#Nourished by the Pit of Gotham

[phoenixcatch7]

GENIUSSSSSSSSSSS

Meat Marionette Thoughts

Y’know what villian I am rotating for this who isn’t technically one of Gotham’s rogues but the Justice League’s and other team’s? Vandal Savage. For those not in the know or are unfamiliar with him, Vandal is a 50,000+ year old caveman who has been several different people throughout history including Black Beard, Vlad the Impaler, and Genghis Khan among so many others. And in canon he’s been defeated and plans thwarted several different times by Bruce while he was trapped outside of his own time.  Now I am just saying that from Vandal’s point of view, every once in a while this creature- similar to him in the sense it’s intelligent, very much so, but also animalistically violent, almost instinctively so- emerges from somewhere in the world. Where it comes from, he doesn’t know, or even if it’s just one being or multiple. Sometimes the bat appears months later, sometimes centuries. But then there’s nothing for a few thousand years. No sign of it. But then, but then, this happens:

Now this isn’t Bruce’s father (See screenshot below) but an ancestor all the same. But that’s not important at the moment. 

No what I want to focus on is the fact that suddenly, in Vandal’s point of view, the bat is far more active in the following years. It’s suddenly awake and out all the time in Gotham, almost nightly. And suddenly, the bat isn’t alone and has something. Suddenly there’s several little bats running around, all focused on the surroundings of this single city. Suddenly, he has a good idea of where the beast disappeared to.

This Au is a combo of mine & @phoenixcatch7's and you need to check her out, she's amazing <3

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Sephiroth is accidentally summoned to Amity Park by the GIW who were trying to summon Phantom to capture him.

Phantom comes to his aid. Thinking he's a ghost due to his ghost sense activating due to all the mako in Sephiroths body. The silver haired psycho was at first amused by all of this up until the people in white started going on and on about how they are with the government and going to capture Phantom and do awful painful experiments on him and possibly make an army out of him and Sephiroth had heard enough. For a spit second, he saw himself in that child.

By the time he calmed down the only sound around him was the sizzling of half melted rubble and the crackle of downed live electrical wires. Phantom was staring at him in shock from the large glowing cage he was trapped in. The silverette was prepared for a lot of responses to the slaughter the child had just witnessed. Cheering, tears of gratitude, people calling him inhuman, a monster, but nothing like this kid. He simply asked, "Are you okay?"

This child was an enigma. Even after freeing him from his prison with a single swipe of Masamune he made no moves to flee. No matter how many insults or threats he made the white haired boy stayed. Appearently he had defeated the child in one on one combat and as a unattended ederich child spirit, Sephiroth was now his legal guardian. Usually he would be apposed but Mother was whispering to him in the back of his mind, cooing over her new grandchild and praising her son for getting such a good catch. If he were a lesser man he would have sighed.

Phantom soon revealed he had no where to go and certainlycouldn't return to his biological parents. His parents were evil mad scientists that attacked him once they learned what thier experiments had done to thier son. They wanted to study him in perhaps the cruelest ways possible. The "ghost zone" or "Infinite Realms" as its truly called was filled with his enemies and had no way to nourish his living half, but the living world had no way to nourish his ghost half aside from portals and harvesting ectoplasm. Aside from portals being both rare and fleeting, harvesting ectoplasm is no easy task especially when dodging evil government groups.

Phantom would have to find a new dimension to live in. One with ectoplasm readily available for harvest, but first they needed to tie up loose ends here. Phantom went into hiding on Sephiroths orders and the child quickly obeyed. The silver General on the other hand went on a warpath, destroying the laboratories and portals and the people who made them.

Phantom, now in his living form was saying goodbye to his friends and sister giving them wierd PHSs he had modified so they can communicate with him beyond dimensions (impressive) and portal guns he had made (again Sephiroth was impressed) so that they could visit him from time to time. He promised to send them the dimensions coordinates once they got there.

It wasn't long until they were in a dimensions they both liked floating above an outright filthy mako pool in some soft of cave system. Danny wasted no time busting out machinery and hooking it up to the Mako pool and purifying it.

This is, of course, when Batman gets a camera notification that someone is messing with Gothams Lazarus Pit.

