Arkham Asylum

 Mun & Muses 18+ NSFW content will occur

[arkhamxasylumxpatients]

----Going to get some replies done on my other account, but I'll be back. 

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      “Do you hear yourself?”

[arkhamxasylumxpatients]

"I could hear myself better if you would stop speaking."

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[renlybaratheon]

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[graham-unhinged]

A Family of Strays

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  Frankie grinned at her approval - really, she’d never been that good at selecting jewelry. Her parents had bought her numerous sets of earrings and necklaces and bracelets over the years, and she’d probably eaten a good few pairs of earrings in her infancy. But her knowledge of jewelry prices were pretty limited. She could sometimes spot a fake diamond, but that was about it. And really, she just liked the way that the black diamond looked against rose gold. But Em liked it, and that made it even better. 

The girl leaned up a bit so Emily could lift her hair up, and she blushed a bit at the compliment. It still surprised her, sometimes, that the older woman even thought of her the way that she did. She was so sophisticated, smart and well spoken, and Frankie sort of had trouble wrapping her head around it all. People liked to call Em a bad guy - which, if you looked at things as black and white, probably made sense. But there were a lot of grey areas in the world - laws were mostly there to benefit the rich and pull one over on everybody else. Frankie’s own parents had to work hard to get the money they had, but even then, they benefitted from the whole system. And whatever Em was doing was noble, really. She was like Robin Hood, stealing from the rich and - well, Frankie wasn’t sure about the rest. 

She let out a little hum at the kiss to her neck and brushed her fingers over the pendant. “Thank you,” she whispered, turning to press a kiss to Emily’s jaw. “You think so? I’ve been really careful with them. Monty said not to let the chains kink up - and I told him I know better, but he gave me that look,” Frankie rolled her eyes playfully, slipping one of the necklaces into a small bag. Monty was actually one of the nicer ones - he treated her more like a little sister (or probably the crew’s fluffy little pet) than a nuisance. “Anyway, they should all be ready soon. Are you guys all done with your logistical stuff? Do I get you for the rest of the night?” Frankie looked up at her with eager eyes, hoping that she wouldn’t have to go away again. She knew that Emily had things to do, important things that she couldn’t know about - and that she probably would’t really understand, anyway. But she still got quality time with her, at the end of the day. It was a perk of Emily’s occupation, really. Not having a nine to five office job meant that she got to make up her own schedule. 

[arkhamxasylumxpatients]

Lips twisted into a deeper smile as she heard the soft pleasurable hum vibrate the young girl's throat and the barely audible thank you. And then hot lips were pressed to her jawline, searing into her skin and causing her heart to flutter. It was crazy how dependent she had become on the innocent naive girl. Frankie was like the pet dog she once had when she was younger. That dog was her best friend in the entire world. He went with her everywhere and he was always so good, doing as he was told and performing tricks. He was the only one that understood her. Humans had this attitude toward animals, thinking that they were above them intellectually, but she felt that way about humans. Especially humans that thought they were intelligent. She'd always preferred naive creatures, always had a soft spot for them, believed that they were the only creatures fully capable of loving without holding back. Just like her dog. Her jaw clenched tightly as she thought about what her father had done to that dog in his sick twisted envy. When she'd been accepted into one of the best academies in the world, her father had---She didn't even want to think about it. Her father's envy was always so strong. 

Now, she felt that same strong urge with Frankie. That strong urge to protect her. Emily chuckled and shook her head, reaching up and running her fingers through the young girl's hair. "Monty gives everyone that look, dear. You can't take it personal. I know that you wouldn't allow the chains to kink. He's just looking out for you." 

"You finish up in here and then I am all yours for the evening." She was mostly telling the truth. It would be early morning before she crawled out of bed. Nearing four or five. And Frankie would be fast asleep, never to know the difference. Sometimes it was difficult to pry herself out of her own mind. To pull herself out of the lab and away from her experiments, but Frankie made it easier. Easier to force herself to stop thinking and enjoy life. At least for a little while. "I'll be right back." Leaning down, she pressed a kiss to her lips and smiled against them, allowing them to linger for a moment longer. God, she loved kissing her.

