#DC roleplay

[soulofabeasty]

It's awesome to have a demon mom and a shapeshifter dad until they BOTH give you 'the look', and you feel like you're being stared down by the abyss and a very judgmental lizard

[princexfgxtham]

So uhm... I'm looking for a Roy to talk to. Not anything important just as a friend, you know?

[the-blueprint-robin]

Mwah mwah /platonically have you considered adderall. Or Ritalin.

on another note would you be open to me hiring you to hold me at gunpoint so I finally finish a task

I pay well

DONT DO UNPRESCRIBED DRUGS KIDS!! and no, i haven't been diagnosed with anything yet but my youngest brother keeps telling me im "acoustic". pretty sure he means autistic and i dont think he actually knows what that means sooo

uhh i would never use a gun but i would be more than happy to tazer you, hold you at tazer point if you will

[spoilsport1992]

WHY DIDN'T HE INVITE ME TO THE SPLASHING TIM PARTY?

gotham rainy nights

i firmly believe in Duke doing silly things with his power

hiding under your dad's cape when it's pouring outside can be something very special + bat-rain-poncho, several years later

[grayson-dg]

TIRED UGH

[thebibliophilevigilante]

When it comes to getting intel, there are several ways to go about it. One could ask politely, or ask the right questions to eventually draw information from their target. There is intimidation, threatening your target and demanding the information in exchange for remaining unharmed. Then there is incognito surveillance, appearing inconspicuous and melding in with one’s environment just listening and watching.

The current session was the latter.

A raven-haired man with a blanched tuft in his bangs kept his teal eyes trained on the book in his massive, calloused right hand. His left swirled his take-away cup absentmindedly. He was reading words, but they weren’t registering in his brain. His focus was more concentrated on the conversations around him, and what information he could gather before his next patrol.

The first three rules of real estate are location, location, location. Burnley Brewhouse definitely had that, especially for Jason Todd. It was conveniently placed right on the very edge of Burnley, practically at the juncture of where Crime Alley and The Bowery neighborhoods started (which were all Jason’s domain). By day, the neighborhood was full of regular citizens, students and tourists. By night, the whole area was crawling with denizens of the dark wheeling and dealing for their own personal gain and vices while putting others at risk.

Jason brought his cup to his mouth for a sip, his eyes flicking to the counter where two men with heavier builds were waiting for their order. One had a rough 5 o’clock shadow, the other a scraggly, unkempt blond beard, both wearing holy jeans and beat-up leather jackets. He recalled seeing them once during a patrol a couple of weeks prior, skulking around by the Freight Yards. They were definitely up to no good then, and could offer him decent information in the present. The barista handed both of them a take-away cup, and his eyes quickly glanced down to his book again, his peripherals watching as they meandered around to sit at a table caddy-corner from his in the back corner of the shop.

“Terry was telling me about that new candy order he has coming in,” 5 O’Clock muttered lowly to his friend. “Said it should get here overnight, and we can distribute to the stores first thing in the morning.”

Scraggles ran his nails over his beard as he listened. “Loaded with sugar? Y’know these kids can’t get enough of their sugar.”

“He said it was everything needed from the inventory list. He said he has his pal Molly coming in to help with the shipment too.”

There was a small pause before, “How many donuts did he get and where from?”

“11 for the crew. I think he said they’re from Declan’s over on 14th Street.”

Jason had to refrain from rolling his eyes. Those two idiots were blatantly discussing a drug drop in broad daylight just as if they were talking about a regular candy store shipment.

He switched the book to his right hand as he snagged a napkin from the holder and a pen from the table. He scribbled a note to himself, writing the characters’ names from his book, followed by “PG 11, DL 14.” He knew his own shorthand; the character names were to keep up appearances. “PG 11” would remind him the drop was scheduled for 11, and “DL 14” would remind him the ship would be at Dock Bay 14.

His attention went back to his book as he brought the pen to his lips, teeth nibbling on the retractable plunge as he appeared deep in thought. He was about to tune back into 5 O’Clock and Scraggly’s conversation when the cafe’s entry bell rung.

His eyes flitted to the door to assess the entrant, and he froze. A young brunette with piercing dark eyes was glancing around, looking for a place to perch herself no doubt. She was breathtaking, and certainly unlike any other person he had seen come in to Burnley’s. As she turned to the counter, he couldn’t help the large grin that danced over his face. First he got lucky with the tip-off. Would he be lucky enough for that gorgeous girl to sit anywhere within his vicinity?

@rpwiththelilflower

[spoilsport1992]

Lol, it's always the rich people with the mob connections. SMH. I just have shitty dad connections. Oh shit, I am connected to the mob through Jason. I have become the problem D:

important family group chat discussions

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[giovanna-freshly-adopted]

Giovannas containment:

She had done perfectly. It had all gone so well. Her little trick with the magician, making him panic over a lost girl. He'd let her in. The tackle through his portal to enter the main house. She'd even stopped his summoning spell, or she thought she had.

But then that damn boy and his hallucinogen.

And then the devil himself appeared. And the mission was lost. And she knew she had died for a time.

Talon opened her eyes, her neck hurt. She sat up with a groan.

She was in a cell. White walls except for one large window which looked out into a cave filled with various... were they trophies? What the hell was this place.

Would Blackhawk come for her? If the court learned of her failure they may have him execute her. As she would deserve. If she could escape. Find the boy again. Kill him. She would see a lighter punishment.

(( @babsggordon @hinata-rosario-real @crimsonknightly ))

[helenawayne-thechesirecat]

Jason: I fucking hate Batman

Someone outside the fam: Yeah Batman’s a total-

Jason: HOW FUcKinG DaRE you! That’s my father you’re talking about

I feel like we all do this tho.

[the-rubber-band]

How do I go about finding a child

[spoilsport1992]

#SKILL ISSUE

Couldn't be me.

Btw, we need to work on the self worth or rather the lack thereof. (this is not optional)

I thought that I haven't taken a selfie in a while so I took one and remembered why

[ryzenshines]

Gothamites! Tell me who's your favorite Bat of Gotham of all time and why are they your favorite!

[kk-cats]

HEY DC ROLEPLAY TUMBLR. IF YOU LIKE ROLEPLAYING (i sure hope you do) BUT HATE POST LIMIT (as i definitely do, despite never having hit it) WOULD YOU GUYS BE INTERESTED IN A DISCORD SERVER ?? LIKE YOU CAN USE TUPPER AND STUFF AND CONNECT BUT IDK.. JUST. CONSIDERING IT if this flops i curl up in a hole and cry

[princexfgxtham]

Tim: What is it called when you kill a friend? Damian: Homicide. Jason: Murder. Dick: Homiecide.

[spoilsport1992]

Me, if they're hot, Bruce/Alfred/Selina/Kate if they're old, Tim if they're an ugly guy, and Dami will always be a literal baby. Don't marry him.

Comment if you think it should be someone else

[the-blueprint-robin]

I have art class with Damian and he has informed me that you guys have a cow. If this true? If so that’s so cool

ah yes, her name is bat-cow, Dami rescued her a while back

(glad to see Damian's making friends my god)