Fic featuring: Sephiroth becoming a father mentor for Danny, Bruce being adoption blocked, Sephiroth agreeing to abide by Batmans "ridiculous" no killing policy and them making him pseudo regret it by carving the Joker up like a Christmas turkey. Hood got it on his helmets visual recording and he sent Sephiroth flowers, Danny casually vibing with the bats and birds until he does something blatantly eldrich, Danny asking his new mentor "if I grow out my hair will you teach me how to take care of it?", Sephiroth and Phantom just vibing, ptsd representation, Sephiroth seeing himself in this kid and deciding to be the savior that never came for himself.

[sofianycfrench]

I found my first attempt at writing fanfic from years ago, the dialogue is mostly based in the Mad Love comic, thought I would just share it :)

The first time I stood in front of the infamous Arkham Asylym I felt small, insignificant. Not just because of the prodigious size of the gothic manor but because of what resided behind those walls, the imminent danger they contained. I had just graduated from college, still a bloom of naivete and ambition I walked with a degree from the Gotham University's prestigious psychology department in hand, my head high and best smile on.

Joan Leland was the one to receive me, a young and beautiful doctor I must admit, with a dark complexion and raven hair, she was in charge of the interns by choice.

“Harleen Quinzel? I'm Joan Leland, welcome to the Elizabeth Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane”. With that sentence it finally downed on me that I as actually interning there, gosh I was so nervous I could barely respond but eventually I managed to find my voice

“Hi Dr. Leland, very nice to meet you”

“Please call me Joan, I try to keep a friendly relationship with my interns, this place is already so austere and cold that I like to nourish some warmth any chance I get ”. Leland seemed too nice to be at a place like Arkham, I still wonder how she managed to keep her sanity intact after all this time and mostly important her kindness.

“Then please, Joan, call me Harley, everyone does” and with a dazzling smile I uttered my first lie within our relationship, the first of many.

Joan explained to me that she always started by giving a grand tour of the facility. This was in order to help the interns get accustomed to the series of concentric labythine corridors from the get go.

The disorienting and mazelike atmosphere to Arkham's interior was intentional, engineered to confuse the inmates so even if they escaped their cells, they would find it difficult maintaining a sense of direction and leaving the building. This to me seemed ingenious and the more I learned about Arkham the more fascinated I grew.

“I must admit, I was surprised you wanted to intern here at Arkham, anyone who had gone through med school with your grades could ‘have written her ticket anywhere”

“Yes well... I always had this attraction for extreme personalities since young, it's what drove me to become a psychologist. Arkham's inmates are just more challenging, more exciting, more...”

“High profile?” asked Joan matter of factly.

“You can't deny there's an element of glamour to these super-criminals” . The look she gave me said it all, I bet she had heard the same thing from every intern at Arkham, they were all trying to cash on the extreme personalities that terrorized Gotham by writing a tell-all book and I was no different in her eyes.

We continued along the infinite hallways where we could find mirror walls showcasing the inmates cells. From each one of them echoed screams, mumbles, lullabys...  Arkham's very own score, with my seven hinch heels marking the tempo.

“I need to warn you Harleen, there's no other psychiatric facility like Arkham, the patients we treat here are some of the most dangerous individuals known in this country. They are not the textbook sociopaths found in your college manuals, and the reason why is because there's little to no real information about their psycoshis. So you need to be extremly careful and never take any situation or patient for granted. Do you understand?”

I noded, although I must confess, I kind of zoned out in the middle of Joan's monologue, something, or better, someone caught my attention. Behind her, at the end of the corridor, was one unusually larger cell with at each side two armed orderlies .

I approached, slowly but firmly ruled by my curiosity, till Joan's hand surprised me by blocking the passage. I looked at her surprised by the gesture. She made a motion with her head pointing at the red lign drawned on the floor indicating the safety limit. I looked up and the moment blue met blue the time seemed to froze and I lost myself in that ocean that so clearly promised to drown me. The Joker stood there, in front of the glass, silent, concentrated, looking at me like I was an exotic specie he had never seen. I couldn't move nor breath, I stood in front of him perplexed like a mirror while a smile gradually grew on his features completely transforming them. Right then and there I knew what death looked like and it was beautiful.

“The Joker” I whispered breathless, without even noticing I had spoken. He was truly magnificent, and even more colorful in person, his lips were a richer red like her favorite wine and his hair a deeper shade of green that no picture could reproduce. He was a Gotham legend, one that existed since I could remember and that guided me.

