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Fangs of Ouroboros - Chapter 3 - The Carrot and the Stick
I meant to say this in the beginning of the year, but as usual stuff kept getting in the way, so I'll say it now:
THANK YOU FOR ALL YOUR SUPPORT IN 2023!!! ｡･+ﾟﾟ(うд´｡)ﾟﾟ+･｡ 💖💖💖💖💖
Last time on The Snake Goes Round 'n' Round:
Tiffany and John worked together to investigate the explosive that destroyed the office of a PI with a connection to Lady Arkham, discovering the bomber is connected to a very publicized 5-year-old murder. Deciding to see if they can get a firm ID out of a short list of candidates, they head to Blackgate Prison disguised as lawyers...
And now, we rejoin Bruce as he heads off to see what The Agency wants with Wayne Enterprises...
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Bruce drummed the steering wheel as the motor idled in the early morning traffic. It would get worse in twenty minutes, when everyone left for their 8 o’clock shifts at the same time.
His mind kept drifting back to the explosion. How Oz didn’t seem to know one of his men was dead. How strangely well-timed it seemed with the weird murder-game Joker had made upstairs. Those stupid notes. How in his own words John had said he would do that kind of thing just to mess with him…
Not that he actually suspected John of being behind it. If he had used real bodies in that room, then… But of course he hadn’t. And he couldn’t picture John, who took pride in putting his own ‘Joker’ signature on everything he made, not making the bomb himself. Let alone not taking credit for it. Or putting glitter in it.
And it made Bruce wonder: if it wasn’t the world’s greatest coincidence that a detective linked to a nefarious terrorist would have an attempt on his life botched horribly - or else just his work destroyed - then could someone have been following John to make it seem like the two things were related?
He could feel the locker key he’d gotten from Joker’s “crime scene” burning a hole in his breast pocket. It felt like a longshot, but if that was true, then whoever had followed John to the old building could have followed him elsewhere. They might know the next step. They might know the whole game. Which meant either of them could be waltzing into a trap.
Bruce clenched his teeth and turned sharp enough to barely avoid the curb as he sorted through his mental map of Gotham. St. Dymphna’s was close to a Skyrail station, which was the best bet for John’s choice…
But technically, it was the victim’s locker he was looking for. The crime scene was closer to the red line, but it was possible. Bruce recalled seeing a gym around the same area, but it would be harder to get to.
That said, he didn’t really see the joke in choosing a gym locker. It was rare, but it was logical for a normal person who took the Skyrail often to rent out one of the lockers for longer than a day. Or else they had gotten a copy for a locker they’d rigged to no longer open. And there was something funny about keeping valuables locked up in a public space.
After years of studying the city’s maps and acting as Batman, Bruce knew every back-route in Gotham big enough for his car. Weaving into alleys and side-streets came second-nature.
The Skyrail station was surprisingly quiet for the early morning, with only a few bleary-eyed people hauling up and down the stairs and only one using the old elevator. Bruce suspected that much like regular traffic, it would get a lot busier in about ten or fifteen minutes. He slipped on the pair of aviator sunglasses that John had once again left in the car, hoping no one would recognize him. At least the lockers were at the bottom level.
The little key didn’t have a number stamped on it. There were only so many lockers available, and the station had elected to get rid of the availability lights to prevent theft. Not that it always helped, as evidenced by the obvious dents. He’d have to guess.
John’s choice would probably be 8, as the lockers didn’t go past 30. The crime scene took place in room 12 on the third floor. And the invitation had been stamped on the 19th, the day before yesterday. (Or was it that today was supposed to be significant?)
He decided to try 8 - the key didn’t budge. It would look suspicious to try them all… Since it was truly the victim’s key, it would have to be something they could remember easily. And since Bruce didn’t have so much as a name to go by…
Locker 12 opened with a ka-dink. It was small and square, holding a plain plastic shopping bag with a folder advertising funeral services peeking out on top.
Bruce saw no harm in going through the bag’s contents. He pulled out a thin stack of paper from a manila folder - it looked like the owner (likely the male victim from the crime scene) had sold up most of their stock portfolio over the past few months. The names’ acronyms stood out to him as if he’d dealt with them before, but he couldn’t remember the context.
The name on the trades was different from the bank statement showing some hefty withdrawals from a joint account named for a group. Why ‘Arnold Palmer’ needed another two-hundred thousand dollars from ‘Three Lime Twists’ was an easy thing to guess - he was going to run away.
The paper trail John had laid out was just that; if the ‘Three Lime Twists’ group were set to get revenge and their money back, then they must’ve discovered where it all went. The natural thing would’ve been to put it in the wife’s account, but that normally wouldn’t be accessible to anyone else - and it would be quite difficult to check, despite the number and bank looking legitimate…
The folder from The Balm of Our Hearts held flyers for different services and plot availability in Gotham’s cemeteries, including maps. Nothing was circled, but the significance of including them at all made Bruce’s synapses spark.
Of course… The extracted funds could all be physical. It would be so much like John, who loved finding hiding places, to create such an elaborate one in a place where few people walked and where any shovel work would seem natural.
As for what exactly was buried and in which cemetery… I’m going to have to do some digging, he thought, feeling a smile tug on his lips. Heh… John would’ve loved that.
The only other item in the bag was a small black jewelry box with Noir Velours stamped on it - a top of the line jeweler that Bruce had used himself.
He was half-surprised to see an actual ring in it. A sapphire almost as large as his fingernail shone in-between what may have been black spinel on a platinum band that seemed too thick and large for a woman's hand. In fact, it looked like it would fit him.
Could the male victim from the apartment have been planning on running away with a man? Maybe that was why the killer didn’t stop by the locker - the wife didn’t know about it. Outside of the fact that they couldn’t have been able to anyway, as they only existed as an idea in this game… The idea of the male vic’ planning to kill his wife wasn’t off the table yet.
Or maybe the killer was some kind of third member of the relationship who decided he’d had enough…? But then again, the dinner table would’ve been set for three…
Maybe he was overthinking the ring’s purpose. It could be a clue just by itself: an expensive piece of jewelry kept out of the way from the apartment. Which meant it would have had to go elsewhere, and the most convenient place for it was the stop along the way.
And considering the few leads he had, it was likely the same cemetery Bruce would have to go dig in.
Bruce shut the locker and began the short trek back to the car, bag in hand, feeling a buzz of excitement still prickle in his brain despite knowing he’d soon have to face the reality waiting for him in his office.
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The Agency were being subtle this time, at least. He would’ve hardly recognized Iman’s old partner in the casual business suit if it weren’t for his shoes; hard caps for the toes were difficult to slim down in any design.
“Mr. Wayne, glad you could join us,” Agent Vernon Blake greeted as Bruce shut the conference room door behind him. Iman Avesta was seated at the large conference table in a navy blue pantsuit. The room was otherwise empty.
“Looks like this is a private party,” Bruce commented dryly, “Where’s our security personnel? The other department heads?”
“We’ve already discussed the necessary precautions to be taken with your security teams,” Agent Blake said, “This debriefing is just for you and Miss Avesta. She insisted on briefing everyone else separately.”
Thank Iman for small favors, Bruce thought, mouthing ‘thank you’ as he walked around Agent Blake’s back. He’d hate to have the rest of the company side-eying him for what he presumed was another by-product of a criminal association. He could practically hear the clucking about low stocks and bad publicity from the board, who already were tempted to axe him for his engagement announcement alone.
