#DC roleplay

[teaching-walking-dead]

"Professor Nightingale! Catch!

[ Jason threw a bouquet of flowers at Nightingale. Before smiling at the man. ]

@taught-by-the-alley

[ Daniel immediately caught the bouquet with precision, and took a moment of breathe before sniffing it with a smile. ]

Why thank you, Professor Todd.

This is great timing, as I have a gift myself for you.

[f1nns-archival-survival]

*bites.*

Ow— What the hell, Nygma?

[lastlancaster]

Monster hunting journal, day ???:

The latest mayoral election is underway. Voting doesn't start until day after tomorrow, but already there have been attempts at some of the candidates' lives. All except for the Joker, but what did anyone expect? Who let this man run for mayor

In other news, the monsters near the Narrows have been getting restless. Some have been going straight for Red Hood, another mayoral candidate. I've been able to keep up, but I'll have to keep a closer eye on things if I want to keep what I'm doing under wraps. Which I do.

My theory is that monsters can somehow sense how 'important' someone is, and they can decide who to eat based on that. Theory needs refinement, but that's what I got. I'd ask Constantine to swap theories, but he seems a little... depressed lately. Probably related to his recent stint in Hell - can't exactly blame the guy. Either way, it doesn't seem like he's going to be much help until he's in a better state of mind.

I'm sitting on top of Wayne Tower as I write this. I can see Grant Park from here, and Little Italy behind it. I can almost smell the lasagna from the Bella Italia, that little diner Sal Maroni opened a few years ago. Say what you will about it being a mob front, they got good pasta. Overpriced maybe, but never overcooked. Maybe I'll visit after tonight's patrol. I've been in a pasta mood lately.

Mentioned blogs - open to interact if you would like, no pressure ofc :)

@jokerwithcrowbar @jason-t0dd @gothamcity-mayorelections kinda?? @gutter-mage69

I'm not aware of any Don Maroni blogs, but I'd be delighted if there was one

[belladonna-ismyfavoritecriminal]

Finally, a happy current event.

Take that, invasive species.

[ebb-and-f10w]

How to grow hair and dye it but not painful and make it super cool and mysterious-looking

no glue no borax

[super-clark]

Clark's not a very moanable name is it

Edit: OMG HOW DO I DELETE?? TIM HELP HELP!!! DON’T LOOK! DELEEEEETE!

[anarchythecourtjester]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE THIS MAN SO MUCH I WOULD KILL FOR HIM RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH (I know his legs look loooooong but his pants are just high waisted, that's why. I took inspiration from Jack Nicholson's Joker for it)

[todd-is-not-dead]

It’s always “What the fuck, why do you have an autopsy scar? How did you get that?” and not “Hey, man, cool autopsy scar, it looks metal as fuck!”

[jervis-in-wonderland]

I need to stop having skin

[kon-after-sundown]

I am coming to you, pretty boy~

-🐸

( @spicy-felix )

I'll wait with baited breath for you ;3c

[teaching-walking-dead]

[ Red Hood waited in the shadows of Professor Daniel’s apartment, motionless, a predator sizing up his prey. He’d done his homework. Dug through files, listened to whispers, watched from a distance. Gotham University’s newest golden boy had a reputation: brilliant, charismatic, the kind of man people trusted too easily. But Gotham didn’t *do* trust. Gotham chewed up good men and spat out monsters. And Jason Todd wasn’t about to let another rich, entitled bastard think he could play in the big leagues without consequences. ]

[ The lock clicked. The door swung open. Danny stepped inside, the shadows moved. Hood struck like a viper, slamming the door shut behind him with a bang, cutting off any escape. The modulator in his helmet snarled to life, warping his voice into something harsh, mechanical, dangerous. ]

Welcome home, Professor.

[ Hood continued stepping forward, boots heavy against the floor, the dim light glinting off the maroon suit and red metallic mask. ]

Let’s talk.

[ A pause. The unspoken threat hung in the air like a blade. ]

And for your sake? Don’t lie to me.

@taught-by-the-alley

[ Daniel turned his heel to face Red, A composed smile sat on his face, he knows what's coming for him, the ghosts whisper and they always tell. He knew he can't get away with being just the University's new Foreign Professor that long, eventually someone will catch up or confront him and tonight was that night. ]

[ He hummed softly, calculating and thinking how he should proceed with this. Red Hood, Jason Peter Todd, Second Adopted Son of Bruce Wayne. "The one who was given a second chance in life". Stood infront of Daniel, If they were to be compared with each other, Jason was far taller and bigger. Made him more intimidating. Made him have more power, Daniel needed to keep it lowkey. ]

Ofcourse.

[ He kept his smile, calm and collected, not showing a single sign of fear but also no malice or mock. ]

Shall we take a seat, Professor Todd?

[ He invited, his hand slowly pointing to the direction of the living room couches. In his humble. medium sized apartment. ]

[f1nns-archival-survival]

Sweetie honey darlin’ you have GOT to stop talking to and about your ex. It’s obvious you’re not over him. Go to therapy or somethin’ babes. (Maybe not in Gotham though… the therapists here are hit or miss)

My work insurance doesn’t cover that, but I’ll try someone in Jump City or Metropolis maybe.

[crashedsofti]

How to take care of your Kryptonian:

Keep them warm

Cuddles very much needed

Heatlamps for winter

Give them ample sunlight

Acts of service (do things for them or let them do things for you)

[belladonna-ismyfavoritecriminal]

Flowers Talk- A mini-scene of several members of the Poison Blooms

*In the lounge/office of the Poison Bloom's main base in Bludhaven. All four petals (the highest members of the gang below Belladonna) are hanging out. Belladonna is currently somewhere with Bast.*

Iris: So, what do we think of this Bast guy?

Sage: He gives mah the creeps. I dinnae what he is, but it's nae human.

Nasturtium: He's a good fighter. Ruthless. I like that.

Clover: I'd hate to have him on the opposing side. But I think we can trust him. The boss certainly seems to like him.

Nasturtium: Like him? If it's just friendship than I'm just a street thug.

Iris: I think its adorable. They're so obvious, but at the same time I think they're oblivious.

Sage: I dinnae, is he really the type o' ... person we want our Bella falling fer.

Clover: If she's happy, then I'm happy.

Iris: Who could be better suited than another villain? And have you seen the way he looks at her when she talks about flowers?

*She giggles.*

Nasturtium: If he breaks her heart, I call dibs on the first attack.

Sage: And ah call second.

Iris: I hope it won't come to that. I've been rooting for her to find someone. And now!

Sage: Ah suppose he's not the worst choice.

Clover: Bets on how long it will take them to admit it?

Iris: A month.

Nasturtium: 2 weeks.

Sage: At least a year, if ever. Bella's terrible at feelings, and I dinnae know if he knows what they are.

Clover: 3 months.

(Most of the other people in the gang also places bets ranging from next week to never.)

@cutelover76

[irl-batsignal]

everytime i see that apartment.

The Boy Wonder (2024) #2

@help-im-egg added the text and jason todd lmfao