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multifanatics · 1 year

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Waiting Out a Storm

A/N: I put nearly everyone in this so I could get a taste of their characters. I nearly fell asleep writing this so hopefully its not horrible.

Warnings: Sexual content, General fluffiness, Anxiety due to storms, There could be more that I didn't think of.

Edward Nygma // Riddler

It’s raining and he’s unable to hear himself think against the loud noise of the wind.

He’s annoyed nonetheless, he can’t get work done in these conditions.

Makes himself hot chocolate and steals all the blankets in the house.

If you're nice to him he’ll maybe share one blanket but don’t count on it.

If the power goes out and there’s nothing to do.

He’s offering you to warm him up.

He gets cold and hates being cold.

He’s miserable and makes it your problem more than it is his.

If you seem nervous or scared because of the storm he may be more accommodating to letting you have blankets. MAYBE.

One way or another definitely leads to sex.

Victor Fries // Freeze

It’s snowing in Gotham? It’s Christmas for Victor.

The wind and heavy snow he’ll be outside the entire time.

That is of course if you aren’t at all nervous due to the blizzard.

If you are that’s alright, He’ll stay inside for you.

Making sure you are warm enough.

You both are going to sit on the couch and watch your favorite movie.

Power goes out? May not be what you want but he’s willing to play chess or any other type of board game with you.

If you ask him, he may be willing to try and keep you warmer. Even if his body temperature is lower then the current storm.

Keeps you wrapped up in blankets no matter what.

His body temperature can handle the negatives but yours can’t or at least shouldn’t.

Harvey Dent // Two Face

Harvey hates storms, while Harv doesn’t mind them.

Harvey will cuddle you under piles of blankets clinging to you for warmth.

While Harv will more than likely be found outside if the coin allows him to be.

Otherwise Harv is indoors and clung to you in a much different way than Harvey.

Harv typically has his hands on your hips, chin on your shoulder everywhere you go.

While Harvey is much more a pile of blankets and cuddles.

Human furnace and knows it.

Harv would be much more open to fucking for warmth, even offers.

Harvey strikes me as the kind of man who would build a pillow fort during a storm if you’re both anxious or the power is out.

While Harv would be fine just falling asleep.

Jonathan Crane // Scarecrow

One of the first things you told him was your fear of storms.

And now he gets to watch how you react.

He does not leave your side during the storm for personal reasons that can range from your warmth to your fear.

Horror movies, blankets, and hot chocolate.

If the power goes out? Horror stories with a flashlight like they do at camps in October.

Cuddle him and tell him about your fear he was a psychiatrist after all maybe he can help… or make it much worse by accident, possibly.

I’m in the middle of him waiting for you to offer sex or he doesn’t enjoy it during a storm.

I see him as a “No power, no problem.” kind of guy and somehow getting everything he needed done.

He gets cold and sort of carries around a blanket like a cape. Over his shoulders and occasionally encasing him if he stands still.

Paranoia is his specialty, don't try to hide it from him, he’ll find out anyway.

Jervis Tetch // Mad Hatter

Tea party in the dark even if the power is working.

Definitely at least a little bit anxious himself.

Is against any kind of “more heat” ideas you can think of.

He has a routine, hiding in blankets and drinking tea in the dark and silence.

Though since you’re there maybe it doesn’t have to be silent.

Sharing blankets is a must with him, maybe not all cuddly but definitely share your blankets.

Can be clinging if he’s extra anxious.

He keeps the power off even if it’s working. He can’t hypnotize the lights to stay on so he rather not have the surprise.

Super sweet if you are anxious as well.

Recites his favorite poetry, books, or lines from a movie.

Joker

His current hideout has a backup generator so don’t worry about the lights going out

What? If there’s no lights how is he supposed to know if people actually enjoy his jokes?

He’s nowhere to be seen except you know he’s in the same place as you.

He takes this time to get more work done.

If you need him for warmth you can sit on his lap while he works.

If he doesn’t have anything to get done? He’ll drive you mad with a bunch of different jokes.

He doesn’t cuddle and he won’t screw around during a storm.

Gives you blankets then sits next to you.

He doesn’t get cold, maybe a little bit but it’s not something he can’t handle.

If you’re anxious he can always offer a kiss and some jokes.

Oswald Cobblepot // Penguin

It’s storming? Since when?

He has to look outside to know it’s storming.

He’s not at all phased by any type of storm unless he’s caught wind of someone plotting against him.

You need to voice to him you’re nervous and want him to stay around otherwise he’ll be off working.

If you voice to him you are anxious he’ll offer to watch a movie or something.

He’s burying you in the warmest blankets if you say you’re cold and you have goosebumps.

He’s actually very understanding and not very bothered by you at all.

It was about time he took a break anyway.

He has backup generators for backup generators he has power in all ways that matter.

If you want to screw around he’ll cockwarm but he’s only going to mess around if the mood takes him.

Harleen Quinzel // Harley Quinn

She complains.

She hates the cold but surprisingly doesn't mind storms.

Harley will cuddle or at least fall asleep on your chest or shoulder.

Will steal your blankets.

Clingy in a non clingy way. She’ll go up to you and stare at you until you get a clue, if you don’t then she minds her own business.

Definitely down for messing around, much more teasing.

She will do whatever the hell you want too.

She’ll talk about the days before she became Harley Quinn, and how much colder the cells are at Arkham.

If you manage to snuggle up to her she’ll share her blankets.

She clears all anxiety with her degree.

Pamley Isley // Poison Ivy

Claims its nature letting go.

LOVES storms and doesn’t mind the cold.

Checks on her plants during the storm.

Disregards you unless you pay attention to her.

Say you're cold and she will make the best herbal tea.

She’s calming your anxiety with talk of which plants grow better in the cold and why they need the cold.

She understands nature and wants nothing more than to ensure everything she likes is alright.

She shares her blankets with you.

Would watch whatever.

You fall asleep and she’ll leave you a few blankets and go outside to enjoy the storm.

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batmanrogues-scenarios · 4 months

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💗for Scarecrow, Two Face, Riddler, and Mr. Freeze

💗 How do they show affection?

Scarecrow

by acts of service. S/O can't reach something? He makes a stool so they have less problems. Can't sleep? He reads them a book.

Two-Face

Harvey says sweet words and kisses their forehead while Harv brings them presents.

Riddler

Cuddles or touches S/O a lot more, he's like cat. Will hiss at abyone who he doesn't like but the moment he likes someone they're not allowed to take him off.

Mr. Freeze

Sweet words and support. He will make sure to lesser their trouble or get rid of them.

#scarecrow x reader #pati writes #jonathan crane x reader #two face x reader #harvey dent x reader #riddler x reader #edward nygma x reader #mr freeze x reader #victor fries x reader #emoji ask game

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i-smoke-chapstick · 11 days

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Request: I'm already back for more. As l've already told you I love your interpretation of a reader with dwarfism and since you are okay with me requesting more, can I get multiple headcanons of Gotham!Rogues x Dwarf!reader with just either simply day to day headcanons or their first reaction to meeting/seeing them? Rogues including jervis(obv Imao), Jerome, Oswald, Victor fries, Zsasz, and ra's al ghul!

The plot can be the reader being similar to the Cheshire Cat or Nightcrawler when it comes to teleportation powers. They're friends with Barbara, Selina, and Tabitha. The rogues always see photos on them on the news, newspapers, and sometimes in person but if they even get caught staring, reader teleports themself and whoever they're with away, so they don't really get a chance to talk or know them.

Like last time, only write this if you're okay with it and I'll understand if you can't or just don't want too!

Thank you tons again! - anon

‘VOULEZ-VOUS,

-GOTHAM VILLIANS X READER-

⋆ Characters ↬ Jervis Tetch, Jerome Valeska, Oswald Cobblepot, Victor Fries, Victor Zsasz, Ra's Al Ghul

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; gotham villians with a cheshire cat!reader who has dwarfism!

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!villains x female reader. FLUFF! I love readers power SOSOSOSO much! Super creative <3 Also villians being whipped for reader just cuz they can. Protective Tabitha. REALLY protective Oswald. Jerome's a bit insensitive. Victor Zsasz is not immune to a pretty girls smile. Have never written for Victor Fries or Ra's, so fingers crossed their parts aren’t too bad! Ra’s and Fries parts got a little angsty

𝐽𝐸𝑅𝑉𝐼𝑆 𝑇𝐸𝑇𝐶𝐻

♫ “Across the room, your eyes are glowin' in the dark." Voulez-Vous by ABBA

Oh, the man is completely enthralled with you. How could he not be? You're the missing piece to his wonderland puzzle.

Similarly to Alice, he believes your powers go hand and hand with each other. He rules the mind, while you have complete control of your body. His first thought when he see's you in the newspaper is simple.

He must have you.

He will do anything it takes to track you down. He finds himself becoming more and more entranced with the prospect of you working with him, partners in crime, connected body and soul. Of course those feelings of admiration become obsession.

Before you know it, the man is going lengths to find you; just like how he was with Alice. Hiring Jim Gordon as a bounty hunter? Mayhaps...

When he finally finds you at the siren's club, he can't help but be in awe. You're so small, so fragile, so unique. He wants to kiss your flattened cheekbones that look like pure porcelain. Your his doll.

"My dear, Y/N!" He's calling when he finds you, his teeth spread into a wide grin. He finds your eyes quickly turning to meet his gaze, glowing underneath the club's light. His shadow towers over you.

"You look ravishing, I must admi-" He goes to speak, just before you disappear from thin air. His mouth is open for a few moments, eyebrows scrunched.

