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Batman The Animated Series DRRed Style

Everyone In the Notes Below is Bat-Obsessed. Take note of your insane peers.

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their dynamic....

[mage-mahariel]

Hi Everyone, I don't like having to do things like this, but it's really important, so please read this whole thing because I REALLY need help.

My cat, Kharjo is overnight at the vet right now and he's very sick. He has Hepatic lipidosis which is a like issue as well as autoimmune disease.

The vet says he will hopefully pull through with treatment, but it's going to be thousands of dollars and I am putting it all on credit right now and will need to pay it back and as a full time student I cannot afford that.

Kharjo is my everything, he's my baby and I love him more than anything, so I refuse to lose him if there's any chance to save him.

My paypal is under [email protected]

My Venmo is under the same and the username for my venmo is

Caelen-Crowley

And my CashApp is

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$BlueBoar

Please please, please help me even just a little if you're able, he's the sweetest, kindest, most well behaved and even tempered cat in the world. He's only 5 years old and he deserves to keep living.

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Added my CashApp!

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Just a quick question. If I asked something while you guys were away should I re-sumbit my ask or are you guys going to answer old ones too? Just wondering :)

We will be doing our best to get through the asks we got while on hiatus as well! :)

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We’re alive!

Good news! Admin Jack and I (Isley, that is) aren’t dead in a ditch somewhere. We haven’t been very active these few moths due to day job issues and mental health troubles (at least on my end) But we’ve returned, and since it’s pride month, we thought we’d start with some lgbt+ asks from our followers. So please, send us as many as you’re comfortable sending and we’ll tackle them all throughout the month. We’re also still open for regular asks.

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I wanted to send you a post I was hoping you'd base a head canon off of but you don't allow messages :((

Sorry about that, Tumblr doesn't allow messeges if you have more than one Admin on a blog :(

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Don’t let anyone tell you you shouldn’t love one of the rogues, all of us love the batman villains here! 

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Rogues Gallery, how do they react to insults?

The Joker: his victims or opponents trying to get his goat will result usually in laughing or him swiftly shooting them, probably both. If someone really does hit a rare nerve he could have a real internal crisis acting pitifally or falling into a rage

The Riddler: If you critisize him you better belive you're on his shit list! He likes attention but is sensitive about insults, expect him to seek deadly revenge

Two-Face: he brushes it off, he learned to have thick skin back when he was an attorney, he's heard every insult and lawyer joke under the sun

The Penguin: Oswald will ruin your reputation and your finances if you cross him, he does not take critism well and craves only validation

Catwoman: She has no immediate reaction to any insult, she gets more passive aggressive so don't expect her help or friendship. Also don't be surprised if your shit gets stolen

Bane: He's not fazed by anything really, he's disciplined and firm in his beliefs and self confidence

Killer Croc: Weylon is famous for his spit and rages against anyone poking fun at him

Poison Ivy: *anime villain laugh at your puny attempt to get under her skin before crushing you with vines*

Scarecrow: He's surprisingly flustered and self doubting when insulted, but watch out because his next step is to prove you wrong, usually using fear toxin

Mister Freeze: Your insults are drown out by a depressed monologue

The Mad Hatter: Jervis is a sensitive boy, he can't take critism and might break down and cry. Remember, once he's done crying he's still a dangerous criminal though

Harley Quinn: She is a HUGE hothead, run if you insult her, shes got a mallet and you are not safe

Victor Zsasz: He will just have to enlighten the rude mouthy zombie....

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Can you write me some Harley QuinnXPoison Ivy headcanons about them while dating?

Of course! I love them together, it’s probably my favorite DC pairing :)

*Harley is the PDA one, always hugging, kissing and holding hands with Pamela when they’re in public. Pamela doesn’t show affection often, at least not Harley’s way, but when she does Harley is always moved deeply. It’s nice to be reminded that you’re loved.

*Harley does all the cooking, though it’s usually just for her since Pamela doesn’t have to eat. Every now and then Harley convinces Red to eat dinner with her, and Pamela loves her girlfriend’s cooking.

*They’re both femme, but different kinds. Pamela is the elegant dress and high makeup femme, whereas Harley is more grunge and bubblegum femme. They both think the other is the most beautiful woman in the world.

