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  • [after the Wayne Enterprises Christmas Party]
  • Bruce: Tim, how was the party?
  • Tim: [drunk] It got so lit I whipped out a tit.
Riddle Me This

Joker x Reader

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Prompt: Can you do one where the reader is The Riddler and her inspiration was the joker, and she gets taken hostage by him when he’s doing a heist at her bank (the bank being her day-job) +if you can find a twisted way to turn it into smut my emotions would appreciate it. Thanks :)

Warnings: Light violence, smut.


“One-hundred, two-hundred, three-hundred, four-hundred. There you go, Mr. Johnson, have a great day,” you say as you hand over crisp green bills to the stranger before you. 

Working a bank wasn’t necessarily you dream job, but it paid the bills steadily. There were other things you enjoyed doing during the day, but this was normal. The more normal you came across to people, the better. 

The bank was not your only daily task at hand. By day you were a humble teller. By night, you played a larger role in society. A role that wasn’t one anyone could forget. You’re The Riddler, one of Gotham City’s finest criminals. 

As a child, your wants were simple. Growing up, super heroes and super villains alike came and went. But after a while, the entirety of it all grew on you. You became fascinated with their lifestyles, their “work.” Secretly, you kept news articles and magazine clippings. Your favorite, however, was an insane man known as The Joker. He was your secret, your favorite escape from normalcy. His crimes were gruesome, brutal, but somehow, they all still seemed to have a joke attached to them. His partner in crime was Harley Quinn, and you envied everything about her, especially how he seemed to adore her. 

You loved literature, and aside of your villain fetish, books were another escape from the dismal life you led. When you became The Riddler, you turned that into something further, something darker, and something intriguing. 

It’s almost closing time, and there are a few people in line with last minute pay-day checks waiting to be cashed. Your eyes move from the clock to the line, and everything in you just wants to go home today. 

“Next!” You call out, a forced smile placing itself on your lips as you watch the next person move forward. As she approaches the counter, she beams at you. You want desperately to roll your eyes. The day’s been rough, and you can’t believe the optimism in this girls face. 

“Can I cash this here? My boss said it might be a little difficult..”

She hands over a check, and you’re ready to tell her ‘of course.’ When you look down, you notice the absurd amount on it paired with smiley faces and “ha ha ha” in what looks like blood. Your heart seems to have stopped beating as you look up at her again, the indicative heart tattoo on her cheek moving slightly as she winks at you. In the same moment, a gun goes off behind her, causing the rest of the staff and patrons to scream and take cover.

A slow, drawn out, mocking laugh billows through the room, and you’re ready to  reveal your own identity to them. Looking around, you know you’ll land yourself in a world of trouble with your only steady income if you reveal yourself as The Riddler, another of Gotham’s now famous criminals. Usually you’d be proud, but for now you think you can handle this covertly.

“Gee, puddin’,” the blonde says with a pout, turning back to the man no one could forget, “She can’t cash it..” 

He walks over to you and she steps away, handling the other now-hostages with a smile and a revolver.

His gun points directly at you, and though you feel intimidated, you know better. You smuggle in your own gun everyday and hide it under the counter. It was none other than the one you use for your own crimes. 

“No bullet proof glass? What a shame..” He says, leaning over the counter and staring into your eyes, confirming that you, too, are now one of his hostages. His gun is firm in his hand as he grips the counter around it, smacking his other hand down.

“I’m havin’ a little party here tonight, and you’re invited! In fact, you can hand out the party favors. Aren’t you lucky…”

He studies your features as he speaks, as if he remembers seeing your face before. Though you haven’t formally met, he was your inspiration and you have crossed paths before on more than one occasion. 

You glare up at him, knowing he was trying to figure out where he’d seen you and assuming he wouldn’t remember. Standing up, you cock your head to one side.

“Oh yeah? And how do you expect me to do that?” You ask, it takes everything in you not to throw some sort of riddle at him. Being naturally quizzical already will just have to do for now. You point to the emergency button that comes with every bank teller position, unsure if someone else had the time to pull the silent alarm. Something in you didn’t want to, though. Be it the criminal in you or not, you have other plans.

His icy gaze shifts to your hand and back up to your face, not without taking a detour of the rest of your body in the {F/C} dress you wore today. His jaw clenches and his tongue runs along his metal teeth before he speaks again. You catch yourself staring, feelings of all kinds building up within you. 

After all, he was your inspiration to join the life of crime, and you adored him. As a normal person, and just as any other criminal would, you had to suppress that. You wondered how many other people in your “line of work” had to do the same. The only lucky one was Harley Quinn. She gets to fawn over him and worship the ground he walks on, but she was always just a pawn in his games and everyone knew it.

All that money in there,” he gestures towards the drawer in front of you with a coy grin. “It’s gonna go to my dear friends who are arriving soon.. You, doll face, get to play host, and, pass it all out.”

You lift your finger from hovering over the button and smirk, shrugging now with both hands in the air. 