Where did his precious little Cheshire Cat go?

Oh yeah, he's pouting. He's never been a fan of the disappearing act. But he doesn't mind. He's determined. He's played this game with Alice for far too long, he will not take no for an answer.

You'll find notes, gifts, flowers, dresses tailored to your sizing. All perfectly crafted from Gotham's most professional hypnotized seamstresses or florists.

Barbara is smirking when she finds the gifts, cackling about how sweet small little Y/N has a loony admirer. Tabitha's less than pleased, throwing out any bouquet she finds before you see them. Selina agrees, the guy's a freak.

It's up to you if you want to give him a chance <3 He would be the most devoted lover and partner if you decided too...if not a bit overly infatuated.

𝐽𝐸𝑅𝛰𝑀𝐸 𝑉𝐴𝐿𝐸𝑆𝐾𝐴

♫ “Nothing promised, no regrets." Voulez-Vous by ABBA

Uh oh! Murderous clown on the loose, and he's also 100% fixated, just like a certain hatter.

Jerome brushes you off at first, don't get him wrong, he adores your work on the city. Nothing he loves more than seeing some horribles destroy Gotham! He's a fan, if you could call him that.

It takes him some time to warm up to the idea of being whipped. But once he is, you have him wrapped around your pretty little finger.

Similar to Jervis- he can't help himself. You're powerful. You're strange. You're a freak just like him and the rest of these bad boys in Gotham! You remind him of the circus, all different shapes and sizes of people around him. You belong with him. By his side. On his side. Maybe sitting in his lap... What?

Yeah, he's not sure where that came from either. But hey, he's not complaining! He likes to think he's a bachelor, a young beau waiting for his turn in the love game! Before he knows it, he's slicking his hair back, putting on his finest and most colorful suits, and making sure his face is stapled all the way. Then he's getting his cult to crash the Siren's club. Moment of silence for Tabitha who will have to clean it up after.

The place is a shit show, people in makeup dancing wildly and giggling manically. Tabitha, Barbra, Selina and you get tied up in the confusion. It's hard to fight back against a bunch of crazies when your expensive alcohol is being thrown at walls, and you four are simultaneously tied up together in one big rope. Barbra's throwing a bit of a hissy fit.

Everyone is quiet when Jerome enters, dressed to the nines, with a loud and boisterous,

"Hey gorgeous! I'm sure you've heard of me," He speaks, bending down to your level, invading your personal space. He goes to continue, until the four of you evaporate before him. Teleported away. He's left staring at the loose ropes, smile unchanged- but eyes widened in surprise.

Oh. Okay. So that's how it's gonna be. Alright.

Jerome loves a game of cat and mouse.

He craves attention. He loves the center stage, and he will not be ignored. No no no no.

He will not leave your club alone until you confront him. Yeah, sorry Babs and Tabs. Barbara will start urging you to just "sleep with the damn clown!" while Tabitha is trying desperately to not have you anywhere near that creep.

But the club isn't all he'll do, doll! No, he'll get his cult to do more and more mass murders and sprees across the city, each one broadcasted on live television. Each time, he looks into the camera, blood on his face, professing his undying love.

"This is for you, Y/N!" He's showcasing the violence around, "Call me!" He gestures, ending the broadcast abruptly.

Well, kind of hard to ignore a man when your club is in shambles, Barbara is going batshit insane, AND you have Jim Gordon trying to find you; just in order to stop these massacres around the city in your honor.

Once again, you should give the man a chance! He doesn't think he'd make a horrible boyfriend, y'know, if you're into gingers.

𝛰𝑆𝑊𝐴𝐿𝐷 𝐶𝛰𝐵𝐵𝐿𝐸𝑃𝛰𝑇

♫ “Take it now or leave it." Voulez-Vous by ABBA

Ozzie's a bit harder to gauge, because I don't think he'd become infatuated with someone unless he got to meet them first. So for arguments sake, we are just going to say you two have meet previously on many occasions! Specifically when he's had some bad blood with Barbara and Tabitha.

At first, he detests you. He thinks you're a nuisance, and a powerful tool for the Siren's. You can escape from ANYONES grasp, and take them with you. His nose is scrunching up every time he thinks of just how he can get rid of you.

Well, if he can't get rid of you, he's well versed in manipulation. Perhaps he can convince you to join his team.

You're going about your day at the club, tending bar on a step stool, the usual. Oswald comes in, Victor trailing behind him. Tabitha and Barbara are instantly on alert.

"Hello." Oswald fixes his suit jacket, rolling his cane in his fingertips. He wears a faux smile, and Tabitha huffs.

"What can we help you with, Ozzie?" Barbara is smiling, just as fake as his. It's a weird Gotham crime boss stand-off.

"I was wondering if you, my dear," He speaks, suddenly nodding down to you, "Would like to accompany me for lunch tomorrow."

Yeah, everyone's jaws drop, including Oswald's at the silence. Oswald didn't necessarily intend for it to sound like he was trying to ask you on a date. He's flushing red under everyone's gaze, suddenly fidgeting. If you look closely, Victor's giving a lazy amused smirk in the back.

"Like hell-" Tabitha's about to answer for you, before you squint at the man.

"Sure." You scan him up and down, hesitantly. Before anyone has a chance to speak, Oswald's turning on his heel.

"Wonderful! 2:00 sharp. Don't be late." He's smiling, knowing he's got a one-up on the Siren's.

...Well, leave it Oz to have things never work out quite his way. One lunch turns into two, and two turns into three. He's forcing himself to remember why he's doing this; you are just a tool. This is all a charade!

Hard to focus though, when you two seem to enjoy one another's company. Like when you show him what it feels like to teleport, (He's closing his eyes in fear, only for it to feel like nothing.) Or when you two have a strangely intimate discussion about what it was like growing up not very normal.

He's opening up about his schoolyard bullies, about his mother. About the feeling of being taunted, teased for his nose or height. You tell him, you know the feeling.

He stares at you, eyes focused solely on you. He's enamored.

He turns viciously protective over you. Any snide comment made towards you by a henchman of his, or a frequent at the Siren's club, they are brutally stabbed to death, a bit impulsively, with a bottle shard.

When he realizes he's falling in love with you, similar to Jervis, he likes doing grand gestures to get your attention. If there's anything you desire, you'll get it. Which is why when he finds out you're avoiding him, he becomes sour.

What? Why are you leaving him? He doesn't understand. The intimacies you two have shared, did they mean nothing to you? He's hurt, he's angry, he's aggressive. He's more irritable than usual; and judging from the fact he's irritable ALL the time, it's pretty bad. If you don't explain yourself, this sadness will probably turn into anger. He already believes you two have some weird pseudo-romantic relationship, so he's taking this like a break-up. He's a vengeful ex.

Whenever he stops by the Siren's club, and sees you teleport away at the sight of him, it stings. It all comes to a head when he's breaking down in his mansion. You will have to be the one to confront him, because he'll be too busy sulking. He loves you. He doesn't want to make you uncomfortable. If you don't want to talk to him, he won't force you, even if he's going crazy trying to figure out why.

When he sees you, he's standing up in a hurry, fumbling over his words, sniffling. His blue-green eyes are puffy, and you'll have to sigh and talk to him.

Please, tell him why your avoiding him. Explain if you're insecure, if you're scared of loving. He'll be thankful for the explanation. He'll be angry on your behalf for anyone who made you believe you were unloved, whether for your dwarfism or your powers. He's promising to kill for you, tear down the city to avenge you.

"Okay, Oz, I'm not dead yet."

"Yet?!"

Cuties <3

𝑉𝐼𝐶𝑇𝛰𝑅 𝐹𝑅𝐼𝐸𝑆

♫ “Now is all we get." Voulez-Vous by ABBA

Forgive him, he’s trying his hardest not to care, and failing miserably.

Similarly to Ozzie, I can’t see him becoming infatuated or obsessed like Jerome and Jervis so quickly, not since what happened with Nora. So, I’m imagining you’ve also met him once or twice; using your powers for the sirens, just like he and firefly have done some hitjobs for you four in the past.

He’s in love with the idea of having a family; of being accepted, of leaving this life behind. It’s made him bitter, cold; but the man will do anything for love. Anything.

And it’s hard not to notice the small woman running around on her toes in the club, parts of her body vanishing here and there. You’re gorgeous to him. Those small cheshire-like smiles you send him when he’s supposed to be working. They break his hard exterior. He doesn’t know if he loves or hates it. He loves it.

Even a small pit of jealousy fills him, whenever he sees you in the news. Or when he watches silently on the sidelines, while you talk with Barbara and Tabitha and Selina. You do it so effortlessly. How could anyone not be entranced by you?

He thinks that he’s a freak. Firefly’s a freak. Just like Jerome and Oz, he definitely finds solace in the idea you are just like him. You’re one of them; a freak. Pushed out by Gotham’s careless inhabitants, forced into this life. He remembers being driven out of town by Penguins army. He wonders if you’ve expirenced the same treatment at one point in your life. He wants to show you, he’s here for you. He loves you, every part of you. No matter how unconvential or mistreated. He just wants to take care of you.

Just like Oz, he’ll be ready to kill anyone for you. Freeze em’ to death in one single sweep. Just give him the go ahead.

Victor is terrified of hurting you, as well. Not only your tiny stature, but he’s sure he’d get ice burns from his fingertips. He imagines a life where it’s just the two of you, without the cold, back when he was just himself. He dreams of cooking for you. Owning an apartment. Even having a family. He swears, he’d be gentle. But he’s too uncertain. He isn’t good enough, and he certainly isn’t good for you.