*They always do jobs together, no exceptions. Pamela tries to plan things, but Harley always does her own thing.

*They go out together once a week, usually to the movies, but also to the fair if it’s in town, and sometimes to poetry reading at cafe’s. Harley will always write some mushy, emotional love poem to read, embarrassing Pamela indefinitely.

*When they DO argue or fight, Pamela will always apologize with a bouquet of flowers that she grows herself. Harley keeps every one, filling her room with vases. She keeps them alive as long as possible before having to throw them out.

*They often take trips outside Gotham together to get away from it all, usually to the beach or to an amusement park

*Pamela let’s Harley braid her hair often, and loves the feel of Harley’s hands working with her hair.

*Pamela is not incredibly fond of bud and Lou but makes an effort because Harley loves them

*Harley always does those aggressive hugs where you pick the other person up and spin them when she hasn’t seen Red in awhile

*Harley has learned to understand Pamy’s sarcasm over time

*Pamela is not as energetic as Harley but finds her drive charming

*Pamela has met a couple of Harley’s relatives but Harley has never met any of Pamy’s

NSFW FROM HERE ON, CONTINUE READING AT OWN RISK!!!!

*Their first time was fairly awkward, with neither of them having been with another woman before then. They eventually got the hang of it though, and now they know each others bodies as well as they do their own.

*It took a bit of experimenting with each others kinks to establish a successful rapport. Harley would often experience something triggering halfway through and have to stop. Pamela would always comfort her as long as needed.

*Pamela is a Dom/top and Harley is a sub/bottom. Their favorite position is doggy style

*Harley’s kinks are bondage, masochism, master/servant, pet play, sensory deprivation and food play. She likes to wear a collar and be blindfolded. Her preferred method of bondage is Pamela’s vines, and her preferred food play items are whipped cream and cherries. She’s very vocal during sex, often apologizing for her “crimes” and begging Pamela to hit her harder.

*Ivy’s kinks are impact play, sadism, breath play, rough sex, bondage and master/servant. Her preferred tools are the riding crop, spanking and a strap-on. She uses her plant control powers to make small vines to bind Harley with, as well as a larger, tentacle-like one for double penetration. Pamela often verbally degrades Harley during sex, calling her all sorts of names.

*Aftercare is incredibly important to both of them, and they’ll often cuddle after sex, quietly reassuring the other that they love them. Falling asleep in each others arms is common for both of them.

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What is each Rogues go to reading material? Hehe thanks!

The Joker: The joker doesn’t read for leisure, he’s far too busy working on his schemes and plots. What he does read is technical books and Gotham newspapers

The Riddler: Edward loves mystery novels, couldn’t tell you an individual one that he likes best, but he’s read them all. Most of them he figures out the killer within the first ¼ of the book, but some surprise him.

Two-Face: Harvey likes poems, his ex-wife Gilda being the one who got him into them in the first place. His personal favorite is The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe, for  reasons that should be obvious.

The Penguin: Oswald loves all things high class, and that includes books. Anything considered such gets added to his collection, though he doesn’t actually read most of them. The one he has read that he likes best is pride and prejudice

Catwoman: Selina loves reading romance novels when she has the time. Her favorite is Jane Eyre.

Bane: Bane doesn’t read very often, he’d rather do something physical than sit still for hours. When he does read, its always related to work.

Killer Croc: Weylon loves to read when he has the chance, typically children’s books and fairy tales. The Beauty and the Beast is his favorite.

Poison Ivy: Pamela loves books with powerful female characters, who defy expectations and do thing their own way. The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo is a favorite in her collection.

Scarecrow: John has a strange collection of books, at least to someone who doesn’t know him. Half of them are classic horror novels; Dracula, Frankenstein, Lair of the White Worm, ext. The other half are children’s books, happy, colorful things to soothe him when he needs it.

Mister Freeze: Victor Fries rarely reads things that aren’t technical books, but he does keep a copy of Women in sports: Fifty fearless athletes who played to win. Nora used to read it to inspire herself when she was feeling down.

The Mad Hatter: Jervis only ever reads one book; The original Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll.

