" ― any philosophy, you'll corrupt. you'll stitch together any lie and tale, so long as it means you can kill in the name of something bigger than yourself. from what i've heard... you don't want a father. you want a GOD. "

[ mostly headcanon based portrayal of BARTON MATHIS, or THE DOLLMAKER from dc comics' new 52 run. private and semi-literate, as well as literate. written by autumn! the mun is 24, uses she/her pronouns and this account is 18+. mature themes such as serial killings, medical experimentation and malpractice, heavy violence, etc. will be featured on this account so please keep that in mind before deciding to interact. ]

a study in the themes of manipulation, loneliness as a destructive force, the dangers of ideology and the problem with establishing something as true, revenge, fatherhood, and the complexity of human relationships.

| CARRD | PROMPTS. | HEADCANONS. | CHARACTER STUDIES. |

'breeding kink' prompts.

barton would like to say something like 'who knew witnessing lestat killing someone in front of him would make him almost deliriously horny,' but if he were being honest? he could believe and understand why that type of behavior would rise in him. just the feeling of blood being flung on his face alone was enough to make barton's bloodstream begin to surge with adrenaline, after all, and watching lestat eat from the man near them like a starving animal was the icing on top of the cake; for whenever the man flopped down to the ground like a ragdoll afterwards was when the doctor felt a dangerous kind of attraction stir around in his belly. and before long, barton was pouncing on the other much like a predator animal would to his prey himself, but he soon solidified that they were equals. this was by only having a loose grip on the other and telling lestat that witnessing him hunt was like tracking a tiger with a camera while they made a fateful encounter with a gazelle...

its a scary thing to be under the impression that you were just going to have a nice date with a nice man one day, only for your world to be flipped upside down, and not even being able to do anything about it — but barton liked feeling like a god, and having control over whether someone lived or died, so here the man was: operating in the most well-known 'hideout' of his on a man he'd just met that night. or rather, someone he pretended to have only met then, because the dollmaker had been stalking him for a while in reality. it was usually transients, or people who were vacationing or visiting gotham for one reason or another, that barton targeted because they wouldn't be missed immediately; and he knew the family of the people would usually be at a huge disadvantage to try to do anything about their disappearance once it was noticed. if it was, that is.

a lot of their families were halfway across the world, and maksim's family was no exception, as he was all the way from russia visiting gotham for work (supposedly). after weeks of following the man around after finding out about him, the dollmaker had put on his best performance of 'mustering up' the courage to ask the other man out and for a while there, maksim was having a lot of fun just talking as well as dining out with barton. but it was whenever barton began to walk him over to where his motorcycle was after inviting maksim to do something else with him because he quote unquote 'didn't want the night to end' that disaster struck. suddenly, the russian man was being injected with something in the side of his neck, and he fell unconscious within just a few minutes of barton escorting him to his motorcycle to hold onto him with his arms wrapped around his middle.

now, the man was reduced to just a beeping on a monitor for the dollmaker as he kept maksim asleep throughout him taking out one kidney, then two to put on ice. it was whenever barton began reaching into his body for his liver that he turned off the sound for the monitor because he knew that maksim would be crashing likely within moments just from the shock of not having either kidney subsequently. and this was pure, unbridled evil. the dollmaker didn't know exactly when dr. rosen joined him in that hideout because truthfully, she had seemed to have stepped out of a closet somewhere or something judging by how she entered the operating room through the side. but what barton cared about most was making sure that she wasn't there to try to stop him, though maksim was already frankly a lost cause to him, as he placed a spare surgical drape over the man's face before crossing over to stand in front of the body.

being behind maksim did seem to be a bad idea as he rested a hand on the surgical table, the other grasping a scalpel hidden up and under his sleeve partially whilst he examined dr. rosen. miriel. ❝ you know, you're a long ways away from actually being in proper gotham, dr. rosen. were you waiting on me to come back here like a snake lies in wait for their next prey? or, did you come here for some other reason? i've had people that were more or less morally questionable come by to visit because they wanted an organ for themselves or someone they loved before out of desperation. and i've also had people come to me in exchange for information they might not be able to get from anyone else, though i'm no information broker and i would most certainly prefer medical supplies as payment for that kind of deal. ❞ the dollmaker tilted his head at miriel, looking at the monitor showcasing maksim's vitals only to see that he had indeed flatlined.

hello, anon — thanks for the suggestion, as i know that you were trying to be genuinely helpful here, but admittedly... no fast food places near me are hiring because trust me, if they were, then i would've applied to them already. but UHHH, yeah, people seem to be holding onto their jobs extra hard right now and are not quitting because of how rough the market is rn + once again, i knowww that you are likely just trying to be helpful anon, but i have applied to places like panera, a cookie place near me, and even applied to IHOP + several other food places and UHHH. yeah, mostly no response. so things aren't as easy as simply applying for these jobs and hearing back from them immediately like 7 times out of ten.