#SELINA KYLE

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Adding some batgirls content, and Duke, because they deserve mundanity

They go to a theme park, sort of six flag adjacent. Stephanie complains about waiting I'm line, and how standing still for too long makes her feat hurt. But she keeps dragging everyone to the most popular roller-coasters because they're almost as fun as payroll.

On a walking tour of the Gotham City Art Museum, there are a lot of complaints about the lack of wheelchair ramps. Barbara ends up having to ask Bruce to calm down before he yells at a security guard. She's already hacked into their systems to schedule maintenance and construction of handicapped options.

The Wayne's being supporters of the arts of course have to go see the occasional community theatre production. While everyone else is snickering at the overzealous performance, Cass is enraptured. Everyone is emmoting accurately, just exaggerated. The over the top blocking and expressions help hide the microexpressions that bring her out of more "refined" performances.

Duke used to go with his family to work at soup kitchens every year, but since they're in the hospital, and the Wayne's are too recognizable, he assumed he wouldn't get to go. But Jason and Steph have been out of the lime light long enough to take him down to the narrows, with a little disguise makeup to keep Duke incognito.

(Including Helena because I love her, but be ready for some angst) Helena's relationship is a level of complicated that rivals Jason's. She was Robin, she was Batmans soldier, and her father died to save her. And she came to another world where her parents were alive, but they're not her parents, she's not their daughter. But they share the same fight, and she kept fighting it alongside them. It isn't until she's back in her own world that she realizes the fight wasn't enough to connect them. It's rare, but when she ends up on Prime Earth for a multiverse saving mission, she tries to have a normal meal with as much of her family as she can. Eventually the family looks a little more like hers. Alfred may be gone, but her parents are together in this world too. And on one of Helena's last visits Selina is pregnant, and her parents ask Helena if they can name their taughter to be after her. There are tears, and thank yous all around. Eventually, after little Helena is old enough for big Helena to give her advice, Helena retires back on Earth 2.

Sorry for getting angsty on a fun fluff post, but I tried to make it all touching family fun

Thinking about the bat family doing normal family shit and it’s just a painful reminder that they are still human people and humans are kinda silly.

Like

They go ice skating and Jason, 6ft and 225 pound, the Red Hood, is comically bad at ice skating. One foot on the ice and he’s on his back with his feet in the air like a cartoon.

And he denies it the whole time but his legs shake and he clings to the wall with white knuckles while muttering curses like he’s trying to spell his feet to work.

And Dick is just great with all his balance and figure skating stupid fucking acrobat bastard-

Or they decide to go see a movie as a family. It’s a horror movie, and they assume everyone will be fine because they see enough horror in their daily life.

And normally they would be, but this is a slasher. So it’s all suspense and jumpscares and gore. And Tim, Tim who loves psychological thrillers and can see movie endings coming from miles away, is suddenly clinging to Dick’s arm as subtly as possible because every scare has him tensing and trying not to yelp.

Or they go out to a carnival, with rollercoasters and bad food and worse games to win dumb prizes. They’re walking around, splitting up to do various activities, and Dick and Damian comes up to Bruce and asks him to go home.

Why? Because Dick drank too much soda, he refuses to use the bathrooms. He has an irrational fear of outhouses. And Damian saw one of the mascots walking around, a man in some kind of shitty lion suit with a vest, and is convinced the lion suited man is going to get him. (Bruce does take them home, but Jason teases them the whole way.)

Just silly things that show how they are people beneath the masks.

Love it.

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Hey remember when we saw riddler in the Arkham shadow credits but no riddler in game? Guess what we got in today’s update!?!

And it’s Wally too! And he’s already saying riddle me this!

Also @riddley-art it looks like the devs weren’t lying! Edward is helping Selina figure out her connections to the falcones!

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Batman: The Long Halloween - The Last Halloween (2024) #5

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she has a point

this was my reference image:

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Everytime I hear something about "Toxic relationships"

Relating to any Bat ship I take a step back for a sec because sweetie they fight crime, they are popping a boner if a hot enough villain smacks them.

Bruce had a hard on if he interacts with any Al Ghul. He has fucked practically every rouge. He came with Selina's hand on his throat what about it. Harvey drops his voice, thick pure Gotham drawl and Bruce is calling him daddy.

Factor in teenage boys and either half naked men and woman Alfred is doing so much laundry it's pathetic.

Like "TimKon is toxic" oh baby duh he saw Kon anger issues wrapped in a leather jacket and cum was in his leggings.