Harley Quinn: Harley is a big fan of modern literature. Divergent, The Hunger Games, The Harry Potter series, The Book Thief, ext. Her number one favorite is The Life of Pi. She finds it FASCINATING

Victor Zsasz: Nowadays he doesn’t read at all, not books at least. Before his slip into madness and his transformation into who he is today, He used to read all kinds of things. His favorite was a book called The House of the Scorpion.

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I was the one who asked for the one about Jon working on Valentine's day, and I wanna say thank you. Not only for that one, but for all. You girls (for some reason I imagine the two of you as girls) are not writing fanfic, you're doing a public service to all fangirls/fanboys. Thank you and keep on with the good work!

Awe thank you so much!  (I’m nonbinary but most usually use she/her pronouns and Admin Isley is a girl) We’re really glad our fans enjoy our writing and headcannons and we can be a part of this fandom!  We also love to get asks from you guys so we can do our best to put out content we know will be enjoyed!

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I am writing a fanfic about Selina Kyle and I have in mind that she dated Jonathan Crane in the beginning of his carrear as the Scarecrow and when she found out who he was, he would get desperate and use his fear gas on her. Later, when Selina was Catwoman, he would help her catch Black Mask as an apologize for he liked her. Anyway, do you think it could happen? Plus, Jon is bi and will date Two-Face.

Though they aren’t a ship I have ever personally thought of, but I think most any ship can be good and make sense if written well!  I could definitely see Jon as Bi (I actually see Two-Face as Bi and Catwoman is Bi in cannon as well XD )  Jonathan is quite prone to using his fear gas on people so I wouldn’t put it past him after all.  I’d just recommend to be careful and not fall into any sexist tropes, good-luck with the fic!  :)

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Scarecrow, nsfw, *his* idea of a kinky and romantic date, but reader is down and likes it creepy and experimental. Somewhere like the cemetery, or an abandoned hospital. Please and thank you in advance.

(Sorry for taking so long to finish this one, hope you like it Anon!)You sit cross legged on the dirty floor of an abandoned hospital wing the orange-y rays of the setting sun filtering in dimly through the dusty windows on the outside wall.  Jonathan stands nearby setting an intimidating array of items out onto a standing medical tray.  Two syringes, a rope, a ball gag, a blindfold, a flogger, and a cock ring.  “Y/N, I’d like you to undress for me now.”, Jonathan tells you giving you a stern look over his glasses.  You stand obediently pulling your shirt off over your head before unbuckling your pants and sliding them down.  “You didn’t wear any underwear.”, he raises an eyebrow.  “What a naughty thing you are…..lay on the exam table.”  he gestures to the old looking one nearby with a light attached.   You climb onto it gasping slightly at the chill of the table against your bare skin.  You ease yourself back until you’re laying on your back on the table.  “On your stomach.”,  he corrects you and you can hear the smug smile in his voice as you flip over.  He hums to himself and walks over with the rope taking your wrists and tying them together to the pole of metal that supports the light that shines over your head.  In a swift movement he slams down the section of the table that can be adjusted up or down that was supporting the entirety of your legs.  You mumble in surprise against the table as your legs fall down into a bow legged bend.  You’re not quite able to stand and the table is low enough for you to be on your knees , but the one thing that’s for sure is that your bare ass is up in the air.   “Just one dose now and we will see about the other one later.”, he murmurs to you taking one of the syringes and skillfully injecting it into your outstretched arm.  It stings for a moment, but it doesn’t faze you, you’ve done things like this a few times with Jon and you were more than willing to experienced everything it entailed.  He next takes the eye mask and ball gag kissing your neck teasingly as he slips them on you.  He traces a hand down your back gently before running hand down your back a second time digging into the flesh.  You moan through the gag at the sensation, the fear toxin only just starting to sew anxiety into your mind.   He kisses the scratches softly down your back until he suddenly bites the side of your hip.  Your jerk at the sudden pain and groan into the gag.  “Don’t get too excited now, we’re just starting.”, he murmurs to you stroking a hand up your thigh.  His voice starts to sound strange and distorted and other strange frightening noises can be heard barely in earshot.  You can feel him kissing your thigh tantalizingly licking upward making you shudder in pleasure but you can hear strange chirps and growls of creatures in the dark coming for you.   “I hope you’re ready.”, he hisses to you lifting up your hips before quickly roughly thrusting his entire length inside of you.  You scream out against the gag at the sudden jolt of pain and pleasure rips through you.  At least he had the decency to slightly lubricate with saliva.  He fucks you hard and raw and you scream at the pleasure but also at the overwhelming intoxicating fear as a wolf snaps its fangs near your ear and you swear you can feel a snake slithering up your arm.   You both know you’re getting close when he orders “Not yet.”, and pulls out of you roughly flipping you over making the ropes chafe around your wrists.  He tears the mask covering your eyes off and you’re blinded by the overhead light before he blots it out now a terrifying ethereal visage of a scarecrow.  He lifts your hips to slam back into you and holds you down by your throat while fucking you.  His free hand roughly twists one of your nipples and your body tenses and shake as you orgasm mumbling words that would’ve been his name into the ball gag.  A few seconds after your orgasm he finishes inside you and you shudder at the feeling of his warm relese inside you. After leaning over you for a moment panting he recovers and draws away from you walking out of sight.  You cry pitifully whine he’s away as dark fangs and talons advance on you and you fall into a deep pit the light fading farther away above you to a pinprick.  You thrash and cry until you hear humming and feel him stroking your hair and in a second your back out of the dream and Jon is sitting beside you.  “Here.”, he says gently removing the gag and tilting your head u to drink from a bottle of water.   “Thanks.”, you manage after chugging the bottle with his help.  You feel mostly back to reality except for a few strange noises at the edge of your hearing and some long shadows around you.  “You can untie me now, I’m not hallucinating anymore.”  you let him know.  He nods and hums while deftly unknotting your bindings allowing you to sit up.  You slump against his bony frame and he puts an arm around you.  “Wanna go again in a bit?”, you offer remembering his second syringe.   “Not tonight, I think, I’m not sure that I could carry you all the way home if you become incapacitated.”, he tells you.  “You know I need to know it’s safe for you to go again first.” “Awe come on, you big tease.”, you grin.   “Let’s get home first and maybe we’ll do it there after getting you cleaned up and eating something.”,  he relents giving you a peck on the forehead.   “That’s a good enough deal I guess.”, you say, “Doctor knows best after all.”, you smirk at him.  