“Yes, the Joker, our most dangerous patient and one you'll never have to worry about” Joan said putting her hand on my shoulder reassuring. Like hit by a bucket of icy water I woke up from my reverie. “Why is that?” I asked trying to contain the panic in my voice that even myself didn't know why it was there in the first place.

“Well, we have the best-known psychiatrists coming from all around the world trying to evaluate and reassess him.” Joan lead me away from his cell continuing our tour through the Asylum.

  When I returned years later, the feeling of inferiority, of unworthiness didn't haunt me like before, no, this time what I could feel in the pit of my stomach was a bubbly cocktail of nervousness and anticipation interlaced with a subtle note of fate.

[jasontoddiefor]

Title: Death shall not rest on my doorstep

Summary: Bruce dies and suddenly Gotham, previously claimed by the Omega, is without a ruler. And Jason hadn’t planned to do anything about it, but-

AN: Written for @thursday-batfam-prompts ABO! Because I like non-traditional A/B/O AU’s so this is NOT CREEPY. I repeat: NOTHING CREEPY!

In-between all the vigilante occupied cities, Gotham had always been the odd one out. Not simply because none of its heroes were aliens or meta-humans of any kind, but because it was a claimed territory.

If you passed Gotham city borders, you entered the home of the Bat. It made outsiders vary. They weren’t used to the omnipresent feeling of darkness waiting to wrap them in its shadow. They thought of it as unnatural, gross, and downright frightening. For those who called Gotham home, the Bat’s presence was the sweet reassurance that someone would be there for you at the end of the day. Whether it was to welcome you to the gates of hell or heaven’s feather-light embrace, nobody knew. It was the reason nobody ever truly left Gotham. After years of living under someone’s protection, it was hard to move to another place.

During his training, Jason had spent a couple weeks in Bialya, first tracking down a teacher, then learning under them. While the country wasn’t a place Jason had wanted to spend more time in than necessary, Bialya was also one of the few claimed territories still left in the world. Its ruling Omega Queen Bee couldn’t be further from Bruce, but the weight that came from being in claimed lands had been comforting on Jason’s shoulder.

He had never known what it was like to live in free land. Jason had been a toddler still when Batman had started his crusade. He couldn’t even recall what the city’s scent had been before the Omega had torn through the streets, declaring it his city to nourish and cherish. In the course of one night Gotham’s fate had changed.

And now its direction had turned once more.

Jason knew that there was a difference between death and absence. He was the best example of what either did to you. Absence was breathing in and remembering the taste of something you were missing dearly. Death was defined by taking a breath, choking on glass, and wondering how you could ever lose something as precious as your heart.

Gotham was grieving, had been since Bruce had died - or disappeared if you were to believe the words of an equally destroyed teenager. Jason almost felt sorry for Tim. First, another little Beta disturbed the careful balance of Gotham’s vigilante pack, then their parent and guide died, and finally Dick proved incapable of putting his foot down properly, effectively pushing Tim out.

And meanwhile, Gotham was still in tears. Sure, there was a new Bat on the streets who could hit just as hard as the old one, but in the end, Dick was a Beta and couldn’t claim a territory. It was almost ironic that Crime Alley, Jason’s region, was the most stable one. Its people missed the Bat – How could they not when it had such a much more merciful chokehold than the Red Hood? – but at least its borders were still defined every night.

Jason stretched his arms above his head. It was time to get going, least of all some other second-rate Omega thought he could take what belonged to Jason. As he made his way across the rooftops, Jason stopped once in a while just to turn west and stare. The rest of Gotham whispered sweetly, begging for its Knight in shining armor or, perhaps as Jason used to dream so long ago, for a Robin who had spread his wings.

Bruce gave him a promise ages ago when the streets Jason walked hadn’t run red with his own blood yet.

Nightwing had made his home in Blüdhaven then, barely even a member of their pack, and Batgirl had sought new heights to explore. There had been no other children tearing at Bruce’s cape for attention, whether that was in form of an angry blonde Alpha, another silent Omega or two Beta Robins.

Jason had been a son then, the only other Omega. It had been logical that he’d become the next Bat and inherit Gotham. His eyes had been so wide when Bruce promised him this city, so full of disbelief.

The child that had died had been right to question it. Crime Alley was all of Gotham that ever should belong to Jason, to the Red Hood. The rest was the home of the Bat and a naïve, hopeful Robin dreaming of the future.

