#daily gothamite things

[imjusthereforbatfam]

Gotham City Courthouse? More like Madhouse 🤪⚖

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[lurkinglurkerwholurks]

Book recs: DC-specific

If I'm going to make official book recs specific to good dads and found family and all the things we love about BatFam, it makes sense to first start with actual DC things. I've talked about these books before, but here's another look at books I own and enjoy.

Anatomy of a Metahuman

This is a collection of scientific notations and hypotheses written by Bruce Wayne about various metahumans in his world, from Superman to Bane. It's intriguing, as grounded in real-world science as a thing like this can be, clever in its references to comic canon (which, in-text, is just "real life" for Bruce), and nails Bruce's voice.

I would not be surprised but would be delighted to learn that S.D. Perry and/or Matthew K. Manning wrote fic, because they get our boy's interiority so well.

The DC Book of Lists

This is maybe the least voicey of all the books on this list because there is not a narrative and therefore there is no point of view. This is the Guinness Book of World Records for comic geeks. It is an exhaustive compiling of DC across universes and story arcs and refresh after refresh. It makes me worry for the author's sanity, but in a mildly approving way.

My Buddy, Killer Croc

This book has my entire heart. It is a graphic novel for tweens about a Gothamite child who adores Killer Croc. Absolutely 100% hero worship of both Waylon James the wrestler and Killer Croc the rogue. Batman and Bruce Wayne both make appearances that are wonderful and in line with what I love about him/them, and Killer Croc is still a villain. He still causes harm, but he's also given depth and it's a thrill to experience him through the eyes of the one person in Gotham who stans him.

Wayne Family Adventures

Obviously I love the bindups of the Webtoon comic series. Books one and two are out now (November 2023) and books three and four are on their way. If you are somehow unfamiliar with the series, WFA shows the daily life shenanigans in the DC universe, largely centered on the Manor and Gotham but sometimes branching further afield. All your faves make an appearance and so many of the storylines feel so freshly plucked from fanfic tropes that I feel Seen.

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There are other books out there that I want to try or that I have tried and don't feel strongly enough about to recommend, but if you enjoy the kinds of fanfic I also like and want to try DC-approved published works with those same vibes, start with these.

#book recs #dc universe #batfam #batman

[bruciemilf]

i have a no capes au stuck in my head

clark kent goes to gotham to interview battinson and half way thru realizes that battinson never really had a chance to actually live, to enjoy life, so instead he decides to go sightseeing with battinson for the rest of the day they're together.

im talking trying out the best hotdog places, going bowling, ice skating and rock climbing, having dinner at 3pm and if any paparazzi comes over to try anything, clark will give them the scariest fricking glare. the day ends with them sitting on a rooftop, staring at the beautiful sunset.

bruce finally gets to see the beautiful part of gotham, that gotham isn't all guns and violence. clark stays the night and in the morning, alfred and bruce are shocked to see breakfast already cooked (apple pie). after breakfast, clark goes "ready for sightseeing day two?"

NO CAPES AU MY BELOVED- Bruce is just... Incredibly nervous to meet Clark Kent, aka his favourite Daily Planet reporter; He's heard Clark rip into billionaires and pick his teeth with men like Bruce. Sure, - Bruce ACTUALLY puts his privilege to good use, but will that be enough?

That's how he ends up hiding under his desk with his security team and secretary trying to fish him out; I'd also love it if WE's security staff was made of like. Macho gym bros with valid energy.

" Come on, bro! He's not gonna be THAT bad."

" Dude, don't call Mr. Wayne " bro" , bro!"

" Nah bro, he likes it. Come on Bruce- Bro, I'll tell Rachel to bring you your anxiety meds. We got you, dude."

Bruce's secretary has no time for this foolishness and drags him to Clark by the ear. Bruce is naturally so shy and introverted, but Clark has all the patience in the world.

Everyone in Gotham already knows Bruce because that dork goes out with his kids ALL the time; I need Gothamites to hype him up so badly, especially the old ladies at food trucks and little restaurants.

" Did you know that little Brucie here used to volunteer at soup kitchens all the time with his folks? And now his rich butt does the same with his kids! You should write about that, cuz that Lex guy could learn a thing or two"

" Bruce here? Paid for that son of mine to go to college, - hell, 60% of kids can afford school cuz of him! Oh don't tell me to be quiet, I said what I said and said right!"

Bruce sports a permanent blush the whole time and Clark definetly wants to pet his hair. Give me Battinson marvelling at just how far Gotham improved with his help, thought.

It's still the same old heavy aired, monochromatic block of shadows, but during daylight? Bruce loves feeding the ducks by the park. " Evil. Evil creatures. Feed." While throwing food at them, and Clark has to struggle not to laugh sjsjs

Give me Bruce who stops mid date (is it a date, Clark wonders. He hopes it is.) To stop and say hi to garbage collectors (they're on first name basis, Clark notices) and off the clock sex workers who flirt just to send him in an embarrassed frenzy.

But everywhere they go, they all regard Clark with the same gaze. Take care of him, it reads. And yeah, Clark wants to say, that's all I really want to do

Clark NEEDS to get Bruce in Metropolis; Because he has the cosiest apartment if Bruce doesn't like being outside. With... Just as fun attractions...

#asks #superbat #battinson #clark kent #bruceclark #dc #dc comics #dc imagines #soft bruce wayne #bruce wayne #batman #text #text post #fluff

[golden-buddle]

Hey mutual, figure the third Omegaverse thing was startin to get long again lol. So I thought I'd respond here instead >:3 (Also have links to the previous ones for easy access lmao) 1_ 2_ 3_

You know what would be kind of adorable? If it was Tim who got all angry at the gossip magazines. Everyone else is used to it and finds it kind of funny after all, since as you said, people outside of Gotham don't know the nuances of Gothamite body language. But Tim has been slowly coaxed into acting like a pup, been reassured that him acting like that is okay and is perfectly natural. So seeing people trying to claim Bruce isn't a good caretaker in a way that straight up targets that behavior? Oh baby boi is going to throw a fit.