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Harley x f!Reader, maybe at a carnival or out on a date? angst, fluff, or smut, your choice!

You fix your hair and makeup for the fourth time before finally leaving your apartment.  You take the subway across Gotham to meet your date at a carnival set up in one of the city parks.  When you get there you wait nervously by the entrance standing on your tip toes and squinting over the crowd to try and find the woman you’re supposed to be meeting there.  You’re starting to get nervous she’s not coming when the roar of a motorcycle cuts through the chatter of the crowd.  There are several screams as people jump out of the way, you nervously step to the side as it pulls up next to you. Harley Quinn, the most beautiful girl you’ve ever met steps off the motorcycle and promptly yells at the crowd, “Anyone touches my bike while I’m gone, you’re friggin’ dead”, what an angel.  “Sorry I’m late.”, she apologized to you with a crooked grin. “Only a couple minutes, but that doesn’t matter we have all day!”, you say enthusiastically.  “Let’s go get our wristbands and go inside!” The lines are pretty long, but you don’t really end up waiting in them, it seems that most of the carnival goers would rather let Harley by then have her wait in the line with them.   You two start playing some of the games around the entrance first before looking at any of the rides.  You play ring toss, balloon pop, and even some of the guessing games without any luck only managing to lose money playing them.  “These are rigged, I totally should have won that ring toss, the pegs must’ve been greased…”, Harley gripes.   “It’s okay, I’m still having fun.”, you assure her.  “Maybe we can go on some rides?” “One sec, there’s a game I know I can’t lose!”, she tells you catching sight of the strength tester.  “C’mon!”, she grabs your hand and pulls you toward it.   You stand beside the man who runs the game as Harley picks up the comically sized mallet and raised it over head.  She slams it down and there’s a forceful clang and splintering noise simultaneously as the weight hits and dents the bell and the mallet head snaps off the handle.  “Holy shit, you broke my game!”, the man says clearly unnerved and not happy.   “For my prize I want the, uhhhh, that big teddy bear!”, Harley points to the prizes hanging up.   “Just one second lady, you broke the damn game I need to get my boss down here, you might need to pay for this.”, the man harps at her.   “Look, bub, I’m trying to have a nice day out here, I paid for a turn and I can’t help if your shitty hammer broke.  Now give me that damn bear because you and your boss can’t handle all the problem I can be.”, Harley wastes no time getting right in his face as you stand there awkwardly wanting to say something, but not wanting to make it worse.  The man curses under his breath but hands over the bear.  “Thanks!”, Harley chirps her sunny disposition back.  “Hey let’s go get some sundaes, Y/N, my treat! “That was really amazing.”, you tell her as you sit across from the table sharing a giant everything on it sundae.  You can’t help the slight blush creeping into your cheeks.   “It was a little lighter than my hammer at home, but pretty much the same.”, she laughs taking a giant spoonful of pure whipped cream.  “It was really nice if you to invite me out by the way it’s been so long since I did anything just me and a friend.” Suddenly the warm fuzzy feeling in your chest turns into a cold rock in your stomach at the word ‘friend’.  “Y-yeah, it’s been awhile for me too.”, you stammer flashing a weak smile trying not to let her see the change in your demeanor.   “Are you still feeling alright?”, she asks after you’re silent for a few minutes.  She was telling a story about her pet hyenas and your mind had started drifting off into how you could’ve made it clearer this was a date when you’d asked and avoided all this awkwardness you were feeling.   “Yeah, I was just thinking about what ride I wanna go on first!”, you lie cheerfully.   “BUMPER CARS!”, Harley gasps.  “Um, that’s the one I wanna do, but we can do whatever first”, she coughs a little embarrassed at her own outburst.   “Bumper cars sounds fun!”, you grin back.  It is fun, watching Harley shriek with laughter while violently running down everyone else in the bumper cars.   You do the zero gravity spinner next and Harley both frightens and amazes you by standing up horizontally while the ride is going.  It’s pretty impressive until the ride stops and she falls on her face.  You help her up concerned and she’s just giggling uncontrollably.  After a few more rides the sun going down and you guys decide to go on the ferris wheel since it’s a pretty basic last stop for carnival goers.  You sit crammed close together because your giant teddy bear needs a place to sit next to you after all.   It was pretty easy to forget about your hurt feelings earlier but now with you two arm to arm and knee to knee in the little basket seat seeing the couples in other baskets kissing it hit you again.  “Hey Harley, there’s… there’s something I have to tell you.”, you bite your lip feeling like you have to confess before the truth rips out of you.   “What is it?”, she smiles at you her face lit up by the twinkling lights of the ride, her big blue eyes oblivious to anything wrong.   “It’s just that…I, um…When I invited you here I-I meant as a date.  I guess I was just kind of unclear and was afraid to tell you…”, You finally get it out the rest of the words slipping out like a sigh of relief after the confession.   “Oh…OOOOOOOH”, she gasps.  “THAT WAS TOTALLY MY FAULT!  I’m so sorry, Y/N, I’m such a ditz!”,  she apologizes face palming for a moment.  “I totally would’ve said yes to a date date too! I mean I guess this can still really be a date date…” “Wait really, you would’ve said yes?”, you ask blankly not expecting that, being appalled that a girl like her can like you for the second time now.   “Of course!  You’re so sweet and down to earth and…”, she grabs you and pulls you into a deep kiss that makes you forget your name.  “Sorry, sometimes I’m better with actions than words.”, she apologizes grinning wildly after she lets you go from the kiss.   “Th-That’s completely fine…I, um, I actually liked that a lot.”, you say stupidly head still reeling. “Oh, if you liked that you should come back to my place tonight….I’ve got whipped cream and cherries and you can top me up with ‘em that that sundae we got earlier.”, she murmurs slyly into your ear.   “FUCK YES.”, you breath back not fully in control of what you say at this point.  She starts laughing at your reaction and doesn’t catch her breath until your off the ride.  She excitedly pulls you out of the carnival and back to her bike helping you on behind her.   You wrap your arms around her waist and smirk to yourself heart pounding in anticipation of the night ahead.  

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Nsfw Scarecrow x reader? Set in Scarecrow’s lab?