Red Hood couldn’t care for a city. His job was to keep it contained.

Jason’s attention spiked when he felt a disturbance two blocks further down. The Bat was halfway across the city, but he could tell that the newest Robin was interrupting on the edge of Jason’s territory. Jason wasn’t really able to pinpoint Damian’s scent. He was a child still, smelling more like a mix of his parents than himself. But Jason was more than familiar what Robin’s scent should be. Before they were even allowed outside, Bruce had taught them how to divide themselves.

This was who you were at home.

(Old books, oil, hot chocolate, lemonade tarts)

This was who the media got to see.

(Ink, money, gold, summer)

And this was who you will be on patrol.

(Hope, streets, laughter, the Bat)

Robin was supposed to be attuned to the Bat. Jason had buried that part of himself deep beneath the anger, blood, birth and decay of the Pit. Damian, however, still smelled like the Bat. Like a Bat who was out of his depth and should have stopped hanging onto Daddy’s legacy when he left this city the first time, but a Bat nevertheless.

What was the little brat doing here? There was no reason-

Oh.

Jason bit on his tongue until it bled. It was a bad habit he hadn’t been able to unlearn even after all the terrible lessons his silence had taught him already.

Someone was trying to lay claim on Gotham, or at least a part of Gotham.

Jason shouldn’t care.

He had his part of town, the rest was up for grabs since Jason distinctly hadn’t claimed it and yet-

It had been supposed to be his years ago. When he still recalled how to not only be the danger waiting to snap your neck but the person you ran to for help. The kids on the street came to him, they recognized his slang and knew he was one of their own – but therein laid the problem. Robin hadn’t been one of them. Robin was theirs, body, soul, mind. If you misbehaved, you’d get hurt, that was given. Batman and Robin wouldn’t be effective if they just gave stern talks. The reassurance that despite everything, you wouldn’t die on the cold and dirty asphalt though, was enough to trust Robin above Red Hood every day. As long as Batman had been there, Jason hadn’t needed anyone to trust him.

But now the difference of Bruce’s disappearance managed to tear a rift the size of the Grand Canyon in-between him and everyone else.

Jason hurried to his bike and raced to Damian. He wanted to see which idiot thought he could trouble the most lethal Robin to date yet and dare to claim his father’s city right in front of him. Jason was halfway there when he recognized the intruder.

Victor Zsasz.

Fuck. Jason hadn’t even known the serial killer had escaped from Arkham.

He was already driving way above the speed limit, the few miles more he pushed for shouldn’t matter. When he arrived at the scene, Jason first scanned the situation. Zsasz was armed, Robin didn’t have his belt, and a couple kids were standing behind Robin’s back. Oh great, civilians. Last thing Jason needed tonight. As soon as he jumped off his bike, even before feet touched the ground, Jason threw a smoke bomb in Zsasz’s direction.

“What the hell-?”

While Zsasz was distracted, Jason ran for Damian’s belt lying on the ground.

“Don’t let anyone ever take this from you,” he hissed as he threw it in Damian’s hands. “You lose the belt, battle’s already looking worse.”

Then Jason turned to the kids. “You, scramble. You don’t want to see this.”

They didn’t have to be told twice and rushed off in the opposite direction, disappearing into another street.

“I had it under control!” Damian lied, so Jason didn’t even bother with a reply.

The smoke cleared up and Zsasz didn’t wait for even a second to jump Jason. The serial killer was dangerous, but he had nothing on the teachers Jason had trained under. Jason grabbed Zsasz’s outstretched arm, breaking his wrist as he took the man’s knife away and used his speed against him to throw him on the ground. He crashed harshly against the asphalt, but that wasn’t enough to stop him from trying to kick Jason’s legs away.

Out of the corner of his eye, Jason could see Damian reaching for his batarangs and no. The last thing he needed was more knives in Zsasz’s reach. Instead, Jason let himself be caught and crashed onto the attacker’s back with his knees.

“So you get out of Arkham and the first thing you do is try to claim Gotham,” Jason said. “You’re not really that stupid, are you?”

Zsasz growled and tried to shake Jason off.

“Nobody’s taken Gotham yet!” Zsasz shouted. “The Bat is dead. Has been for weeks now. We all know it! I’m just the first to try to do something about it.”