Also love the idea of even other Gothamites going, yeah, the bats are more than a little feral, even for us lol. They've seen it all from the gleeful murder-baby first Robin to the trying-to-bite-your-ears-off second Robin to gonna-jump-off-this-bridge-and-take-you-with-me Batgirl. To the big bat himself who will see what could account as a straight up mob worth of people and go yeah I can fight that, and actually does, and wins.

Like that's just utterly hilarious to me lol.

Actually, before I forget, I feel like Damian's and Tim's relationship would be better in this. Seeing as Damian is younger and both Tim and Dick are very familiar with being unfamiliar with pup behavior or being forced to try and stop doing it. Which thankfully it wasn't to the extent of Tim, but still. He's the itty bitty baby of the pack who doesn't want to let anyone go the moment he realizes they won't betray him. Similar to how Tim is once he finally realizes the Waynes won't leave him and actually want him to stay.

Also remind me to sketch out the different fangs when my hands aren't shaking lol

Oh Tim DEFINITELY rips into the gossip mags.

He may be a lil pup and semi-recently got placed with the Wayne Pack, but by GOD is he going to send some angry emails.

Honestly I can see him reaching out to the daily planet as ‘Bruce’ and setting up an interview to clear it all up.

But until that happens, Tim gets scruffed and brought into the nest SO often to calm him down.

Like. Calm down pup! You are TOO angy!

Speaking of Tim and Damian’s relationship- they have the best relationship by far in the Pack. Tim can and will throw down for his new little brother. And the brotherly instincts he never had before (and thusly never had to stifle before) doesn’t help either.

Dami is more or less constantly following either his Mum, Jason, or Tim.

If he has to, he’ll tag along with Dick and Alfred, but in order of his favorite pack members Tim is definitely up there with Jason and Bruce.

He can and will use the fact that he’s just an itty bitty pup and whine and whine to get carried around. He may be an independent pup, and he DOES like to wander around on his own, but he absolutely loves being engulfed by his packmate’s scents.

It’s so very different to when he first left the cloning pod and all he could smell was blood and sterile alcohols.

And finally for how Gotham views the Feral Bats??

It’s DEFINITELY like that. Gotham is in awe over their guardians (and I can’t help but see them putting the Batfamily up as embodiments of the city, Gothamites definitely definitely made shrines for the Batfamily that dot about the city)

The Agent, the one who walked the streets long before the Bat flew for the first time, who holds ears in the highest of places and knows far too much that he rarely shares with others. The one who was only connected to the bats far, far down the line.

The Motherly-Protective Bat who has claws like in the old days, who bares his fangs and rips into flesh with no hesitation to protect his city-pups and actual pups. Who dragged the first of the costumed rogues back to Arkham by sheer force and detective skills.

The First Robin who was gleefully blood thirsty, somehow the most animalistic of the pack as he chirped and trilled and danced in the air. Flying like his namesake as he bares his puppy fangs in a barely constrained aggressive smirk.

The Batgirl (Cuckoo) who nearly flew as well as the First Robin, the one who chirped and warbled and forced herself into the Bat’s nest and first showed the City what happened to those who hurts those the Bat holds dear and who showed what happened to who the Bat deems as unwelcome to his territory.

The Nightingale, the first of the robins to grow up, the one with fangs he never hid and a voice as sweet as his feathers. The one who talks as much as he growls, the one who shreds his enemies with enough cheer and electricity to drown a clown.

The Second Robin, (Cardinal, clad in blood reds and spiked feathers, somehow still in the familiar designs of the First Robin) the one taken far too soon who didn’t quite fly as he did glide. The one who hid in his mother’s cape, only leaving to fight and protect-protect-protect just like his mother. The one who showed what happened to those who ignore that they were chased out of the Bat’s territory.

The Third Robin (Crow, Clad in blacks and shiny feathers but still the familiar Robin design) The one who is too smart for his own good- the one who ended the grip that the Bat’s bloodstained claws held on the city. He clings to his mother, only leaving to find more of his pack.

The Forth Robin, (Starling, purples and blacks and shimmering feathers that seem to mirror your face back at you) The blending of Batgirl and Robin, the one who was dragged into the Bat Pack when Crow wandered too far from his mother and needed her help finding his way back to the nest. All the gracefulness of the Bats and the Aggressiveness of the Robins twirled into one sparkling purple attack.

The Cardinal, the second of the robins to grow up, the one who took the name that was whispered in the alleys as his own. Who came into the scene with a splash of blood as bright and soaking as his initial departure. Who’s eyes glow with Unseen bloodlust and protection that followed his mother’s steps.

#Omegaverse #alpha beta omega #A/B/O #i want you to know seeing you in my ask box instead of the other way around is hilarious #it’s like I walked into my kitchen and you’re there just making a smoothie #and when I ask what are you doing here #you just lift up the blender like #“’making a smoothie.’” #hilarious lmao #Post Writing Edit: I uh. #i got carried away into writing lmao #may not be an actual fic or ficlet but still-

[puppetmaster13u]

Slowly rotating combining my cryptid omegaverse Gotham (where they can swap and switch between secondary sexes and if you stay in Gotham long enough your scent starts to disappear as well) and my Dragon Curse Gotham (Originally a DP crossover but probably wouldn't for the main AU) prompts. Into its own Au.