Pushing herself off the floor, the tall slender woman walked toward the two henchmen watching the door. She didn't know their names. They were basically being Frankie's babysitters. It was horrible, but she was a genius and any genius was made up of a mix of paranoia and hesitation. "Mark 1. Mark 2." She knew those weren't their names, but didn't care, she called most of her henchmen Mark. She immersed herself in the conversation, talking about the stash, blue eyes fixed on the pretty girl as she waited for her to finish bagging up her jewelry.

[theharpieoftroy]

  Cass used her looks to her advantage when it came to a heist. She knew how to wrap people around her fingers and there was no better time to do that than when she really wanted something. Like she did now. Though it was getting harder to get away with things when he constantly left the riddles behind. The girl could understand a calling card but sometimes you needed to leave things with a little mystery. She pursed her lips at his riddle as if she was trying to think of what the answer was. “I wonder.” Her hand moved up and she lightly tapped her own cheek as her smile grew. “I wouldn’t say my smile is longer than a mile.”

Her excitement was obvious as she grabbed onto the front of his shirt. “The idiots you make me work with have other ides but they’re pointless. I know the perfect place. They’re doing some special viewing of some jewels from the Smithsonian at the museum and they come in tonight.”

[arkhamxasylumxpatients]

Edward gave the young blonde a look, as if wondering if she was really taking a moment to ponder on the riddle or not. It wasn't that complicated and Cass was far more intelligent than some of the brutes that worked for him. When she finally spoke, he blinked a few times and reached to adjust his glasses. Feeling the urge to explain his riddle. He always felt that urge, always needed to explain things, which was what had gotten him sent to the Arkham Asylum. "No, dear. The word smile has the word mile in it, yet it is longer. Clever little play on words if I do say so myself. Clever indeed." He would ramble to himself on occasion. 

Suddenly, the blonde was curling her fingers in the fabric of his shirt and her smile was stretching clear across her face. Blue eyes bright. She reminded him of one Harley Quinn. "Those idiots keep both of us safe. What they lack in brain they surely make up for in brawn. Now what is your plan, lovely?" His smile was stretching and his heart racing with excitement as she spoke to him. She had a way of dragging him out of the darkness. "And you want to get your hands on one of those jewels huh?" Edward assumed she had one that she wanted in particular, though the idea was definitely intriguing. Rare jewels were right up his alley."What time do they get shipped in? How many jewels are we talking?"

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he-ate-us meme ~ locations (2/3)

Will’s house

[arkhamxasylumxpatients]

----------Supper time. Be back in a little while. <3

[theharpieoftroy]

  Cass tried to keep her smile from growing as she stepped closer to him. even if he said he didn’t like when she smiled she knew that he enjoyed what they did just as much as she did. Well almost as much as she did. “You love when I smile.”

[arkhamxasylumxpatients]

It was true, he loved when she smiled. The dimples that caved in her cheeks and the way that her bright eyes glimmered with glee and excitement. Cass was more of the break in and do the physical stuff type of girl, like his other henchmen, but far prettier. His job was devising plans, decoding alarms, and of course inventing new contraptions that could help them in their heists. There was only one drawback to working a crime with him and that was that he was incapable of leaving the scene of the crime without leaving behind a riddle with a hint to who had done it. It was one of his many compulsions.  

"Riddle me this ---What is a little longer than a mile, yet fits on your face?" As Edward asked the question he was standing to his feet and approaching the blonde. The answer was of course, smile. "You're right, I love your smile. So, what heist did you have in mind for this evening?"

[arkhamxasylumxpatients]

"Who's been bad? Who's been good? Who's been naughty or nice? That's what I love about Christmas! So many wonderful, maddening questions!" Emily Nigma's smile twisted dementedly as she looked at the woman sitting beside her. Truth was she hated Christmas time. Reminded her of when she was younger and that reminded her of her father. Questions and riddles on the other hand, she loved. "What about you, dear? Have you been naughty or nice this year? I for one have been naughty." She practically sang the word.

[ofbookshelvesarchive]

  She watched with a curious gaze as he stepped closer, the feeling of his hands against her waist sent shivers up her spine. Red fell into the man when he tugged her closer to him, hands pressed against his chest to keep her stable. The vibrant redhead stood silently as she waited for his next action, hearing the crowd counting down around them. 

