#foxwriting

The note was stuck to the refrigerator with a crow magnet. In plain view, right at eye level to you. He thought about how and when you would see it. It's written on slightly rumpled notebook paper with his loose cursive barely hanging on the lines.

Good morning dearest,

Work called me away in a rather sudden way. It's very early. I don't want to wake you up. Seeing you curled up next to me, hands reaching out to me... It's why I'm writing this. To see you feel safe next to me, to know you trust me so implicitly, is almost an addiction in itself. I know the man I am.

As I dress in this mask, I become the nightmares under the bed of all Gothamites. Menaced to the point of insanity. I have caused irreparable damage in the name of psychological interests.

Even as it is my interest, you know the roots grow deep within my soul to why. My own personal haunted house that sits within my chest. It carries with it a darkness I cannot deny- in which you single-handedly manage to soothe. You remain kind and trusting.

I feel your faith in me, and it pulls at those dark roots. What once was the barren lands of my heart now sees sunlight. With your smile, your laughter and, yes, even your terrible puns- I can move toward the light.

All this to say I'll hurry back to you. I'm wise enough to know a grand thing when I have it. I move towards you and feel the warmth of your heart, always.

Love,

It was meant to be a Valentine's Day to remember. Delicious bon-bons hand delivered to a little underground club known for hosting illicit and lascivious events for Gotham's perverse elite. And while they devoured and took more in their greedy little hands- they had no idea that they were made in the facility of the Scarecrow. Crane had drizzled the chocolate on himself.

It covered the fear-toxin laced buttercream filling he had oh-so delicately developed for just the occasion.

And oh- how he hid himself and watched as other delicacies were replaced with offal-themed offerings. Pig and chicken hearts, primarily. The smaller of the two served with a delightful toothpick garnish resembling an arrow. He enjoyed a couple himself "backstage" as his burly followers did the hard work. It wouldn't be long...

The 911 calls were delicious to listen to. Shrill screams mixed with orgasmic groans as lust, romance and the carnality of feral violence came to it's peak.

...It was simply too bad Batman had been closer than the police and came to crash the party. Right as the Scarecrow had made his grand entrance, too. What he hadn't realized was there was another actor in the play, just waiting in the wings. A person who kept themselves moving among the bodies and not touching the food. They were good at that, hiding in plain sight.

It was what made them good at their own villain game. It's what had kept them under the radar from Batman for a while. Sure, were they smaller time? It suited them fine. All that was going to change, however, as they used the leverage of their mostly-unknown nature to bash Batman directly along the base of the back of his skull where the neck vertebrae met. A cane a guest had brought for good old-fashioned impact play came in handy.

It was just enough of a daze for them to topple the hero over and gain advantage in the fight. A little luck, a lot of skill and the Batman was out of commission long enough for a rapid escape by any responsible parties. Crane had watched with a mirthful glee at the display. Better than his goons. Smart. Unfazed by the gore splattered across the floor and walls from the nights antics.

And here all he thought he'd be going back with was research and a couple rich people's wallets. Instead he felt his heart racing and his breathing quicken as he strode through the room. His gloved hand wrapped around the jaw of this newer villain, inspecting them back and forth. Good looking. Good pulse thrumming across his fingers.

"And just who might you be? A fan?" He cackles, "No, your little costume isn't for BDSM, is it? I have to give you it's... creative."

They quipped, "Because the burlap mask and a suit is what all of Gotham's rogues are wearing."

"I'll have you know, this is the latest in fashion in my field." The Scarecrow responded with a sarcastic hand flourish. They had a sense of humor, too. He liked a little bite.

Batman groaned on the floor. Right. Him. Time to move this to a private venue. With that thought in mind, Jonathan took his new companion's hand into his while tossing a few smoking goodies behind him. He took a swift pace that evolved to running, helping them get to the back of a motorcycle for a quick getaway.