Where Gotham can change into dragons, and it's like the One thing they all keep secret from Outsiders. Everyone has three forms depending on the secondary sex they are at the time, while children have a form similar to a parent just, more stone-colored for camouflage. If that makes sense.

So normally I'd make world-building from scratch but I'm not drawing dragons from scratch for this. Like three for each character ever? Ehhh, sorry not happening lol. So I'll probably use Flight Rising or something similar to come up with things to base their dragon forms off of.

Anyway if you're here, hope you don't mind ramblings lol.

Everyone in the world is either Alpha/Beta/Omega/Delta but Gotham is cryptid-like in that they can change their secondary sex at will

The longer ones family has been in Gotham the quicker while newcomers might take months for a single shift 

Newcomers’ scents will also begin to disappear like a delta’s but continue to have a 2nd sex

Secondary sexes are a mixture of body parts, scents, and aura, almost akin to psychic bubbles around someone that shows mood and other information 

Most second-sex puberties come in around the age of twelve, though the semi-sexual half doesn’t come in until the age of seventeen on average 

It’s a well-kept secret of Gotham having a more benevolent curse of people becoming dragons

The form is influenced by whatever secondary gender they are at the time

Unless they are children in which case their form is similar to whatever their parents’ might be, but a solid gray-black color that camouflages with the Gotham streets 

Gotham also has several animals & plants similarly mutated well, everything

Reality warping is also canonically an issue with an entire street disappearing every week & gravity around certain places being odd on certain days

So if You're a Gothamite you get to have a third dragon puberty where you start getting your adult forms and colors and all that stuff

Secondary sexes are a mixture of body parts, scents, and aura, almost akin to psychic bubbles around someone that shows mood and other information

The longer ones family has been in Gotham the quicker they can shift between genders while newcomers might take months for a single shift

Deltas are: People with no secondary sex, usually due to a medical condition that is usually hereditary, but can also happen from large damage to glands as a young child before presentation Unless you are a Gothamite, as every person who stays there for extended periods of time becomes scentless or a combination of scents/auras even if they’re another sex Children are sometimes wrongly referred to as Deltas even though the proper term is Unpresented 

So in other words, Gotham is Really Fucking Weird to the rest of the world. Some people might and probably would use it to transition though, also helped by the fact that there's so many scholarships in Gotham. I mean, look at how many of the rogues have PHDs.

Now the Delta thing is semi-important because for example Clark, as an alien, doesn't have a scent. Which mean he's very much Noticed the first time he's sent by Perry to Gotham. He's kind of confused as to why he's so welcomed compared to all the other Daily Planet reporters, but he's not complaining. And it gives him an excuse for his scent, as it is known that Gotham is in fact Like That when it comes to scent disappearing and other such things.

I would continue rambling but I need sleep at some point lmao Will definitely add more later tho

#batman au #batman #dc #dcu #prompts #omegaverse #alpha beta omega #cryptid gotham #Gotham is just Like That #Gotham Says Fuck Binaries lol #No clue what to call this au #Dragon Curse Au #Omegaverse Au #Gotham Hoard Au #Some prefer one gender but others freely swap #There are identity shenanigans galore with the batfam #remind me to elaborate later #cryptid batfam

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

Based on Yandere Nightwing x Yandere Reader Midnight Blurb, [Link Here]

During one of your daily activities, you and a few other passers-bys pared witness to a new vilian attack in the middle of the street. You didn't care if people were evacuating, your time was spent by quietly gushing one the most handsomely hero's you know. Your beloved Song Bird, Nightwing.

But a little pest was aiding him.

Some girl in a magician garb had ruined one of your most treasured times of the day with her unwanted presence.

Two against one, they easily managed to get that vilian away, but...

After a spell gone awry, Nightwing had been turned into...

A BUNNY?!

You wanted squeal at his adorable form, but you still had to deal with little-miss-attention-stealer.

So, while the girl was questioning the vilain. You, playing a good, stupid, sweet little gothamite. Take the helpless bunny to your shop. Saying you'll help him find his owner.

Which the Nightbunny didn't seem to mind.

Instead, he snuggled into your chest area as his furry little chest puffs up with pride. Showcasing the blue bird from his costume that had turned into fur.

When the two of you made it back to your shop, you set him down on the counter as you went into the breakroom area to look for any snacks.

But you find the small bun playfully running after you, jumping over your feet as you walk. You stop and look down at Nightwing. He stomps his feet, kicking his feet as he runs circles around you. It kinda looked like a little dance, you pick him up carefully and press and small tender kiss to his whiskers.

The moment ends as the girl magician runs into your shop. Her face full of fear as she gasps for air, clearly showing she had run here. You glare at her, but she said that she lost her "pet bunny" and was looking for him.

Saying she was SO glad you found him. While he tried to pull Nightwing from your arms. You frown, but let up, giving the magic user the hero that transformed into a rabbit.

"I'm glad I found him, poor thing, he got lost in all of that vilian chaos. As a pet owner, shouldn't you be more reasonable?"

You smile gleefully as her faced warmed up in embarrassment for being scolded while Nightbun held a look of amusement in his button eyes.

"If you need a sitter, stop by any time!" You call out as she and Nightbunny leave.

You ignore the ache in your heart as you wipe down the counter.

"Hey (Y/N)!" Dicks voice greeted you with the click of your shop door accompanying him. You fix your face as you greet him back with your customer service smile.

"Hi Dick," you say forgetting you mostly called him Richard.

"You finally said it!" "What?"

"You said my nickname," he winked at you with a cheeky smile you knew since the first day you saw him.

"Sorry, just a slip of the tongue." You mumble as Dick tries to keep your attention with a new topic.

"So.. How do you feel about animals, more specifically, bunnies?"

[Did you know that male bunnies court female bunnies by chasing them jumping over the other?]