[arkhamxasylumxpatients]

This woman, so delectably trusting. He could see it in her eyes. The arousal, the excitement, the way that her body was reacting to his touch. She didn't realize that she was staring into the eyes of a serial-killer. A criminal mastermind that had dedicated his life to harming others with the simple pleasure of proving his point and making his name known. Pathetic humans were chanting down the numbers around them and he had already made up his mind, he was going to kiss her. 

                 "Pucker up, sweetheart."  Leaning forward he captured her lips with bruising force as the countdown concluded. Everyone was screaming and sounding the horns, but his focus was on the girl and the way that her lips felt and tasted against his own. Maybe it was that fiery red hair. Maybe he just missed his Harley Quinn. Whatever it was, he was letting loose. Just for tonight. For this second. Besides, everyone deserved a kiss on New Year's Eve, even a madman that was planning a bloodbath down the street.

[arkhamxasylumxpatients]

Edward recognized the look on the other's face. It was a look of complete and utter mischief, which meant that they were going to be risking their lives doing some heist or killing someone this evening. It excited him, but not in the ways it excited the other. No. He was the brains of the operation. "Oh no, you're smiling. I hate when you smile." 

[arkhamxasylumxpatients]

Riddle Me This II Edward & Lonnie

[the-liars-you-love]

"Lonnie," the brunette answered at his open ended question. "Lonnie Machin." There was that odd twist in his lips again, as if there was something else he wanted to say. The same twist from before, after he’d spoken of the syllabus. Her green hues, clear as glass, missed nothing. Each motion he made was another piece of the puzzle that this somewhat unconventional professor was presenting her. All of her other professors were always the same. None of them had interesting traits, except that her Politics throughout History professor always put his pen on the inside left pocket of his jacket, even though he was left handed and it would be more logical to use the hidden pocket on the right. Other than that; nothing. However, E. Nigma, she found, might present himself to be precisely what his name suggested.

At the way the professor addressed the other students, Lonnie’s expression remained unchanged, though on the inside she was merely thinking Good. They aren’t as smart as I am, and now you and I both know it. She supposed perhaps that was why she had very few friends in this particular school. Most of her acquaintances were the homeless on the streets of Gotham, like Legs and Marro. Students who had taken classes with her before didn’t appreciate her existence. However, when Nigma stated that he’d have to pick a harder riddle (much to the irritated groaning of the wide hipped redhead on the outermost seat two rows ahead) Lonnie allowed herself a slight smirk before straightening her expression again.

Three, again. It seemed a habit with this curious instructor. He’d touched his glasses three times, occasionally blinked three times consecutively and then not for a while, the twitch in his lips occured in threes, and now the tapping of the syllabus. What was so special about the number three? And more importantly, what forced him to respond this way to said number. Was it about the number at all? Or had he suffered a trauma that gave him this twitch? Curiouser and curiouser as Lewis Carroll would say. As she accepted the documents handed to her, she felt the intense gaze on hers, but her gaze did not flicker away. She was not even slightly intimidated as she looked back at him, as if raking his mind for pieces of knowledge that her ever starved brain could ravage. She broke the contact only to pass the papers along, but even then, the intense gaze played in her mind. The eyes are the window to the soul, Mr. Nigma. Where do your eyes lead?

[arkhamxasylumxpatients]

This woman. Miss Lonnie Machin was an intriguing specimen indeed. He could remember in his younger years when he'd first started his experiments, needing someone with a mind that could match his own to test one of his inventions and not being able to find anyone. All of his subjects were consumed with too many thoughts that their brains just sort of turned off and never turned back on. They were never the same again. A slight flaw in the early development of his mind control machine. Sacrifices had to be made in the name of science. Leaning back against his desk, he crossed his ankles and fixed his glasses, blue eyes focused intently on the young woman before him. She was different from the others. Different from anyone else he had ever met. Intelligent enough to be a rival. Or companion. It had been years since he held a conversation with a formidable companion. Who was he kidding? He'd never met someone that could match his wit. 'That dimwit, Dent didn't know his right from his left.'