You’ll have to be the first person to talk to him, warm up to him. He might not state it directly, other than a nonchalant nod here and there, but it makes him feel special. It’s the little interactions you two have that make him fall helmet over heels.

You two will spend hours, at the club, watching from the sidelines. Barbara and Tabitha out on business, Selina doing…Selina things. You’ll poke fun at the passerby’s to get a reaction out of him.

“Oh god, I just saw that guy kissing that girl- what’s he doing with that other chick?…Oh- they are making out. Oh, okay, he’s taking him to the back. I’ll give you $20 if Barbara kills this guy for doing it on her desk.” You’re snickering, gossiping. Every now and then you look over at him to see him already staring at you, the hint of a smile on his lips. It’s all you’ll get for now…until he responds.

“…Guess you’ll owe me $20 then.” He’s firing back, voice low. It’s the first time he’s spoken. The first time you’ve seen him do something other than brooding. It’s sweet.

These little things will become routine, and he’ll find solace in them. Eventually you’ll even play some tricks with your teleportation on the clubs costomers, scaring them, bumping into them. All the while you’re watching him in the corner, smiling, exhaling through his nose. He playfully scolds you sometimes, other times he chuckles. Either way, it’s a sight to see.

God, please don’t dissapear on this man. I don’t think he could take it. Gotham be damned, if you ever find yourself scared of him, he’d be broken. He’d think it was his fault, he’d think he lost his second chance at love. If you ran away from him, he might just up and leave Gotham.

But even if you did try to avoid him for awhile, I think he’d let you go without a fight. He’d just be more sulky than usual, more prone to picking petty fights with Firefly. You might find the room uncomfortably cold, even when he’s not occupying it. (He froze the AC to the club, he was upset. Sorry Barbara.)

I think he’s the only one on this list of characters that Barbara, Tabitha, and Selina might all actively approve of. Barbara wouldn’t mind having a henchman dating her bestie; soldifies his loyalty to them. Also, he’s good eye-candy. Tabitha doesn’t have any personal issue with the man, other than previously working with Penguin, of course. Selina will still make fun of him for being a walking freezer, but hey, what can you do. You have their blessing.

If you caught him before he decided to up and leave, explain to him why you run away, why you’ve been avoiding him. He won’t just understand, he’ll practically worship you. He’ll explain himself too, why he’s terrified of touching you. It’s not because of your dwarfism, or your powers. It’s just how he’s afraid of hurting or loosing you. Loving people is hard.

If he could cry, he would. But his tears will freeze when they touch his cheek. You’ll have to show him you aren’t fragile. He’ll believe you.

You guys can heal eachother.

𝑉𝐼𝐶𝑇𝛰𝑅 𝑍𝑆𝐴𝑆𝑍

♫ “The girl means business, so I'll offer her a drink." Voulez-Vous by ABBA

THIS Victor, on the other hand, is much more brash in his approaches to courting you.

He’s heard about you on the radio, from his boss, seen you in the newspapers, on the tv, watched you from the window in your apartment.

…What? Who said that?

He studies your every move. The man is calculated in his methods, what can he say? He’s not obsessed! (loud incorrect buzzer)

He just wants to size you up a little, see who the newest danger is in Gotham. He’ll convince himself he’s doing it for his boss, whether it be Falcone or Penguin. But it definitely goes deeper.

Unlike the other villians on this list that see your dwarfism as something to empathize with, Victor doesn’t really pay it any mind. He’s been around the block a few times- he’s been with women of all ages, heights, race, etc. The man really doesn’t have a type. What he’s attracted to is strength, independence, someone who will laugh at his dry humor with him. He’s stalked you at the club. He sees the way you banter with Tabitha and Selina, the way you make Barbara dissapear when she’s being too annoying with a flick of your wrist.

He’s incredibly attracted to a woman whose witty and good at what they do. Just like him.

Victor’s more subtle in his approach. He’ll make it casual.

So when you’re at the bar in the club, sitting around, watching the passerby’s, he’ll make his move.

“Now, what’s a girl like you doing here, alone?” He sneaks up behind you, giving you a start. You flush red at the man in front of you. Victor Zsasz. The words are spoken as he drums his fingers on the bar, cocking his head at your short frame. He towers over you, caging you in.

When you don’t speak, it doesn’t phase him. You’re about to teleport away in an instant, until he drawls your attention back to him with a lazy smile.

“So…” He whistles. “What’s your drink of choice? Wait- Let me guess.” The man doesn’t stop talking, listing off drinks that are most definitely not your drink of choice.

He watches you all the time. He knows exactly what your favorite drink is. But he wants you to stay.

It’s a bit awkward, a bit intimidating, and strangely charming. He speaks with an inflection that borders on sarcasm and curiosity. It’s intriguing, coming from Gotham’s most dangerous hitman.

“Can I ask-“ You squeak, now nursing a drink he ordered for you. It’s a Vodka Cran, and it could be worse. “…Is there a hit on me?”

He stares at you expressionless for uncomfortably long, before it forms into something quizzical.

“…Nah,” His voice is slow. He clicks his tongue. “Just an admirer.”

There’s an awkward scilence. He shrugs.

“Y’know. I’m a big fan of this place. Like the ambience.” He sips his own drink, you don’t know what it is. Just as his words sound out, you swear you can overhear a gunshot in the distance, probably from Barbara’s meeting with some other underground boss. Somehow, the sentiment makes you laugh.

He perks up at the sound.

You aren’t used to this. Someone being so casual about you, your powers, your small stature. He’s a bit flirty from time to time, but between the alcohol and his quips, you don’t seem to mind. He seems oddly genuine in his demeanor with every compliment or joke that slips.

You two keep the banter going for the rest of the night. Mostly chatting about how tiring your respective bosses can be. He does a poor drunken impression of Penguin, and you do one of Barbara. It’s a relaxing night in comparison to what you usually expirence living in Gotham.

You think you only see him every so often. Coming by the club whenever Penguin comes, or when a job is sent out, and his target is there. He’ll always send you a wink when he leaves, blood on his face.

But he sees you every day.

Yeah, the stalking only worsens. If you find your phone in different places throughout the day, or your window reopened, he’s the reason why.

He’s fine like this. In his head, the two of you are going steady. He’s pretty committed. You’re his girl, and that’s that.

Until you start avoiding him like the plague.

Zsasz WILL find a way to confront you. He doesn’t care if you teleport away each and everytime. He’ll find a way to get the message clear, through other means.

If you find a “talk to me.” with a smiley face, written with some poor saps blood, on your mirror, I apologize. He’s gotta get the message sent somehow.

Yeah, he won’t give up. He’ll go great lengths to get you two back together. He’s also listening to disco break-up ballads to cope. He’s getting the zsaszettes to stalk you when he can’t. If you still won’t budge, yeah, Tabitha might end up with a gun pointed at her head until you talk to him.

He’s not necessarily angry, but chasing after you is certainly taking a toll on him. Give the guy some credit.

Tabitha, still with a gun pointed at her, will be barking at you to not talk to him. He’s a creep, he’s an asshole, and you shouldn’t compromise your honor! (His eye will twitch at her words, trigger finger itching.)

Up to you what you decide to do! Explain the situation, talk to him, make things official, or…bye bye Tabitha. And that still won’t stop him. He doesn’t take rejection very seriously.

When you tell him exactly why you teleport yourself away, he’s the only one on this list who might think it’s stupid. He’ll understand, don’t get me wrong, but this is Gotham! Why would you be insecure? He garuntees you he’s met at least ten other people with far worse skeletons in their closet. You’ll have to teach him that’s not the issue.

Yeah, our little sociopath has a hard time with feelings. But I think you two would maybe be good for eachother! Teach him to listen more, whip him up into shape, and reap the benefits of having Gotham’s number one hitman as your personal bodyguard and lover. He’ll take you to stakeouts, make fun of Jim Gordon, crash your place. You two can watch Netflix under the blankets. He loves your size- cuddling into you like his own personal pillow.

Tabitha’s very dissapointed.

𝑅𝐴’𝑆 𝐴𝐿 𝐺𝐻𝑈𝐿

♫ “I'm really glad you came, you know the stars, you know the game.” Voulez-Vous by ABBA

May god have mercy on your soul, reader. Ra’s is a sight to behold when he’s in love.

He heard whispers of your name all around Gotham. He sees you on the news when he’s absentmindedly listening. A girl who can teleport herself and others, to any location? Even the power to control which body parts you maneuver. Extrodinary.

He’s immeadiatley infatuated with your power. He wants to covet you. Possess you. Have you close to him. He needs to see your power for himself.

He’s similarly calculated in his response to tracking you down. He will appear at the club, slinking into the shadows, whispering a quaint,

“Hello.”

It makes you jump, and as if on instinct, you teleport yourself away. He marvels at the way in which you do so right infront of his eyes. How rare it is, for him to be so easily confounded.

He must see you again.

You’ll feel his presence every now and then. Maybe even catch a glimpse of him watching you. You’ll turn back, eyes squinted, only to find he’s not there anymore. It confuses you just the same.

Though, you eventually get used to him watching. It turns into a little game between the two of you. If he can catch you, if you can catch him. It’s strangely endearing.

He’s also becoming increasingly more attentive to your daily habits. He memorizes your schedule. He sends members of the League of Shadows to observe you, to take notes on how you use your powers.