(Here comes the lanky boy smut)You first met Doctor Jonathan Crane answering an add for focus group testing of some sort of pill or something.  You weren’t exactly sure because like an idiot you didn’t read the fine print.  The part that you had looked at had been all about the pay and offer of free housing during the trial which were both things that sounded pretty good to you at the time.  You went to a cafe and met the guy who put it up, he was tall and gangly and kind of just generally weird but you thought he was kind of cute, especially the way he talked so enthusiastically about his research.  It all sounded pretty good and he didn’t seem like a psycho killer so you agreed to it outright.  How wrong you were.   The free housing was his own apartment that he allowed you to move into taking the guest room.  He was really sweet and helped you move your things in excitedly.  You had dinner together and chatted about this and that and you almost forgot the reason you were there.  Everything seemed normal until after you went to bed that night. For the first week you thought they were nightmares.  You would dream of terrible things, your deepest fears coming to life in your head.  Every dream started the same with you strapped to a table and Jonathan placing a mask over your face making you breath in some foul gas.  Every morning you would wake up feeling like you hadn’t slept at all, but you couldn’t reconcile that the dreadful figure in your dreams could be the sweet man you joked with over breakfast.   You tell him your wild dreams while slumped over coffee, he enthusiastically takes notes as you recounted that night’s horror.  “With all these weird dreams I almost forgot, whe are we going to start the study?”, you ask.   “We started the first night you moved in” he says calmly eyes not leaving the paper as he scribbles something down. “W-what?”, your voice shakes as you clutch your coffee in both hands.   “Mmmmm yes, you’ve been quite the variable for me you know.”, He looks over his glasses into your eyes.  “You show the right centers of your brain lighting up for fear that I would expect, but not just that, the pleasure centers of your brain light up too, Y/N.  It seems like someone is quite the pervert.”, a cruel and smug smile flows over his face and it’s not so difficult for you to liken him to the phantom in your dream any longer.   “I-I have to go.” you stand abruptly knocking the chair over and dropping your cup of coffee which smashes on the floor getting coffee all over you shins.   “You did sign the contract.”, Jonathan reminds you.  “You need money and a place to live, Y/N and I need a subject….you aren’t being physically hurt or altered, so is there really anything to get worked up about?  Granted I perhaps should have been more up front about the situation, but I apologize for that.  Perhaps we could work out a slightly altered deal to make you more comfortable and make this a pleasurable experience for the both of us.  I would hate to lose the data in that rather unique mind of yours….”, he persuades charmingly walking around the table to put an arm on your shoulder.   “Okay.”, you sigh after a moment of silence.  “But I get to know what you’re doing to me, I get to be fully awake when the testing starts, and I choose when it happens.” “Excellent!  You won’t understand most of the data, but I’d love to show it to you anyway.”, he smiles placing a gentle hand on the small of your back and guiding you to a patch of wall that slides out to reveal a dark stairway.  After guiding down to the lab and showing you dozens of charts he asks; “Would you be willing to do a session now?  It could be quite interesting to see how your new understanding will change my readings.” “I guess that’s okay.”, you frown something in the back of your head lecturing you that this wasn’t the sort of thing nice normal people would agree too. “It’s alright if you want to rest, per our new agreement it’s up to you now.”, he gives you what seems to be a genuine smile.   “We can do it now.”, you decide more certain with your answer.   “Alight, just put on a medical gown and lie on the table.”, he hums happily as if this is all perfectly normal “Why the restraints?”, you ask nervously once you’re laying on the table and he begins to strap your arms down.   “You may be a willing subject, but once the hallucinations start there’s no accounting for what your body might do, it’s simply safer this way Y/N.”, her explains.  “Are you ready now?” “Yeah, we can do it now.” “Now let’s visit the darkest reaches of your mind.”, he says ominously placing the mask over your face and turning on the gas.  You don’t thing you feel the effects at first but things quickly begin looking odd.  Shadows grow longer and the tune Jonathan is cheerfully humming becomes dark and distorted.  Your stomach flutters in anticipation.  Before too long you’re feeling bugs crawling on your skin and it feels like they’re eating their way inside you you scream and writhe against your binds and you are the most terrified you’ve ever been, but there is also a sensation building in your lower abdomen that begs for release.  You can’t tell if it’s too soon or not soon enough when you start to come down from the effects of the gas, but some part of you is left horribly unsatisfied.   He continues to hum as he un-straps you from the table. “Would you like to sit upstairs with me and we can get you some tea while you tell me what exactly you saw?”, he asks taking your arm and helping you off the table.   “Y-yeah.”, you nod with a far away look in your eyes.  Upstairs you shakilly sip tea while he writes down what you tell him about your hallucinations.   This goes on much the same for about another week until he pulls a case gently out of a drawer in the refrigerator one night.  “I think for our next session we will switch to this instead of the gas.”, he tells you carefully taking a syringe out of the case.   “Can I see?”, you ask your stomach flipping as you reach out for it. “Just be careful.”, He warns with a stern look before handing it over.  You examine it for a moment before promptly uncapping it and jabbing it into your thigh.  “You really shouldn’t have two doses this close together…”, Jonathan harps but there’s a fascinated and hungry look in his eyes. “Fuck me.”, you beg him grabbing the front of his shirt. “I’ve been so goddamned horny every time you use this stuff on me, please fuck me.” “That’s really not professional.”, he breathes but as you slip a hand inside his shirt you can feel his erection pressing against you.  “But most  of this is this is technically legal anyway.”, he admits a wicked grin spreading across his face.  You kiss him and he kisses you back digging nails into your sides and biting your lower lip just enough to make bleed.   You’ve got his clothes half off before you start to hallucinate and trip falling onto the floor. He’s on top of you quickly after you fall biting your neck and holding your arms down.  You don’t resist instead calling out his name even as he morphs into some fearful caricature in your mind.   He takes you on the floor while the toxin fills your brain with awful images, but the torture is so sweet.  You have no idea how long it’s been or how many orgasms you’ve had when the creature holding you down returns to being a lanky Scientist laying next to you on the floor.   “Next time we need to do that in the lab, I hate to think of how much valuable information I could’ve gotten from that.”, he sighs nonchalantly putting an arm behind his head

