#batman rouges

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It came to me in a dream

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Fun news everyone! Someone was able to rip edward and jon's voice lines from Arkham underworld post shutdown

More content for us, the truly starving populas

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Playing Mario Kart with some Batman rogues hc's

Silly i know, im sorry

Riddler

He thinks he could beat you in this game any day

If you are better than him he'll start to whine and say that you're cheating, or that he's just letting you win, cuz he's such a nice partner

But if he wins. Oh this man will start bragging. He's the greatest, the best of the best, of course this silly game is no mach for such man as himself! Please just agree with him. He'll be so pleased with himself

If you win he'll praise you too. No wonder, he choose the best after all! But don't get down if you lose, 'it's the games fault and let's solve riddles instead'.

Joker

Let's just say,, he's not a big fan of games. He would only like it if he's good at it.

It makes him real angry, he might even crash out. He'll be acting like a toddler, throwing a fit and all. Then act like he doesn't care.

Just tell him he's good, keep his confidence up. With enough learning (and patience) he won't be throwing the controller at the screen. He might just watch you play instead and cheer for you (and laugh at you if you crash out too).

If you lose? Don't worry, the players won't live to see tomorrow (he cant be serious right?)

If he does win somehow? He'll start to brag too. But you cannot stop him, even if you agree with him, it just encourages to make him brag more.

He will clap for you and stuff if you win, like, jealous but proud of you at the same time.

Scarecrow

Oh stop, he doesn't have time for some stupid game. Why are you looking at him like that? Oh, fine, he'll play, but just one round okay?

Oh he sucks at the game.

He grumbles and groans the whole time.

He'll start to threaten the players, arguing with the screen.

Oh boy

Just squeeze close to him and help him play, his heart will go crazy and he even forgets why he was so mad.

Just sit on his lap and play while he cuddles you. (He'll still threaten the tv)

Hugo Strange

Please, he has better things to do. But he is curios what makes you tick so much

He won't play but he'll watch what you are doing.

He'll chuckle when you get angry at the silly game.

He like, analyses how you play. The movements you do, the reactions you have, examining your pupils. He's kind of looking back and forth.

He'll explain to you what the results are, while you are playing (it'll be hard to focus, yes thats another test, so can you focus?).

Soon he'll leave you to it, giving a kiss to your forehead and wishing you a good play.

Harley

She has her ups and downs.

When she loses she'll pout, snuggling up to you, telling you the game is being mean to her. (Make sure her baseball bat isnt around)

If she wins she'll start jumping up and down, holding your hands wanting you to join in.

If you win, she'll start clapping and jumps to hug you, she'll tell you that you did so well!

If you lose she'll curse the game for 'making' her dear partner lose

She loves playing games with you, makes her all smiley and giggly

Catwoman

You wanna play? Sure, just prepare for her stunning victory!

If you do win instead she'll say (seductively) that she'll scratch you (she wont).

If she wins she'll be like 'hah! See? Easy'

She might get a bit mad but she wont let a silly game make her lose her cool.

She'll also try to distract you by purring and snuggling to your side. She'll giggle if it does work

Two face

Are you sure about this?

Playing with them, sure is interesting. He might start arguing with himself.

He'll flip a coin to choose character,car etc...

He's looking super mad when he loses, but keeps his cool (while almost breaking the controller) and says that the game is stupid anyway. But if he wins? Oh the 'fate was on his side', he says.

He'll pat your head when you win. But of course you win, you know this game well don't you?

[ftm-papyrus]

is this anything?

[zyalahdoodles]

Happy Halloween 🎃

Haven’t drawn anything DC in a while and tis the season for some spooky scary Scarecrow.

[shallyouobeyme]

romantic yan edward nygma (any iteration)? specifically one that thinks the reader is just so smart and so sweet, and kidnaps them so gotham doesnt ruin that? also maybe throw in some cuddles. a lot of cuddles. all of the cuddles.