#Bunnywing #yandere nightwing #yandere nightwing x reader #nightwing #nightwing x you #nightbun #yandere dick grayson #yandere dick grayson x reader #dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x you #dick grayson nightwing #nightwing x reader #nightwing x y/n #nightwing x villain reader #yandere reader #yandere reader insert #yandere batfamily #yandere batfam x reader #batfam imagine #batfam x reader #batfamily #bat fam x reader #batman wayne family adventures #batman wayne family adventures x reader #dc x y/n #yandere dc x reader #yandere dc #dc x you #nightwing bunny x reader

[howl-fantasies]

Since Y/N has such good hacking skills, has she ever hacked phones of our beloved Gothamites and did she find any juicy stuff? Maybe private photos, some suggestive messages or a potential new scandal?

I'm in a mood for some gossip, girl! 😎

Of course she did!

>> One of Y/N's main assets is to know a LOT of things about every villain in town or any important person who could potentially influence Gotham. If someone gets a new phone, don't even think to offer her a contract, she's on a mission and has to put a snitch in the new device in order to continue her never ending spying. In a way she's like Gossip Girl. Minus the upper east side thing and publishing daily all Gothamites' little secrets, preferring to sell them at a veeeery good price.

But since it's you, she would gladly open the chamber of secrets:

Oswald Cobblepot

>> Oswald's phone is one of her favorites to look at. She even organized "Ozzy nights" with Victor, laughing their asses out while looking at his texts and pictures.

>> Aside from the very interesting exchanges he had with Fish, Maroni and Carmine, Oswald's texts to his mother were priceless. The wannabe king of Gotham was a true mommy's boy, asking her to clean his favorite bad boy's underwear, the black one with little knifes on it. Spoiler: his mom constantly chastised him about it. He texted her where he was at anytime, pretty useful if you ask Y/N and Victor, and asking his mom to separate the vegetables he doesn't like in his night meals.

>> Pictures with mama. Here and there. Nothing interesting until Ed came in his life. The texts between the dorks were fun. When Riddler came out and Oswald started his little crush, pictures of the two flourished in his phone. Stolen pictures too: Ed studying, Ed plotting, Ed eating, annnnnd Ed coming out of the shower. This one is THE dirty little secret Y/N uses whenever she wants something from Penguin. Ed practically naked with just a towel around his hips, drop of water still in his hair and steam all around him is worthing the little chantage, right, Oswald?

>> Y/N also found the 237 drafts Penguin wrote when he tried to confess his feelings. The straight: "Ed, I think, no, I know I love you". The poems, the confession in foreign languages, the lame riddles he tried to wrote. She knows all of them by heart and likes to randomly tell them to Oswald to infuriate him.

Edward Nygma

>> Ah dear Ed, her second favorite phone to hack. Why? Because Ed being a genius he figured out - after a few minutes or hours, depends if he slept well - her spying. When people are playing Candy Crush to kill time, Y/N hacks Ed. It's their little game. And one of the reasons she made her phone and contacts as vague as possible. Cause the guy hacks too, and pretty well at that!

>> Ed's phone is empty most of the time because of that, BUT! Y/N once used a picture of Oswald in his white underwear as a wallpaper to distract him. And oh boy, it worked well. Very well. So well, she saw the screenshot Ed took of the picture. She also had the intelligence to screenshot the screenshoting on her phone, threatening Ed to send it to Oswald.

>> Ed threatened her to inform Victor about the : I used our boss almost naked as a wallpaper. The result? Y/N's vengeance is now to change all Ed's passwords making it a pun with one of Ed's traumas like, Kringle -> Kringlocked. Isabella -> Isabellocked. Riddler -> Freezdler. See the immaturity here?

Victor Zsasz

>> Victor is the most easy phone to hack for her since his password is always: Sweetness, or her date of birth, the date he met her, the caliber of one of the weapon she used on him and managed to touch him with, or something stupid like the first letters of "pepperoni". Not like he tries to hide his little secrets from her or his insane obsession 🤷🏻‍♀️

>> Pictures? Goodness, he has tons of her, them. Normal ones, goofy ones, badass ones, -18 ones... He also has one picture of Carmine, and one old picture of his family.

>> Same for the texts, nothing to hide here. The little scum loves to write dirty things in his drafts for her to read when she decides to pay his phone a visit. He's pretty proud of him at that when he sees her poker face ruined by a raised eyebrow or a frown or a scoff, depending of what he wrote.

>> The one and only time he made a real password, was when he decided to team up with Sofia. Y/N was fuming when she finally managed to hack it and discovered all the texts between them and how she ordered him around like a dog.

Barbara Kean

>> Barbara's phone is like her: an absolute mess. Texts to Jim, Tabi, Riddler, Oswald, Lee... Name someone in Gotham and you'll be sure to find them in her psychophone. The woman doesn't even try to be discreet, doesn't encrypt anything and texts everyone in town to either insult them - especially Jim - , cry like a river - especially to Jim - or tell them she loves them - especially Jim -.

>> You got it, she's obsessed by the good cop. Has so many pictures of him it should be considerate illegal, truly.

>> Her most interesting texts are to Tabi, when the two are plotting to kill Oswald or do something in hope to take Gotham's crown.

>> Her most funny one is when she threatened her hairstylist to sue him because of one failed hair cut. She even sent the picture of her usually platinum hair being as green as Ed's suit. Gold.

Jim Gordon

>> Jim isn't the most intelligent character of the series, but he's still cunning enough to understand Y/N hacked his phone at some point.

>> Does it change anything about the level of security of his phone? No. Even with Lucius' help, she managed to hack it. Spoiler, Ed helped because he was bored and she swore to explain him how to French kiss his little librarian, making him a true French lover. Spoiler no.2 she sent him a picture of a washing machine telling him to program himself on "speed" since she was afraid he wouldn't last much with IsabellAAAAH 😏. Riddler was pretty mad at her. And at Ed since the idiot trusted her on something like this.