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Hey could you write an Jonathan x Reader in which the reader is his girlfriend and and get's super jealous that he is spending Valentine's Day doing crime with The Riddler?

(A little short, but I’ve got 2 Jon x Reader smut prompts next so tune in for those!)“Edward? You’re going out on a job with Edward on Valentines day?”, you demand angry and astonished.  “I’m your girlfriend, Jon, don’t you think you should be spending it with me?”, You ask at your tall thin boyfriend who’s currently getting dressed in costume to go out on a crime spree.   “I didn’t know it mattered that much to you.”, he shrugs.  “It’s just another commercialized consumer holiday.”, he tells you dryly adjusting one of his sleeves.   “Of course I know that, but it’s still the principle of the thing.  I wanted it to be just us….and what if you get caught by Batman?  You’d have spent all your time with Eddie and I won’t get to see you ‘till you break out again.”, you reason.  He’s still struggling to adjust his sleeves so you grab his hand and do it for him even though you’re annoyed at him.   “Honey, are you jealous?”, he asks you point blank resting his hands on your shoulders, leave it to Jon to always know what you’re thinking, he was a psychiatrist after all.   “Do I even have to answer that?  I’m sure you already know…”, you pout crossing your arms.  “You never invite me out to commit crimes with you, maybe I’d like to….” “We can do that if that’s what you really want.”, he considers the idea slipping his spindly hands down onto your waist.  “Find a nice outfit for you to wear, pick out a name, teach you how to properly spread fear to the masses.”,  he breathed gripping your hips tightly now. “There’s truly nothing better.”, he promises lips almost touching yours before pulling away to grab the decorative noose he puts around his neck as part of his costume. “You’re such a tease.”, you complain your heart still pounding from the sudden closeness then revocation of it.   “I’ll try to hurry home tonight, and I won’t let myself get caught.”,  he assures you.  “If need be I’ll gas Riddler and leave him for the Bat so I can get back earlier and we can discuss it more.  I might do it even if I don’t need to, Nygma can be quite annoying sometimes.  He wants attention, I want results.” “I’ll be waiting, Love you!”, you grab his shoulders and stand up on your tiptoes to give him a kiss.   “I love you too.”,  he smirks before pulling the hood on and completing the ensemble.   