“And you think you deserve Gotham? You think you’re strong enough to keep this city under your thumb? Don’t make me laugh.”

Zsasz’s face turned into a torn impression of a snarl and he tried to push himself up again, but Jason stopped him by putting pressure on his broken hand. Zsasz hissed and reached for Jason’s leg with his other hand, digging his nails into the armor.

“Don’t act so high and mighty now, little Red Riding Hood, you didn’t do anything either! You’re weak and scared. Barely brave enough to stick to Crime Alley like the trash you are- urgh.”

Jason dunked Zsasz’s face in the ground, but that didn’t stop him. He just kept talking and talking, cutting into Jason’s skin with his words just as well as he would with a knife.

“All dressed up with a Bat across your chest, but we all know you’re not really a part of their pack. You just take like the rest of us. Take, take, take and cut this city into pieces, but you don’t try to fix anything at all.”

“Shut up.”

He didn’t need to hear it, he didn’t want to listen to it anymore. All Zsasz should do now was keep silent and stay down like the scum he was.

“What? Little red afraid to hear the truth?”

“I said, shut up!”

Zsasz kept grinning despite lying on the ground defeated. Jason only had to put a bullet into his head and it would be all over. It would show him what happened when you messed with the Red Hood and tried to take what didn’t belong to you. Jason should claim Gotham to keep all the monsters away from ever touching this city again. Jason should let them rot in the same depth of anger and decay as him.

Them and the rest of the city.

He couldn’t do that to everyone. The rogues of this city, the ugly creatures of terrible massacres deserved to drown in the worst of Jason’s self. But the kids spraying Batman murals and Robin Rs should grow up in a better place.

“Speechless, Red?”

“You,” Jason said and injected Zsasz’s with a sedative. “Talk too much.”

Slowly he stood up. Tomorrow, maybe, Jason would regret it. The Pit would scream at him, and he’d wake up wondering how he could ever let the broken little Robin spread his wings again. But right now Jason was angry. Gotham was his city. The city they had sweat, bled and died for. The hell would he let anybody else take it from them.

No matter what you did, you couldn’t forget Robin. It was almost a little too easy to open up the cage he’d put the kid in and let hope, laughter and the Bat wash over him, effectively switching places with the scent of the Pit.

Zsasz’s eyes went wide, he looked up to Jason as if he saw a ghost. Jason licked his lips.

“Y-you’re dead!” The man screeched. “The Joker killed you! How is your scent like the dead second’s?”

Jason’s shoulders tremored. He wanted to cry, but instead, a pitiful laugh escaped him. He grinned, bright and just on the edge of unsettling.

“He did,” Jason said. “He took a crowbar to my head and didn’t stop until only heaven could have saved me, and it didn’t care. But do you know who cares? Do you know who wanted me back?”

Zsasz tried to push himself to his feet again, only to stumble and fall again in a fit of hysterics. Jason stepped on the man’s back, pushing him down.

“I said, do you know?”

The man sobbed and shook his head. With his hands, he tried to protect his face. Jason could feel Damian’s eyes on his back. He wondered if the kid had ever gotten to see Bruce like this.

“Gotham did. She called me back to keep this city from falling. So listen well and tell all your buddies: This city is mine. It always was, it always will. The Bat gave it to me and if you want it, feel free to knock on our signal and we will answer.”

“W-we?”

 “The Bat, Robin, me and all your worst nightmares.”

Before Zsasz could say another word or continue with his freak-out, Jason hit him at the back of his neck, knocking him out. Zsasz deserved death. All of Gotham would be better off with him dead in a ditch six-feet-under.

But murder was hardly the first thing Jason should do after taking Gotham, if it was something he could afford to do at all.

In the distance, Jason could already hear the police sirens.

“C’mon, Robin,” Jason told his Robin.

His.

It hadn’t even been minutes and Jason was already getting protective. He could already feel the headache coming. Was this how Bruce had always felt day in and day out? No wonder that Betas were usually the organizers in charge of keeping everything else running and Alphas were sent to defend their land. Jason had a hard time recalling a moment he had ever felt as cheerful and nauseous as right now.

But maybe his suffering would be short. Dick would kill him as soon as he got to them. Even if Jason would still have to walk Gotham’s borders at least once to finalize his claim, but Dick would be able to tell right away that this particular Robin had laid claim on the city.