>> Jim's phone helped Y/N to always be one or two steps ahead from him. She knew for his marriage. She knew for his little visit to Carmine when he retired. She knew basically everything of his life.

>> Though, she didn't want to know about his smut texts and pictures he sent to Lee. Never thought he was the kind of guy to suggest his girlfriend to take her on the morgue's table. She had to send Lee a text after that, to tell her to put a little something under her butt since the table can be pretty cold (DUUUH) at the beginning then all slippery. Jim was livid. And he still is whenever Y/N makes an innuendo about it.

Bruce Wayne

>> If you ask her about hacking a child's phone, she would only answer: "well that's why kid shouldn't be allowed to use a phone without an adult around to supervise them."

>> Drunk Bruce, frivolous Bruce, Emo Bruce, she saw and read every picture and text. Enamored Bruce too by the way, which she find highly cute. Just a normal teenager's phone so far.

>> Bruce's phone was pretty boring in term of plotting or threatening material, at first. But after his encounter with Selina, his investigations about his parents death and after that his little training with Alfred, Bruce's phone was definitely on her "keep it somewhere and don't even think to throw it" list. She knew something interesting was happening with him.

>> When Lucius helped Bruce to totally encrypt his phone, she knew the two knew about her spying. The boy's phone became as interesting to hack as Ed's phone, even more challenging since Lucius created a program generating a new password every minute. Brilliant, if you ask her.

>> When a new young anti-hero started to disturb the non-existant peace in town, Y/N wasn't that surprised and had strong suspicions about his true identity. She never told anything to anyone though. Maybe she'd be able to use it one day and see if Batman's "Never kill anyone" golden rule still stands after that. Same when she managed to finally hack the phone and saw a young lady looking very much like Selina, wearing leather in a suggestive pose. It's their little secret 🤫 Aahh youngsters...

Carmine Falcone

>> What? Trust doesn't exclude control. Y/N had to protect Carmine for a solid 6 years. Protecting him from others mobsters, from him, from other hackers... She knew what the last would found out in his phone if they ever succeeded to hack it. Logical, isn't it?

>> Relax, Carmine knows. She never told him, but he knows, somehow, maybe, probably. He always knows. And maybe Victor told him, being the only "good child" of the king of Gotham. Spoiler he did.

>> Carmine's phone is the epitome of "old". Old phone, for an old man, for an old fashion way to organize his things inside of it. His contacts are all write properly, his texts all politically correct, nothing the police can use against him.

>> He gets a notification every month when his favorite female cook send an article about a new 50's Italian recipe. After meeting Liza, he asked Victor to show him how to share the link to her. #GrandpaVibes here. He was super lame at it and simply told Victor to take his phone to share it after the third time he asked him to show him. He even wrote notes, poor man...

>> His wallpaper is religious, his ringtone for personal calls too. Except for Victor and her. She chose Misirlou (Pulp Fiction) for Victor because she thought Carmine's face was funny whenever his phone played it. And chose for her: Urge Overkill - Girl you'll be a woman soon (Pulp Fiction). Same, she finds it funny. Pros: Carmine you'll be immediately able to tell which of them is calling. Cons: Credibility - 50 but who cares? He's the king of the city. Since he was so lame with his phone, he stopped trying to change it and just shot whoever was laughing between the eyes.

I hope you like it. If you want, I can write a part 2 with:

- Jervis

- Jonathan

- Jerome

- Jeremiah

- Harvey

- Butch

- Tabitha

Don't hesitate to tell me if you want to read about someone else 😉 Have a beautiful day sweetheart, take care 🌹❤️

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[mini-moriarty]

chapter 3 :)))

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40110768/chapters/100456770 chapter 2

While the jet temporarily provided by Wayne was not as stifling as what commercial airplanes appear to be, it was quite drab to meander on a plane for up to seven hours. Of course, it did give him time to think things through with Butler – it would be foolish to even step foot in Gotham without his bodyguard. With Wayne's focus on safety (and also the safety of minors), rejecting Butler would be pathetic and contrary to his ideal. Though, only after using one of Foaly's inventions to check for any listening devices did they begin speaking, the notification of safety reaching both of their ears.

"Artemis, surely he is only inviting you to figure out about your extra-legal affairs," Butler began, while placing a blank piece of paper to act as a bookmark into his copy of Jane Eyre while briskly placing it down on the table. "I don't trust this," He raised his brows, shooting a cautious look towards Artemis.

"As am I, the main reason I am attending is to figure more about his extra-legal affairs," Artemis rebutted, confident as always. His legs were crossed and his fingers were intertwined behind his head as he leaned back undisturbed, as he ran a hand through his carefully styled hair - not a way that would muss his locks - and smiled with a malicious tinge, "Even if the Gotham police are in his payroll, the Gardai are on mine."

Butler exhaled loudly.

"Make sure to inform me of any dangerous plans," He affirmed in a defeated tone, picking up his book and opening it.

With Butler occupied, Artemis began collecting his thoughts. In his youth, he had a mild obsession with Batman's identity, which was quickly resolved by Bruce Wayne (a very prevalent member of Gotham's high society) and Batman's jaws matching perfectly. Batman must have either had a wealthy benefactor or been wealthy himself, and finding information on wealthy people is generally much easier than on poorer individuals so Artemis was able to pin him down so quickly due to his fame. Furthermore, Waynetech is famous globally so Wayne was a good starting Gothamite for his research. Though, the jaws didn't solely prove it, but the majority of his children matching up with current or former Robins was a giveaway, the domino masks were not the greatest move.