He'd learned a few things with his current crew that he ran with. While he wasn't an excellent bike driver, he could make do. A thrill passed through him as the other villain gripped tightly around his waist. A few miles into less than savory parts of Gotham and he signaled to the men to keep going. He, however, slowed to a crawl before clicking the kick stand with his heel.

"May I...?" He offered a hand to assist his companion down. It was almost gentlemanly.

The villain looked about, noting the lack of other people, "Is this where you kill me, after getting you out of that?"

"Please." He rolled his eyes behind the mask with a laugh, "I would have killed you back there if that was my intention. You're cute... But- Not quite cute enough to let into my base just yet. You understand. Privacy." His nose scrunched as he thought of leaving. He didn't want to. Truthfully, if it wasn't for his plans and plots, he'd incorporate them immediately into his day to day.

"So this is my stop."

"This... is your stop." It tasted bitter on his tongue. Valentine's Day and he meets the perfect date- "Oh. Silly me. I didn't give you your present."

"What-"

"No, no no- I got this." Going to the sleeve of his suit jacket, Jonathan Crane pulled off one of his cuff links. It was a golden brass, in the shape of a glass vial with a skull emblazoned on it. Poison.

As he gets back on the motorcycle, he tosses the prize to his new lover, "Happy Valentine's Day. And don't you worry, sweets. You'll hear from me, real soon."

It was so simple to capture them under her gaze. They'd been polite, listless, giving far too much information that indicated people would have a harder time finding them if they went missing. If they'd been someone awful, Pamela would have had a very different fate for them in mind. No, instead she pumped up the charm (read: pheromones) and kissed them first on the cheek- then on the lips and asked them to walk her home.

Harley had mixed feelings at the time. It felt wrong to keep this person underneath a drug-like haze just to clean the apartment! Pamela had to remind her it was also in the interest of science. She couldn't keep testing her lipsticks on Harley because if there's an adverse effect? Harley points out that this does nothing to argue the morality of the situation.

There was a certain cruelty in it at first. Seeing the fluttering of their eyelids when they were dosed- the weak way their hands came up to her arms as if to register what was happening as she kissed them. Her callous little whispers that there was nothing they could do to escape her. Smiling as her subject agreed even as their face displayed distress.

And one day something changed. From the outside, no one was sure what. The glazed over look in the person's eyes had faded. They laughed. They didn't speak in the stuttered monotone of a script. They seemed... comfortable and at ease. It would seem at some point the induced state was no longer needed for the subject to remain in their position. The first assumption was it turned into a kink scenario over time. Perhaps the lipstick had been perfected. Maybe Stockholm's.

Batman had to get involved. No one could blame him for the misunderstanding, really. Not with the way things had began. So when he'd broken in while the two villainous were out- He was surprised to find the supposed victim watching TV while pouring over paperwork. They had a home-made face mask on that Ivy created herself (no hypnotism involved!).

A conversation had occurred in a moment of lucidity. The lipstick was working but... perhaps it would be okay if they didn't need that to stick around? Harley begged in that sad puppy dog way. Pamela hesitantly agreed on conditions- mostly surrounding loyalty. True affection bloomed over time.

A brief test for Poison Ivy toxins and a signed document declaring that they were in fact here of their own free will... Batman told them he would be watching and gave a warning not to get involved in their criminal activities. As far as he could tell, the former test subject had been completely in sound mind and they recognized that, while the original situation was... very illegal, it was water under the bridge.

He gave them his card in case.

Harleen gave a sad smile at it. It was good the bat was lookin' out. Just in case. It was good someone was concerned about you, sugarpop. Shows even more people care! Say... Why doesn't she show you right now how much she cares...?

Poison Ivy comes back to giggling and her endearing partners cuddling in bed. The former test subject was almost dizzy and covered in red and black lipstick marks. She scoffed- the point of the mask had been for cleansing pores and now they were going to be caked in makeup. Good job, Harley.

"Aw, be quiet and get in here!" is all Harley can say before Pamela sheds her outerwear to slink comfortably beside the subject. Her hand in their hair as she adds to the lipstick marks. She doesn't know why yet, but she recognizes when her darling little "thrall" deserves their payment.