If any member insults you, or pokes fun at your dwarfism, Ra’s will spare them no mercy. Yeah…he’s making it a big deal. He’s ruthlessly insulting them for their ignorance, before killing them without a second thought. In a way, you belong to Ra’s already. He will not stand for disrespect among his order.

Ra’s is a gentleman. Just like Ozzie and Jervis, you’ll find gifts littered around your apartment. Little notes from him, written in the most exquisite cursive, expressing his admiration of you. Beautiful, rare, and expensive jewelry, tailored to the size of your wrists and neck.

You’ll see him exiting Barbara’s office sometimes, when he needs her for the demons head. He’ll send you a smile, half-way gentle, half-way playful. He’s unsure where the lines between love and facination blur; but he’s slowly realizing he loves you. He hasn’t felt such a way in decades. He’s been alive for very very long. No human woman has made him feel so helpless. He enjoys it thoroughly.

He’ll confess, the night before Gotham is meant to be blown to the ground. He’ll turn up, before the events are set in motion. You won’t have a clue in the world what he’s up to.

“My dear.” He’ll drawl, and you’ll go to teleport away, as you always do. It’s tradition for you two at this point.

Before you get a chance, he’ll click is tongue at you.

“Wait.” He speaks, voice sounding strangely desperate. It makes you freeze. “Come with me. Leave the city. Get somewhere else. I’d like to show you my home.”

Your choice, if you choose to leave with him. He’d make for a very attentive lover, and would protect you at any cost. But if you choose to do so, you’ll leave Tabitha and Barbara and Selina to their own fate <\3

Not that it matters if you decide to reject his offer. He’ll have you, one way or another.

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yandere--stuck · 2 years

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I can’t stop thinkin bout yandere Mr. Freeze n Nora fawning over a darling with a woodland fairy, cottagecore aesthetic. Their little fawn, all theirs to keep safe n warm during the frigid winter ☺️❤️ Awww their poor darling is shivering from the cold!! Definitely not because they’re being held captive by one of gothams most dangerous and powerful rogues. Mr. Freeze just has a few more… “obstacles” to deal with before going home to the 2 loves of his life ❤️❤️❤️ I love ur blog btw!!

This doesn't completely stick to the prompt, but I hope you enjoy it! ^^

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Colder Than The Snowman's Heart

Hugo Strange would pay. He would pay for his deceit, for sticking him in this hellhole, for taking his Nora from him and putting her in the hands of the likes of The Joker. He would pay. Victor would start by freezing his fingers to the bone, watch as they turn black at the tips, and then make the man watch as he breaks them off one by one. And then once those were gone, he'd move to his arms and legs…

Ah, but that would come later. Right now, he needed to focus on continuing to find a cure for his wife, as well as manufacturers whatever serum the Good Doctor wanted from him.

The only "good" thing the doctor had done for him, though, had been bringing you to him. A "sign of good faith," in Strange's words. He had plucked you from your little cottage on the outskirts of Bludhaven and brought you into Arkham City and into Freeze's arms without much trouble - not that trouble even existed for someone who had gained as much power and influence as Strange.

And despite Nora's capture, despite all of Victor's rage and fear and suffering, seeing you again made it all… Melt away.

He can barely feel you under his suit, but it's enough. More than enough just to hold you in his arms. Warm, yes, but never warm enough to hurt him. He sighs in relief as he begins rocking the two of you from side to side in a slow dance. You shiver in his grasp and he rubs your back and pulls you even closer.

You'd always been sensitive to the cold. Before he'd been betrayed and transformed and Nora had been well, the three of you would go everywhere together - with two exceptions. You couldn't stand the Cryogenics Lab. Whenever you'd dare to go in for a tour or spend time with the couple, you'd shiver and shake so hard your teeth would chatter and eventually have to, begrudgingly, leave in order to warm yourself up. And whenever he and Nora would go ice-skating, you'd have to wait by the sidelines and watch. Even when they'd insist you just wear a jacket to join them, you'd be adamant it was still too chilly. Victor and Nora would tease you, saying you were just too scared to try, too worried about looking like a baby deer taking its first steps to try stepping foot on the rink.

It was all in good fun, of course, and there were plenty of other things they loved doing with you, instead. Going to Nora's recitals and performances together (Victor reaching an arm to wrap around the back of your chair, moving just a smidge closer to you), making cups of hot cocoa on especially chilly days to help warm you up (Nora sitting snug against you, smile so bright it'd put the sun to shame, waiting until her hands were especially warm and holding your own to chase away the cold.) Going on walks together, talking about everything and anything. Nora insisting that you and Victor dance together as 'practice' for upcoming shows, only to end up with you and Victor trading her as she leads the two of you in a waltz. Going on outings whenever Victor got a day off just to spend the day together - picnics, trips to the amusement park, eating out at restaurants. Even sleepovers.

The three of you were inseparable.

And he and Nora were so in-sync, clicked so well, it only made sense that they'd both fall for you. And they couldn't wait. Couldn't wait to tell you how much you meant to them. How much they loved you. How much they wanted you in their lives not just as a friend, but as a partner. They were so happy, so excited to tell you.

And then Nora got sick. She got sick and that's what Victor had to focus on. And Nora promised that as soon as she got better, they'd tell you and spend happily ever after together.

But, Nora's illness had no cure. And Fries had to pour everything into finding a cure. All his time, his money, his energy. You were by his side one-hundred percent of the way, and he was so grateful, but… It only became more complicated.

Eventually, Victor decided putting her in cryostasis was the only way to buy enough time to formulate a cure. And when he asked for the help of the CEO of the corporation he worked for, he was betrayed. Turned into the man he is now.

He wasn't angry at you for leaving. No, not you. Never you. You were scared. Scared of what had happened to him. Scared of what would happen to Nora. Even scared of Victor, because of what was done to him. He could understand. Of course, he'd understand.

So, you fled Gotham out of fear. You had spoken about it to him and Nora beforehand, wanting to move away from the hustle and bustle of the city and find a nice cottage in a more rural area. He'd be lying if he and Nora hadn't hoped to come along. After all, the city had been getting more dangerous as of late.

But, as much as he understood, it broke Victor's heart. He had nothing. Not Nora, not you, not even his humanity. The only thing that allowed him to keep going was the hope of one day finding a cure for Nora. Perhaps himself, too, but Nora was his top priority. And then, they'd find you again and everything would go back to normal and you'd live out your happily ever after, together, finally.

But, here you are. In his arms once more. Safe and sound. Victor felt himself choke up, tears escaping him before freezing and sticking to his cheeks. There was so much he wanted to tell you. How much he and Nora love you, how he was so happy to see you again, how badly he missed you, how… How sorry he was. For everything.

But, he couldn't. He couldn't speak, his throat closing in on itself and the words unable to come out. But, actions are louder than words, after all.

For just a moment, Victor allows the glass of his helmet to slide back. Slowly, carefully, Victor leans in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. As the glass slid back of his face to shield him, the man let out a content sight. For once, since the Asylum and losing Nora, Victor felt at peace.

In his arms, Victor can just barely feel you shake in his hold, teeth chattering as you begin to hyperventilate.

Surely, it's just from the cold.

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mr-voorhees-husband · 2 years

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Hey; I know you don't got Mr.Freeze listed, but could you write a few tsundere interactions with em? Maybe even hand-holding? If not; please have Mr.Voorees stab me. ;w; plez.

OH MY GOD I DON'T HAVE HIM LISTED?? I DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE /g

i love mr. Freeze so much, he's so <3

Also this is a bit separate from my usual writing because this will include slight Reader x Nora, because i can't just.. not let freeze have nora, that's just mean, it's also i lot more writing for such a simple ask so I apologize

This is technically my own version of freeze but it's roughly based on Arkham!Freeze

Warnings: tsundere freeze, supportive Nora, angst, hurt no comfort (until the end), poly relationship (implied), married couple x reader (implied), open ended, NO CHEATING >:[

Reader: gender neutral, implied scientist/some sort of cryo related job

How it starts/begins

I feel like you'd have to know them both before Nora got sick. You'd work in the same building as Victor, bring him coffee or tea, make sure he didn't overwork himself. You two were, close, even if Victor would constantly take your kidness for granted and shrug you off.

He only did it because he was scared about Nora thinking he was cheating. He doesn't really understand that poly relationships are a thing yet, so he never brings it up to her because, what should he say?

"My love, I have feelings for another, yet I still love you" Victor would rather die then ever make Nora question his love for her.

One day, Nora decides to stop by to see her husband, a small container of freshly baked lemon bars just for him. Coincidentally, you'd been in the lobby of the science facility, and offered to lead her to his (or both of yours) cryogentics lab.

You two talk while on the way there, and you tell her about how you get worried about Victor sometimes. How much he works and how little he eats. You mention bringing him food occasionally, and how he shrugs you off, but you never let it deter you because its the polite thing to you.

It doesn't take Nora long to realize how you feel about Victor, nor how he feels about you. After dropping her off in the lab, you excuse yourself for you lunch break and wander off, leaving the couple alone.

Nora is anything but subtle, she can keep a secret, sure, but she doesn't beat around the bush. Not even five minutes after you've left the room she's turning to Victor and asking "So how long have you had a crush on them?"

Victor jumps into apologies, saying how he didn't mean to, and how he still loves her. But Nora gives him a kiss, smiles and says "our bed could use another person, don't you think?"

That night, they talk extensivly about how it would go. It's Victor's idea to invite you on a date, make it seem like its dinner at first. It's Nora's idea for her to ask instead of Victor, so it doesn't confuse you too much.

