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Could you do Robin!reader giving Poison Ivy a flower they tried to steal from the museum the next time she breaks out? Like they're pretty quick to say "IM NOT HERE TO FIGHT" and just puts the flower down. They know for a fact it would do better in Ivy's care and since it's a rare flower it shouldn't be in a museum anyways. How'd they get it? Who knows
Aww, that sounds adorable.
Right Hands
She was in a bad mood after failed heist. The flower she was after was a rare one with smell that calms people. The mayor put in a museum behind glass and didn't get anyone to properly look after it, poor thing was starting loose leaves.
Was it so bad of her to want to save it? Apparently, that's why Batman thought. Stupid bat.
She was at her home planning what to do next. They probably put more safeguards around it, making it feel more trapped.
As she was thinking her plant said something, someone was here.
She pulled plants around, ready to attack when Robin showed up. How many of them can Bat have? But she guess she was one fo talk with her amount of plants.
Y/N immediately yelled about not wanting to fight and before she could respond they pulled out the flower from museum.
She stopped and withdrew her plants.
"Wha- why?" She came closer.
"Well, you stealing it wasn't good but it staying in a museum isn't a better option. It's rare, right? Someone should take care of it.
"Ha. And what would Bat think of it?"
"... I think he gets it. Beside if you use it on him he has antidote already."
Unsure she grabbed the plant as she heard it's weak voice. She nodded her head and made hand move for Robin to go away.
She couldn't help the smile that was on her face. Maybe kid will become something in this world.
Gotham!Mad Hatter x Female!Reader, word count: 2k
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With a smug smirk and a gentle twirl, you shimmied around and settled back to looking at yourself. You winked at the reflection in the mirror as you straightened the plush, shimmering crown on your head. There were only a few minor adjustments to make on your costume, teasing out fabric creases, smoothing down the skirt of the dress, feathering the softer, fluffy ruffles of the underskirt to make it plumper. All of it to make sure that everything was perfect for this evening. Standing back to appreciate the look in its entirety, you smiled at how well it had all come together, even before the entire look was finished. You were definitely displaying a look of regal power, of authority as the Queen, The Queen of Hearts. The Queen of Jervis’ heart. Once you had slid your feet, clad in white, knee high stockings, into the buckled pumps, you once more approached the mirror closely and pulled a tube of lipstick from the dresser. A bright red shade, perfect for the final piece. You drew a small heart over your lips with it and filled it in, ready to stamp the shape across Jervis’ cheeks when he made his appearance.
And right on queue, he appeared in the doorway, blushing instantly as he took in the sight of you, his eyes drawing upward from your shoes to the crown, a shocked smile, mouth open in disbelief as his dreams began to come true right there in front of him.
“You’re not saying anything, Jervis. That has me worried. I know it’s not accurate to the books and is perhaps a little more inspired by the Disney movie, but this is the best it’s going to get. So, could you just say something? Or do you hate it?”
He shook his head, soft curls bouncing with the movement as he did so. You could see his knuckles whitening, the grip on the brim of his top hat, which he held bashfully in front of him, strengthening as he tried to keep his focus on you, tried not to lose his cool before they had even begun.
“No, no, my dear. I’m simply taking you in and giving you the respectful attention you deserve. Besides, I might add, you have taken my breath away.”
Sinking into your role, you did your best to maintain the noble qualities of a Queen in charge as you took a careful, slow step towards Jervis, followed by another, and another, as you crossed the floor towards him. He placed his top hat back on his head, a different one to his usual outfit. He was dressed up too, slightly different, taking on the role of the Mad Hatter from fiction, as opposed to the Mad Hatter of reality that he was. Swallowing the lump of nerves in his throat, he sank backwards into the wall as you stood before him, feeling his insides tingling, his skin prickling with heat as he flushed with desire.
“Well? Aren’t you going to kneel before your Queen? It’s not very gentlemanly of you to stand there and gawk at me, after all.”
With a thud, Jervis immediately fell to his knees before you, staring up at you with large, dark, brown eyes, pleading for more of this, your exertion of power over him.
“Yes, my Queen! My most humble apologies!”
Arching his back, his sweet, small rear in the air, he bent as low as he could, his face on the ground, cheek pressed to the cold floor. He turned, lifting his chin slightly, eyes looking up with a hopeful glint as he wondered if he’d done enough. You were more than pleased, but kept your face neutral, waiting to see what else he might offer you. And, with a slight hesitation, Jervis pressed his lips to the toe of your shoe and placed a delicate kiss to it.