Decided not to specify which iteration this is so feel free to imagine your favorite. One (non-consensual) cuddle express coming up

Blueprints (Yandere!Riddler x GN!Reader)

TW: Romantic Yandere!Riddler, stalking, kidnapping, being locked up, being sedated, non-consensual cuddling (but no sexual content), stockholm-syndrom setting in, tried to keep this gender neutral (if you notice the reader being gendered, please message me so I can fix it), Batman has kind of skewed morals

When he sees you first, it's in Gotham's central library. Quite frankly, Edward Nygma is surprised he's still allowed inside, but the staff is overworked and underpaid so no one ever really notices him when he comes inside, his latest scheme cooking in his cranium. The library was a resource even someone like him couldn't pass up on, especially with how foolishly the Gotham legislators were to allow the blueprints of official building in the city built before the turn of the century to just be filed away there for everyone to see. Sure, they'd wisened up and didn't add onto them with the prints of the newer buildings - you had to put in an official request for those and that was such a headache for him, forcing him to fake an identity with enough merit to not immediately alert that Bat to what he was planning - but they hadn't bothered to remove the old ones. Ed could have looked them up online over the libraries web archive, but he preferred getting out of his lair once in a while, smell the books, remind himself of how stupid and thoughtless the muppets inhabiting Gotham were. How stupid everyone was there except for him...and the very rare individual with more than a single braincell (he's looking at you, Batman). When he sees you first, he scoffs. In front of you on the table you monopolized in the corner of the room was a thick astrological almanac, a philosophy collection propped up against a steel water bottle, and - oddly enough - a math text book. He rolled his eyes, thinking that you were trying much too hard to seem knowledgable, figuring that you barely comprehended a tenth of the words your eyes were taking in, especially with so many different topics. But as he makes notes on the blueprint to a building currently used as a shopfront though it was a district court once, decades ago, he can't help but keep looking toward you. He had to admit...you were beautiful and with such a soft aura...even the fact that you looked frazzled and tired and too deep in concentration didn't change that fact. Ed tries to shake that thought from his mind and return to his plans when a young adult woman approaches you. Probably one of the many ants attending Gotham's college or university that thought themselves smarter than the average when they were hardly any different. Ed is good as eavesdropping, always has been. Attuned to listening to quiet sounds as well as having learnt how to read lips early on. His pupils dilate just slightly as he finally comprehends what you were doing. The young woman thanked you for reading and correcting an essay on proof of a certain mathematical formula she needed for class and you gave her a tired smile, told her that you were always happy to help and that she did good work (even though Edward saw just how much red was pencilled over the original text). Once the woman left, you closed the math textbook with a sigh, rubbed your eyes and got up - leaving towards a nearby coffee machine.

As he leaves the library, blueprints long forgotten (and not correctly stored away in his hurry), Edwards hand clench around his cellphone, having to physically remind himself to be patient. To not immediately start staring at the pictures he took of everything he found in your backpack and jacket - including your state and employee ID from a local University. Once he's back in his layer he can't help but practically find out every single thing about you. From simple things like your birthday, where you grew up, your medical history, your families criminal files, your social security number - the easy stuff every ten year old could figure out in an hour or two - to a bit more intricate details: your best friend in high school, the guy that ghosted you after one date because you asked him about his preferred field of study, the professor who always gave you too much work even though you weren't even originally assigned to his class as assistant, every single grade and project you ever did in school and later university. Everything he finds just cements one thought in his head: You were much too precious for the world. You were smart - most definitely not on his level, but why should a lion complain about a feral cat as a companion when the alternative was having no pride at all. But it felt to Edward like you were wasting your potential by helping out the students in the classes you were assigned to by control reading their works and by doing most of the professors work for them only to get paid barely a fraction of what they earned. You needed someone to look out for you, to protect you from your own selflessness, to...care for you. And who was better for that job than Edward, after all no one else could ever truly understand you, right?