Gotham

Needs to be in a long-term (5+ years at least) relationship and preferably married. A specific, incredibly high amount of money in the bank for them and for you if anything happens. It's rather like a laundry list of both big and small criteria that has to be met before the baby process can start. He insists it's absolutely for the baby and not just because he's a little... anxious.

Truthfully, he does want a baby with you. The idea of his genius mixed with all the things he adores about you? You couldn't make a more perfect person if you tried! That's the appeal for him. It's just. Well. You know his issues at this point. Not to mention the people who want to kill him at any time in the week. Those are things to worry about and have plan b, c AND d, in the off chance things go a little sideways. But he will! Because yes, he wants a family with you.

He's so incredibly awkward as a dad at first. The baby and toddler ages are the easy part for him. You take care of their basic needs and educate them in languages and colors. Edward has several very large piles of flashcards he's made to be optimal in teaching a child how to learn. Pre-teen to teen? Ehhhh- Eventually he realizes this is where he gets to share his incredibly macabre interests and hobbies with them. Whether or not YOU like this is a very different topic but hey uh. Hope you don't mind discussions about how the extracurricular necropsy on a fetal pig went at the dinner table.

His issue is that he puts the tiny human you two have made on a pretty intense pedestal. Really, it's because he would move the earth and stars for them. They're just so intelligent. So beautiful. So perfect at every little thing they do- to the point that they very likely will develop anxiety of not meeting those standards even when he's not pushing them. Whoops!

60s

The only one who actively was planning on having a baby with you start to finish, possibly before it even entered your head! Maybe some of it is the time he grew up in. Perhaps it's because he doesn't have the level of father-related trauma some of the other riddlers have... For him, a family with a baby just makes sense! And... well. The two of you certainly are your own little family now, aren't you?

He would have to think about retirement.

That might make you pause. He'll simply shrug. What? He can't be there as a father if he's constantly getting arrested and thrown in Gotham jail, can he? It's not an easy decision to make, no but... He wasn't planning on still asking Batman riddles when he's old and gray anyway. He'll still get up to antics... just... different ones.

Once everything is settled and he gets to be a Dad with a totally legitimate riddle-based business that does NOT con people out of their money and is completely above board, it's great. He is the best dad. The circus, the movie theater, make believe tea parties? He is IN IT- Why, yes, dear, he will take two sugars- The most appealing thing to him is watching the wonder that glances over his child's eyes as he gets to do fun things in the world with them.

Sometimes he's a bit too playful and not serious enough. He's not avoiding discipline or anything like that. But sometimes a child needs the guy who goes to PTA meetings and is seen as a real adult by their peers. It's a little hard to get taken seriously in those instances when you used to run around in spandex and your attitude is about the same.

Bonus: When they're an infant, he does a low crooning while rocking them that makes your heart melt.

Capullo

Says no outright. No. N-O- What are babies? Little parasites that either grow inside of you or someone else for nine months and then you're the one responsible for them until they're legally an adult! They puke on you, urinate and defecate on you and you get NO sleep- When you point out he doesn't get sleep anyways with how he works, he huffs that it's not the POINT.

Either A) Accidental pregnancy or child from another relationship or B) It would have to be something his partner has been dreaming of. Something with a lot of discussion on the pros and cons. His past trauma, for one. But it's important to you so- he uses this as an in for extra instances of unprotected sex... even if that's not how the baby is getting here. Can you blame him? If there was ever a time for a kink like that, now would be it.

He insists there is no appeal of a child for reasons stated previously. The real appeal for him ends up being the genuine warmth and love. He will act INCREDIBLY put out the first time they get sick and only want to lay on him. Disgusting. But he has an arm around them as he holds them to his body and refuses to hand them off as the family goes to the doctor. They chose him to hug when they felt poorly. That means something. Absolutely is the dad that gets his panties in a twist when they're kid isn't feeling like a hug.