He’d shout and accuse Jason of trying to be Batman, except Jason really wasn’t. The man he had grown up to be couldn’t be Batman.

But he still remembered how to be Robin. To look like he belonged in any street, crack a joke for the crying children and give them hope, and linger in the shadow of the Bat and support him.

Their city, their pack, didn’t need Red Hood to spread the fear right now. He could do this when their runaway Batgirl returned to be this pack’s Omega.

Right now, though, they only had Jason, and there was a particular responsibility that came from caring for a city. Mainly, that you had to love all of it. Every corner, every flaw.

And Jason could do it.

“Todd, what are you doing!? How dare you put your filthy scent on Father’s city!”

Damian had finally found his voice again it appeared.

“I’m putting a claim on our city. And I smell just like you, brat.”

“This isn’t yours-“

“Then whose is it?” Jason interrupted the squirt. “Zsasz is right. B is dead and everybody knows it. Unless this pack got another member with the ability to claim territory lying around, be my guest and let them take all of Gotham. Until then, Gotham will be dealing with me. Don’t worry, I’ll stick to your rules. Now, are you coming or not?”

Another second passed, then Damian got onto Jason’s bike.

“Did B ever take you ‘round the city and showed you how to do proper claiming?”

Jason could feel Damian shake his head.

“Then I’ll do it. The most important part is the visualization. If you don’t know how your home looks, you can’t draw proper borders. You know how Batman forces you to memorize maps before you go out? Imagine that but a hundred times worse. Every day he’d have me learn each street and then go about practicing it. I swear, the first time I managed to make a part of the Batcave mine, it was the most exhausting thing I’ve ever done.”

They covered all the bridges, kept driving until the sun was rising again and the newspapers began to shred each other apart trying to explain that it was their dear second Robin who had taken over for Batman. Jason enjoyed the silence of the drive. He and Dick would scream at each other long and loud enough once they returned to the Cave.

[qunpin]

speaking of creativity! can you explain the loudian and lou ul stuff? i think i missed it and i don't see any info on your pages!

 I LOVE YOU FOR ASKING, And Yes I can. I don’t have any of it on my blog its all on a google doc that I also haven't linked because I’m increasingly lazy! but yes, allow me to explain this whole lore. ( this is a messy breakdown because I cannot think )

The loudians are an ancient civilization of people to the likeliness of homomagis, they ( like other homomagis ) are descendants of Atlanteans. They originate from an island of  Atlantis and were described as a godless people,  a lot of the fears and negative rhetoric was shared among other atlanteans about them, this lead to a literal war act on the loudians and they retaliated. Due to that, they were then  exiled  to the land. On land they tried to fight back their way into the sea but no one  and I mean  no one tolerated the loudians.  Not even the amazons, before they closed themselves off of mans world, they also delved into these anti-loudian sentiments, and after enough convincing by the then King Poseidon, they literally enacted another case of war that was genocidal and murdered thousands of loudians. At that point they were , and it was a shameful history, that soon was lead to be nothing but a fairy tale [ which the loudians were the evil villains ] in both, atlantean & amazonian stories. 

what really happened is that the loudians went into hiding on a island which was covered by magic (loudians are homomagis  ). See, now the Loudians weren’t godless, the atlanteans just didn’t like their god. They believed in fates, there’s the good fates and the bad fates,  they believed in the dark sky, which is the bad fates.  Meaning, the dark sky,   a revengeful figure , is the god of fates that often go sour. ( which explains jaylahs tragic life ) One can say the dark sky influenced the Atlanteans and Amazonians to revolt against the loudians so it can simply have its way, and that was most likely true. The dark fates god soon became a symbol of hope for the loudians, and through out the centuries they wanted revenge for all the blood spilled by the Atlanteans & Amazonians. They slowly began to build themselves up again, create an army, and they will successfully attack again.