Then, she gets sick. I feel as if it's a sudden acting illness, something that sudden became active after being dormat so many years. Victor doesn't come into work that day, or the day after. He's gone for a week, and you've reached point to where you want to steal his file and find his adress.

When he comes in though, two men rolling in a cyrogentic tube with his beautiful wife inside. It suddenly makes sense.

Before the cure

He throws himself into his work, you were concerned about him before, but now you're flat out panicked. At this point, you feel like you're taking care of him more than you're doing your own job

Whenever he goes home, he begs you to watch his wife while he's gone, and you (of course) agree. He goes home, showers, changes his clothes, and gets back within 1-2 hours. He sleeps in the lab, and you'd started taking double shifts to help him find a cure.

Then the accident happened. It was the one time you weren't in the lab with him. You'd been in the lab though, so when the explosion rattled the building, you dropped whatever you were doing and made a mad dash towards Victor.

When you got there, the door itself was frozen over, your boss, and two board members panickedly trying to call the police. It took the police too long to get there, though. When they found Victor's body, the determined he was dead on arrival, body frozen into a cyrogentic state, just like his wife.

He and his wife were taken into custody by the police, leaving you to continue his work alone. Even if you weren't qualified too, you were the only one willing to actually do it. Even despite that, though, you couldn't help but look more into her blood disease.

Maybe if they kept her frozen, you could at least bring her back, it's what Victor would have wanted for her, you knew that for a fact.

You were pulling an overnight shift when you met Mr. Freeze, and in all honesty, you didn't reconize him at first. The suit, the distorted voice. It was quite honestly scary at first. Yet he didn't treat you like the other scientists, not when he reached your lab at least. He seemed to soften, and in the kindest voice he could muster, requested access to your records.

You obliged, of course, and only after he logged into Victor's old computer did it click. Victor never died, not completely, his body was frozen, like they said, but not his mind. By all accounts he should've been dead, but something he'd done was keeping him from succumbing to hypothermia.

Before he left, you told him about the research you were doing. About how you were looking into Nora's condition and how you thought you could help, if he let you, that is.

Victor wouldn't lie to himself, he still had feelings for you, but without Nora back, he'd never act on them. So, as coldly(heh) as he could, he allowed you to return with you to his new lab.

It took weeks upon months, unsurprisingly, injecting poor souls with Nora's blood so they fell to the same illness. Using them as guinea pigs when simple blood drops stopped working. At first it scared you, of course it did. But night after night you did it because something about the two of them made your heart flutter.

Another experiment failed, leaving Victor to sulk off into the lab somewhere while his goons cleaned up the now dead body. Sighing to yourself, you weaved your way through the abandoned warehouse you and Mr. Freeze were currently using for all your experiments, using a key only you and Victor had to enter Nora's holding room. You'd yet to tell Victor about your visits with her, you didn't want to make him uncomfortable, yet you still felt drawn to her in a way.

"Hi, Nora." You stood infront of the cyrogentic chamber, staring up at the almost angelic way she looked. She always had been quite pretty, but when you'd first met her in person it was a humid day and no one really looked their best, even if you were fighting back a blush everytime she batted her eyelashes. "Victor and I held another experiment today, it... didn't go the best."

Sucking in a shaking breath, you continued. "We're close though, I can feel it." You reached up to rest your right hand on the cool glass, eyes softening. She looked so peaceful, unaware of just how close to death she was. "I'll get you out of here in time for your and Victor's anniversary, though, I swear."

"Thank you."

You almost screamed, jumping away from the cyrogenic chamber like it had suddenly turned boiling. Quick as a whip, you swerved to face Victor, who for once didn't have his helmet on. Your mouth went dry, scared. You didn't know how he'd react, I mean, you were just talking to his wife like she was yours.

"Victor- I'm sorry- I didn't-" your words cut off when Victor rested his hand on your shoulder, pressing the opposite one to the glass behind you.

"She liked you, a lot." He hummed, and you turned back to Nora. The idea of the woman just enjoying your presence sending your heart fluttering. Victor sighed to himself, hand leaving my shoulder to fall to his side. "Why do you do this? Why do you help?"

"I don't know." It was the truth, you had no reason to lie. "I just.. Nora seems like such a sweet, wonderful woman, and before she got sick you were one of the best scientists I've ever met." Subconsciously, you reached up to press the hand opposite to Victor against the glass. "I want to help her."

A gloved hand wrapped around your own, and for a moment all you could do was stare in amazement. Victor didn't turn to you, but he squeezed you hands when speaking his next words. "Thank you."

True to your words, you had found a cure in time for their anniversary.

#victor fries #mr. freeze #mr freeze #nora fries #mr freeze x reader #victor fries x reader #nora fries x reader

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gothamitelove · 2 years

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can i request gotham! victor fries with a s/o that is smaller than him (like oswald but a little bit more smaller) btw i love your writing ♡

YES anon you absolutely can. victor my absolute beloved. <3

gotham!victor fries w/shorter!s/o

he likes the height difference, pal. and he's gonna make that clear, except he's much more subtle about it than, say, zsasz, who would be a MENACE about it

he'll pat you on the head if you're that much shorter than him

and he does look down at you with this kinda smug expression on his face, but if you confront him about it he's suddenly a Little Guy who's never done anything wrong in his life

he can pick you up and will do it if you're being difficult about something

and victor is, above all, a very big fan of leaning down to kiss you (or having you go up on your tip-toes to kiss him)

this was so cute!!! UGH. i hope you liked it, anon!

#asks #victor fries #victor fries x reader #mr freeze #mr freeze x reader #mister freeze #dcu #x reader #dc x reader #gender neutral reader #rogues gallery #gotham #gotham rogues #gotham fandom #gotham fox #gotham show #gotham series

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fangirl--writes · 11 months

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Gotham Villains as Parents: Part Two

Part Two of This Request asking about the Gotham Villains as Parents! I love these types of requests honestly. I am absolutely feral for ideas like this.

Included in this ask are the other Legion of Horribles Members: Brigit Pike (Firefly), Victor Fries (Mr. Freeze) and Jonathan Crane (Scarecrow) Tetch is excluded because... well you’ve seen the show.

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🧊 Daddy/Uncle Fries

He always wanted kids with Nora so kids are something he’s comfortable with

Attentive, Doting out of all the Rouges he’s the most balanced.

Bed times, Proper meals (as well as one can in a frozen tundra home.)

Introduces them to Dad Rock

FEIRCELY PROTECTIVE OF HIS LITTLE POPSICLE. 🍧 🍧

If He babysits- it’s all junk food, sugar and movies they’re not allowed to watch

Chill Uncle 🧊 🧊

“Hey we got pizza and they chugged a two liter on the way here bye- “

If the kid can’t turn to their actual parent, he’s always there.

Like Jonathon he’s always down to play whatever games the kid wants

Rad Heeler vibes

Spoils them secretly like Bridget

“I saw this thing I thought they’d like, or this reminded me of them…it’s no big deal …

🎩 Tetch is EXCLUDED.

He gives least favorite family member vibes

Creepy uncle you try to avoid

😱 Brotherly Jonathan Crane

Big Bro Scarecrow

Immediately feels protective upon meeting them

Man of few words but will always play with the kid if asked

In and out of scarecrow attire… just plops down for a tea party or action figures

Teaches them to draw and colors with them ✏️ ✏️

Reliable Baby sitter tho (the kids LOVE him)

Will have all their preferences in a book or committed to memory

Watches over them while they sleep yandere…just a little

“You’ll never need to fear again.”

Honestly, it’s a super cute sibling relationship

🧨 Auntie/ Older Sister Firefly/ Bridgit Pike

Tbh I don’t see her as a “mom” role

Cool Aunt Vibes/ Older Sister

Auntie Bridget ✌️

Acts like she doesn’t care about them

She does.

ESPECIALLY if the kid was pulled in off the street/ Narrows

teach the kid how to use flame throwers “For Self-defense only.” JK

Will steal them from school / sports / any event… any excuse to hang out

Matching outfits

Ice-cream and Arson 🍦 🔥

If the kid has relationship problems they go to Bridgit

“Cool, where do they live? we’ll set their car on fire.”

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#mandatorybrunchmeeting #legion of horribles #gotham rogues #bridgit pike #firefly gotham #bridgit pike gotham #victor fries #mr freeze gotham #scarecrow gotham #jonathan crane #scarecrow #gotham on FOX #gotham headcanons #gotham x reader #gotham imagines

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finniestoncrane · 1 year

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hot cold body my beloved ❄

#i made this to treat myself #because sometimes this scene enters my head and i just... hng #finnie gifs #victor fries #mr freeze #mr freeze x reader #gotham!freeze #gotham fox #gotham

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angelofthenight · 2 years

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Oswald: Okay I estimate that we have a 33% chance-

You: All right let’s do this.

You: *runs straight into a room*

Victor Fries: Oh my god they just ran in there.

#gotham incorrect quotes #gotham #incorrect gotham quotes #gotham imagine #gotham x reader #reader insert #incorrect quotes #oswald cobblepot x reader #oswald cobblepot imagine #oswald cobblepot #victor fries imagine #victor fries x reader #victor fries

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batman-dc-imagines · 2 months

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Character Interaction primarily, (ex. asking Jervis Tetch a question and getting a in character response)

Any kind of fanfiction since I can’t list them all.

Headcanons (character limit is 9)

Imagines

Reactions

I ship you with...(describe yourself)

Letter from a character

Any, just be specific in your ask on which version (gotham, btas, movie adaptations, etc...)

Tell me the character(s) name and what versions you want. My main focus is villains but again you can request other characters like Bruce(Batman), Damien, Barbara, etc.