His biggest problem is that he can be such an insufferable twit and he doesn't know how to turn it off. He's a narcissist with an ego. He says things that are callous and hurtful even when he doesn't mean it. Sometimes his child will wonder if he even likes them which ends up in a HUGE blowout fight at some point that you have to step back and let Edward hash it out with the kid. Lots of tears from the child and him holding them in a vice-grip as he tells them over and over how much he loves them.

BTAS

He's surprisingly neutral about the whole thing. If you'd never had children, he would be absolutely fine. Now that you've mentioned it... Hm. An offspring would certainly be one way to impart his legacy onto the world. One that he wouldn't allow to be marred like others he tried to make for himself. In his mind this is the big "thing" of having a child, but in the sense that he wants them to be well-off in their own way and not like a nepotism baby or a child you have for the sake of a name/having one.

He wants everything to be built and child-proofed before a baby is brought into the home/world. He has far too much work that is either very important or too dangerous for a little one to have access to. Plus he can certainly build things better than half the devices on the market and make them safe to his specifications, like a cradle with a solid base but the bed does a soft swaying that can also be turned off. Also plays ocean sounds.

He loves building things for the child and tinkering with them at his side as they get older. Who needs STEM summer camp with him around? This kid is going to know programming and hardware backwards and forwards by the time they get to high school. The amount of scholarships alone they're going to get is so obscene they could go to any college in the country or even internationally should they so choose.

Honestly? He doesn't really have one specific thing that's a problem with him as a father. Sometimes his expectations are too intense and he would be pretty upset if his child ended up going onto a life path he didn't think was good enough for them. Sometimes his words are too biting and he can be incredibly condescending. He lets his goons handle schoolyard bullies in an incredibly disproportional way...

Telltale games

I actually have had a whole ask based on how he would react if a reader told him they were pregnant! Accidental pregnancy or child from a previous relationship would likely be the only ways he'd actively agree to having a child given his age and trust issues. It takes him time to come around.

His way of "agreeing" to have a child as mentioned in the previous ask is that he becomes really controlling about everything. The house (yes, the house) is in both of your names as is a special banking account. A safety deposit box with documents clearing you of any and all involvement in his endeavors as well as enough blackmail to buy you a get out of jail free card should you ever need it. You don't get a say in any of it, just a key and a listed regiment.

The appeal of a child ultimately is it gives him a sense of normalcy that he feels was otherwise robbed from him. Sure, he was already going down a path that kept him away from that before but... He doesn't mind the 2am feedings with a baby warm and babbling on his chest. Kissing their forehead and sighing in that new baby smell. Later on, he gets to cook family dinners and tell someone to do their homework. He gets to read bed time stories.

His biggest fault is that he's the most paranoid man you've ever met. Granted, he has reason to be. His child knows how to use a panic room with a special code. There will be multiple instances where you're going to have to tell him that moving isn't necessary, you aren't being stalked by any faceless corporate entities. The person he threatened to stay away from the baby was the mailman. It was actually the fifth mailman he's scared away, they've now stopped sending them. If it wasn't for you, that kid is going to end up a ball of neurotic anxiety.

Arkham games

"Only if you're doing the primary care taking and it doesn't get in the way-" Is what he says. Honestly, it's more of a dry joke but when you agree, he's stopped what he's doing, pulled his goggles off and is giving you The Look. It's a look you're familiar with. The one that implies you've had a sudden lobotomy or other mental incapacitation. "You can't be serious."

When you explain that you are, in fact, serious, he calls you an idiot. Why would you want a child with him of all people? and then to say you'd take care of it alone... as if he'd allow that sincerely. When you mention his good traits and butter him up a little? eh... okay. PERHAPS... he could see why you would choose him as the ideal mate for offspring- even if they come "store-bought." If you do adopt, you have to tell him that's not a funny joke to say in front of people.