“To get straight to the point,” Agent Blake said, swiping his tablet (from one of the Wayne’s own tech divisions, Bruce noticed) to cast the projection of his screen to the television on the wall, “we’re here because of your association with Victor Fries.”
The meeting room’s extra-wide screen showed a screen-capture of security footage taken from the basement of the SANCTUS facility, where Bruce could be seen talking to a newly-infected Victor behind the glass of the temperature-controlled chamber.
“Since you effectively saved him from the LOTUS virus, Mr. Fries had been in our custody.”
Had. The word stuck out like a clean window in the Narrows. Bruce knew exactly where this was going. “And now he’s escaped.”
Agent Blake glanced at him. “Yes.” The image changed to footage of what looked like a laboratory. Victor Fries, still clad in his red goggles and metallic low-temperature suit, bore a familiar collar around his neck that was undoubtedly fitted with explosives. “We allowed him to continue working on the cure for his wife’s illness in exchange for us studying his body’s incubation of LOTUS. At approximately 1:05 this morning -”
In the video, everything happened at once: the chemical vials on the table in the background exploded, causing another scientist and the armed guard in the corner to scramble to put it out while Victor made a dash for the door.
“- Mr. Fries caused a lab accident.”
The bubbling beaker Victor had been working with exploded with something white-hot, and the camera footage switched to a hallway, showing Victor throwing his collar aside and slipping into a large door.
“He somehow managed to fix the features of his suit we’d disabled and froze off his restraining collar. He broke into the testing room, froze two of our technicians, and escaped with a prototype freeze-ray and Nora Fries’ cryo-tube.”
Bruce watched as a group of security personnel dashed down the hall, only to get frozen in place by what looked like a ray gun straight off a 50’s pulp novel. Victor wheeled his wife’s frozen holding tank behind him.
“How did he leave the facility?” Iman asked as the image was replaced with an aerial map of Gotham.
Agent Blake tapped his thumb on the edge of the tablet and pursed his lips. “He stole one of our transport trucks and froze the controls for the doors on his way out. He ditched the truck and stole a rental van from a gas station while the driver was getting a lottery ticket.”
Bruce studied the map. All of the city’s warehouses, factories, and laboratory buildings with cold room storage were marked with red dots. Naturally, Wayne Enterprises’ had their pharmaceutical manufacturing facility in the mix, but Wayne Tower was also marked. “Why do you think he’d come here?” Bruce asked, already knowing the answer.
“Victor Fries is not in his right mind anymore, Mr. Wayne. The LOTUS virus has affected him the same way it affected Edward Nygma.” Agent Blake met Iman’s gaze with a look Bruce could only attribute to regret and comradery through the memory of their last case together. “You may have betrayed him in the Pact, but you practically saved his life. He might try to get your help.”
Bruce wasn’t so sure of that. The man was a natural-born loner, only working with the Pact out of necessity. Much like Bruce himself. And he knew Victor was too intelligent to try to seek him out. He’d be far more likely to leave him alone out of gratitude.
“And I’m assuming The Agency would like my help.”
Agent Blake avoided looking at him or Iman, but stared down at the tablet as he typed something. “We’d like your cooperation, Mr. Wayne. If Victor Fries makes any attempt at contact with you, we’d like to know about it. And naturally,” he added, his focus returning to Bruce’s hard stare, “we’ve already negotiated all necessary access with your security team for the suspected locations under your name.”
“What about the other Pact members?” Iman asked, keeping her hands folded on the table. “Do you think he’ll try to engage them at all?”
“They’re not a concern,” the agent waved away, “We’ve already checked with Blackgate Prison. Dr. Harleen Quinzel and ‘Bane’ are in secure wings and haven’t received any correspondence from anyone besides their legal representation - which we’ve naturally crosschecked. Even if he could contact them, we can’t see any reason to. We don’t feel any sufficient motive for him contacting John Doe, either.”
“Napier,” Bruce corrected. “And he betrayed the Pact, too; by helping me.”
“We’re well aware of your relationship, Mr. Wayne.” The meeting room monitor reverted back to its default image of the Wayne Enterprises logo. “As I’m sure you’re aware of how precious time is in these cases. If you or any of your associates find Mr. Fries before we do,” he emphasized with a hard stare back at Bruce as he slipped a contact card on the table, “it’s in everyone’s best interest to alert us first. The battery powering his suit only lasts so long; and when it runs out, he’ll become highly infectious.”
Bruce knew what would happen if he rejected any of this: he would not only get tailed anyway, but Amanda Waller would have another reason to spill his secret at the nearest opportunity. He ignored the childish urge to tear up the card, sliding it into his breast pocket instead. He’d have to check it and his car later for any tracking devices.
“Vernon,” Iman added with an unexpected softness, “I know you can’t tell me any details, but… Just how useful is Victor Fries to the Agency?”
The agent lost the firm look he had with Bruce. He didn’t answer straight away. “It depends on who you ask,” he said slowly. “If you went to Waller, she’d say he was top priority. Anderson and Duchovny would say differently.” Agent Blake closed the tablet case with a sense of finality. “You know where you can reach me,” he said, directed far more at Iman than at Bruce.
The door clicked shut. “Those names mean anything to you?”
“Two associate directors in the Agency,” Iman explained, propping her chin on her folded hands. “They were never Waller’s biggest fans, but they keep quiet when she gets results. The fact that she’s desperate to have Fries back says whatever research they have into the incubating LOTUS isn’t conclusive.”
“That freeze-gun he had was different from the one he had before,” Bruce added, “They must be reverse-engineering his weapons, too.”
“That wouldn’t be worth hunting him down over.”
“No, but it might be part of it. Waller’s not one for letting things go.”
Iman leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms in thought. “I’d be surprised if she wasn’t in the city, at least. I doubt she’d give someone the opportunity to slip up on re-capturing one of her projects if it was this important to her.”
That was if they could really take Agent Blake at his word. Iman seemed to trust him, but how much of that was an old sense of comradery versus actual reason?
“Oh, speaking of,” Iman added, turning to him, “you got here later than I thought you’d be. Did something happen?”
Bruce didn’t see any reason in telling her the truth. He wasn’t sure how much she or Tiffany knew about the game John had created, but he couldn’t picture either of them encouraging it in any way. “Sorry. I just had to make a quick stop,” he answered, unable to banish the image of Joker grinning at him from the old television screen.
“Oh. I thought you might have been dropping off John. I doubted he’d want to be alone at the manor with the Agency in town…”
Bruce brought up his own map of the city on his phone, marking the same locations the Agency had marked as potential hideouts for Fries. “He’s hitching a ride to work with Tiffany. Can you give me a patch into the camera system for WE RX?”
“You want it direct? I could just get you a web login.”
“Direct is easier if I’m going to be watching several locations at once,” Bruce explained, standing to retreat to his office for a few moments before he would get stuck at the next meeting on his calendar. “We need to find him before they can.”
“Not that I don’t agree, but for which reason in particular?”
The Agency had already been treating Fries like a captured animal; and while it was true Bruce didn’t want to know what they would do to him upon his recapture, true that he didn’t want the virus he’d worked to eliminate have a chance to return, and that there may have been a crumb of truth in not wanting to be beaten to the punch by the likes of them…
It was the sticking point about Fries that Harley Quinn had summed up rather succinctly, once. “Because as someone once put it, the only thing he gives two hoots about is his wife,” Bruce quoted, mimicking Harley’s voice without her clear tone of disdain. “Either Victor found a cure for Nora Fries, or he’s missing something to finish it. And Waller won’t care what happens to her if they take him back.”