“You gonna make me?”

A hostage screams from the corner, telling you to do what he wants. A loud bang follows and you realize it wasn’t from Harley’s gun. You look over to see one of your coworkers now lifeless on the floor, a slight pang of guilt washing over you. It wasn’t like you to feel bad over anyone, but you knew she had kids at home, and they didn’t deserve that. He puts the gun to his lips and blows on the end, winking at you now.

“And if anyone else wants to say anything, they can get their ticket outta here the same way,” he says loudly, eyes still on your features, knowing everyone can hear him. Silent cries proceed as you step back, suddenly wanting to give him the money before you lose another daytime friend.

The wheels in his brain are turning as he continues to examine you. Harley tosses him a bag and he throws it at you. Catching it against your chest, you begin to think. 

“You look scared, honey, are ya? Let me make it better, hm?” He coos, the sarcasm thick in his last sentence. “Just come out here,” he mockingly coaxes. “Let daddy show ya it’ll all be okay..” He laughs afterwards, gesturing for you to step out from behind the counter with his gun. 

You feel as though you have no choice as you covertly slide your hands under the desk and pull out wads of cash you’d been smuggling out for yourself throughout the day, concealing your gun within in pile in your hands.

“Att’a girl..” He says, his grin widening before he speaks again. “Harley, go get Frost.”

“He’s not here, though, boss,” she says, a frown forming on her lips as she backs up towards the entrance.

“I didn’t fucking ask that, Harls..” He shoots her a look and she immediately draws into herself, sighing quickly before hopping out of the door.

“Ah, ah, ah… No moving..” He says to the others who are now trembling in fear in each others arms.

You walk down the small area behind the counters with the cash and the gun loaded in your arms. As soon as you step out from behind it, you toss it all at him and point the gun at his head.

“Two can play at this game,” you say, pulling the hammer on the gun and staring at him with what little confidence you had in front of someone who was like a hero to you. How the tables have turned.. you think.

The money slowly drifts down from the air and onto the floor around him. He twitches, the anger brewing in him like the darkest of storms.

“I don’t think you’ve got the guts..” he starts, looking down at the name tag on your breast. “{Y/N}..”

Your name on his lips is something of a silent prayer. Trying to keep your hand from shaking, you bring your other hand to hold your wrist.

“You wanna bet?”

Before you can grasp what’s happening, he’s got you by your {H/C} hair, and dragging you into the back room. He grunts as he picks an identification card off of a desk and uses it to unlock the door. While you’re being dragged inside, you bring the gun to his chest and struggle to break free.

“Let me go!” you spit.

It’s only seconds before he reaches over and removes the gun from your hand, throwing it down and slamming the door behind you. Piles of cash are laying around, and you look at it in awe. Had you only known this sooner you wouldn’t have needed this job in the first place. Silently damning yourself, you wince as he pushes you up against a wall.

Your eyes are shut as you hear the hammer click on his gun again, and you expect the worst. This is it.. Murdered by my own hero.. By the one man I’ve admired for years..

“You’ve got such a gorgeous face… A familiar one, too..” he grumbles.

Shocked, your eyes pop open. What did he just say?

“Excuse me?” You say, the sarcasm now laid thick in your own voice.

“Cut the shit, Riddler.” He says, making your heart jump. “I’m almost surprised you withheld the notion of making me answer one of those.. God awful riddles!” He says now, the volume of his tone rising.

Hearing that almost hurt, and if you didn’t already know it was because he could never figure them out, you may have cried. Instead, you felt slightly triumphant.

“Ya wanna riddle me a new one then?” You ask with a smirk, feeling the gun press closer into your temple.

“I’d rather do something that even you won’t be able to decipher,” he says, his hands curtly on your thighs, pushing your dress up and then undoing his own black pair of pants.

“No panties, today, huh..?” He rasps, his fingers just barely grazing your center.

It was all happening so quickly for you. Just the rough touch of his cold hands on your warm skin sent a tingling feeling to the rose between your thighs. Before you knew it, you were being picked up and shoved against the wall. Your head bangs slightly on the wall as he does so, and you bite into your lower lip, a hand instinctively reaching for his green locks.

“You’ve been dying to do this, haven’t you?” You say, hoping with everything he gives you the answer you’ve been dying to hear for years as you give into the carnal desire that the two of you held for each other for so long.

“Oh.. More than you know..” he growls, kissing the tops of your breasts, trailing each kiss to your clavicle. His tongue runs along your neck and you can’t stifle the soft moan it elicits from you.

“Mm, purr for me like a kitten, baby girl..” he mumbles against your skin as he quickly and roughly slides his thick shaft in between your slick folds.

A large inhale is all you can give as you feel him sliding into you. A dream come true is feeling him speed up, your entire body rubbing against his as he does so. You moan louder as his fingers grip into your ass now, pulling on his hair with your own slender digits.

“I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember..” you sigh between breaths, watching as his hard expression twists into that of pleasure.