It doesn't really have an appeal, in his mind. It's a child, you raise it and maybe hope it doesn't come to hate you. in truth, most of his rewarding moments with his child is cutting off the cycle of abuse he was raised with. Seeing them smile for him and ask for help with their homework. To come to him with their troubles, even when they've made a mistake. They seek his affection without fear of his hands. Getting to help them win first place in the science fair. It's not cheating if they did most of the work he just... helped with the blue prints!

The explosive fury is the part he struggles with the most as a father- the gut reactions and instincts that had been beaten into him. He ends up learning that when he feels that anger surging up inside of him, he needs to leave the room. His voice rises and he stops- Gets up and leaves to cool off. He and his partner would have to have a long child-friendly conversation about it with their child at some point. That it's not them it's... a lot of things that happened when Dad was a kid. Plus.... sometimes he might let them think cheating is ok.

Batman 2022/Nashton

You are presented with a monologue of why you shouldn't have a kid, actually. His absolutely HORRENDOUS experience with other children growing up in an orphanage, everything from them bullying him in fucked up ways most people would never understand to finding them dead in the winter. Do you know how expensive it is to have a baby? He does, crunching numbers used to be all he did! Oh, oh!! and not to mention!! how he did an act of domestic terrorism and is still really fucked up as a human being and destroys EVERYTHING he touches!!!

He would need so much reassurance that he is not going to fuck anything up. That he's going to be able to care for this child and that you'll do it together as a team. That the reason you even want a baby is because you love him and want to see his good traits passed on into the world. Similarly to Capullo, ironically enough... Nashton does take his acceptance of this to a specific physical degree verging on nasty dog. Lets just say Edward is very determined for you to get that baby.

His appeal of having a baby is the same as Telltale which is the feeling of normalcy- with a variation that's him getting to experience normal childhood through his own kid. Trippy. Getting excited about their first word or first steps instead of it going completely unnoticed. Things like watching a scary movie with them and they ask to sleep with the two of you. There are a startling amount of moments where he realizes a bunch of these nice good things are average parts of being a kid and getting really emotional about them.

Can you say "helicopter parent"? Doesn't want them to leave his sight, ever. Doesn't sleep well for the first two weeks because he wants to stand there and just. Watch the baby breath and sleep because he's terrified of SIDS. He's practically going to stalk his own child. As they get to school age, he's going to have a tracker on their phone and in their backpack. A conversation will have to happen about it at some point and no one is going to be happy about it...

BTAA

Here's a moment of my personal, totally not canon hcs about BTAA riddler's childhood: grew up with practically nothing, a mom constantly working for the fact his bum dad wouldn't get any real work. What dad would do was cons. Clever, but not the most intelligent or complex gimmicks that would sucker people into handing over their money. Edward spent a lot of time reading books or watching documentaries. It was all their old TV would really play. PBS-type channels. His more distinct memories of his mother were the sculptures she would make at the Gotham Community Center in her spare time which is lowkey why he's obsessed with being an "artiste" of crime.

WHICH BRINGS US TO- HE'S TOO BUSY TO HAVE A KID- That's what he tells you. He's an artist! He has to impress and educate the masses of Gotham and you expect him to put all that on HOLD for a CHILD? The whole world is melting and you want to bring a kid into that? You want to hand him a kid to entertain for a couple of hours, hype up on sugar and give back? That's fine! A spawn of his own, though?

"But Eddie..." And he's glancing at you with a scowl. If the baby is already a situation that is happening like custody being passed over or the like... EUGH. He's going to throw such a fit about it but he can't really... He's not going to put you two on the streets for it. Miss Tuesday, overhearing this, states a reminder that she is not a babysitter and she will not change diapers. Riddler tells her to be quiet. Well he can figure this out. How hard can it be?

His "idea" of the appeal is to have a protege to mold in his image from the START. Truthfully, he gets a little bit of a dad bod during the baby phase and evolves as a person beyond his constant need for validation. Like, it's still there, but not as bad. Who cares if he doesn't have the biggest file in Batman's computer? His kid got all A's, won several competitions at school and is already hustling the morons in their class with overpriced candy. And he will commit to the bit to embarrass the shit out of them. Imagine John Leguizamo riddler car with the top down blasting "If I was a Rich Girl" by gwen stefani blasting while he wears his aviators kind of intentionally embarrassing. It's an art form.

