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Hey everyone! If you don't know already, I run the @ask-doctor-quinn, a Harley Quinn roleplay, account! I know I don't really have the time for it but I really want to make a Karlo Basil account too. Y'know, for the plot. I'm gonna make one but I wanted to know:
Would you interact with a Karlo Basil rp account?
Abso-fucking-lutley
Oh hell naw
Idk/Wanna Click Button/🎃
Art Therapy in Arkham: What Each Rogue Makes
Riddler: His love of play on words and trickly linguistics gets him to write some poetry. He likes to read it aloud sometimes, having people guess what the poem is about like it’s the longer version of one of his one-sentence riddles. It gets his thoughts down in a nice way and helps him exercise that riddle-making machine in his head.
Scarecrow: He picks up drawing, mostly in pencil. He draws scenery most of the time, and is pretty good at it. Scenery usually comes from memories in Georgia; landmarks that impacted him the most like the farm he grew up on. Occasionally he’ll draw a monster from his youth; most of the time it’ll be whithered old woman with sharp teeth and claws. Digs up old memories, but it helps helps him release some anger.
Hatter: Sewing, obviously. Making little accessories for his friends. The only no no is hats. Sorry, but it’s a sore subject, Jerv. But making clothing helps him feel better and keeps him busy from all his usual dangerous habits and thoughts.
Joker: He’s not allowed to have any art supplies ever again.
Harley Quinn: Collages. She’s definitely the sentimental type, so it’d make sense that she want to do something like scrapbooking to collect memories of her friends in Arkham and store them away. There’s a page for each friend. It helps her connect better with other patients and keeps up her emotional support.
Poison Ivy: Pottery. Something about taking material from the earth, giving it water, and making it into something beautiful really speaks to Ivy. She’ll usually make flower vases with beautiful sceneries of plants engraved into its exterior. They allow her to use it to plant something (when her abilities are suppressed, of course), and so it keeps her connected with nature.
Two-Face: Painting is his thing. He’s not great at it, but what matters is that his emotions translate through. Each one has some sort of duality to it, as is the theme with him. It helps him get his emotions out, as well as helping both alters coexist.
Mr. Freeze: Ice sculptures, of course. Some of his wife, others of things he misses back when he was still normal. It helps him grieve in a more healthy way.
Clayface: Drama, as he was once an actor. He’ll write entire screenplays and then act them out all by himself because he can be any and all the characters he wants. It’s great for him because it helps him relive the normal life he once had.
Firefly: He’s not allowed to paint anymore since all he paints is people and places on fire, so he’s taken a liking to building. They bought tinker toys specifically for him (plastic, not wood), which he uses to make life-size models of his own jetpack and flamethrower. Usually this would be banned, but it helps Garfield get more into the habit of wanting to build instead of watching things be destroyed, so it stays.
Some neat-o Batman villains
Payne’s Severely Disturbed
An abandoned Princeverse fic I found barried in my notes that I figured someone might enjoy.
Every character in this fiction except for Cass, Tim, and Karlo are OCs.
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Ivan laughed as his men carried out the precious cargo full of crystals and gems from the docks, watching the staff aboard the ship shiver in fright. His first attempt at a big heist was going to be a success, with the Batman...Batwoman? Whatever, the kid who was the Batman's successor being injured and out of the way meant he could finally complete a heist, buy his beloved theatre, and live up to the legacy of his mentor, Clayface, aka the one and only Karlo Basil.
As the last of the crates were packed into the last van, Ivan saw it, a shadow. Then two. Right above where he stood. Then, a larger, third shadow in the shape of a bat. Ivan turned around so quickly his waist tore then reformed.
"No! The Bat has been beaten! How can you-" Ivan paused. This wasn't the Bat that they were used to. Above him stood a new Batman. He was all sharp angles, with yellow and red peices here and there. Beside him crouched two smaller figures. The nice thing about the original Batman's successor was that she had no Robin to aid her. This one? He had two.
"Clayface. Return the jewels, now." This one sounded tired too. Ivan sneered and launched a large amount of goop at the Batman and Robins, making them scatter. The taller of the two Robins launched a flashing disk at Ivan, which Ivan quickly dodged. But it was a distraction, the smaller Robin stuck another disk right into his neck, sending sound waves through his clay body and knocking him to the ground.