Frankly, his criminality is a bit of an open secret anyways, so Batman's fleeting interest isn't exactly bothersome. His family history isn't a mystery to most people, unlike his current dealings. Strangely enough, the human police are more likely to arrest his father over him, the courts would claim that his father orchestrated it all and Artemis' criminality was caused by being manipulated. Clearly not an ideal solution, but oddly possible even though he was the one committing felonies on the daily (or perhaps weekly, he's calmed down in his old age of the early teens). Though, that all goes on the assumption that they ever find reputable evidence and manage to not have it disappear, the keyword being if. It's unlikely that Wayne would even attempt to arrest him, he keeps to Gotham's crimes and seems to have a soft spot for children - judging by his whole litter of them.

Being arrested may be better than having to go to a gala though, thankfully he didn't have to attend many as a child, but those were painful enough for him to never want to return. The adults would all speak to him like he was a dog, and the children would speak to him like he was somehow their friend - which he was very starkly not. They were both utterly pitiful performances, but the look on the adults faces when he outsmarted them was always a lovely payment for their treatment, but he'd rather not speak to people like that in the first place.

Artemis drummed his fingernails on the table, and opened up his laptop so he could be productive and learn something during this painfully long period of time - inaction was useless. He might as well research the police of Gotham, clear corruption may be an interesting read. The history of Arkham Asylum could also be pleasant to know, and of course, general history of Gotham is a must so he is never out of the loop. Lastly, he has to figure out which of the attending Wayne children he should center himself around to avoid the crowd.

His picks are Richard, Timothy, and Cassandra as they are the only ones attending.

Richard would attempt to conversate with him the most, but he also may reveal information inadvertently - he is much smarter than he tries to appear though so that is unlikely. From what he can tell, Richard and Wayne's youngest son appear to have a close bond, and their similar demeanors may cause a negative output for Artemis as Richard may attempt to be too friendly.

Timothy comes off as somewhat socially awkward, and that might be painful to deal with. Due to that, he may avoid the crowd though which is beneficial and good to gather information but again, it will not be vital information as all the children know better than that.

Cassandra may be a good pick as she is unlikely to ramble on, but rambling may be preferable over observant and well thought out statements. Though, she is quite mature and not be as predictable as many others, someone of her intellect and fighting ability is somewhat of a wildcard. While she would be interesting to have a conversation with, it would be risky.

One doesn't pop out as ideal, but Richard may lead to the least awkward situation, even if he may be overly friendly to him. He also seems likely to have a casual conversation with Wayne, which could be informative.

'The things I do for knowledge,' Artemis sighed internally, exiting out of his files on the family members.

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[echoestm]

@impostorvitae || starter call

The movement and sale of street-level drugs is too volatile a business with not nearly enough of an equivalent return for all the trouble it brings. Sure, addicts can always be counted on to return for more product, but as their desperation mounts for another hit so too does their sloppiness increase. It's the kind of trouble Roman doesn't need nor wants to be bothered with, keeping good men on payroll to swap broken-clasp necklaces and freshly mugged phones for grams of this and rocks of that. Besides, all those petty little crimes are like beacons to the Bat, who keeps his Big Brother eye on them all and roots them out for endless merry-go-round stays at Arkham or Blackgate.

No, Roman doesn't bother with those things at all, except if the shipment is big enough and needs escorting through docks that he controls. Then the cut is worth the gamble with the lawyers' fees. So he always keeps ears to the ground about who is moving what, for whom, and how business is in general— in case it should ever turn into an opportunity for him; he strives to be well-informed for the negotiating.

And so he comes to hear of THEM. Young tykes. Not the first nor the last that Gothamite drug lords will employ to take their risks and falls. Quick and efficient, as so often only youth can be. They run circles around the fine rotund boys of the GCPD and are rumored to have disappearing tricks worthy of the Bat himself. The most impressive part? The sheer number of them. Enough to cover the whole of the Narrows, if word is to be believed, and then some. Wrappings with their signature N brand have been found well Uptown, in the litter bins of classy places where usually only the purest of snows is for skiing. What they move isn't particularly designer, but it's good enough to crowd-please and they've got enough boots on the ground to deliver far and wide without leaving home unattended. No mean feat at all. How could it not pique the curiosity of the man who aims to rule it all someday?

Roman's had his own hired boots on the ground, making note of their moves, tracking their comings and goings— tailing them to try and figure out what centralized location they might all have in common. A drop point. A pick-up spot. Something. Anything. Excursions that had yielded precious little when his men get shaken off in endless Crime Alley dead-ends and abandoned Narrows buildings. It should infuriate him, but it delights instead and has him sporting a grin beneath carved onyx when the reports come in daily and nightly.

"You're not an easy businessman to find, Mr. Kelly." Roman compliments, when finally the chasing and waiting is at an end. He's a tyke himself. Still has a heart. The type that threatens to bleed when one of his little rats is picked up and held on to— when the word goes out that it's none other than the Black Mask who is holding him and likely torturing him for information.

He would have too, if his reputation— the far-spread tale of his deeds and supposed preferences hadn't been enough to loosen that pretty little canary's tongue without need of picking up a single instrument. He was just some middle link of the chain, desperate to survive... unscathed, if possible. And it IS unscathed that Roman returns him to Jack. Gloved hands command goons in silence, who are as respectful as he himself has been since strolling in, in walking the youngster back towards to his leader.

"It's impressive. Consider me impressed. Now... don't be too hard on that one. He only gave me your name. My men were the ones who sent word with whoever else they could find about this meeting. Though I'd rather like to move it, if that's alright with you? Someplace proper... seats, tablecloth... servers? My treat, of course."