Additional: Key things to keep in mind

Key thing to key in mind is that I’m busy. I do this for fun and on my own time. I try to answer asks from oldest to newest but depending on how big or short, I might answer yours sooner. Just keep that in mind.

When I say any kind of fanfiction, I mean that. Any kind. For now, there are no rules. Just send in a request (please try and be semi-specific) and I'll decide if I'm okay writing/answering it or not.

Looking back at the first bullet, that also means I will delete or ignore any ask I don't feel comfortable with or don't know any way to respond to it. Respect that.

I'm also okay with criticism on what I could do better to improve my writing for example tips on how to better accurately write a certain version of a character. Just know I won't take the kind of criticism like (ex. "Your work is terrible. It's obvious you didn't put any effort into it." or "You're a terrible writer. Your grammar is awful, and your ideas are all over the place.") It's rude first of all, and secondly, words like that doesn't help me improve my writing at all.

Wish to see my other works? Here’s my main @adalwolfgang

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multifanatics · 1 year

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Reacting to Reader Having Surgery

A/N: I only wrote for Freeze and Two-Face as I love them with every fiber of my being.

Warnings: Hospitals, IV's, Others that relate to surgery.

Victor Fries // Freeze

Oh my fucking god.

He’s a man of science, ration, he’s calm and intelligent.

But when you go back, when you’re in surgery..

again.. OH MY FUCKING GOD.

He’s lost Nora, and he remembers how much it hurt and how much it would hurt if he were to lose you.

He’s so close to tears when they take you from him, it’s not funny.

When you wake up he’s by your side despite the doctors not wanting him there when you wake up right away.

When you wake up you can be sure he’s going to kiss you very very gently on/near the wound.

Once you both get home he admits how nervous he was. Kind of nonchalantly too but it becomes emotional very quickly.

The Band-Aid where your IV was is staying on for a full 24 hours. He does not care… it’s that or he’s freezing it.

At your beck and call even if he rolls his eyes at a request he does all the time. Such as cuddles while you fall asleep.

He loves you more than anything in the world, and he’s trying to refrain from being clingy.

Harvey Dent // Two Face

Two-Face is nervous as hell.

Harvey can forget flipping the coin to make a decision. It’s a fidget toy for him now, something to center his anxiety on.

If Harv convinces Harvey not to mess with their coin because he said he’d kill someone every time it lands on tails. Then Harvey uses your half dollar they gave to you.

Harv’s way of dealing with anxiety is killing people.. He threatened the anesthesiologist after the IV was in because “[Y/N] is not normal.” Referring to your grogginess which was completely normal.

Poor doctor has to explain the process to Harv twice because he has them at gunpoint.

And Harvey is trying to make sure Harv doesn’t kill anyone unless they deserve it like the asshole that looked at you in the hall.

Harvey handles his anxiety by playing with a coin, doing the leg thing, and holding your hand whenever he can.

Harv seems calm, collected but surprisingly he's more nervous then Harvey and itching for a reason to kill someone.

Harvey might even start reciting Latin from his old DA books because he doesn’t know what else to do. He’s also definitely putting together a legal argument… just in case.

When you get home and are groggy, tired, etc. Harvey has you in his arms avoiding the part that hurts.

While Harv is ranting about random things or pacing..

Yes you technically make three but you are the better half of them both. Therefore in their mind you count as two and make them whole.

#general!victor fries #general!mr freeze #victor fries headcanon #victor fries x reader #mr freeze headcanons #mr freeze x reader #general!harveydent #general!two face #harvey dent headcanon #harvey dent x reader #two face x reader #two face headcanon #x reader #dc headcanon #dc x reader

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batmanrogues-scenarios · 10 months

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Any rogues react on their S/O, upon seeing someone trying to flirt with them, take said rogues and walk away with them, saying something like "I'm way too petty to share you with someone else"?

Aww, love jealous trope.

Too Pretty To Share

Black Mask

He just smirked when lady flirted with him, he knows he's a hot shot.

Was confused when S/O takes him away but when they say why he just laughs.

He agrees 100%. He grabs their hips and kisses their neck. Nothing to worry about, his eyes are the best prize.

Riddler

Once someone flirts with him he puffs like a peacock.

That is until S/O just drags him away. Hey-! What's happening.

Once he realizes they're jealous he has shit eating grin.

"I hate to admit it but you're right. I need to be with the prettiest one."

Mr Freeze

Confused by it, he doesn't really register it as flirting. Just thinks they're really friendly.

Asks if everything is alright, worried if something happened.

In this version S/O says they're too pretty to share him with anyone but Nora and Victor is confused.

They don't have to worry, he's not interested in anyone else.

BTAS Talia Al Ghul

She's used to people being interested in her, she even takes pride in it.

Asks if there's something S/O needs and hearing explanation she just laughs.

Oh her sweet habib albi, she would never choose another over them.

Just showers them in affection to prove it.

#pati writes #black mask x reader #roman sionis x reader #riddler x reader #edward nygma x reader #mr freeze x reader #victor fries x reader #talia al ghul x reader #btas talia al ghul

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lilianvanrouge · 1 year

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Mr. Freeze x Daughter Reader

You were around five to six years old when your father became Mr. Freeze. He will always remember the day you were born. You were an exact miniature copy of his Nora, which makes his thoughts about losing you even worse. He will always remember how warm your tiny little hand was when you wrapped it around his index finger.

He began crying tears of joy, he wanted you so badly and was very impatient for your birth. He hugged you and your mother tightly crying tears of joy. Your mother gave you your name which made it all the more valuable and irreplaceable to your father.

When you took your first steps you fell into your fathers arms as he lifted you up as both your parents cheered. Your first words were also Daddy, which tugged at his heart strings. When your parents disappeared your mother’s sister took you in.

You were currently in the middle of a school play. You were in a fake tower playing Rapunzel when all of a sudden the doors to the auditorium burst open. A bunch of men with guns came out shooting at the ceiling. One more man came out wearing a strange suit.

“Where is (Y/N) Fries?!” asked the man.

You had no idea that the man in the strange suit was your father. He then shot the ceiling with his weird gun and it froze that part of the ceiling and it collapse.

“I repeat! Where is (Y/N) Fries?!” demanded your father.

You quietly snuck out of the tower and out the back exit. It was super dark outside, but lights from the baseball field shined down on you as you ran behind the school. All of a sudden a wall of ice formed in front of you.

“Where do you think you’re going?” asked an angry man.

You turned around and saw it was the strange man in the suit.

“It’s you. . .” said your father in unbelief.

You screamed and ran another direction, but he trapped you with another ice wall.

“(Y/N) it’s me, your father,” said your father softly.

“No! You’re not! My daddy doesn’t look anything like you!” you said.

You tried to run around him, but he grabbed your wrist and lifted you off your feet. You screamed and started struggling in his grip.

“(Y/N), it is me! Whenever you had a nightmare you slept with me and your mother! Your mother and I took you to that movie you wanted to see three months ago! You named the toy bunny I gave you the day you were born Mr. _____!” your father listed.

You immediately stopped squirming and began crying. Your father let you down and you hugged each other.

“Where have you been all this time?!!” you sobbed.

“I’m sorry I left you alone for so long. There’s no need to worry now. I’m taking you home,” he said.

You had no idea that your father froze everyone in the auditorium that night trying to find you. He only found you because he spotted you through a window. He thought that you were a random child going to call the police and was about to kill you.

Weeks passed and you haven’t been back to school or seen your aunt since. During that time you learned the horrible truth that your mother was dead. Your father tried his best to make time for you and sooth your pain, but he was busy getting some things.

You woke up in the middle of the night hearing a loud noise. You walked out of your room and to your father’s lab.

“Daddy?” you said.

“(Y/N)?! You should be asleep. It’s way passed your bedtime,” said your father.

“Couldn’t sleep. Your machine was making too much noise,” you said.

Your father frowned and apologized to you. He said he would work on his machine in the morning. He then picked you up and you both went to sleep in the same bed. The next morning when your father straight to work on his machine.

When you woke up you saw that the fridge was empty. Your father gave you some money the other day and you decided to go to the store. When you were walking over to the grocery store a truck wasn’t paying attention to the cross walk. The truck driver didn’t see you until it was too late! You screamed thinking you were dead until someone snatched you out of the way. You looked up and saw it was Batman.

“Batman?” you said confused.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes,” you muttered.

“Where are your parents? What’s your name?” he asked.

“(Y/N) Fries, and I’m by myself going to the store. Bye,” you said.

Back at your father’s hideout your father took notice to how quiet it was. You’re usually watching TV at this time or atleast entered his lab once. He finished his machine and came out of his lab.

“(Y/N)?! (Y/N)?!” shouted your father, getting worried.

Your father then went to both his and your room to see that you weren’t there.

“(Y/N)!! (Y/N)!! Where are you?!!” shouted your father, tossing things out of his away looking for you.

He then turned towards his henchmen and demanded to know where you were. When they said they didn’t know your father started to threaten them with his gun.

“I will give you one last chance! Where is my daughter?!” said your father.

“I’m back!” you said, entering the hideout.

Your father attention snapped immediately snapped to you. He ran up to you and hugged you tightly.

“(Y/N), where have you been young lady?!” he scolded.

“I went to the store because there was no food,” you explained.

Your father then apologized for his lack of care and picked you up. You were now sat on his lap asleep while he watched the news.

“Humanity. Compassion. Charity. Where were those pretty words when she needed to hear them?” asked your father, as he just destroyed the TV with his freeze gun.