The night had been shockingly quiet. Work for the two of you had thinned the last few days- Even as you thrived in the violence of Gotham, it was a welcome break. You'd asked him to meet you on the rooftop of your apartment complex. It was empty on a night like this. The only noise was the hum of the city below. A breeze licked at your cheeks as you leaned your body against the fence-like barrier surrounding the top. Your eyes closed to take in the sensation.

The smell of his cologne, mixed with gunpowder and god-knows-what-else, told you he was there before you opened your eyes again. He leaned next to you, looking down at the lights. He smiled as he looked you over.

Victor stretched, "Here I thought when you invited me over, it was for the sheets tango."

"As tempting as that is... I was looking for a change of pace." You gave him a look, then thought on it, "...Is that alright?"

"I get to just talk and spend time with my favorite person?" Victor seemed to think on it for a moment, "Yeah, I guess."

"I'm your favorite?" You asked incredulously.

He snorted, "What, you thought it was Oswald? You're... You know the guns I like. The foods I like to eat. We watch movies on my couch, even when you hate them. I've held your hair back when you puked that one time-"

"I got food poisoning-" You interrupted.

"Yeah. And I did it." He pointed out. Now he was the one giving you a look. As if it was just so obvious.

There was a compulsive grin that crept on your face despite trying to keep your poker face, "You did."

You'd been sick as a dog, cancelling your date late minute when you couldn't leave the bathroom. Victor had come by anyways. He practically pushed himself in despite your pleas of the house being dirty and you feeling disgusting. For hours, he sat by you, telling you about himself, his scars, his latest job as you shuddered under a blanket. None of it seemed to phase him.

It was the first time he'd seen you vulnerable.

"I think you've always been my favorite." He said softly. If you asked him to delve further, you were certain you'd just get a vague answer. Better to let it sit.

"Maybe after then- I think that was when I started to really like you." You were honest. Who wouldn't like a person who did that for them?

"...You're cute." Victor said in a teasing tone.

You couldn't help how your eyes rolled. There was something about the way he spoke to you. It was completely genuine, there was no doubt about it. Lines you may have heard from others trying to get on your good side dozens of times- He meant them. Just as the scars on his body spoke of who he was, he laid himself bare for you to see.

A car honking below broke your focus. The lights of nearby Wayne Tower glittered in the night sky like the stars themselves.

"It's nice up here." He murmurs, "You see everything."

"I always liked the view from rooftops for that reason." Your voice was monotone, relaxed and not masking, "It's like the whole world is at your feet. All their lives, not knowing what's coming next."

There was a pause between the two of you. You bundled your coat closer to your skin as your eyes flicked to him. He stared, taking in your features.

"What?" A heat climbed up your neck.

He scooted his body closer to yours, "...I love you, you know that?"

It caught you off guard. You made an utterance, but it wasn't a word that actually came out. Your mouth closed. There were feelings of love and affection between the two of you in the time you'd been dating. And yet, this was the first time either of you had verbalized it out loud.

It made you feel... something.

"You know what that means, right?" You asked. That familiar sense of wariness and paranoia dug into your stomach. It didn't show on your face.

He sighs, wrapping an arm around you, "That I want you to love me." He said it quietly, as if it was a secret just between the two of you.

Even as the words he wanted burned on your tongue, you spoke on, "People will try to use us against one another. If they trap one of us, will the other crumble? We become an even bigger target for the up and coming in this city." No one is immune from getting caught. Even as good as they are.

His expression is difficult to read, "Then we kill anyone who tries. Everyone down there... if it meant all of them had to be gone just for you and me..." He shrugs.

It was strange sometimes, how he could say something so intense in such a matter of fact tone. Victor wrapped an arm around you as he sensed your hesitation.

You felt your shoulders relax, "...I love you, too."

