digital. This seems to give the voice an uncanny quality that seems to make loads of people feel uneasy. His voice is also gravely and has a strong bass, but it’s never loud. Apparently the Bat only ever talks with a tone that is barely audible or at the level of a polite conversation, never higher. His voice commands whatever room he’s in, pulls all eyes onto him. He also doesn’t talk much, always in full sentences but short ones, always to the point.

The next voice attributed to the Batman is the one know by his enemies. Like the previous one it’s accent free, has a strong bass, and is gravely. It’s also not loud, the bat doesn’t seem to yell. His words are also sparse. But now behind every word instead of a void is what seems to be the surface of an unending well of rage. “He never seems to be completely mad, to be as angry as he could be. But you can feel the potential wrath that is hiding behind it.” A former two face goon told me in a bar downtown, he called the voice “scolding” almost like a parent giving you a dressing down. The effect could instill terror in people apparently some goons wouldn’t even wait till the punches landed, the voice alone was forceful enough.

As far as many people in Gotham, and most people out of it, are considered that is all the bat is capable of. Those are his voices, but apparently that’s not true. I was informed of another voice of the bat by a GCPD officer one night after a couple of drinks. He told me that the Bat could get angry, and that it was horrifying. Apparently several years back during one of the Jokers sprees several officers showed up to what they believed to be the Jokers hiding place. But as they stormed the doors they didn’t see the joker scheming some terrible plan, no instead they saw the joker on the ground maniacally laughing and screaming in pain-the officer even swears the clown was begging for his life-as the bat beat him to a pulp. The officer likened the bats movements to a rabid animal, pounding his fists into the jokers body with incredible force and velocity. The bat didn’t seem to tire from the beating, it took all 8 cops to pull him off of the clown who proceeded to spend the next few months in an intensive care unit. The officer said that the Batman wasn’t shouting at the Joker but yelling, yelling with pure rage, passion, and hate. They where blood curdling screams of pure rage, of rage the officer didn’t even know people where capable of. The bass was gone and gravel was much less prevalent, there was even an accent-which the officer described as being from the northeast-the bat sounded like a person, but a person consumed by rage, a voice of sheer sound and fury. Retelling the event seemed to put officer off, “You should’ve seen the clown,” he said after knocking back a shot of whiskey “bloodied and bruised beyond believe, jaw smashed and teeth missing. As if he had been hit by several wrecking balls. Not that the ratbastard didn’t deserve it but still, Jesus.” The officer got silent after that, only talked about other things about what Jim Gordon was like when he was younger, about the riddler case, about Arkham. And so I noted the three voices of the bat, the respected, the frightful, and the wrath.

But there was another voice one that intrigued me far more, because rage is an emotion but not a particularly interesting one. No this voice was almost a subversion of everything I had come to expect from the Bat.

I first heard about this voice from a little girl who retold the entire event while drawing in an incredibly matter of fact time. Apparently there was a great commotion that scared her and separated her from her parents(her parents told me it was a shooting) and as she ran for safety she found herself lost and afraid. She was crying and walking aimlessly when suddenly the bat appeared before her. Before she had time to formulate any kind of reaction he was crouched in front of her and in a quiet friendly tone asked her if everything was alright. He offered her a tissue to wipe away her tears and gave her a lollipop(she felt it was very important to share that they where cherry flavored which naturally is the best flavor) and began to walk her home. When she got tired and could no longer walk the Bat carried her in his arms. When she was reunited with her family he simply tussled her hair and disappeared into the night. When I asked her about his voice she said it was quiet and friendly, his accent was normal which I assume meant at least vaguely Gothamite. To be honest this story shocked me, a kind Batman seemed antithetical to everything I knew about him, but as I continued to speak to people the more it was revealed that the bat’s kindness was a type of open secret. It seemed almost every child in Gotham had some sort of memory of the bat, of him helping them find their way home, of him saving them from muggers or cars, even returning lost balls and frisbees. In several incidents the bat apparently just listened to the kids troubles, by all accounts the bat was a terrific listener, all of which seemed completely at odds with my image of the bat.

But it got even weirder. A young man told me a story that he was once getting busted by the police for being apart of the Penguins operations, the police where shouting and threatening him-even though he was just 14-when suddenly he felt a yank on his collar as the Batman took him dragged him around a corner and threw him on a bench. The kid was frightened but instead of the punch he was expecting he was surprised to feel a hand on his shoulder and a quiet soft voice say “Just take a deep breath and tell me what happened.” The Batman was kneeling in front of the kid and trying to calm him down. Of course he told the bat what had happened, how he had gotten involved with the penguin and how he had gone in too deep, but whenever he would start to panic the bat would calmly remind him to breath. The entire time the bat remained respectful and sincere. Afterward the bat drove him home not to the police and told him that everything would be fine. These stories also seemed rather common, stories of the bat having compassion with those in need being a calming presence, protecting people from the police. Especially after the flood years back many people recalled the bat being like this, stories of his compassion and understanding where common amounts the people I talked to. It was an open secret, everyone in Gotham knew that the bat was something of a softie they just didn’t talk about it, especially not to outsiders like myself.

But the weirdest story I heard took place two years before the flood, back before the Batman even existed. A bartender who worked in a pub of Naylor Avenue told me a story of when she was a little girl of about 7 she ran away from her home because of her father. As she was walking alone through the dark she quite literally ran into a man. She described him as relatively tall, well built, pale, and awkward. His voice had a slight Gotham accent and was soft and quiet. He listened to her explain what had happened and offered to walk her to the police, when she insisted she would only go to the main precinct because her father was friends with the local cops the man weirdly agreed. And so he walked her halfway across Gotham, listening to her tell him stories about fairies and crocodiles in the sewers. At some point she got tired and asked the man to carry her, so he did. She described his coat as feeling soft and expensive. She ended up falling asleep in his arms. She would later wake up in the office of future police commissioner Jim Gordon who was standing in front of her with a child services officer. Gordon said that he had found her in his office and had no idea how she had gotten there. And according to her that man was the Batman, she had heard his voice several times since than, including his “real” voice as the one he used when calm was called and swore it was almost identical. And at this point I found her story very easy to believe.

#dc comics #the batman #the batman 2022 #batman #batman headcanon #I don’t really know what this is #just a thing I wrote at work #vaguely set in the reeves verse #I just think it makes sense #I know the first voice doesn’t really match the movie one #artistic liberty I guess #also that joker thing was renvenge for Jason #I think that would be nice