“I’m glad we’re thinking alike,” Iman said with a slight smile, “It reminds me of why I volunteered for the Pact case to begin with, Batman.” Iman tugged her suit straight. “I should be able to patch you into the camera feed in about fifteen minutes. Robin’s cracking program should make quick work of the other feeds; I’ll take half of them if you want.”
“That’d be a huge help,” Bruce said honestly, “I’m going to check for any abandoned cold rooms that weren’t marked on that map. I doubt Fries will want to make too much of a scene.”
Iman gave a single, sardonic little hah. “Between our team and this city’s penchant for themed criminals, that would certainly make a nice change.”
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Notes:
I really wanted to finish this piece before the end of 2023. That did not go as planned. (Then again, that last third of the year took a weird-ass turn, and I’m still trying to navigate myself back to the road.) I have a little over half of the next chapter done because it was originally going to be here, but then I realized I hated having to backtrack scenes and then skip around, so it was easier to just make things in the proper order, even if the sudden character switching would be a little weird to “play”. Season 4 sure was easier!
Onto funner stuff: Bruce has no real choice in following Joker’s game. He just pretends he does. At least his reasoning in the villainous path makes a tad more sense... And speaking of, “your” choices at the end could lead to telling Iman about Joker’s murder-game, regardless of his status with the Bat-fam. The villain!Joker path would naturally cause Iman to be concerned about both you and the city, but in our vigilante!Joker path, you’d get a special relationship notification: “Iman Avesta is judging you pretty hard right now.”
And lastly, a super-special-awesome thank you to @spring-roe on tumblr for this sweet fanart! ( ͒ ́ඉ .̫ ඉ ̀ ͒)
#the perseverance project#fangs of ouroboros#telltale batjokes#telltale batman#juce#batman the telltale series#the enemy within#batjokes#bruce wayne#GUESS WHO'S BACK#(back again)#the agency#iman avesta#Achievement: Iman Is Judging You So Hard#I have so many little jokes in this one :3c#circulate the links
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The Dark Knight v. The Man Of Steel
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/UDrEXdu
by Connormcgranahan
Three years after the battle with Bane a tragedy accuses on the invasion of Zod which draws Bruce Wayne to return to Gotham along with Alfred and Robin (John Blake). A Government Agency lead by Amanda Waller and Tiffany Fox to capture Superman for his part in the Metropolis destruction but Lex Luthor partners with the Joker in their plan to turn The Dark Knight against The Man Of Steel.
Comments are much appreciated...
Words: 528, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Batman (Movies - Nolan), Man of Steel (2013)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M
Characters: Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Lex Luthor, Joker (DCU), John Blake, Iman Avesta, Amanda Waller, Tiffany Fox, Jim Gordon, Martha Kent, Perry White, Dru-Zod, Lucius Fox
Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, John Blake/Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent/Lois Lane, Clark Kent/Lois Lane/Bruce Wayne, Iman Avesta & Bruce Wayne, Tiffany Fox & Bruce Wayne, Joker (DCU)/Lex Luthor
Additional Tags: Superheroes, Supervillains, Crossover
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I just saw "All the Bruce Wayne (w/ Batfamily) Hugs I Could Find". You probably don't know but a videogame incarnation of Batman ("Telltale") always seem to be being forced into a hug but the most notable aspect is when he willingly hugs Special Agent Iman Avesta, when she is injured by the Riddler, to comfort her. Compassinate!Batman is my favioute Batman.
awwwww
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The Dark Knight v. The Man Of Steel
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/et9qSGK
by Connormcgranahan
Three years after the battle with Bane a tragedy accuses on the invasion of Zod which draws Bruce Wayne to return to Gotham along with Alfred and Robin (John Blake). A Government Agency lead by Amanda Waller and Tiffany Fox to capture Superman for his part in the Metropolis destruction but Lex Luthor partners with the Joker in their plan to turn The Dark Knight against The Man Of Steel.
Words: 527, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Batman (Movies - Nolan), Man of Steel (2013)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M
Characters: Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Lex Luthor, Joker (DCU), John Blake, Iman Avesta, Amanda Waller, Tiffany Fox, Jim Gordon, Martha Kent, Perry White, Dru-Zod, Lucius Fox
Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent/Lois Lane, Iman Avesta & Bruce Wayne, Joker (DCU)/Lex Luthor, John Blake/Bruce Wayne, Amanda Waller/Bruce Wayne, Jim Gordon/Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth/Bruce Wayne, Tiffany Fox & Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent & Perry White, Lois Lane & Perry White, Clark Kent/Lois Lane/Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent & Martha Kent
Additional Tags: Superheroes, Supervillains, Crossover, Action/Adventure
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/et9qSGK
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According to Kent Mudle on his Tumblr, Iman Avesta's voice actress is partially deaf! This caused this incredibly awkward moment when they learned this fact about her…DURING her recording the scene in which Avesta realises she has lost her hearing. This meant that she could do the “deaf” voice super genuinely. She reportedly teared up recording that scene.
That’s so cool! She voices Gamora in the GotG telltale did too, yeah?
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Fashion Can Speak Many Languages
Fashion Can Speak Many Languages
by Joean “Iman” Montayre
Niloofar “Maryam” Avesta is a polyglot who can speak at least 4 foreign languages, and has a lot to share about Persian fashion and culture.
“When I talk about the Iranian culture, I actually tend to demonstrate the historical culture of it, not the culture of Iran in the 21st Century. I’d like to show the reality of Iran’s culture (of the past), not the one being seen…
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Enigma batman
#Enigma batman series
Riddler leaves behind a puzzle box for Batman. Batman, Commissioner Gordon, and the GCPD fail to capture Riddler, and the investigation is taken over by the mysterious Agency, led by Amanda Waller. The game also follows the events of the previous game, taking place between a couple of months to a year after these events.Ī year after defeating the Children of Arkham, Bruce Wayne witnesses the return of the Riddler to Gotham while investigating arms dealer Rumi Mori. Like the previous installment, the game is set during the mid-to-late 2010s in Gotham City, primarily the Batcave, Wayne Enterprises and Gotham City Police Headquarters. The Enemy Within is set in the same Batman continuity introduced in Batman: The Telltale Series, which took place a number of years into Batman's career. New minor characters introduced include Police Detective Harvey Bullock ( Keith Szarabajka), Agency operative Vernon Blake (Christian Lanz), international arms dealer Rumi Mori ( Keone Young), Riddler's second-in-command Eli Knable (Alex Hernandez), and Stacked Deck patrons Frank Dumfree and Willy Deever ( Kirk Thornton and Dave B. Freeze ( Matthew Mercer) and Harleen Quinzel/Harley Quinn ( Laura Post).ĭetective Renee Montoya ( Sumalee Montano), Reporter Jack Ryder ( Robert Clotworthy) and Wayne Enterprises Chairwoman Regina Zellerbach (Lorri Holt) return with smaller roles within the series. Other members of the group include Riddler ( Robin Atkin Downes), Bane ( JB Blanc), Dr. "John Doe" ( Anthony Ingruber) and Selina Kyle/Catwoman ( Laura Bailey) also return, now members of a group of criminals called "the Pact". New supporting characters are also introduced, including Special Agent Iman Avesta ( Emily O'Brien), one of the Agency's operatives and a fan of Batman, and Tiffany Fox ( Valarie Rae Miller), the daughter of Lucius and an employee at Wayne Enterprises. The game introduces " The Agency", a mysterious government organization with its own agenda led by the ruthless Amanda Waller ( Debra Wilson). His butler and former legal guardian Alfred Pennyworth ( Enn Reitel), Police Commissioner James Gordon ( Murphy Guyer), and Wayne Enterprises Chief of Technology Lucius Fox ( Dave Fennoy) return to assist Batman in the field. The player once again assumes control of Bruce Wayne/Batman ( Troy Baker), a billionaire who secretly fights crime in Gotham City. Crowd Play, a feature implemented in the predecessor, also returns for The Enemy Within, allowing streamers to let their audience interact with their session with the game. Sections of the game also present situations to the player where they may choose to approach as Bruce Wayne or as Batman.