Softly, you curved into his touch and kissed his cheek. A smile played on your face, small but genuine. People on the outside could see everything else. The fashion, the blood, the sexual tension- These moments were yours. In some ways it made your coupling stronger. It kept everyone else guessing and on the edge.

Victor knew you were right. You typically were about these sort of things. But the two of you were going to take it head on. Mercy on anyone who tried to get between.

Conversations lingered and lasted until the sun began to peak over the horizon. You offered to make Victor breakfast before collapsing into your bed to sleep.

Riddler

There's a slight bristle that dissolves into a relaxed putty when he recognizes the feel of you. It's strange how much you can dislike being touched but that certain person just... it's different for them. They make you feel safe and the touch doesn't feel awful like with everyone else- He's likely doing some light tinkering at his desk. His screwdriver drops on the wood surface and he asks just what you think you're up to. He's craning his neck to kiss you wherever he can.

Penguin

His stout figure is soft as your hands gently squeeze him in a hug. Depending on what he's doing, you'll hear Oswald make a very undignified squawk. You can't startle a man who could tear your throat out like that, love! It's like you want to be in his claws... A dark chuckle that vibrates in his throat. Come here, little fish, and let him take a taste-

Mad Hatter

A delighted cackling giggle- He's a wiggly one, for sure. Within moments, he's turned himself around and is wrapping his arms around YOU. There is a fair chance he may even lift you a few inches off the ground in excitement for a moment. Not for long- he's not the most physically gifted. Let him kiss you, he's missed you awfully! Even when you tell him it's only been ten minutes, he shrugs it off as the sentiment still stands.

Scarecrow

Freezes for just a second. It's not a full-on flinch but he's not expecting it. He's not the most physically affectionate to begin with, so your little touches are always a bit of a surprise. A hum, "What if I had been dealing with something dangerous?" You reply that baking cookies is not dangerous. He stirs, "I could have tainted this entire batch with fear toxin." With no mask or PPE? you reply. Jonathan merely stops what he's doing to wrap an arm over you and kiss your forehead. His clever, affectionate thing.

Music Meister

He jumps about a foot into the air because he was lost in his own little musical world. He was composing! Then he realizes it's your hands and just what you're doing. Oh, this man flushes like a ripe tomato, all the way up to the ears. Stammering before putting his hands over yours. Fingers lace and he takes a pause while sighing. If he could just stay in this moment forever, he'd be so happy.

Victor Zsasz

Heard you coming from a mile away. It's in his nature and the survival skills he's learned along the way in his "career." Still has a little laugh about it when he feels you wrap your arms tighter. Oh no, you caught him. Whatever will he do? He puts his hands up as if in surrender. If you get too cocky or smug about it, he won't hesitate to twist you around and pin you to the same counter he was just working on. If it was more of a loving gesture, he'll joke that your hands are now forfeit unless you can pay up in kisses.

Killer Croc

Waylon is a huge man. You trying to put your arms around him is actually a feat. He figured it out but honestly? It's cute seeing you want more of him and trying harder. You'll eventually hear him laugh asking, "Need some help?" He can't help he's got so much beef! Everyone is small next to him, it's not you. C'mon, let him finish cooking what's on the stove and he can show you a real bear hug. Warning: He will probably pick you up as well.

Harley Quinn

If she's really focused, she'll actually wince and even tense up out of old habits. It's not you- Defense mechanisms. But then she'll realize it's you and giggle, "Whatcha doin', lovebug?" before craning her neck to kiss you. If it's clothes, she's dropping them- If it's dishes, you're getting splashed with water. A mess can be cleaned but she never wants to miss a kiss with you!

Poison Ivy

As you reach towards her, the leaves growing from her scalp react to your presence before she does. They shift ever so slightly, as if reaching back. A pleasant little hum when your arms go over her waist. She doesn't stop what she's doing, but you can feel her perk up under your touch. A smile plays on her face as she waits for just what you'll do next.