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[imjusthereforbatfam]

Steve??? Hi how's is going! Let me go or I'm telling your mom! 😁

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[okayigetitifuckedup]

[Gotham Daily Observer – Exclusive Interview]

"Unraveling Gotham's Shadows: An In-depth Sit-down with Dr. Harleen Quinzel and Jack Ryder" By Deb Donovan

Having barely unpacked from my vacation, Gotham's ceaseless whirlwind of chaos thrust me right back into the thick of things. I sat across from Dr. Harleen Quinzel and celebrated journalist Jack Ryder, in what became a deeply revealing discussion about the recent unauthorized articles and the storm of allegations against Dr. Quinzel.

With a graceful posture and an air of resilience, Harley delved into the psychology of The Joker. "It's no secret that The Joker's relationship with his mother was fraught with difficulty. It laid the foundation for his overarching resentment and mistrust towards women. These accusations aren't really about me. They're projections of his past, filtered through the lens of his longstanding issues."

She sighed, her demeanor momentarily softening. "When I initially took on his case, there was this looming cloud of his deeply troubled past. I’d nurtured the hope that our sessions were leading towards a breakthrough. That perhaps, with time, he'd come to recognize the distortions in his perceptions. But every day he remains outside Arkham, that hope dims.”

Jack, with an intensity in his gaze, added, “Gotham is no stranger to tales of twisted minds. But when it hits this close to home, when it's about someone you deeply respect and care about, it takes on a whole different dimension."

I turned the conversation towards the city's reaction. "There’s no denying that these accusations have caused quite a stir. Gothamites are on edge, and there's a swirling vortex of speculation."

With a determined edge to her voice, Harley continued, "The public should understand that these narratives aren't glimpses into my life. They're mirrors reflecting his own dysfunctions. The Joker, behind that painted visage, has moments of utter vulnerability at Arkham. Childlike tantrums, crying fits, and... yes, even incidents of bedwetting. It's a far cry from the formidable persona the city fears."

A moment of tense silence followed, broken by my pointed question, “Are you trying to rile him up, Harleen? Putting out such personal details?”

She met my gaze evenly, “This isn’t about provocation, Deb. It’s about transparency. Revealing the full picture of a man too many in this city are obsessed with."

Jack, squeezing Harley's hand, interjected, “We’re standing united, facing these challenges head-on. Gotham needs to see beyond the veil, to understand the human side of things. We're asking for understanding, for a glimpse of empathy, even for someone as tangled in his own nightmares as him."

As Harley nodded, she concluded, "In Gotham, we all bear our scars. Some are just more visible than others. Through all this chaos, my hope remains undiminished – that truth will prevail and healing will follow."

Signing out, Deb Donovan, Gotham Daily Observer

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[fluffypotatey]

Ghost and moon, pleaaaaaase?

you got it deary!

answers will be under the cut :3 hope you enjoy! <3

👻: can you tease some wip ideas that have been haunting you/something you want to write in the future?

oh my darling dear, i am haunted on a daily basis over different ideas.

my most recent one is basically an au of another fic of mine. said fic is my batfam wip, and it's a epistolary type of story where you are tasked with uncovering the mystery of what the city of gotham is hiding as well as who lucy is and why she chose to keep things from the batfamily.

the au of this fic is basically what if lucy, my oc, was taken in by another gothamite instead of bruce wayne. so, context: lucy was adopted/taken in to the wayne family when she was about 8/10. they had found her while patrolling the city and when they realized that this girl is not only lost but an orphan, they chose to have her be a part of the batfamily.

what the au is, is that it tells the story of what lucy's life could have been if batman and robin never found her while patrolling, and she was instead found by another man who was not so kind. it's me writing a character's slow descent into madness and feeling helpless to the life she was forced into so why not make the most of it and cross the line altogether.

but yeah this au has haunted me so much that i've begun writing it and have about 2 chaps down already! XD

🌙: do any of your OCs have dark backstories or secrets they’re trying to keep?

oh gee...whomever....shall i choose 🙃

let me introduce y'all to Rachel Gotherd.

she teaches literature at Gotham Public High School, and is very fond of her students and how they analyze the readings of the semesters. not much is known about her before she was hired on staff. hell, the only reason the school hired her was because they were understaffed and their old lit teacher quit.

but Gotham is not a place where people ask questions. if you do, there's a high chance no one would see or hear from you ever again. however, there are....rumors that people can't help but listen to when it concerns the lit teacher.

there's a rumor that Rachel threatened the principal at knifepoint. a rumor that Rachel was visited by the crime lord Red Hood one night. why? no one is sure, but some speculate that she helped him with one of his business ventures.

the students that have her call the rumors baseless and borderline sexist. "she's just an english teacher!" they say to the jealous staff members when they make snide comments about who she hangs out with and why she never follows the state regulated curriculum.

and maybe you'd believe the students because you see how well she teaches them. how well she treats like human beings instead of lost causes. you'd believe them, you would! truly!

but there are scars that litter Rachel's face, Rachel's arms and legs. you find throwing knives hidden in her file cabinets and wonder where a school teacher would find such weapons (and where she could afford them). you pause as Rachel makes a joke about how the behavior of the staff is not the worst thing she has encountered in her life.

you watch as she always has an eye on a room's exits. and eye for where everyone is.

you watch....

and you wonder

october-themed writeblr ask game

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[sleepyssnail]

Bruce had to have a reason to create that protocol...then again...a Man-Bat Army doesn't sound very unlikely in Gotham

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[road-work-ahead123]

Red Robin lost the game while trying to fight the riddler and you can’t convince me otherwise

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[whirlybirbs]

❛ what are you looking at? ❜ for our emo baby

2  ;   PROMISED HAVEN — THE BATMAN / READER  

summary: you move into selena kyle's old apartment. bruce has taken to watching you. a drabble series.

pairing: batman x f!reader, set five months after the events of the batman (2022)

rating: t+ for canon typical violence

a/n: i am just personally obsessed with the gotham social culture around the bat. he’s a dude in a costume. he’s got merch. people love him, people want to kill him. who i’d kill to see gothamites tweet about daily life. anywho! part two! and, you can read me on ao3!