#Enigma batman series
The series also includes investigation sequences, allowing the player to use Batman's detective skills to investigate areas. The game includes action sequences that are resolved similar to Telltale's other games, using quick time events. If the player had played the previous game, choices made, such as saving certain characters or stopping a criminal, may also be imported, though the game can be played as a standalone title. The game features a branching narrative, similar to past Telltale games, giving the player options in approaching a situation and having that choice affect later events in the game. The player controls Bruce Wayne and his alter-ego Batman, with the game evenly split for both characters. Like most Telltale games, the game features a similar episodic format found in other titles (such as Game of Thrones, The Walking Dead, The Wolf Among Us and Tales from the Borderlands).
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Isn't it funny how all the characters that found out that Bruce is Batman on their own are the one's that are either his love interest (Selina) or have a major love interest vibe (John, Avesta) ?
(Not that Bruce made it that hard. He's obvious IF you're paying attention.)
Avesta? Sure, it was most likely her job to find that out and she IS a professional. Doesn't change the fact that it took her two questions to guess it. Gordon talked to him every day and he had no idea.
Selina? Just scratch on his face and she was like, yep, that's him. Dark, brooding and sexy.
John? My favorite example. Had a hunch when Bruce fled after seeing the bat signal and pieced it together easily after that.
It makes sense though. That Bruce would have the best chemistry with the ones who are able to truly see him.
#Telltale#Batman#Betjokes#Telltale batman#Batman enemy within#Enemy within#John Doe#Joker#Bruce Wayne#Selina Kyle#Catwoman#Iman Avesta#Jim Gordon
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Can you do a drawing of Batman hugging Iman Avesta to comfort her? Inspired by a certain scene in the game.
I'd love to but I'm not really doing requests rn! ^ ^ Maybe when I have free time! <3
Sorry for the late reply!
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Telltale’s Batman season 3 wishlist
If season 3 ever happens. Here's what I would like to see
Episode 1 opens on The Flying Graysons. Our choice at the end of season 2 will impact how this encounter will play out. If you chose to give up Alfred for being Batman, you will prevent major casualties and save Dick Grayson, but unable to save his parents. If you gave up Batman for Alfred's sake Bruce is powerless to stop the bloodshed and Dick is the only survivor. Ultimately it is the beginning of the partnership between Batman and Robin. I'd also say no matter what choice you made with Alfred in season 2, seeing or hearing Dick Grayson's tragedy is enough to convince Alfred that he was wrong about Bruce inheriting Thomas' darkness and that Batman is needed.
Batman's influence on Robin will work similarly to how Clem influenced AJ in TWD:TFS
Ideally we would get to play as both Batman and Robin
Barbara Gordon would be introduced. She would be introduced as Tiffany's best friend from college and later Gordon's daughter. Robin would save her from thugs and when Robin drops his guard down, Barbara would save him, starting the spark between the two.
We are given two romance choices. Selina/Catwoman and Iman Avesta(to be clear, no love triangle. We as Bruce would make the choice and if we choose Selina, we keep things professional between Bruce and Avesta. If we choose Avesta, Bruce and Selina remain close allies and Selina wishes Bruce happiness.)
Episode 1 is about taking down Tony Zucco while also preventing Dick from taking his life. It ends with Bruce revealing he is Batman and Dick becoming Robin.
The big bad of the season will be Black Mask. After Falcone's death, Two-Face & Penguin's imprisonment and the fall of The Pact. Black Mask took over the Gotham Underworld.
Roman Sionis has become the brutal king of Gotham. Everyone who works for him wears a mask in his Society. And he delights in torturing his victims. Nothing happens without his say so, so Tony's attack on the circus was sanctioned by Black Mask. He had to, he wanted Batman out in the open
Bruce and Roman knew each other since they were kids. Thomas and Roman's father were "business" partners and wanted the two boys to be friends, but Roman saw Bruce as weak and was more like Bruce's bully than friend, however they are forced to keep appearances so they are on good terms when their fathers are around. When Roman tells his father what he really thinks of Bruce and the Waynes, this leads to a severe beating from Roman's father
Roman's motivation is for Sionis Industries to crush Wayne Enterprises and break Bruce Wayne, kill the Bat and as he would put it to his society. "We both wear masks. We both instill fear. His cause is to kill crime. Mine's to spread it, like a virus."
We get a scene of Bruce visiting Oswald in Blackgate or Harvey in Arkham, both as a means to get intel on Black Mask. Oswald has a goddamn panic attack at the mention of his name. Harvey will say he blew up the wrong city block
As Batman and Robin draws in closer to Black Mask. Black Mask hires assassins. Deathstroke, Deadshot, Lady Shiva, David Cain and Bronze Tiger
Black Mask would capture and torture Gordon
Black Mask would also capture whoever our love interest is, which would be more personal between Black Mask and Selina if we chose Selina
Barbara deduces who Bruce, Tiffany and Dick are and due to the urgency of the situation, she forces them to let her join to save her father Bruce has no choice but to take Barbara under his wing(heh)
During the fight with the assassins, especially when we face Lady Shiva. Shiva remarks. "perhaps he is the one" hinting at you know what and potential season 4
Black Mask forces us to choose between saving the one we love and our friend Jim Gordon. Batgirl will save Gordon if you choose Selina/Avesta
Near the end of the game we get Bruce, Dick, Barbara and Tiffany working together. They beat Black Mask and Robin has Roman at his mercy. Depending on how much of a good mentor you were to Robin, Robin will not give in to revenge, if not Bruce and Tiffany must talk him out of it.
Ends with Black Mask defeated and Batman, Robin and Batgirl triumphant.
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Fangs of Ourorboros - Chapter 1 - Ghosts of the Past
Good evening from the east coast! 🌇 I've brought you a proper chapter for you to chew on! (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
Last time:
Batman was playing a strange murder-mystery game with Joker when an explosion interrupted his investigation...
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Rocky Hopper: employed part-time in Xotic Construction, living in a two-bedroom apartment in midtown with a wife and two children. His criminal record showed he was a three-time parolee by the age of thirty-six for armed robbery, assault, DUI, and theft. No known association to any Gotham-based gang. An unremarkable small-time criminal Batman previously noted for rubbing shoulders with Oswald Cobblepot during his time in Gotham two years ago, before The Penguin was taken into custody.
To anyone else, such a fact was a mere blip on the radar. But to Bruce - to Batman - it was a flashing yellow mark on the edge of his mind.
Richard Hartright. Vicki Vale. Penguin. One string leading to another on a cork board collage with a muddled picture of why.