When he looked back to you, he noticed the pleased smile, slightly easing into your cheeks, and knew he was onto something. Another kiss he placed on the front of your foot, one more on your ankle, further and further up as he held your legs, his palms skimming over your skin, over the intriguing texture of the socks you wore. Ruffling up the hem of your skirt and underskirt, his hands found their way to your ass, cupping at the back of your cheeks as he kissed the front of your thighs. All the while, you tried to balance yourself in midair, your body succumbing quickly to Jervis’ worship, twitching and convulsing completely when he placed one long, lingering kiss to the front of your underwear.
With his lips pressed so close to you, he could feel your heat, his nose buried into your skin inhaling the scent, the wet spot that only grew the longer he stayed there dampening his lips even through the fabric. Pulling back, he shot a glance in your direction, trying to avoid the scrutiny of your glare as you wondered silently why he had stopped when you were obviously enjoying it.
“Perhaps, dear Queen of Hearts, I could apologise properly. Make it up to you, in a way.”
Pondering only briefly, you nodded your head, carefully so as not to knock your crown askew.
“I think that would be wise, Hatter.”
With your permission, he stroked his finger down the front of your panties, hooking it under the lining and pulling them to the side, exposing your cunt to him. Jervis leaned in, slowly, his breath hot against your sensitive mound, but he found himself being pulled back by your hand, knocking his hat to the ground and tangling your fingers through his dark curls.
“But remember, dear. If you do not satisfy your Queen until she is content then it’s off with your head.”
You pulled on his hair, grip tight as you tugged him away from your body, aiming his gaze at you as you carefully spoke the next words.
“And I do not mean the one on your shoulders.”
Jervis stuttered over his response, licking his lips and swallowing the build up of saliva before he drooled over the way you stood in control above him.
“Y-yes, my queen.”
As his tongue flitted over your folds, circling your clit when his lips closed over the sensitive bud, you moaned in pleasure. The way he felt, like silk against your skin, the way his hair gently tickled you as it brushed against your bare thighs. It was good, but it wasn’t enough.
You pushed him back, smiling at the shocked look on his face as he felt into a sitting position on the floor. Dragging your eyes down his outfit, you stopped on the obvious bulge that tented the front of his pants. As you stepped towards him, you slid your panties off, lowering yourself before standing back up when you realised Jervis was sitting still, staring dumbfounded at you.
“Well, Hatter… are you going to let loose that impressive member?”
Nodding, still unblinking, Jervis unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, letting it bounce, stiff and entirely erect, as you lowered yourself onto it. He hissed as he felt himself disappear between you folds, deep into your entrance, inch by inch. You were warm and wet, sticky against him. The way your hips rolled as you rode him had him choking on his own breath, unable to do anything but gratefully accept his fate of being used by you.
“Now don’t hold back from your Queen, Hatter. I would hope you might have the strength and prowess to sire me an heir while you’re graciously allowed the pleasure of being inside of me.”
The way you spoke, putting on an air of regality, your voice so condescending, making him feel small. All of it turned him on, lighting his blood on fire, sending heat coursing through him. He couldn’t take it any more. He knew you were in control, and he wanted it to stay that way, but his body was twitching desperately, his muscles tensing as he tried to fight the urge to take you on his own terms. The desire, the urge, to rut into you brutally and quickly was too much to take, and before he knew it, he had his hands behind your back, lowering you onto the floor and taking you by surprise with this display of dominance.
“Hatter! I don’t think you should be taking control of your Queen like this.”
Searching quickly for an excuse, he finally stuttered one out.
“B-but my Queen, I do not think you should have to do the work. Should you not be laying back and enjoying yourself? Please, allow me to pleasure you while you lounge comfortably below me. Please?”
You nodded silently, allowing Jervis to enter you with a forceful push, taking you roughly as he began pounding himself against your thighs, which he held up against his chest and over his shoulders. His pace was brutal, and the swiftness with which he moved only served to over-excite him. Before he realised it, he found himself losing control, falling apart, coming undone inside of you.
With a final grunt, his body convulsing as he dug his fingers into your hips with a tight grip, Jervis felt himself cumming in thick, white ropes, filling you up as requested, secretly hopeful that he might have been good enough to properly breed you, spilling his seed within you and leaving a part of himself behind with his Queen.
Still on top of you, he pulled his hips back, a small trail of his cum landing on your mound as he shifted slightly to your side. With an almost innocent gaze he looked to you for approval, for a compliment on his hard work and efforts. You fought the urge to praise him, to shower him in kind words, to stroke his cheek and rest your hand under his chin and kiss his sweet, soft, reddened lips. you had to be in control. You still felt like you owed him a proper experience with the Queen of Hearts.