“Daddy, why did you break the TV?” you asked.

“Nothing to worry about, Darling, just go back to sleep,” he said.

When you woke up your father and his men were leaving.

“(Y/N), don’t leave this place under any circumstances do you understand me?” asked your father.

“But I-” you began.

“Promise me!!” your father said, putting both hands on your shoulders.

“I promise,” you said, sadly.

Your father wanted to kiss, but couldn’t with his helmet. Your father and his men then left, leaving you all alone. Your father was now encasing the building that Ferris Boyle was in with ice. Your father’s machine was now growing unstable and ice was going everywhere. The Batman tried to stop the machine, but your father stopped him. Your father then went into the frozen building to finish off Boyle once and for all.

When your father was halfway complete with freezing Boyle the Batman came back for one last fight.

“The advanced circuitry of my suit also triples my strength. Sooner or later all who stand in my way will feel the icy touch of death. Any last words Batman?” your father asked.

He was holding Batman by his neck.

“Don’t do this Fries. . . You’re about to lose something absolutely valuable to you. Priceless. . .” choked Batman.

“Lies! I do not have anything to lose! Boyle already stole my wife and my humanity! There’s nothing else that can be taken from me!” said your father.

“Behind you. . .” choked Batman.

Your father gave a quick glance behind him and gasped dropping Batman. You were on the roof of the next building over which was freezing over because of your father’s machine and was about to tip over.

“My baby!!!” your father said shocked.

Your father ran to the window and broke it, but there was no way he could make it to you in time. You then slipped off the roof screaming.

“No!!!” your father shouted.

He then aimed his ice gun where you were about to fall and created a thick blanket of snow. He also added some ice pillars to support the building. You fell into the snow pile safe and unharmed as your father used a bridge of ice to run over to you. When he finally made it to you; he hugged you tightly while you cried.

“(Y/N), what are you doing here?!! I told you to stay home, young lady!!” scolded your father.

You cried harder while squeezing his suit.

“I already lost, Mommy. Don’t make me lose you too, Daddy,” you choked out.

Your father’s expression soften.

“(Y/N), I’m-” before your father could finish his sentence, Batman broke his glass helmet.

Your father fell on the ground not able to breathe. You ran up to Batman and started hitting him.

“No!! Stay away from him!!” you shouted.

Batman hit you at the back of your neck knocking you out cold.

“(Y/N). . .” said your father.

You were now back at your aunt’s while your father is in Arkham.

“I’ve failed you and (Y/N). I wish there was another way for me to say it. I can not. I can only beg your forgiveness. And pray you hear me somehow, someplace. Someplace where a warm hand waits for mine,” said your father to the snow globe of your mother.

Days passed and the guards at Arkham wouldn’t allow you to visit or bring anything to your father. Your aunt also didn’t want you visiting him, so you always had to go alone. And there’s no way the guards will let a child visit a criminal by themself.

That was until a nice prison guard lady let you see your father out of pity. She knocked on the door notifying your father that he had a visitor.

“I do not want to see anyone right now,” said your father.

The guard still opened the door and you ran inside wearing a parka.

“Daddy!!” you shouted.

“(Y/N)?!” said your father.

He hugged you tightly and you both began crying tears of joy. The guard then left you to give you some privacy. You began telling your father everything that’s been going on in your life.

You’ve been visiting him as often as you could, and if you couldn’t you would give him letters. As months began to pass your aunt found out you’ve been visiting your father without her permission. That’s when she dropped the news on you that you were moving. You had no idea how to break this to your father.

You instead wrote this as a letter to your father. Once he read this letter he crushed it in his hands.

You were now in your aunt’s car as you just left her old home. While she was driving she was telling you how amazing your new home will be. All of sudden the car began sliding down the road before crashing upside down.

“Where do you think you’re going with my daughter?!” said your father angry.

Your aunt unbuckled you and herself from the car. She then put you behind her to try and shield you from him while still inside the car.

“I’m taking her to a place where she’ll be safe!” said your aunt.

“You mean taking her to a place far away from me!!” shouted your father.

“Yes!! Where I know she’ll be safe!!” shouted your aunt.

Your father then pointed his gun at your aunt and was about to shoot her. But he immediately stopped seeing you crawling in front of your aunt.

“(Y/N). Come,” said your father.

You began to crawl out of the car, but your aunt grabbed your shoulder. She begged you not to go, but you both knew you had no choice. Otherwise, your father would have taken you by force.

You crawled out the car and walked up to your father. He took your hand and began leading you away from the crash.

“Daddy, where are you taking me?” you asked.

“Somewhere where no one will ever take you away from me again, my treasure,” he said.

#batman #mr. freeze #victor fries #mr. freeze x daughter reader

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thetriumphantpanda · 7 months

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where have all the good men gone? | javier peña

Take The Weight Off His Shoulders - Chapter Three

Chapter Summary | A date, supposed to get your mind of Javier, goes terribly, and he's the only person you can think to call that will make anything better.

Chapter Warnings | Mutual pining, slow burn, sexual tension, flirting, alcohol consumption, protective!Javi, misogynistic comments (not from Javi), (1) man being a pushy douchebag (also not Javi), swearing, mentions of the drug trade - nothing else I can think of.

Pairing | dbf!Javier Peña x F!Reader

Word Count | 3k

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“I promise he’s good fun,” Liv’s voice speaks through the phone, cradled to your ear by your shoulder as you skim through your wardrobe, “Nice, and age appropriate.” She teases.

“Shut up,” You grumble, still annoyed that you’ve allowed her to talk you into this at all, “This is still a terrible idea.”

“You were the one complaining about Javier Peña being a bad idea,” She defends herself, “And you also could have said no, too late now.”

You sigh because she’s right. You’ve been trying for the past week to convince yourself that finding someone else might make wanting Javier go away, even just a little bit. Someone your age, not entangled in your family dynamics, or at least you’re hoping anyway. Liv had suggested someone she knew from work, a nice boy, two years older than you, his head screwed on, a managerial position at work. Sensible.

“I have no idea what to wear.” You groan down the phone, there are plenty of dresses you could choose, but somehow, it feels like this person you don’t know doesn’t deserve that of you.

“Put those jeans on,” Liv speaks, crunching coming down the phone line, clearly she’s snacking like she always does, “The tight ones, makes your ass look phenomenal, and the lowest cut top you own.”

“Liv,” You chastise, “I’ve never met him before, I’m not fucking him tonight.”

“I didn’t suggest you did,” She chuckles, “Just give him a taste of what’s to come.”

“Unbelievable,” You mutter, but follow her advice anyway, pulling out a shirt that cuts low, scooping out your jeans from the drawer, “Right, I gotta go and get ready, but if this is awful, you’re entirely to blame, okay?”

“Hearing you loud and clear girl,” She chuckles, “Have fun and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

“Goodbye!” You chuckle, hanging up.

It’s still light out, so you opt to walk to the bar in town. It’s not all that far, and the air has cooled enough by the time you leave that it doesn’t feel too stiflingly hot. The bar is not one you would have chosen, one of the more upmarket establishments in town. You wish you could go back to your normal dive bar, with its slightly sticky floor and the smell of fried food. You give him the benefit of the doubt though, maybe he’s just trying to impress you and you can’t fault him for that, can you?

Liv told you he’d be sat at the bar in a blue shirt, and there’s only one person it can be when you get close enough, “Victor?” You ask, stood next to him.

“The one and only,” He smiles at you, standing from the barstool to give you a hug, which you allow, “You look hot.”

“Thanks,” You chuckle, sitting down on the stool next him, noticing a drink already there for you, it’s a cocktail, bright pink, and you know you’ll already hate it, and you do when you take a sip, wincing as the fruity blend moves down your throat, “Oh, it’s very sweet.”

“I thought it was a safe option, most girls love this drink.”

You’re tempted to make a comment about this clearly being his favourite place to bring his dates but you bite your tongue, working through the necessary small talk as you try and drink it as fast as you can so you can choose something you might actually enjoy.

“So, Liv told me you’re a journalist,” He comments, sipping his glass of whiskey, “What kind of things do you write?”

“I mainly cover news about the drug trade and how that affects the town.” You explain, taking the last sip of your drink, flagging the bartender down.

“Pretty morbid,” He shrugs, ordering himself another whiskey as you opt for a margarita, “Surely a girl like you should be writing about fashion or something.”

You scoff, “So I can’t write about things that are important to our town because I’m a woman?”

“No, I don’t mean it like that,” He tries to backtrack, “Just that it’s intimidating, is all, might put people off,” He chuckles then, “Although not me, like my girls with a bit of personality.”

You roll your eyes and don’t even try and hide it as you sip at your margarita, much better, you think. It carries on like that for another hour, Victor and his thinly veiled misogyny and his boring, surface level conversation. He tries at some point to put his hand on your knee, but you jerk away, moving so he can’t touch you.

“You want another?” He asks when you finish your third drink, “The night is still young.”

“No thank you,” You say, trying to be as polite as possible, “I have work tomorrow so probably best to head home.”

You try and insist that you pay for your part of the bill, but to his only credit, he insists on covering the tab but does then try and wrap his arm around your waist to walk you outside, which makes you want to hit him more than anything.

You stand next to him on the pavement outside the bar as the doors close behind you. You can still hear everyone else talking inside, but you have no idea what to do. You want to go home, but it’s dark, and you know you’d told your dad that Victor would walk you home, but you don’t want to spend another minute in his company.

“So, am I gonna get my goodnight kiss?” He asks, trying to take hold of your wrist to pull you into him.