The GCPD touted BlackGate Penitentiary as a fortress; a prime example of modern security in spite of the building’s age.
Heh. Not for Batman. The nighttime security were like any other lookout team, conversing on their radios or over their shoulders while paying mild attention to their surroundings.
It was practically a cake walk. Bruce grappled up to the roof and rolled over the railing with barely a swish of his cape. The guard by the rooftop door jabbered about the Knights’ chances in the league this year over the two-way as Bruce crept behind him and squirted all-purpose oil between the crack in the door where the hinges should be.
The door opened silently, and Bruce slipped in, breathing in the familiar smell of dusty hallways as he walked on the edges of his feet down the concrete steps.
Oswald would be in the C Block. It took no time to get down to the third floor. Even less time to find the section, painted in chunky white letters on the floor and wall as if the heavy metal door to the place was easy to miss.
The security lock was a simple hand scanner, meant to use the layout and size of the hand instead of a key or passcode. Bruce pulled out the luminous spray normally reserved for crime scenes and sprayed the scan bed. The Batsuit’s gauntlets scanned the imprint, and with a few taps on the key generator Tiffany had perfected last year, all he had to do was place his hand over the sensor and wait while for the lights to turn green.
The bolt lock slid open with a sudden thunk, and Bruce slipped into Cell Block C.
Three stories of prison cells stretched open before him, smelling like a public bathroom in the Narrows. He could see each barred door had two beds embedded into the walls, with only just enough room for two people to stand shoulder-to-shoulder, bringing to mind a twisted shoebox diorama.
One long catwalk weaved throughout the place, spotted with rust and bits of peeling paint. The rush of air as he whizzed past rows of metal bars was only slightly satisfactory when he was still wincing at the slight sound of the metal clang of the grapple teeth hitting the railing.
The cell door was easy to unlock - all the doors were connected to an online grid for routine automatic unlocking, but had a manual override to use a physical key. A simple signal jammer was all that was needed to fool the cell into thinking it lost connection to the controller and let Bruce pick the lock.
Despite the cowl, the hairs on the back of his neck were standing up. He was being watched, but he wasn’t sure by who. At the very least, he knew an alarm hadn’t been tripped; his radio tuner wasn’t picking up any calls to action inside the prison…
The lock opened with too loud of a cha-clink. Oswald stirred.
The upper bunk was empty, despite the rumpled sheets. At least Bruce wouldn’t have to worry about potentially fighting off two prisoners at once.
Bruce chose to stay away from the cot to speak; there was no need to overstep and put either of them in harm’s way yet. He kicked the cot’s mattress instead to get attention.
Oswald jerked upward with a garbled sort of shout, flinching to press his back against the wall.
The direct approach was best. “Why did you want to destroy Richard Hartright’s files?”
Oswald glared at him, shoulders sagging as he relaxed into a sitting position. “Should’ve known you’d sneak your sorry-winged ass in here to give me the business one of these days. Or did the Commissioner give you your own Bat-pass?”
“I know Rocky Hopper worked for you,” Bruce said flatly, “The bomb he was setting in Hartright’s filing cabinet went off early. He’s dead.”
Oswald’s eyebrow rose a fraction, eyes widening in a sort of surprise that he was trying and failing to suppress. “Plenty of people worked for me,” he said with practiced casualty, casting a look at the cell door and waving away the issue. “I don’t care what they do with their spare time nowadays.”
Bruce had enough. He grabbed Oswald by the collar and hoisted him up to be more on his level. “I don’t play games,” he growled out, “You worked for Vicki Vale - you knew Richard was one of her sources during her time at the Gazette. One of your affiliates blew up his office with enough C4 to kill him. Why were you after him?”
“I thought you were supposed to be the detective,” Oswald scowled.
Bruce punched him hard in the jaw, holding him up so he didn’t fall back into the wall. “What did he have that you didn’t want getting out?”
“You can’t hurt me in a way that matters,” Oswald scowled in disgust, “You think I don’t see this every day in this hellhole?”
Bruce narrowed his eyes. A clanging noise came from outside the cell.
“SHUT UP or I’m going to come over there and chew your FACE off, Penguin!” came a gravelly hiss of a voice from a nearby cell. “SOME of us are trying to SLEEP!”
“Your neighbor sounds mad,” Bruce taunted, “Tell me what I want to know and maybe I won’t wake up the whole block.”
Bruce tossed him to the floor, only too late feeling his cape pull along with the motion. His shoulder smacked into the wall as Oswald skittered out the open door.
He chased after him, boots clanging on the metal of the catwalk, priming a bat-bola to throw. Oswald barely reached the staircase when the weighted rope whipped through the air and wrapped itself around the man’s calves in the nick of time.
Oswald hit the floor with a loud, reverberating thunk. Bruce was able to grab an arm and pin it around his back as he leaned over him, out of arm’s reach.
“You bastard, you’re no different from the pigs that run this place!” Oswald spat, voice echoing around the cell block.
“Why did Richard pose a threat to you?” Batman asked again, feeling more eyes on him. He could see several prisoners had risen in their beds. One was already pressed against the bars of the cell for a better look. He pulled on the arm he was holding, just enough to hurt.
“Because he’s just like your lot,” Oswald grunted, “Sticks his nose in where it doesn’t belong. Vicki’s worth ten of him.”
Bruce’s brain buzzed, trying to parse through what information he had. The private detective’s only link to Oswald was through Vicki Vale; he had nothing to do with Penguin’s crew, before or after his arrest, that Bruce knew of. The mention of Penguin’s old leader in the present tense was jarring. “Vicki Vale’s been dead for two years.”
Penguin gave a light wheeze of a chuckle. “Killed her yourself, did you?” he taunted, “Buried her in a shallow grave with the last rites? They never did find a body in all that rubble, did they?”
Bruce had seen the rocks fall as he guided Alfred out of the underground catacomb. He’d doubled back later, on the off chance he could find her, and found the chamber practically blocked off by the collapse. There were no other tunnels, no secret rooms, no pockets she could have climbed out of. He’d checked.
But it bothered him all the same.
He could hear the inmates start to blabber and howl as he dragged Oswald ‘The Penguin’ Cobblepot back to his cell by his feet.
Body slam him next! Body slaaam!
Not so tough now, are ya Peng’? Ha ha, oh man!
Fuck you! Fuck you, you hear me, Bat? Fuck you!
Let me out - I’ll drag your ass around the block, Bat!
Come on, Penguin, get up and grab him-!
You think you’re so tough, you’re nothing without that fuckin’ armor!
He ignored it all, leaving Oz to nurse his wounds on the floor of his cell, winding the bola back up after he slammed the door behind him.
Deep down, he knew getting information out of Oz was a longshot to begin with. Any more questions would be met with more stubborn non-answers. He would have to check Oz’ mail, visitors, cell-mates, anything he could have used to send out the message to his cronies.
He leapt up and over the railing to glide back down to the first floor, feeling the eyes of awakened prisoners all around.
“Hey, Batman” a smooth, familiar voice called from his right. “You got a taste for beating up bird-dudes or what? I’d think you know he doesn’t like to talk about work.”
Bruce barely gave Roman Sionis and his cocky little smirk a second glance.
“I could tell you what he was up to,” Roman added.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Bruce ignored the cacophony of noise as he left the way he came in, the sound of the hinge on the metal door far more noticeable now that he was in a hurry to leave. “I doubt it,” Bruce muttered.
