I want your professional opinion on this: how do you think the rogues would react if Reader flirted with them (even if they were already a couple, but the point is, did she do it in private or in front of other rogues)? For example, if Reader said something to Two-Face like, "I wish I were your coin so you could spin me around all night ;)" I'm sure their brains would short-circuit for a second,And I'd like to know how the other rogues would react in similar situations (Bane, Slade).
My professional opinion? I don’t know if I’m a professional on this but this ask is way too cute. Like imagine them trying not to get flustered or having to put up a front around their peers. Adorable! Also that flirty line is way too smooth, like hello? I couldn’t come up with something like that, but I’ll for sure try!
Also I’m sorry this is so late, and might be kind of poorly done, I haven’t been in a very good headspace lately, but I tried my best :)
Summary: Little blurbs/headcanons for the DC characters Bane, Deathstroke, and TwoFace and how they’d react to a very flirty Significant Other in front of the other rogues while in Arkham.
Notes: Can get a little suggestive and a little mean, reader and rogue are already together. Guys this is Arkham, don’t question much that happens lol.
Two-Face: The cutest when he’s flustered, definitely gets embarrassed if others hear
• Harvey sat in his cell, idly flipping his coin. His cell was the only one with bars, every other one had a small window barred off, something he was constantly thankful for so that he didn’t have to listen to the deranged lunatics around him. He already had enough voices in his head.
• However, one voice in his mind was always yours, you grounded him.
• He stared up at the flickering fluorescent lights in the cell block, never able to tell if it was day or night. He only knew how much time passed from the therapists and doctors trying new methods with him and recording the time and dates on their tape recorders.
• He knew they were making him worse.
• He gripped the coin, digging his nails into the palm of his hand. It didn’t hurt anymore, not really.
• Harvey could hear someone making their way down the cellblock, and he was quickly ushered away to the cafeteria. Another thing that helped him track time, but also angered him and made Harv go off the walls. There were only so many other inmates he could stand.
• TwoFace sat at a long table, not bothering to eat whatever slop was in front of him, he could never stomach it. He tried to drone out those around him, but it was useless. He slammed his hands down on the table, and then immediately anxiously went for his coin in his pocket.
• How ridiculous was he acting in these walls when he was nothing but suave and confident outside of them.
• The guards took him back to his cell and he sat in there with his coin and thoughts, wishing and hoping to get out, to get a chance to escape, to crawl home to you. He laid back on his rotting cot, flicking the coin into the air with a light chime each time, his other arm covering his face.
• He heard footsteps approaching again, but this time they almost seemed timid, as if sneaking around. He turned his head to the side, flipping the coin between his fingers with practiced ease, and he almost dropped it seeing your smiling face.
• “Sweetheart?” he smiled, almost falling as he rushed over to you, almost needy, “what are you doing here? How’d you get in? Are you alright?”
• “I’m okay,” you promised, smiling at him softly, adding in a hushed voice, “I wish I were your coin so you could spin me around all night,” and you added a little wink.
• He replayed your words over in his mind, and even Harv didn’t have a snarky comeback. God that could kill a man, especially one already deprived and losing his mind.
• He smiled at you through the bars, shoving the coin into his pocket and replacing it with your hands, his voice husky, “you know, I’d do more than spin you around all night, right Baby?”
• He held onto your hands tightly, as if he was scared you weren’t real, he looked around nervously, so thankful to get this moment seemingly alone with you.
• He loved when you teased him and dirty talked to him, but it made him needy and flustered. You were his and he wouldn’t want to share your time or words with prying ears.
• “Give me a distraction, and I’ll make that happen,” he grinned through the bars, making you smile.
• You let go of his hands, looked down either row of the cellblock, then brought out two pistols, and he grinned at you. How you got those in was beyond him, but it made him want you more.
• “That’s my girl,”
Bane: Small short circuit, but then doubles down
• Bane sat in the yard of Arkham, an area that was basically a glorified slab of concrete with a maze of stone walls surrounded by tall green windows. It wasn’t much to look at, but the rain felt better than the hot and grimy walls of his cell.
• He didn’t pay attention to the other inmates, knowing if he needed to he could easily crush them, besides the hysterical laughing and mumbling was almost like a white noise to him by now.
• He missed you and your smiling face, the way you played around with him, your delicate hands on his rough ones. Although you didn’t act or believe that you were delicate around him...why? he couldn’t understand.