His groaning could drive any woman wild, and you buck your hips along with him as you do everything you can to feel his cock push even deeper against your sweet spot.

“Oh baby..” he growls again, unraveling at the seams as he begins to bring you down harder on his member. He took pleasure in being wanted, especially by you. It wasn’t everyday he met a pretty face that was on the same caliber as himself, and Harley had grown to be old news by now.

Every time you feel him enter you entirely, your body begins to tremble with waves of pleasure. The closer you get to your own release, the more you want to scream out. His teeth dig into your skin, leaving mark after mark as he can control himself less and less.

The feeling between your legs is almost insatiable as he strokes into your core. You want more of him, all of him, all at once.

“Oh daddy, give it to me..”

Its like your words alone changed him. He pins you against the wall now, just low enough so can he thrust into you with everything he’s got. He accepted the challenge and was passing with flying colors as you begin to moan at the top of your lungs.

You shudder with ecstasy, gasping and moaning. It’s exhilarating as your nails trail thin cuts down his toned, tattooed back, only adding to the heat engulfing your swollen clit being stimulated by the friction of his groin against yours. He finishes in you, painting your walls as you throb around his large shaft, making it impossible for him to torture himself in the best way possible with you any further.

Continuing to thrust up into you, he can tell you’re completely lost for words. Your mouth is agape as you’re unable to stop him from inflicting the immense amount of pleasure on your extra sensitive core. It almost hurts in a way that you could fall in love with.

You can feel his cum dripping from your folds as he pulls out slowly, setting you down on a table full of money next to the two of you. Trying to catch your breath, you stare up at the ceiling, a hand resting over your chest as he cleans himself up, pocketing money off the same table you’re now sitting on.

He looks at you with a smirk, clearly proud of his power over you as your {E/C} eyes meet his again.

“So you’re gonna be a good little hostage.. And hand over all the cash to the nice men who are comin’ to visit.. Or I’ll have to do this again.. Understand?” The smirk on his lips already tells you something else is coming down the pike for you later anyway, and you slide your fingers between your legs, carefully wiping up some his cum and rubbing it between your fingers with your own smirk.

“I hear you loud and clear..”

“Puddin’!” You both hear from the other room, causing your heads to immediately snap towards the door. “Ya boys are here!”

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[Requested by Anon: I really hope you like it, i am so sorry it took so long. But here it is, i put a lot of my heart into this one.]

Originally posted by gifssake

It felt like the silk sheets below you were stuck to every inch of your skin. Your body slick from your own sweat.
You were neither warm nor cold maybe somewhere in between.
The room itself had to be on fire. There was no way it was this warm; wait, was the room supposed to be spinning? Well it was.

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anonymous asked:

Why DCEU Bruceman be playing with our homeboy Arthur? Do you know what he can do to him? For all his wealth, he can make his shower run ONLY cold water. That's true torture AND passive aggressiveness at its finest in Gotham's winter months. Bet he's regretting those fish comments now.

no. this is batman. he probably showers in sub-zero/icicle or whatever temperatures to always keep on his toes and have his muscles at the ready or some other far east secret sayan technique a monk with five nipples taught him. so arthur? arthur willl make the water run lukewarm. just the right temperature. the kind of shower that makes you wanna melt into a puddle of warm cocoa and marshmallows. that makes you not wanna get out until it’s absolutely necessary. what’s bruce Batman wayne gonna do then? when all his hard training will slowly, day by day, be stripped away because aquaman’s forcing him to have humane showers?

that, my friend, is true passive-aggressiveness

anonymous asked:

what if jason didn't die & grew up to be the second wayne boy/prince of gotham that the press is all over. one day the paparazzi catch him out w/ a very tiny, sweet, nerd child tim who's got hearing aids & large glasses & suddenly the city is shipping the handsome Jason Todd-Wayne & this random cutie patootie that there are only so many pictures of. just imagine... the fanart that comes from gotham's finest artists & back in his home tim's poor soul is freaking out

wait is jason still robin/red hood in this one because that might make this so much more terrible/adorable

Okay but what if it’s just a COMPLETE ACCIDENT like they literally just run into each other on the streets or Tim isn’t hearing a car coming as he’s crossing the street because he lost/broke his hear aids and Jason’s like JESUS FUCK WHAT ARE YOU DOING WATCH OUT and saves him and like Tim can barely hear him and Jason’s sort of lecturing him while holding him way too close and the paparazzi are going CRAZY with the cameras until Tim can break away and then later on he starts reading all these gossip articles and his picture is all over the place with the Second Wayne Heir and Tim is like WHAT IS THIS WHAT IS HAPPENING WHAT IS GOING ON and people start following him, asking him questions about his ‘relationship’ with Jason Wayne when Tim literally has never said a word to this guy, but now their worlds keep colliding and Jason’s both embarrassed and also like ‘I mean at least he’s CUTE right???’ and Tim is just tired and wants to stay in bed all day and never see another camera lens in his life H E L P

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