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The bare facts stared out at him through black and white scans and data retrievals on the Batcomputer’s oversized screens.
Rocky Hopper communicated strictly through text messages. Simple instructions of picking up the bomb and a key from a contact he’d meet on the street, dropping it off in Detective Hartright’s office, and flicking the switch to let the countdown start. Said contact was never named, explained as being able to recognize Rocky on sight.
Oswald Cobblepot’s outgoing mail took a long time to be scanned and approved, up until a few months ago. Most likely he or someone who worked for him was paying off one of the officers in charge of the mail room. At first, the letters used an easy code of the first letter in each sentence spelling out a short command. Silence person, pick up this, sell that, mostly to one Cameron Van Cleer. As far as Bruce could tell, Cameron was one of Oz’ one-time cronies that - judging by the social media profile Bruce had gathered - had sympathies to the Children of Arkham. Oz must have entrusted them with a financial account, judging by shorthand instructions to buy and sell actual stock as well. No mention of Detective Hartright.
All of this would be easily digested, if it weren’t for the last line in the last letter to Cameron: Our fair lady will be reaching out to you.
The incoming mail told a similar story of back-and-forth mob work disguised as friendly exchanges. And then there were the others. Arriving every week or two, short and to the point, like telegrams more than anything.
I know you must be surprised to hear from me. I know I’ve been away a long time, but I’ve kept a close eye on things. I can see things haven’t changed since I left… Wayne Enterprises is still standing, to my surprise. But I can see our friends aren’t all gone. Can I still count you as a friend, even though it’s been so long?
-Your fair lady
Then, two weeks later:
I’m glad we’re still friends after all this time. I have so many things I’d like to share with you! Do you remember Julian Day ? He had a whole article in the Gazette on page 4!
-Your fair lady
Bruce checked the date against the Gazette’s webpage. Julian Day was noted for causing a car crash that ended in his death and the destruction of a popular corner restaurant. The coroner’s report Bruce pulled up noted no street drugs in his system. One patron said they thought they saw someone else exit from the backseat of the vehicle, but no other person was found on CCTV.
And then the last letter, dated a week ago:
We need to catch up in person. I’ve got a little place downtown above the Iceberg Lounge. (I heard Roman Sionis tried to buy it once!) I’d love for you to visit… Drop me a line when you can.
-Your fair lady
Bruce felt the impossible gnaw at him. But the strings he had were so easily put together. Oswald had been corresponding with Lady Arkham, despite the fact that Vicki Vale was buried under the rubble of Arkham’s underground catacombs.
She was dead.
Had to be.
He’d checked.
They never did find a body in all that rubble, did they?
Bruce tried to breathe steadily into his hands. His elbows were sore from the near-constant perch on the metal console as he read and re-read. He sank further to rest his forehead on his arms, breathing in the cave air as he tried to focus.
He saw that pile of rubble in his mind’s eye. Broken stone bricks were piled high in a seemingly endless mountain in the cool, musty darkness below Arkham. He moved through it, stepping on only the largest, sturdiest pieces to prevent an avalanche. Bruce climbed over a fallen column. The snakes winding around the stone seemed to shift in the light.
Even in the basement, he could feel the pull of the asylum on his psyche. The toxic energy that seeped into walls from years of madness and undoubtable abuse stirred down there like dust, swirling at his feet and seeming to stick to the edges of his cape. He tried to ignore it as he walked over the broken stone to the spot he saw Vicki last.
The opening she had tried to get to was completely sealed now. There was nothing but dead ends among long-dead bodies everywhere else underground.
He could see the top of the air-pulse weapon Lady Arkham had wielded sticking out between two stones. He reached down and pulled, straining against the rock until they started to tumble away; the weapon pulled free as if it were Excalibur, almost making him fall back.
His drone was too large to send into the fresh gap. He stooped down to shine his light into the crevice, dust swirling up to meet him and cover him in Arkham before could glimpse the gloved hand reaching up to snatch his cape, jerking his shoulder, trying to pull him down deeper into-
Bruce snapped awake, jolting in his seat. When had he fallen asleep…?
“Morning, honey-buns,” John greeted from behind, placing a cup of coffee next to Bruce’s elbow, “Rough night?”
Bruce watched a freshly dressed John lean his hip against the massive desk, taking a sip from his silly ‘clown juice’ mug with an expectant stare. He felt his mood sink upon realizing he hadn’t seen him since last night. He’d seemed surprised at the explosion interrupting the odd murder-game he’d made, but… He looked awfully casual right now, if not a little mad.
“I mean, I assume,” John added, squinting accusingly at Bruce, “you forgot to text me what happened.”
Ah. That explained the mood. “It was pretty long,” Bruce answered, his mouth tasting like old beef jerky. “I didn’t even know I fell asleep.”
“I could tell,” John teased with a snide little smirk, moving to sit on the flat surface so he could swing his feet in the air. “I haven’t seen you fall asleep in the suit before.”
The square cut of emerald and tiny amethysts on either side winked at Bruce from John’s ring finger, bringing Bruce back into the reality of the present. He pushed the thoughts of John’s involvement away, choosing to trust his fiancé and figuring that his mood was entirely due to Bruce keeping him in the dark. He finally gave into the urge to let his gloved fingers rest softly on the plum-purple corduroy covering John’s thigh. “That’s because someone keeps goading me out of it.”
John giggled, looking pleased. “If you weren’t so shy about mixing the other halves of our lives together, I wouldn’t have to.”
Bruce could feel the little smile in the corner of his mouth quirking up as John’s hand covered his. He relented in finally taking in some of the steaming caffeine John had brought him. The smooth bitter heat steeped into his chest, bringing him partially back to life.
“Soooo…Penguin, huh?” John craned his neck up to the monitor behind him, taking Bruce a little off guard. “Was he playing ‘Emperor’ in prison, or is it just another concrete jungle?”
Truthfully, Bruce wasn’t sure what to make of Oz’ predicament. “Hard to say,” he said, “He got out of the cell for a few minutes, but some of the prisoners had no problem with me fighting him. His neighbor certainly didn’t care about who he was talking to.”
“Could just be all that testosterone and sleep deprivation crammed in those two-by-fours,” John commented knowingly, legs moving steadily in the air, “Any fight gets ‘em all riled up! As you well know,” he said with a sly little grin.
Bruce remembered Zaaz’s fight with the orderly back in Arkham all too well. The orderly survived, but Bruce had felt the guilt of leaving him to fend for himself while he made the all-important call compound and sit in him for a long time.
“Could be.”
“Those little letters sure are interesting, aren’t they? I’m guessing you didn’t find the replies.”
Bruce leaned back in the chair, looking at the whole picture again. “No. He must have had an in-between deliver them. I know he must have had someone in the mailroom on his payroll.” He stared at the offending final letter, pulled up square among the rest. “That last one bothers me.”
“Right? It’s hard to picture The Penguin meeting up with a zombie in a club! Ha ha ha haa! Ah, doesn’t that sound like a bad horror flick?”
Such a silly thing to say should have quelled the thought still pecking at the back of his skull. It only left a bad taste in his mouth. Coffee wasn’t washing it away.