Two-Face

Honestly? It depends on how the control center is doing i.e. Harvey and Harv's brain. If it's the two of them congruous, you'll hear a chuckle and they'll put their head to your shoulder to kiss your cheek. Harvey is the one who move to hold your hands and savor the moment. It lasts a touch too long, but he'll drop what he's doing for you. Harv, if they're in the middle of something, tells you outright to wait a minute. He'll sound irritated, but really it's just because he wants to give you his full attention.

Black Mask

Hand brushes the gun on his waist until he realizes it's you. What the fuck are you doing, huh? Ah. Sorry about that, he was focused. Say, you in a kind of mood? He's so quick to turn on the minimal amount of charm he really has to turn the situation. Let him show you how sweet he can be instead.

Mr. Freeze

You do actually have to be careful doing this because if his suit is at max levels, your hand could stick slightly due to the cold. Still freezing metal. If it's his inner suit, you could give him a jolt doing a full on hug and hold, if only because you're so warm. His coolant hisses and the glass of his helmet fogs up. "That was... worth it." He says softly.

Ra's al-Ghul

Doesn't react at first, as he was meditating. The man is so very still you can feel his breathing sync with yours. His heartbeat thrums under your fingers. It's relaxing, the spell unbroken until you lay a kiss on his temple. He then smiles, turning around to take your hands in his. Come, love, let us go for a walk and talk about the day.

Bane

Killer Croc

THE PROBLEM IS... He is also very hesitant to initiate at first because of how he looks. Genuinely, he's so into you, he would consider just taking care of himself when needed to not put you out. He would take the romantic relationship over a sexual. Even with his more... carnal, animal tendencies.

There's a slim possibility he could even interpret your hesitation as not wanting that from him. It would get to the point that if you did ask, he'd insist you don't have to if you don't want to. He gets it.

Once you explain, however, he feels kind of silly about it? Not that you're silly or your concerns are silly, but that it was really just you trying to be nice vs. anything about himself. He might even joke "Because of course it had to be all about me, huh, sha?"

Tell him in the future. If he's not in the mood, he'll just tell you. The chances of that are fairly slim, though. Unless something is actually going on, he's more than happy to indulge in that wild side. Wanna go for a ride? He's not gonna complain about seeing you bounce on his cock.

Bane

He himself is fairly mindful (or at least tries to be) of things like this, so he understands. Everyone has needs and these needs should be fulfilled when possible- Whether with a partner or on their own. Plus, he'll make it clear there will be times he's not around. Whether because he's been incarcerated or his has business in other places too dangerous for you to attend...

It isn't something he would like per say or want, but he would be okay if you sought out those needs safely with a third party- Is that what this is about? He wants to be very clear and understanding on all levels of your relationship. That's just the kind of partner he is.

If it really is just a matter of feeling like you're imposing on him, he'll let you know it's not a worry. Typically speaking, even if he's not really in the mood himself, he's more than pleased to help you out. Whether it's a spicy phone call when he's away or... a helping hand between your legs when you are together- He doesn't want you to feel as if you're a bother.

In moments where he's truly unavailable either emotionally or physically, he'll just tell you. You're both adults. While some might not be able to handle these conversations with grace, he is not one of those people.

Harley Quinn

Probably the most appreciative of the gesture. She is also usually dtf most of the time but when she's off, she is off and doesn't want to feel hounded. Not that you would do that, of course, but... It's very sweet you're considerate of that. She's certainly had her fair share of partners that have tried to push even after she said she wasn't in the mood.

She would be delighted to eliminate your fear of imposition by hitting on you at every possible opportunity. If she senses that she for some reason is getting too much, she'll try to pull back but considering everything that's happened in her life, she's not shy. She's going to encourage you to not be shy, either! Be comfortable. The two of you can get real snug as a bug in each other's skin.

I think she'd really get off on seeing how long she could make that libido last. She's got a collection of fun toys you can sit on, get plugged into, whatever your fancy- She'll mark how many times you've cum in lipstick on your thighs. Or maybe you can do the same to her. It's all in good fun.