• He turned his attention over to Pamela as she sauntered over to the table he sat at, cooing to a small potted plant in her hands, and how the guards hadn’t noticed yet was beyond him...why she was out of her containment cell also another good question which he ignored.
• She didn’t bother him that much though, of all the inmates and characters in Arkham, he was most comfortable around her. Not that she compared to you though.
• “You’re going to have a visitor soon,” Pamela smirked.
• Bane frowned, “what makes you think that?”
• She shrugged, “heard it from the green.”
• Bane grumbled, standing to head back to his cell, he wasn’t in the mood, but noticed some guards bringing in the Joker and Harley on gurneys. They were strapped down, and still laughed manically...he wanted to snap their necks, or at the very least break their vocal cords. They were the most annoying to him. The guards moved them to an upright position, then stood quietly at attention next to them.
• The guards seemed unfazed, probably used to the lunacy around them as he had grown used to.
• Bane wished he could escape right now, be anywhere else...but just then you were escorted through the doors and into the courtyard. You were like a beacon of light, but the doors were immediately shut behind you and you jumped.
• You took in your surroundings cautiously before spotting Bane and running over.
• “Aye pequeña what are you doing here? Who let you in? Are you alright?” Bane brought his hands to your face, inspecting you nervously and fearfully.
• “I’m ok, really, I just came to check on you,” you then smiled at him mischievously, “I’ve been thinking about you breaking me.”
• Bane seemed to stop breathing as he looked down at you, and the courtyard seemed too quiet. He felt tense, almost embarrassed but not quite. The way you looked so innocent after saying something like that made him want to grab you and throw you over his shoulder.
• He smirked. He wouldn’t hurt you, no, but he found it endearing in way that you would use that word, he must say it too much.
• All of a sudden Joker and Harley started laughing hysterically again, and Pamela simply took her plant to the other side of the maze. Bane snapped out of his thoughts, pointing a finger over at the pair and shouting, “Cállate estúpidos payasos!”
• He turned back to you, leaning down to kiss the top of your head tenderly, “Lo siento, mi amor.” He whispered, smirking, “Go home, get cleaned up and comfortable...and give me a few hours.”
Deathstroke/Slade Wilson: Unfazed, he’s downbad 24/7
• Slade had been in his cell for a week now, trying to keep his mind strong. He had been sent to Arkham instead of Black Gate, rare, and he loathed the stupid staff member who would allow this to happen.
• Still he'd get out soon...he always did, and Arkham was much easier than Black Gate.
• He had lost count of the pushups he was doing hours ago, as Azrael and Floyd Lawton bickered back and forth about who-knows-what idiotic ideals, his mind was elsewhere.
• He wasn’t supposed to get caught, he had been sloppy. Still he bit back his anger and pride...he wanted to get back to you.
• It had been weeks since he last saw you, and sometimes it was longer, but this particular length of time he couldn’t get you off of his mind. You were a weakness to him...and one of the few weaknesses he took pride in, of course not that he’d say out loud.
• He heard someone walking down the cellblock and kept to himself, even when Lawton and Azrael started pointing and staring over at him. Lawton made crude gestures that made Slade want to disembowel him.
• “What is it?” Slade barked, suddenly stopping his sets and standing to his full height. He crossed his arms staring down the two mercenaries across from him who were quick to look away or look away and whistle.
• Slade looked past his cell to see you standing outside it. God Arkham had horrible security and staff.
• “Babydoll, what a surprise. Did you miss me?” he practically purred, and you nodded, motioning for him to come closer, and he sauntered over.
• “Do you want to put your gun in my holster?” you smirked, looking up at him through the bars of his cell.
• Lawton started coughing and choking and tried to cover it up, no doubt trying to eavesdrop, but it didn’t bother Slade. Nothing could when it came to you teasing him, he didn’t care what others heard come out of your mouth.
• Your eyes seemed to say “fuck me”, and he suddenly felt his blood flowing.
• “Hmm, mind repeating yourself baby doll? Want to try and be more specific?” he smirked, reaching his arm through the bars to settle his fingers under your chin.
• You just smirked at him.
• Oh he would be out of his cell in the next few minutes. Nothing was keeping him away from you...and Arkham was too easy.
• He worked his hands down to yours, bringing your knuckles up to his lips. He set little kisses on either hand, before slowly letting go.
• “Get home safe,” he grinned, “I’ll be right behind you.”