The smile slipped from John’s face. “...she is dead, isn’t she? I remember that pile of rubble looked pretty big on T.V…”
For a moment, Bruce thought about shrugging it off with silence. Or just saying that Oz mentioning her couldn’t be a coincidence. But John had asked the question that kept casting shadows over everything else. And if there was anyone else who could look at those, it was John. “I never found her body,” he answered, staring hard at the digitized letter, “No one did.”
“Sooo…there’s a slim chance she’s back in Gotham, then,” John said with a squint, pinching his index finger and thumb together in front of Bruce’s face, the emerald on his ring glinting, “I mean, IF we put aside the fact she was likely heavily injured and would have to hitch a ride back to the city, where everyone definitely recognizes her, AFTER getting out of the secret underground chamber and swimming back to Gotham from the island.”
It was the kind of thing he’d hear from him across the visiting table at Arkham. He wanted to believe him. “It’s still a chance,” he said, unable to shake the feeling he was missing something important, “If it’s not her, then someone’s going out of their way to convince us it is.”
“There is another possibility.” John paused to take a loud slurp from his mug. “He’s trying to throw you off your rhythm.”
“To what end?”
“Who says there has to be an end?” John shrugged, a smile on the corners of his cherry-red mouth, “If I was really mad at you - like, ree-ally mad - ‘you betrayed me’ mad - I’d do it just to mess with you.”
Even now that they were engaged, he found himself not doubting that at all. John sometimes enjoyed needling him for little to no reason other than getting a reaction. Maybe, if John were different… If their lives had gone differently, then…
He swallowed the dark thought down with coffee and a non-committal hum as the cell phone left on the console buzzed. Once, twice, and on the third Bruce finally deigned to answer.
“Morning, Iman.”
“Bruce,” came Iman’s no-nonsense voice, “you need to get down to the office.”
“I wasn’t exactly planning on playing hooky,” Bruce said dryly.
“A few of my old colleagues are here,” Iman replied, her tone sharp and stable, “talking to our security team. They’re going to have a conference call with a few of our other branches. And I have a feeling they’ll want to talk to you personally.”
“Great. That’s all I need.” He pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.” As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt he needed to know: “What are you doing there so early, anyway?”
A slight pause. “I wanted to catch the Quick ‘Fast truck again,” she answered sheepishly, “I figured I would just come in and get some work done afterward.”
Ah. The early bird catches the pancake-burger, Bruce thought to himself. “Right. I’ll be over as soon as I can.”
“Be careful,” she added, “they’ll likely put a tail on you after they talk with you here, but they might have one already watching the house.” A beat passed as he considered the small frame of time he might have unobserved. “I’ve gotta run. Any longer in here and they’ll suspect I’m talking to you.”
John set his mug down by the fabric flowers he’d made Bruce while he was still in Arkham. “Bad news? Let me guess – our latest wedding planner’s gone rogue.”
“No. Worse than that.”
“Good; Kimberly might not have much going for her, but after the last two…”
“John.”
John mimed zipping his mouth shut.
“The Agency is back in town. Some of them are waiting for me at the office.”
“The Agency?” Tiffany piped up from behind, “What do they want?”
“I don’t know yet,” Bruce said over his shoulder, “but considering they aren’t coming to the house, and are conversing with Wayne Enterprises’ entire security team, I’d say they’re waiting for someone to come in or out of one of our buildings.”
John was worrying the corner of his bottom lip as he looked at the steel floor, eyes darting over the squares like they held all the paths such a situation could go.
“John,” he said as gently as possible, putting a hand on his shoulder, “you don’t have to go to work if you don’t want to. I can talk to your social worker-”
“No!” he said suddenly, snatching hold of Bruce’s arm. He seemed to realize how frantic he seemed, because he quickly covered it by giving the armor plating a couple of pats and trying for a smile. “No. I’ll go. I shouldn’t…” The smile wavered. “I don’t want to be alone here,” he muttered honestly.
“We’re going to have to get you to work early, then. It’s that or dropping you off at St. Dymphna’s…”
Tiffany was already taking over the console, pulling up the 3D-generated image of the bomb. “Have you looked through this?”
“Not quite.”
Tiffany pulled away the layers of it, eyes traveling over the interior. The drone cameras had taken the pictures of the pieces, and Bruce and the BatComputer worked together to piece it back like a three-dimensional puzzle. He didn’t pay as much attention to its construction as he should have; he had been combing over Oz’ mail not long before and thinking about any other possible explanation than the one that kept popping up.
“So, you missed the partial left behind?” Sure enough, a partial print of what might have been from the middle or index finger was barely visible on one of the inner slices of metal, somehow not entirely burned off. If Bruce hadn’t been present for the explosion, he wouldn’t wonder if it was somehow planted for him.
Tiffany was already running a cross-check on the criminal database with one of her shortcut commands. “That’s not like you.” She squinted at him with a tilt of her head. “Are you okay?”
“I think the lure of the criminal chase was clearly too much last night; he fell asleep down here,” John excused for him.
Tiffany pulled a face. “I hope that’s not a euphemism for something.”
“He means I was distracted by case details,” Bruce butted in, “And I did fall asleep. But more importantly-”
“You need to go,” Tiffany and John said in unison.
John pointed at Tiffany in delight. “Ooh-hoo, jinx!”
“I can easily look into this,” Tiffany pointed to the rapidly growing list of names, “and still be on time.”
“And I’ll help!” John gestured to himself importantly, “Four eyes are better than two! Um, as long as you don’t mind driving me to work on your way,” John added, casting Tiffany a friendly look.
Tiffany pursed her lips in mock-thought. “Hmm… Alright. But only because I know I’m getting a seat of honor at your guys’ wedding. And this is a huge list.”
Bruce felt the usual itch to just take the important work with him. He knew he could only look at it at red lights, and knew he’d be thinking about it nonstop until he reached his office. But with the Agency back in town and speaking with his security team of all things, the sense of dread he’d felt last night was building higher.
Something was going to happen.
And for once, Bruce felt that he shouldn’t try to go it alone.
“I expect to see you,” he pointed to Tiffany, “in the engineering offices by 9 A.M. sharp. I want a brief in my office at 9:30.” Tiffany seemed to stand a little straighter, and the smile on the edges of her mouth became more pronounced.
“And you,” he directed at John, who was already looking bright-eyed, “better be at All Stitched Up Alterations by 8:30. And you’re going to stay there for your whole shift, go back to St. Dymphna’s with the others, and wait until I pick you up at 5:30.”
“Sheesh, I leave early one time to follow a lead for your case, and you act like I’m some delinquent,” John poked with a toothy grin. “I’d make a joke about detention with you if Tiffy wasn’t here.”
Tiffany wrinkled her nose. “Yeah, please don’t.”
John giggled at her as he brushed off his pants like he’d gotten them dirty just by sitting. “Okay, Bruce, I promise I’ll be good,” he half-sang, “but I better be updated during the day this time.”
John looped his arms around Bruce’s neck and leaned in to kiss his cheek, but his lips didn’t make contact.
“Don’t think any of this stops our game, Bruce,” John whispered in a low voice, the corner of his smiling mouth brushing over the fine hairs. Bruce wasn’t sure if it was the words or the soft movement that made the spike of heat in his gut. John’s lips barely brushed his skin in a soft peck. “Don’t make me sleep alone.”
Bruce felt John’s nails dig slightly into his back with the last word, and then John pulled himself away like nothing happened. “Have a good day!” he added brightly. “Uh, you know, as much as you can.”
His heart thudded with the small rush of adrenaline at the threat still burning against his ear. It was unreasonable to try and play this…murder-game Joker had established while Bruce and Batman had enough on their plates.