He’s stronger than you, so he does sort of succeed in pulling you into his body, but you manage to put your palm against his chest to push him back.

“I don’t think so.” You cringe a little, trying to lean back as far as you can with his hand pulling your wrist.

“You’re joking right?” He scoffs, “I paid for your drinks, try and be interested in what you said and you’re going to refuse me?”

“Look, I don’t mean to be rude,” You speak, trying to talk the situation down, “I just don’t think this is gonna work.”

“Don’t need to tell me,” He snaps, “Such a fucking tease turning up dressed like this, but you’re really just a prude.”

“Oh fuck off man!” You try and push him again, succeeding in doing it enough for him to let go of your wrist so you can put some distance between you, “I don’t owe you shit.”

“Forget it,” He turns around and walks away, leaving you on your own, “Probably would have been a shit lay anyway.”

You’re tempted to call back but realise it’s not worth it, so you let him wander off, leaving you on the sidewalk on your own with no idea what to do now. You would walk home, but if your dad see’s you on your own, he’s going to kill you for being silly enough to walk home alone after dark, and then find Victor and kill him too for being a jerk.

You slump against the brick wall of the bar, rooting through your bag, there’s enough cash to go back in and get a drink and try and calm down a little, then, your fingers brush against the card you’d slipped in there a few days ago. The name and the number, and the few coins in the bottom of your bag, draw you to the phone box at the end of the street. You’re putting the money in and dialing before you can convince yourself it’s a silly idea.

He picks up on the third ring.

“Peña.” It’s so formal.

“Javi?” You ask, trying to keep your voice level, but ultimately failing.

“Are you okay?” Is the first thing he asks, and he sounds frantic.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine, I just-” God this seems so stupid now, mainly because you don’t want to admit you were on a date, you don’t want to make yourself seem unavailable to him, “I was on a date and it didn’t go well, he was meant to walk me home and well, I don’t want him to, but I don’t wanna call my dad.”

“He hurt you?” He seems cross, protective even, which makes your tummy flutter.

“N-no,” You sigh, “He got pushy when I wouldn’t kiss him but I’m fine.”

You can hear him shuffling around on the other end of the phone, can hear the jangle of keys, “Where are you?”

“I’m at the phone box at the end of Grant Street.” You say, you’re about to speak again when Javi beats you to it.

“Stay there, go inside a store or something and wait for me, I’ll be there as soon as I can, okay?”

“Okay,” You nod, like he can see you, “Javi?”

“Yeah, querida?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t you dare,” He scoffs, “Never apologise for needing my help, okay?” You can hear the sound of his truck engine in the background, “I gotta hang up to drive, but I’ll be there soon, promise.”

“Okay,” You sniff, “Thank you.”

You can hear the dial tone before he can reply, so you hang the receiver back up and head into the liquor store on the other side of the road. You smile at the clerk, who asks if you need anything, you shake your head, tell him you’re just waiting for someone and then spend the rest of the time looking out of the window.

He’s parking up in a worryingly short amount of time, and as you walk from the store you worry that he put himself in danger driving so fast to get you. He’s opening his door and climbing down from the truck. As soon as you’re close enough, he’s got his hands on your shoulders, searching your face to make sure you’re alright.

“I’m fine Javi, I promise,” You insist, holding gently to his arms, giving him a smile, “I’ve probably overreacted.”

He lets his arm drops and signals for you to get into the truck, following swiftly, “If he made you uncomfortable it’s not an overreaction,” He speaks, turning the truck back on and pulling away, “He still around?”

You shake your head, “I don’t think so.”

“Good.”

It makes you wonder if he means good because he won’t bother you anymore, or good because it means he won’t be tempted to do something about his blatant disrespect. You decide not to probe that one, but file it away for later. You’re driving down the street when your stomach grumbles, reminding you that you’ve not eaten since lunch.

“You hungry?”

“I could eat,” You mumble sheepishly, “I’m sure there’s something at home.”

Javi nods, but drives straight past the turning he would need to take you home, driving straight on instead and turning off a little later. You’re about to ask where he’s taking you when he pulls into the parking lot at McDonalds. He parks up and tells you to stay where you are.

You watch him as he walks away, perfectly broad back, shirt tucked into his jeans. He really is a vision in every way when you look at him. He’s striding back out a little while later, brown paper bag in one hand and a soda cup in the other. He passes them both to you as he climbs back into his seat.

“What’s this?” You ask, taking a sip of the cold soda.

“Cheeseburger, extra pickles and a Sprite with extra ice.”

Yet again, he’s managed to amaze you with his observation skills. There was a time where he’d taken a trip with you and your parents, just a day out of town somewhere, and you’d stopped to get food on the way home, you’d made this exact order, turned to him and told him it was your favourite, and somehow he’d filed that away for right now, when you needed it the most.

“Thank you.” You speak simply, reaching in for the burger, unwrapping it carefully before taking a bite.

Javi can’t help but watch out of the side of his eye as you eat. God, you looked beautiful. Jeans that looked like they’d been painted onto your skin, showing off all those perfect parts of you. A shirt that was enticing without being too much. Fuck, he wanted to reach over, use his thumb to wipe away the tiny bit of sauce that had gathered in the corner of your mouth, push it into your mouth and let you lick it off his thumb.

You ball up the wrapper your burger had come in once you’ve finished, dropping it into the paper bag, picking up the cup of soda to suck the Sprite through the straw, “You alright now?” He asks.

You look at him, small, sad smile on your lips, “Just can’t help feeling there’s something wrong with me.” You shrug, offering him a sip of your drink which he declines.

“What do you mean?” He asks, wanting to reach over to you, put a comforting hand on you, but deciding against it for now.

You shrug a little, leaning your head back against the seat, “No-one ever looks at me in that way, I suppose,” You answer honestly, and he wants to tell you it isn’t true, that he thinks of you exactly like that, no matter how much he shouldn’t, “I’ve been with one guy in my whole life and I don’t think he ever really liked me, was only with me because I was the only one left out of my friends.”

“Did he say that?”

“He didn’t have to,” You shrug again, “He never really made an effort, never took me out, never really wanted to sleep with me much either, I guess I was just easy for him,” You say, “Convenient.” Is what you finish on.

“It isn’t you,” Javi speaks, turning his head to look at you, resting it against his seat in much the same way you are, “First of all, college boys are always idiots, don’t let that be your base line,” You snort and turn your head to look at him now, “What did tonight’s idiot do?”

You shake your head at him, “He was just a misogynistic asshole,” You add a shrug, “Apparently because I’m a woman I should write about fashion and not anything that actually matters.”

Javi scoffs, because in his experience, women make the best journalists, quiet, unassuming but they always knew how to pull strings and get what they wanted and he doesn’t doubt you’re the same, “Take it as a compliment,” He offers, “Sometimes it’s best to intimidate boys, and the ones that you don’t?” He asks as a rhetorical question, “Those will be the men worth your time.”

You chuckle a bit, rolling your head on the headrest behind you to look back out of the front of the car, “You’re just saying this to make me feel better.”

Javi reaches over, takes hold of your hand and gives it a slight squeeze before he’s letting it drop again, almost like he’s been burnt, like he knows he shouldn’t have done it, “I am saying it to make you feel better, that’s the whole point, but it’s true,” He shrugs a little in his seat, “Don’t feel like you’ve got to rush into that side of life either, you’re still young, there’s plenty of time for you.”

You hum in agreement because you know he’s right, it’s what everyone always says to you in these circumstances, but somehow, coming from him, it means more. He’s older than you and although you’ve no doubt that he’s known plenty of women in his time, he’s in just the same predicament as you are.

“Will you take me home?” You ask softly, “I’m tired.”

He nods, starting up his car, pulling out of the parking lot and finally driving you back home.

He pulls his truck up just down the street from your house, far enough away that your dad won’t be able to see, but close enough that he knows he’ll be able to sit and wait to watch you get in safely. He cuts the engine and turns to you, giving you a soft smile, trying to tell you that it’ll all be okay.

“Thanks,” You speak softly, “For all this, made a shitty night not so bad in the end.”

“Always,” He smiles back, “I mean it when I say you don’t ever need to worry about calling me.”

“I know,” You smile, and he feels his heart swell at the sight, “Well, goodnight Javi.”

He doesn’t really register what’s happening until it’s too late. You drag your body across the truck instead of moving to the door to open it and press a gentle kiss to his cheek. It would be innocent enough if it wasn’t for the fact your lips press into the skin just far enough away from his mouth so as not to cross a line, but not right in the middle of his cheek either. It’s the softest way he’s been touched in a long time, and he can feel himself wanting to grip onto you, smash his mouth to your own and finally scratch the itch that’s sitting under his skin.

You pull away, but before you can open the door, he’s taking hold of your wrist and moving closer, pressing his own kiss to your cheek right back, further up your skin than you had done to him, but it’s a kiss to your skin none-the-less, one that floods his chest with hope, a feeling he hasn’t really felt in years. He keeps his mouth there probably for a little longer than he should, committing the feel of your skin on his mouth because he knows this is as far as he should push things, but he also knows that he now needs to know what the rest of your skin feels like under his mouth.

He pulls away and when he looks at your eyes, all full of hope and want, the same look he’d seen countless times in Colombia, whether he was promising a visa or led next to someone in bed, and he knows he shouldn’t have done it, shouldn’t have encouraged these kinds of feelings, but he’s done it now, he can’t take it back, wouldn’t want to if he could either.

“There’s nothing wrong with you, querida,” He says softly, “Nothing wrong with you at all.”

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