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Your co-workers act as if you've met the divine.

As if, in some glimmering golden light, you've fallen into the arms of a winged savior who plies you with tender mouthfuls of holy veiled promise. Safety, warmth, and a guiding hand home.

No.

No, there are no gods in Gotham. Only the watchful, rain-stained face of Mary herself poised high on the cathedral's ledge at the corner of Park and Main. She watches. Just as the gargoyles do. Indifferent to the violence and the darkness.

To you, the reality of your meeting is much different — it's confusion and headaches and a nasty black-eye that has every customer tutting your way.

Pauli’s is busy tonight.

Thankfully, your shift is almost over.

"You doin' okay?"

Charlene is seventeen and a Junior at Gotham City High. She’s a good waitress. Great with people. Good at de-escalation when things boil over between booths. It happens. All it takes is Maroni’s boys to start oinking at the off-duties and suddenly you’ve gotta remind everyone where they are, y’know?

At Pauli’s, everyone is family.

Neutral ground.

She's the only one, on your first shift back, that asks how you are.

You blink at her, double-taking her earnest look as you both muscle up the dish bins from beneath the counter. You swallow down a sudden bought of sheepishness as you bump open the kitchen door with your hip and shrug.

You didn’t really talk to your coworkers.

But, Charlene’s question is genuine. And, as you unload the mess of plates and mug into the back sink, she watches you patiently.

“It’s ok not to be okay,” she says when you can’t find the words.

“No, no, I am. I am, Charlene, thanks,” it sounds forced.

It is.

Charlene can tell.

When you look up from the murky dish pit, you catch her soft brown eyes. Her mouth is pulling at the corners. It’s a silent plead for honesty — and in that moment, you realize Charlene must be the first person in all your months in Gotham to worry over you.

Your lips part.

You hesitate.

Then, you look down at the bin and frown.

There’s coffee at the bottom of the bin. The stain is wings. Ears. 

Like a bat.

Charlene’s voice calls to you slowly. “What... What are you staring at?”

You snap your attention back to her.

“Nothing.”

Your voice is quiet, then, and laden with confusion. You look up at her with knitted brows as you speak.

“Nothing,” you say again, as if to convince yourself, “I... I just wish I could remember how I got home.”

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Your apartment is quiet.

Quieter than usual.

You lock the door behind you, hang your bag and keys, and shrug off your coat.  It’s almost 7pm now — and Gotham has surrendered entirely to the night. The television lights alive with promises of snow in the evening forecast. Your attention passes, gaze lingering on the evening news, before you make your way through the kitchen and into your bedroom.

Usually, that little cat is back.

The grey one — with big yellow eyes and a bum back leg.

But, it’s quiet.

Crawling over your bed, still in your faithful diner uniform, you move to pop open the window latch and swing your upper body out the window.

The night air bites at your cheeks, and for a moment a pang of true worry strikes you.

You chirp, tsk, and chatter.

No reply.

You hum in thought.

You shimmy back inside, close the window just enough, and return moments later with a plate of wet food. Best not to break tradition. And, with snow coming you can’t stand to think the poor thing will be out there, alone.

In the dark.

You spend dinner half-there, with your eyes on the window; you watch quietly as the television flashes by with daily mess of Gotham’s news. Flood relief for families in need, statistics on Gordon’s first month as commissioner, coverage on Bruce Wayne’s first public address in five years... You hardly register any of it. You sit, curled with your bowl of noodles, and watch down the dark hall to the window.

Snow is starting to fall when you see it.

Him.

Darker than a shadow. A voidsent figure that passes between the light. A rattle of the fire escape. Quiet, still. Almost like a breath.

You don’t realize that you’re holding your breath until you find yourself in the hall, creeping as slow as possible. Your eyes glow in the orange haze of streetlights casting long shadows into your darkened bedroom.

Gotham’s sky is glowing.

Your fingers are shaking when you unlock the latch to your window.

When you turn your face up, snow catching in your lashes, you shouldn’t be shocked that he’s already watching you — but you are.

Vengeance.

Your eyes follow the long line of black that makes up his figure. Rugged, rough, and rigid. Boots meet knee pads meet tactical pack meet belt meet body armor meet eyes.

Blue eyes.

So, he is a man.

A noisy purr disrupts your line of thought.

The Bat watches as your eyes widen and your attention snaps downwards at the small grey cat that’s happily gorging himself on the small meal you’d left out. There’s a coat of snow on his fur.

Bruce swears he sees the tug of a smile on your lips.

Your attention turns back to him.

He swallows.

The laceration along your hairline is healing. The bruise around your eye will be gone in a week.

The silence between you both is heavy.

Then, you speak. It’s soft and kind; different from that night in the subway.

“Got your note.”

He nearly scoffs. His eyes turn out to the cityscape beyond your apartment.

“Glad to hear it.”

“Thank you,” you say quickly and sharply like you’re afraid he could disappear in a breath.

You swear you see a tight wind of tension snap through his posture, then — as if he isn’t used to hearing those words. And, you suppose he probably isn’t.

“Better advice?” he says slowly as his posture changes and he swings a long leg over the railing of the fire escape; he looks at you for a long moment, and you see a wry twist on his lips, “Find a different job.”

And like that, he’s gone.

A feeefwip of a cable and a flutter of his cape.

Back into the shadows, where he breathes them alive.

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