"I suggest that you take this extra time to read over the first chapter in your textbooks, but I am not naive enough to believe that any of you will actually do so." Edward didn't care if he offended the young minds. If any of them could convince him he was wrong then he would apologize. He waited for a few minutes as the students passed around the stack of syllabuses, tapping his foot in segments of threes, growing impatient with the few students holding onto the papers because they were too busy talking to their friends. All they had to do was pass the papers and then they could go out into the hallway and talk as much as they liked. Finally, everyone had received a syllabus and he folded his hands over his lap, "Next class period we will start in on the material. Have a good day."

As the students started to gather their belongings and filter out of the room, his eyes landed on the young girl again. "Miss. Machin, would you mind staying and speaking with me?" Edward didn't downright say "I want to pick apart the fabric of your complex mind," but he may as well have.

[arkhamxasylumxpatients]

-----I'm trying to work on drafts, but my place is hectic as all Hell. 

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  Frankie was diligently carrying out the task Em had given her after the last heist. She was carefully sorting through the jewelry she’d pilfered, organizing them by type - necklaces and bracelets and earrings all in separate little labeled baggies. There weren’t that many - just enough for Emily to make some kind of point. They were probably going to be put away or sold or something. Frankie wasn’t a hundred percent sure what happened to the things they took, it depended on the job and whether or not they could be traced. She wasn’t usually in on the complicated stuff. Em was the genius, the one that knew the ins and outs of the security systems and electronics and everything she used her brain to figure out. Frankie was - well, Frankie.

The girl wasn’t completely oblivious to what the others thought of her - she didn’t pull her weight, didn’t do much to help, other than taking things when she was told to and sorting them afterword. More than one person on the team had referred to her as just a pretty face - and other, meaner things that she hadn’t really mentioned to Em. Because she wanted them to like her. They were good at things, smart or brawny and strong - and again, Frankie was sort of just there. But she cared about Em, and she was learning. Plus, they probably didn’t know what a good girl she could be, when she was given a task. Like right then, when she was carefully going through the stash of things Emily had told her to sort through. And really, she couldn’t be that incompetent if the woman was trusting her with something so important. 

She heard Emily before the woman kneeled beside her, and she quickly made sure that everything was where it ought to be. There was still a little pile that she had to sort through, but everything else looked good - nice and shiny, not a scratch on them. “Mhm, I sure did,” Frankie tilted her head a little, resting it against Emily’s arm as she picked up a little necklace - rose gold with a small, black diamond pendant. It wasn’t too fancy, but she’d laid eyes on it and Emily told her that she should take it. And Emily knew best. “Isn’t it beautiful? It’s not as expensive as the others, but it’s pretty. Do you like it?” 

[arkhamxasylumxpatients]

Emily cocked her head to the side and watched as the young girl scattered to ensure that everything was in proper order. It was adorable really. One of the reasons that she kept Frankie around. Her ignorant and naive nature was refreshing as well as easy to manipulate and mold. She was a good girl, not the type to go snooping around in her business and sneaking into rooms that she'd been told not to. So many henchmen had to be disposed of because they got too curious. The robberies and heists were mostly just to prove that she could do it, to test her intelligence and to make a little extra money on the side, the real mission was in her laboratory. And that was off-limits to everyone. 

Her lips twisted into a wide smile when the young girl rested her head against her arm, nuzzling against it gently and reaching out for the necklace she had wanted. Emily wouldn't tell Frankie, but the entire reason that they robbed that particular jewelry store was because she had said that she wanted the necklace. And the scientist thought it would look pretty on her. Of course, they could have just stolen that one necklace. But, what fun would that be? Truth was, she had a soft spot for this one. It wasn't love, maybe it was that she felt superior. The therapists at Arkham Asylum were always saying she did the things she did just to prove her intelligence, that she wanted to show everyone she was better than them because her father never believed in her intelligence. Bullshit really. Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit.

"I think it's lovely." Emily reached out and took the necklace between her fingers, "Let me put this on you, then it'll look even more lovely." She moved so that she was kneeling behind Frankie and then she dragged her hair to the side, revealing the creamy expanse of her neck. Gently, she wrapped her arms around her and pulled the necklace up so that she could hook it in the back. Moments like this were the only moments that she could escape from reality and the dark twisted thoughts that consumed her mind. Moments like this were what kept her sane, despite what the doctors claimed. After clasping the ends together, she leant down and placed a delicate kiss to the base of Frankie's neck. "You are doing a wonderful job sorting those, dearie."

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