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Jervis Tetch x Reader! Tea party, mind control maybe? Nsfw maybe?

**THERE WILL BE NSFW**(Since we had two similar Mad Hatter Asks this can be read as part 2 of the first one we posted!)p.s. No mind control on reader because of personal preference against it- a person not in control of their actions can’t consent and consent is cool kids!                                       *************************You remember being in your office at Arkham Asylum when a riot started, the last memory is of a large man busting into your office and grabbing you by the arm.  “I wouldn’t do that if I were you!”, Jervis had tsked, but before you could turn to look at him the big man knocked you into a wall and you lost consciousness.  Now you begin to wake up to a familiar voice humming and the clinking of plates being set.  You groan and look around your head still spinning.   “Oh, goody, you’re awake!”, he claps his hands and skips over to you.  He’s got on a green and yellow suit on with a top hat to boot now.  “Arkham was a mess, but now we’re here all cozy and perfect!”, he tells you happily. You’re at the head of a long table with two hulking men sitting along it, one of them the man that had broken into your office.   “You took me from Arkham?”, you ask dumbly only mostly alert now.   “Why, of course!  I couldn’t leave my dearest friend there all alone!  I made us some new friends with a little bit of science and now we’re all here!” “Where is here?”, you ask glancing around to find your surroundings are quite strangely a normal apartment with a giant table set up for a tea party crammed inside. “Home, sweet home!”, he hums happily pouring a cup of tea for you and taking one of your hands the wrap around it.  You sniff the tea he gave you as if you’d be able to tell if it was drugged.  “Don’t worry about the tea, at least not this time… be nervous if I offer you a hat.”, he tells you dryly noticing the gesture.  You take a sip of the tea then not wanting to be rude, it was actually quite good, but of course he had experience with tea.  “Mmmm to make this a real party I should find Alice! Oh, I would love for you to meet her!” “We don’t need Alice, you and I can have a nice tea party on our own.”, you protest telling yourself it’s because you want to discourage him from committing a crime, but the sting of momentary jealousy in your chest tells a different story.   “You…You don’t want to meet Alice?”, his shoulders slump as he looks at you sad and defeated.  “Do you not want to be here at all?”, he squeaks dismally.  “Or!”, he starts a wicked grin forming.  “Are you jealous, Y/N?” “What?  N-no, I’m not jealous!  I’m your doctor I can’t take more than that.”, you protest feeling your face flush red.   “You mean you can’t take less, it’s very easy to take more than nothing.”, he quoted smugly  leaning down so he’s face to face with you, a rare occasion he can do so you being taller than him when standing.  “You’re turning that pretty pretty shade of red again, I think someone’s telling a lie!” Flustered, you lean forward and grab his coat pulling him down and kissing him hard on the lips.  You let him go and you both breath deeply looking at each other in pleasant surprise.  “Leave”,  he orders the brain washed men at the the table in a voice deeper than he usually spoke with. The two muscle heads get up from the table and shuffle out the door  You shiver as he turns back to you with a hunger in his eyes.  “Stealing a kiss, what a naughty thing to do.”, he scolds.   “There’s more where that came from.”, you breath pulling your shirt off.  Before reaching for him again, kissing him and pulling his suit jacket off.  As you grip each other trying to be as close as possible the chair falls backwards from your combined weight.  You let out a little cry as you fall but it doesn’t really hurt and Jervis is now splayed out on top of you which is quite pleasant.   You realize that you should stop this now before it goes too far, but you don’t and soon all of your clothes are gone and Jervis is moaning into the side of your neck.  You wonder how long you secretly wanted this as you moan his name.  You orgasm first as he murmurs how good you feel in your ear and he soon follows suit cumming on your stomach.   You lay together for a while breathing heavily limbs still tangled together, Jervis’s head snuggled nicely into your chest.  “I knew you felt the same.”, he mutters to you with hair sticking up comically from his head.  His hat had fallen off at some point, but he didn’t seem bothered.   “You were right.”, you admit a fond smile on your lips as your heart leapt.  You definitely can’t be a therapist anymore, but it really doesn’t seem so bad.