It's barely a moth later that you find yourself, dressed in comfortable pajama pants and one of Edward's shirts, lying stiffly on a large, pulled out couch in the 'you-proofed' area of his layer. Soon, Ed was sure, you'd come to your senses and realize that he was the only one for you. That you could trust him, that you could...love him. Should love him, just like he already loved you. These feelings had crashed over him like a title wave, but he couldn't find himself caring. He embraced them, embraced you. Literally. At least you didn't try to fight him anymore, that was one positive compared to when he first brought you home. Sure, that was mostly because of the light sedative that he administered to you when he wanted some cuddle time - as well as the padded shackle to your ankle that assured that you couldn't even get close enough to the (quadruple locked and alarm protected) door to even attempt to run. With an incredible amount of chagrin, you had to admit that Edward - Eddy, as he insisted you call him lest you want to get punished - was an annoyingly good cuddle. He somehow just knew how to hold you close to ensure the perfect amount of warmth and close contact to quell the touch starved side of yourself that you didn't even knew existed. He caressed your hair softly, whispered sweet, affirming words into your ear, and he somehow always knew how to position you to be comfortable, even when you were too sedated to even speak or keep your eyes open. And, annoying you even further, you started to...enjoy life with him. You'd never even realized how overburdened and overworked you were, how tired and exhausted. But here, with Ed, you don't have any duties or obligations, he allows you to do whatever you'd like in the very clear boundaries you had. He gave you a laptop (though you soon found out that it could only receive and never sent, no way to call for help) and even put a bookshelf into your cell room, that he filled with every book you asked for. He didn't make you feel silly or stupid for asking for novels and fantasy books (even though he did make a face as if cooing over a child). The fact that he was The Riddler was something he didn't particularly hide from you, in fact - during one of the almost nightly cuddle sessions (he was incredibly proud of you, you didn't even have to be sedated anymore to not lie there like a cold plank of wood) he actually explained his alter ego to you, just to assure you that if he does ever get caught and locked away (you lived in Gotham so you knew that even if he's locked away it wouldn't last for long) he had taken measures to assure that you'd be taken care of, that you wouldn't suffer the consequences of his actions. Though...as time passed, you noticed yourself slipping more and more into...being comfortable with him, more than comfortable. Now, you were excited for him to come home. Excited to spend the evening sitting in his lap, head against his chest, his heartbeat a background sound to his voice as he read out of one of the books he liked to share with you, the hand not holding the book open gently caressing you. It felt surprisingly safe, surprisingly...nice. A little part of you knew that it was wrong, that you should still be fighting and clawing your way out, but now, even when Ed didn't lock the shackle back on after taking it off so your could be more comfortable while intertwined in front of a documentary running on the TV, you didn't even approach the door. Didn't find yourself wanting to. With every night where you fall asleep with Eddy holding you, one more piece of you falls into the mold he set out for you, and you didn't find yourself minding.

[If you ever do wonder why Batman doesn't come to your rescue, why the great detective seemingly doesn't know that one of his roster of nemesis had an innocent civilian locked up in his basement...don't bother. Bruce knows about you, quite thoroughly actually. After all, he had to make sure that Ed was treating you well, had to assure himself that he wasn't making a mistake by letting Edward keep you. But it was purely utilitarian of him, after all, ever since Edward had you waiting for him, he'd become much more manageable and less violent. He didn't behave like he needed to proof something as much as he did before and his schemes didn't include the possibility of death anymore - as if Ed was doing his best to make sure that if he does get caught, the punishment would be lenient. So yeah, maybe it's not the most ethical thing to let Ed keep you locked away with him, but...you didn't seem to mind terribly anymore and quite frankly, it didn't seem like your life before seemed all that better anyways...]

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[sarah-nonaginta-novem]

Buying things on Etsy and realized I forgot to leave a review. I'm well past Etsy's 100 day review window so I decided to post a quick one here on Tumblr! 😊 Thank you @gilverrwrites for my Letter from your favorite Bat-Rogue order. Your details made it super special the plane and theatre ticket in particular. I appreciate the use of real airports. You did a fantastic job on the letter too and recommend any fan ordering their own! 💖

*had a good giggle at Dock Moench hehe*

Edit: I forgot to post the link!

https://www.etsy.com/listing/1760904833/letter-from-your-favourite-bat-rogue?ref=shop_home_feat_2&sts=1&logging_key=1057898cdb367c23e50d370aeadd81e0aa1b5cff%3A1760904833

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Scarecrow week 2025 day 6

decided to redo an old drawing for this one.