“I’ll be waiting,” John added, tilting his head to look at Bruce through his lashes with a challenging sort of smirk. The kind normally reserved for when he was moments away from being bound and on his knees.
Bruce reminded himself that this unreasonable, manipulative, handsome sneak of a man was who he was choosing to marry. He wouldn’t promise him anything; he couldn’t. But he wouldn’t deny him, either. If he was this hell-bent on playing, it was clearly important to him.
“I’ll…try.” Bruce heard the cape of his suit swish across the metal tiles as he made his way to the elevator.
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Author Notes: Finally, we're at our proper start, having returned to the classic TellTale formula! The Whole Nine Yards sure was a nice romantic break in the series, but things can't stay that way forever. (If you hadn't read it, no worries, I'll summarize for you: Bruce and John talked about their feelings and further built their relationship, boinked a lot, Alfred left again, and Bruce spontaneously proposed to John on a romantic sunset-lit beach.) I'm sure you realize that our return to base means "choices" have an impact again - for example, if you romanced Selina throughout and only befriended John, it would be her waking Bruce but John butting his way in partway to deliver his last whispered lines with a hug…minus the threat of sending Bruce to the couch, of course. Selina would then stick around to help next chapter as well, but only so far. A villainous Joker would have had made a real crime scene for our prologue and thus made his game a lot more pressing of an issue and a way more reasonable excuse to follow up on it. (No matter who he romances, Bats can't stay away from Joker's ploys.)
Y'all know by now that I love jokes in my work as much as I love making clues. Penguin's dead goon, Rocky Hopper, is both! The name comes from the rockhopper penguin, which is famous for it's bushy "brows", weird spikey mullet-like "haircut", and red eyes. We also have a callback to Season 4, The Tolls of Justice, with Iman's excuse for showing up to work early - Quick 'Fast (like "quick breakfast"), the mysterious food truck that eludes John and home of his coveted Pancake Burger! Apparently, Iman tried it and liked it enough to chase after it. Somewhere, in the recesses of my brain, there's a short story taking place before this where Iman and John hunt down the truck together… But that's for another day.
Next time, we'll see things from a certain bird-girl's point of view. After all, her choices matter as much as the rest, and she really doesn't get enough love around here. Until then...thank you, as always, for joining me on this journey! (●´□`)♡
#fangs of ouroboros#telltale batman#batman the telltale series#telltale batjokes#juce#the perseverance project#oswald cobblepot#bruce wayne#john doe#iman avesta#tiffany fox#vicki vale#lady arkham#the penguin#yes that is an alchemical symbol for a spacer#hmm I wonder who Penguin's neighbor is?
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The Dark Knight v. The Man Of Steel
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Ojm7Jai
by Connormcgranahan
Three years after the battle with Bane a tragedy accuses on the invasion of Zod which draws Bruce Wayne to return to Gotham along with Alfred and Robin (John Blake). A Government Agency lead by Amanda Waller and Tiffany Fox to capture Superman for his part in the Metropolis destruction but Lex Luthor partners with the Joker in their plan to turn The Dark Knight against The Man Of Steel.
Words: 527, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Batman (Movies - Nolan), Man of Steel (2013)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M
Characters: Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Lex Luthor, Joker (DCU), John Blake, Iman Avesta, Amanda Waller, Tiffany Fox, Jim Gordon, Martha Kent, Perry White, Dru-Zod, Lucius Fox
Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent/Lois Lane, Iman Avesta & Bruce Wayne, Joker (DCU)/Lex Luthor, John Blake/Bruce Wayne, Amanda Waller/Bruce Wayne, Jim Gordon/Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth/Bruce Wayne, Tiffany Fox & Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent & Perry White, Lois Lane & Perry White, Clark Kent/Lois Lane/Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent & Martha Kent
Additional Tags: Superheroes, Supervillains, Crossover, Action/Adventure
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Chapters: 25/36
Fandom: Batman (Comics), DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne, Talia al Ghul/David Hyde, Diana (Wonder Woman)/Kate Kane, Roy Harper/Donna Troy, Jessica Cruz/Koriand'r, Barbara Gordon/Simon Baz, Dinah Lance/Ryan Choi, Clark Kent/Lois Lane, Bart Allen/Rose Wilson, Stephanie Brown/Cassandra Cain
Characters: Cassandra Cain, Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle, Violet Paige, Duke Thomas, Barbara Gordon, Joker (DCU), Basil Karlo, Harvey Dent, Jonathan Crane, Carrie Kelley, Jason Todd, Iman Avesta, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Stephanie Brown, Cullen Row, Tim Drake, Harper Row, Dick Grayson, Pamela Isley, Oswald Cobblepot, Talia al Ghul, Waylon Jones, Doctor Cassandra Spellcraft, Garfield Lynns, Victor Fries, Victor Zsasz, Roman Sionis, Camilla Ortin, Edward Nygma, Margaret Pye, Lazlo Valentin, Ra's al Ghul, Otis Flannegan, Drury Walker, Julia Duffy, Warren White, Arthur Brown, Mortimer Drake, Clark Kent, David Hyde, Astrid Arkham, Bane (DCU), Kate Kane, Diana (Wonder Woman), Roy Harper, Donna Troy, Wally West, Garth (DCU), Victor Stone, Raven (DCU), Koriand'r (DCU), Jinny Hex, Jessica Cruz, Simon Baz, Dinah Lance, Helena Bertinelli, Ryan Choi, Lois Lane, Jon Lane Kent, Lara Lane-Kent, Kara Danvers, Bart Allen, Rose Wilson, Xiomara Rojas, Detective Chimp, Alysia Yeoh
Additional Tags: additional character and relationship tags to be added as they appear, The Final Story of Earth 803, The final fan story of GeneralIrritation, If you've been looking for a massive multi-chapter Cass-is-Batman epic..., ...then you have come to the right place, Now when I say "Slow-Burn..."
Series: Part 9 of Eight-Oh-Three
Summary: Fourteen years in the future, it will be Gotham City's past that comes back to haunt it.
And as Cassandra Cain ascends to the title of The Dark Knight, Bruce Wayne must reckon with what happens when his eternal war on crime finally ends.
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The Dark Knight v. The Man Of Steel
by Connormcgranahan
Three years after the battle with Bane a tragedy accuses on the invasion of Zod which draws Bruce Wayne to return to Gotham along with Alfred and Robin (John Blake). A Government Agency lead by Amanda Waller and Tiffany Fox to capture Superman for his part in the Metropolis destruction but Lex Luthor partners with the Joker in their plan to turn The Dark Knight against The Man Of Steel.
Words: 527, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Batman (Movies - Nolan), Man of Steel (2013)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M
Characters: Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Lex Luthor, Joker (DCU), John Blake, Iman Avesta, Amanda Waller, Tiffany Fox, Jim Gordon, Martha Kent, Perry White, Dru-Zod, Lucius Fox
Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent/Lois Lane, Iman Avesta & Bruce Wayne, Joker (DCU)/Lex Luthor, John Blake/Bruce Wayne, Amanda Waller/Bruce Wayne, Jim Gordon/Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth/Bruce Wayne, Tiffany Fox & Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent & Perry White, Lois Lane & Perry White, Clark Kent/Lois Lane/Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent & Martha Kent
Additional Tags: Superheroes, Supervillains, Crossover, Action/Adventure
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