“I’m disappointed with your lack of self-control, Hatter. You’ve gotten excited and wasted the opportunity. I hope you haven’t provided me with an heir under these circumstances. You should hang your head in shame.”
The slight smile on the corner of your lips told Jervis that you weren’t serious, that you were living up to the role you were embodying in the moment. So he kept up with the roleplay also, even though they were both finished and satisfied. With an exaggerated pout he hung his head down and muttered an almost silent, very soft, apology before you spoke again.
“And that mess you’ve made. Clean it up!”
Nodding solemnly, but heart racing with excitement at being ordered to do something so degrading, so delightfully lewd, Jervis lowered his body, sinking down the bed along your body until his head was level with your slick, plump lips. Each twitch of your body as your muscles relaxed post-orgasm saw a little more of his cum dribbling out of you. With his tongue protruding, he ran it up in one slow, stiff motion between your lips, the tip collecting his own cum from between your folds. He let it linger there, salty, warm, tinged with the flavour and scent of you, before he swallowed it.
“Don’t think you’re finished yet, there’s more inside.”
With a dutiful nod, he lowered himself again, this time laying his tongue flat on you, to ensure that your cunt was completely clean, before he dove within you, his tongue wagging inside of your entrance as he closed his lips around and sucked. Your moans were music to his ears, and he let out a soft, pleasured whimper of his own as he tasted himself once again at the back of his throat.
He pulled back, looking up at you questioningly, expectantly, as he awaited your approval.
“Not quite fit for a Queen, yet, but with practice, you’ll be an excellent Royal Assistant, dear Hatter.”
Jervis nodded, lowering his eyebrows as he smirked. He knew very well that the promise of practice meant that you had enjoyed his efforts far more than you were willing to let on. He’d done a good job for the Queen of his heart.
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His S/O is a therapist at Arkham so can't really be seen in public, so on Valentines Day he gives himself to Arkham to spend it with her on long "session" which is actually a date. S/O is a nice and warm person and just wants Ed to improve.
A Date in the Asylum - BTAS Edward x F!S/O (Valentines Event 2024)
Pat sent me an additional ask for this to be Fem S/O so that's been added as well! This ask is for the 2024 Valentine's Event.
TW: None
It had been an almost foolproof plan on his end.
An issue had been presented for his Valentine's plans. He had wanted to make it an event, expensive dinner in the city, dressed up. All eyes on his hands along your hips. His girlfriend is a beautiful, and most importantly, intelligent psychologist at Arkham. He would know how skilled you are- You were assigned to him, after all.
And yet, this presented the issue. You were, understandably, not ready to lose your job at this point and coming out publicly would do that. Plus, you were working Valentine's. You had promised him a quiet evening at home under the cover of darkness another night. Just because it wasn't the actual day didn't mean you couldn't still celebrate! He agreed.
This, however, didn't stop him from walking into Arkham, admitting to a fake crisis and demanding a therapy session with you. It wasn't until he was sitting across your desk from you in handcuffs that you'd realize how involved this was.
"I have patients I needed to actually see tonight, you know." Tumbled from your mouth the moment the guards left the room.
Edward pretended to look ashamed, "I think I need you more, dearest doctor."
"This is doing nothing for your long-term recovery." Yet you couldn't deny the small little thrill in your heart seeing him here. The grand gesture of it.
He merely sighs, "I know. You always have such high hopes that I won't misbehave. The definition of insanity is repeating the same actions expecting different results, as I'm sure you're aware." A smile plays on his face. Then he snaps his fingers.
"What are you-" Your thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door. The door opened. A cart was pushed through. The door closed. There were two plates on either side of the cart. A valentine's day dinner. You were exasperated, "How...?"
Edward got up from his seat to grab the cart, pushing it next to your desk, "Favors. A device here and there. Nothing too difficult or challenging for my brilliant mind. Hm. It's not as impressive as I'd hoped." He picked up a loose french fry, seemingly disappointed by the lack of any true plating.
It was now that you chose to get up and inspect the food yourself. "You did all this for me?"
He stuck the french fry in his mouth with smile, "My lady, I'd escape from Arkham many times over for you. Breaking in was a cinch. Besides... I don't know of anyone more deserving. You've shown me kindness when no one else has." The space between your bodies closes and his hand goes to your face.
"All I did was see the good man you are."
Edward audibly swallowed. One of his emotional tells. He leaned to kiss your forehead, "That's why I'd traverse the labyrinth for you. Happy Valentine's Day."
Fuck it, you were already going to have to scrub the video feed from tonight, if Edward hadn't already planned for it. Your arms wrap over his shoulders before locking lips together.
