#g-c-w

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Jonathan, under the influence of his own fear toxin, imagines himself stuck in a dilapidated Arkham with no means of escape. All he can do is curl up on the cot and wait for the nightmare to end.

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Painkillers don't work on Jonathan Crane like they used to. After long term exposure to drugs and other chemicals, the effect lessened. After every encounter with Batman the pain doesn't go away. Every movement is agony when his leg bone is shattered in two separate places.

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Tw: alcohol, themes of addiction, minor child abuse, throwing up mentioned.

Jonathan Crane avoids alcohol like the plague. Living with his Great Grandmother was one of the main reasons for this. Having it drilled into his head just how dangerous the devils nectar was and how he would end up just like his whore of a mother, getting drunk and sleeping with every Tom, Dick and Harry. Jonathan had not wanted to think of his mother as a whore but it was seemingly the only name his grandmother had for her.

He cannot help but fear the addiction runs in his blood. His grandmother was addicted to god and his word, his mother to the alcohol. The Crane/Keeny bloodline was littered with addicts. He promised himself he would break the chain.

And he had. For his entire life he never touched a single drop. Even when peer pressure was at its highest he refused, perhaps losing several friends in the process.

After he had a successful robbery of the university he decided to go out and celebrate. Going to Ozzy's lounge he orders a coffee with his victory meal.

Oswald isn't aware of his no drinking policy and serves him up an Irish coffee, thinking he'll want to unwind after an eventful day. Jonathan is quick to pick up on the unusual flavour but says nothing out of politness. He later asks him what was in it. Oswald tells him about the shot of whiskey in it and he can see his eyes widen in shock.

Jonathan making himself try and throw it up in the bathrooms, he needs to purge the vile poison out of him. Jonathan Crane fears very little, but becoming like his mother is one of them.

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Could we have a villain being “soft” or homest with batman again? Like the ending of thag riddler one?

Certainly, apologies for not getting it out earlier. It's was my birthday yesterday so I've been busy.

I think Killer Croc for this one. He's got a heart under all that reptile skin.

Waylon Jones sat in the back of the Batmobile. The mild sedative stopped him from breaking loose. Batman drove the car over to the side of the road. From what Waylon could see they were in a deserted part of town. The car had come to a stop and Batman turned to face him.

"Croc, you were doing so well in rehabilitation. I don't think you would have broken out without a reason. Is there any reason specifically."

"Same shit as always, Bats. People either use me for my skin or use me for their freakshows. It's always the same," Waylon finally turned to face him. "You don't get how hard it is bats. People like me don't exactly become accountants." The world was never going to agree with him so he saw no point in agreeing with the world.

"Bruce Wayne has programs for people like you," Batman replied.

"He has good intentions but the people he has running those programmes don't. I could play nice all I wanted but it didn't help that no one could see past my face."

He always supposed he was born to be a killer. He killed his mother on his way into the world. After one of his aunt's drunken tirades, he connected her head to the wall. Repeatedly. Killing seemed to be the only thing that kept him safe. People couldn't hurt him if their throats were slit.

"I'm sorry," Batman said, perhaps the softest that Waylon had ever heard the Batman speak. It was hard to believe that this was the same man who beat him into unconsciousness. Croc never felt the beatings as much, another perk of his skin.

Croc's head turned to face out the window again.

"Not like it's your fault. It's just the way the world is."

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The Music Meister losing his voice after a fight with Batman. Meister had tried to bomb the music college that had expelled him for hypnotizing staff and students. The explosion went off unexpectedly, sending a piece of shrapnel flying towards his throat.

He held his throat with his hand, the blood pouring out from behind it. His voice gargled as he tried to sing. Opening his mouth to scream only to have a cascade of blood falling out instead.

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Edward Nygma hasn't been sleeping well. The others can see it. Whether it's in the blink of his eyes, the twitch in his hand or his heightened irritability they all see it. They don't think it's anything to worry about until he ends up collapsing to the floor.

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Bane suffers from severe vemon withdrawl during his stay in arkham. It wasn't so bad the first night, some aching bones, a slight twitch, nothing more.

Then the 2nd day hit him with the force of freight train.

He can do nothing but writhe alone in his cell. Sweating profusely, his stomach churning in on itself as he begs the doctors for a drop of vemon. A single drop to make the agonising pain lessen. He'll do anything just to make it stop

The doctors have no choice but to let him go through the withdrawal. It has to get worse before it can get better.

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tw: strangulation/choking

It wasn't often that the villains were the ones who were being held captive. Yet here they were. Jonathan, Victor, Harley and Edward. All held captive by some unknown mad man.

Despite their situation, Edward would still run his mouth. He did for two reasons. #1 being that it was simply within his nature and #2 was that it was often as a distraction tactic to allow Jonathan and Victor to help plan their escape.

One day their captor grows tired of Eddie's constant jabs and riddles. He pulls Eddie out of the cell and throws him onto the metal floor. Before Edward can even have a chance to move he feels the hands around his skinny neck, pinning him down onto the metal floor.

There was an intent to make him suffer. And suffering he was. His hands were big enough that one hand choking him would have been sufficient but two... well, two was making a statement.

Eddie wheezed and choked. The onlookers begging their captor to let him go, only for their plea to fall on deaf ears. The man ignored Ed's bloodshot eyes, eyes that begged him to let him go. The man only stopping when Eddie's arms had lost their struggle. He released Eddie's throat. His breaths were wheezed out, drooling dribbled onto the floor. A half attempt at a cough that burned in his throat.

"If I hear another word leave your mouth, I won't let go next time."