Lou ul is the name given to jaylah once she became the dark sky. I was getting bored of her just  being a gotham villain who sold drugs, so I decided to spice things up.This has been a plan for centuries, Jaylahs bloodline was literally infected by the loudians thousand of years ago, The dark sky nudged and pulled at different people to make them intermingle, Jaylah is a  homomagi-loudian who’s never experienced any of the gene because  the dark sky permitted it. The dark sky couldn’t have had a positive effect on jaylah,  It’s a fates god and it’s fate is misfortune, that’s why jaylah experienced so much trauma in her life that brought her to where she is and even her status in the media (which is also very important). The dark sky chose jaylah as a host, and though there’s been plenty of other hosts (candidates)  ( the most popular being Rae the destructive queen who actually never possessed the dark sky itself) none of them were capable or meant to host the dark sky. Jaylah was born to suffer greatly and die. And she did thousands of times. The fates god influenced some enemy of jaylahs to assassinate her, and they did. ( Blew her plane out of the sky ) To the media it was a mystery, did she run away? suicide? murdered? No one knew. Truth is she did die.Jaylahs dead body was then captured by the loudians and nourished ( in the worse way possible ) back to life.  They have this lake that’s like the Lazarus pit but 100% more detrimental to the body and it’s brain functions, once you die ( especially as many times as jaylah: which rounds up to a thousand times in 5 YEARS) it starts to take an effect and damage you. Skipping all the formalities, jaylah was trained in the martial arts * still never experienced any power* and groomed to defeat the tyrant queen. after 4 years of trying and failing she finally did. She went through a ritual process which lasted days and was killed again to receive the Dark sky in her body. She is a host. She always been. NOTHING in jaylahs life was accidental, it all happened the way it did so she can end up here. Her purpose in life was to be born, live, die, live, die,live die,live die, and live, to fulfill the plan of the dark sky.  

ALSO HERE’S THE GOOGLE DOC SO YOU CAN READ IT THERE BETTER.

[puppetmaster13u]

God I don't know if I want platonic founder trio or for them to end up in some sort of poly relationship lmao And I mean, as the child of Barbatos idea, lemme show this one thing:

He claims to be the bat that Bruce Wayne saw through the window the night he became Batman.

I find that honestly hilarious in concept for this Au. Like Bruce was just a normal-ish dude who happened to get attention from at least three eldritch god-like beings. (The Tunnels, Gotham Itself, and Barbatos) And like I am just imagining them trying to co-parent with Alfred but having absolutely no clue how humans work. Bruce has no idea. Does Alfred know? Who knows.

O h What if, like so I see the Tunnels and Hive as its own thing, but what if he had a hand in the marionettes? Like part of the reason they can't figure out what they're made of is because part of it is from his own flesh? Like of course there's also chunks that are human and animal and the Tunnels itself, but there's something else they don't know what it is. They can't tell what it is. And perhaps that's why they feed off of the Lazarus Pits at first- bodies made with the blood of a devourer of worlds, a devourer of the dead and dying. That of what the Pits are.

Love the idea of Vandal practically tearing his hair out because the bat keeps fucking his shit up, and then just??? Settled down to have a whole brood in the twentieth century??? Is the goshdarn apocalypse coming or something?! He can't think of any other reason there would ever need to be more of these things running around. This close to strangling the damn bat even if he knows it won't do shit to stop them. He'll feel better by doing so.

Meat Marionette Thoughts

Y’know what villian I am rotating for this who isn’t technically one of Gotham’s rogues but the Justice League’s and other team’s? Vandal Savage. For those not in the know or are unfamiliar with him, Vandal is a 50,000+ year old caveman who has been several different people throughout history including Black Beard, Vlad the Impaler, and Genghis Khan among so many others. And in canon he’s been defeated and plans thwarted several different times by Bruce while he was trapped outside of his own time.  Now I am just saying that from Vandal’s point of view, every once in a while this creature- similar to him in the sense it’s intelligent, very much so, but also animalistically violent, almost instinctively so- emerges from somewhere in the world. Where it comes from, he doesn’t know, or even if it’s just one being or multiple. Sometimes the bat appears months later, sometimes centuries. But then there’s nothing for a few thousand years. No sign of it. But then, but then, this happens:

Now this isn’t Bruce’s father (See screenshot below) but an ancestor all the same. But that’s not important at the moment. 

No what I want to focus on is the fact that suddenly, in Vandal’s point of view, the bat is far more active in the following years. It’s suddenly awake and out all the time in Gotham, almost nightly. And suddenly, the bat isn’t alone and has something. Suddenly there’s several little bats running around, all focused on the surroundings of this single city. Suddenly, he has a good idea of where the beast disappeared to.

This Au is a combo of mine & @phoenixcatch7's and you need to check her out, she's amazing <3