The smaller Robin hopped off Ivan and ran up to the Batman and the other Robin, as Ivan tried to stand up again. The waves became harsher and he fell back down. Glancing up at the Batman, Ivan saw it. A small controller, probably controlling the disk. Ivan couldn't dislodge the disk without his powers, and he didn't have them at the moment because of the sound waves, so he was trapped.
"Tell us where the rest of the jewels are being taken." The Batman ground out. Ivan shook his head with a laugh.
"Like I'd tell you." The Bat squinted then pressed a button on the controller, making the waves become painful. Ivan struggled to catch his breath and clawed at his neck.
"Stop! Stop it! Please!" Ivan begged. The Bat let go of the button and asked again. "Where are the rest of the jewels being taken?" Ivan gasped before pointing up at the bright blue glass structure north of where they stood. The Iceburg Lounge.
"Cobblepot! He said he'd pay me enough to buy and restore the Monarch Theatre if he could get some new jewels! He never said where they had to come from!" The smaller Robin flicked his wrist and the disk flew from Ivan, right in to the boy's hand.
"If you wanted to buy back the theatre, you could've just asked Wayne Enterprises." The taller Robin, who had a mallet for some reason, giggled and waved his free hand about.
"Yes, their CEO and his wife are big fans of theatre, they could help. Just ask them." The smaller, holding a katanna, nodded along.
"You'll get a chance to ask in person. The wife of the CEO is the lead doctor at Arkham Asylum! You can ask her personally!" The mallet wielding one pointed to the Arkham van arriving on the scene. Ivan sighed, knowing this was going to be a pain to tell Karlo about.
As Ivan was loaded into the van, he saw from the corner of his eyes a flash of red and yellow. The two Robins peaked out from under the cape of the Batman, looking down at Ivan. The mallet Robin gave a thumbs up, and the smaller waved goodbye. Sure, he was defeated, and by a new Batman no less, but at least the Robins were adorable. He couldn't wait to tell Sage and Carlos about the little birds.
*Harley diving through the window* HARLEY!
Riddler: Harley?
Hatter: *excited* Harley!
Scarecrow: *frustrated* Jervis!
Hatter: Jonathan?
Riddler: *confused on how Harley got through the window on the third floor* Harley?
Harley Quinn: Garfield!
Riddler: Garfield?
Firefly: *pops his head in* Garfield!
Scarecrow: Garfield?!
Joker: *bursts out of the closet* Joker!
Riddler: Joker!
Killer Croc: *pops his head out of the bathroom* Waylon!
Scarecrow: *bewildered* Wha— Waylon?
Killer Croc: Waylon? *laughs and turns into Clayface*
Clayface: Nah, Clayface.
Riddler:... *looks at Scarecrow* Jonathan?
Scarecrow: *shrugs* *looks to Hatter* Jervis?
Hatter: BATMAN!
Everyone: Batman?
Batman: *crashes through the ceiling* Batman.
Ridder: *walks into Scarecrow’s hideout with Hatter* Crane? We got your message—
Hatter: *sees Scarecrow bleeding on the floor* OH MY QUEEN! *rushed over to put a hand over the stab wound* Hare, what happened?
Riddler: It looks like he was stabbed! I’ll get the first aid kit!
Hatter: Stay with me, Jonathan. What happened?!
Scarecrow: *coughing up blood and struggling to breathe* Joker... he... he...
Riddler: *comes back with the kit* Enough talking. He needs to save his breath.
Hatter: Dormouse, he’s fading! He’s— he’s— he’s melting in my hands?
Jonathan: *walks in casually as he goes to make himself a cup of coffee* Oh, you’re both finally here. It seems my message was delivered succssfully. *pours himself a cup*
Hatter:... *drops Scarecrow* But I... but you... but... WHAT?!
Jonathan: Oh, that’s not me. *sips coffee* I’m low on toxin so I’ve hired Clayface to play me for when some special effects are needed. So he’s been staying here for a few days. Say hello, Karlo.
Scarecrow: *still bleeding* Yo.
Riddler:... Asshole. You two are both assholes. We thought you were dying! Why?! Why on us?!
Jonathan: Well... you see...
Scarecrow: It was fucking funny.
Jonathan: I agree, it was pretty funny.
Clay Is Happening