"Jayroy, gross Roy must remind him of his mom" yah babes most likely that's why if Roy drops his voice just sweet enough while fucking, Jason might blurt out mommy. Only makes him fuck harder.

"Dick, Kori, Wally, Barbara any way is so problematic, he's not emotionally stable enough for them." Damn right but he fucks like a god and eats pussy like it's his job, "he's not loyal" he is but also they take turns, they have a four way they don't give a fuck. They strap his ass and then cuddle him so much he almost forgot he was an orphan.

So toxic, yah but can't spell Bat without adding the shit.

Normal healthy people don't become vigilanties, factor in trauma, parent issues and a sick workout routine and you have all the heroes and villains coming to Wayne manors yard.

Don't need no milkshake they got broody features, blue eyes, and a nasty savior complex's.

*(damain, Cass, and Duke have excluded due to being a baby, amazing, and refuses to act like those idiots. Pick your poison.)

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۶ৎ FELINE FATALE: THE CATWOMAN MANIFESTATION & SCRIPTING PACK ˙⋆.˚

This is for the lovely people who want to manifest stuff about themselves or script this in their shifting script! this pack is a catwoman theme ⸜(��˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ enjoy!

𝐒𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒜𝓇𝓉 𝒪𝒻 𝐸𝓁𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝐷𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓇𝓊𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃

Your beauty is not gentle. It does not invite with open arms—it beckons with a slow, knowing smirk. You are silk over steel, a woman with hidden claws. They follow you, not because they should, but because they must. And by the time they realize they were never the predator—it’s already too late.

𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐥 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐻𝑜𝓁𝓎 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓈

Your presence is a place of worship—gilded, mysterious, untouchable. They want to kneel, to pray, to own a piece of you, but they know the truth: You are not theirs. You are a temple built for no god but yourself.

𝐍𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒞𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝒪𝒻 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒩𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉

Darkness does not swallow you—it wears you like a lover. Streetlights bend to kiss your cheekbones, shadows curl around your silhouette like fine-spun silk. You are a vision of midnight and danger, perfume laced with a promise, lipstick the color of secrets. And in the hush of the city, you are the only thing worth watching.

𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐦 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒟𝒾𝑔𝑠 𝒟𝑒𝑒𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝑅𝑒𝒹

Your beauty is edged in danger, laced with something that burns slow and fatal. A glance from you feels like the first sip of poison—sweet, intoxicating, and completely irreversible. They will crave you, knowing you are the end of them. And you? You never once warned them otherwise.

𝐆𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝒽𝒾𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝒪𝒻 𝒮𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓅 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈

Your beauty is not soft—it glints. Like the sharp edge of a dagger, like diamonds catching light, like the slow, deliberate curl of a smirk that says, you should have known better. They are drawn to you, mesmerized—until they realize too late: You are not an ornament. You are a weapon.

𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐹𝑒𝓂𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝒫𝓇𝑒𝒹𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓇

You move like a queen who never needed a crown. Slow, deliberate, eyes holding an unspoken promise—of indulgence, of punishment, of whatever you decide. There is no hesitation in you, no second-guessing. You choose. And the world simply follows.

𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒪𝒷𝓈𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝐵𝑒𝑔 𝒯𝑜 𝒮𝓊𝒻𝒻𝑒𝓇 𝐹𝑜𝓇

They call you dangerous. And yet, they never walk away. Your beauty is the kind that writes legends in the minds of those who dare to know you. It is a scar, a signature left on the heart, a lesson learned too late. And somehow, they always come back for more.

𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞 ✧ 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒟𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼𝓃 𝒮𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒’𝓈 𝒮𝒽𝒶𝒹𝑜𝓌—𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒞𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝐼𝓉

Next to you, the rest of the world dims. They may have looked elsewhere before, but now? Now, you are the only thing worth looking at.

𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐿𝒾𝓅𝓈 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒞𝒶𝓇𝓎 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝑜𝓈

Your beauty is a whisper before the storm, the warning on a bitten lip, the curve of a smile that tells them exactly what you want them to know: You are trouble. And they wouldn’t have it any other way.

𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝓊𝒻𝒻𝑜𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐵𝑒𝒶𝓊𝓉𝓎

They say beauty kills, but they never expected to meet the executioner. Your presence is intoxicating, your touch a drug, your voice a slow-burning poison. And yet, even as they fade, all they can think is—What a beautiful way to die.

𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐠 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒞𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒪𝒻 𝐷𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒

Your beauty isn’t soft—it’s expensive. Not the kind that’s gifted or inherited, but the kind built in shadows and sharpened by sleepless nights. People don’t crave you. They pay for the privilege of being close to you—whether in time, sanity, or pride. Your gaze weighs more than gold, leaving everyone who meets it in quiet debt. Your face is a mask carved from something ancient—expressionless until you decide to show mercy. You speak in low, measured tones—never loud, never rushed—because even silence bends to you. They lean in without realizing. They worship without being asked. They’ll call you manipulative. Dangerous. Calculating. Let them.

𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐭 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐺𝒽𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝐶𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝐸𝓎𝑒𝓈

Your eyes aren't windows—they're loaded guns. Deep, merciless, and always watching. They don't glimmer or dance—they calculate. They know. No one meets your gaze without feeling something coil tight in their chest—guilt, desire, or the quiet realization that they've already lost whatever game you're playing.

𝐍𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑅𝒽𝓎𝓉𝒽𝓂 𝑜𝒻 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒩𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉

Your existence is a secret melody only the sharp-eared can hear. Low, thrumming, laced with a tension that demands attention. Even the air shifts when you enter a room, charged with something almost electric. It’s not JUST about your immaculate beauty—it’s also about your captivating presence. A presence that cuts through conversation, that stills movement, that tightens throats. They are drawn to you, the way the reckless are drawn to the dark. Knowing better. Going anyway.

𝐕𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝒲𝒽𝑜 𝒮𝑒𝑒𝓈

You catch things others don’t. Shifts in posture. Flickers of doubt. Every glance, every pause, every barely-there hesitation—pieces of a puzzle they don’t even know they’re making. Your mind is a ledger, full of silent calculations. Who hesitated before shaking your hand. Who avoided your gaze a second too long. You take it all in. And when you speak? You don’t waste words. You know when to lace them with warmth, when to let them cut. Nothing about you is unintentional.

𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐭 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐻𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝓊𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓉

You don’t look for trouble. You just don’t move out of its way. And when it comes? It finds you smiling. There is no hesitation in you, no flinching when eyes lock onto yours and measure the weight of you. You already know who wins. It’s not arrogance—it’s certainty. A deep, unwavering belief in yourself that makes others falter. They fear what they don’t understand, and they don’t understand you at all.

𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝐷𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇

You are the flicker of red in a world of muted grays. A warning. A promise. A challenge. People gravitate toward you, half-aware that they shouldn’t. There’s something too sharp about your beauty, something edged with risk. But risk has never been so tempting. They get close, thinking they can handle it. Thinking they can handle you. And then they realize—too late—that danger doesn’t have to be loud. Sometimes, it just smiles.

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐱 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝒽𝒾𝒻𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝒱𝒾𝑒𝓌

You are never what they expect. Never what they assume. They think they’ve figured you out—until the moment they realize they haven’t. There’s a depth in you that keeps changing, keeps expanding. Every time they think they’ve reached the end of you, they find another door. Another layer. Another secret. You are the puzzle they will never solve, and they will never stop trying.

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐶𝑜𝒷𝓌𝑒𝒷 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐶𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽

They listen when you speak. They lean in without realizing, caught in the effortless cadence of your voice. Your words are measured, but they never feel calculated to them. They feel natural, like falling into a rhythm they were always meant to follow. And if they realize, somewhere along the way, that they’ve been caught in something they can’t escape? Well. That’s not your problem!

𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐹𝑒𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒞𝒶𝓃’𝓉 𝒩𝒶𝓂𝑒

They don’t always like you. But they never forget you. You linger in their thoughts like a song they don’t remember hearing. Like a phrase they almost understand, but not quite. It bothers them. The way you settle into their subconscious. The way your presence lingers long after you’ve left. They don’t know what it is about you that makes you so difficult to shake. They only know they never will.

𝐌𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐧 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝒰𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽

Your stillness is deceptive. Beneath it, there’s a fire—low-burning, controlled, but always there. And when it flares? It is not loud. It is not wild. It is precise. A shift in tone. A glance that carries weight. A single step forward that makes the air feel thinner. They realize, then, that you are not something to be taken lightly. And they never forget it again.

𝐄𝐜𝐡𝐨 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒱𝑜𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝒩𝑜𝒷𝑜𝒹𝓎’𝓈 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒

It’s strange, the way people bring you up in conversation. Even when you’re not around. Stranger still, the way they hesitate before speaking your name. Not out of fear. Not out of reverence. Out of something they don’t quite understand. Your presence does not fade with distance. It lingers in the mind, in the air, in the quiet spaces between thoughts. They don’t know why. They just know that forgetting you isn’t an option.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐦 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝑒𝓅𝓉𝒽 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝐶𝒶𝓃’𝓉 𝐹𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓂

People always think they’re ready for you. They never are. You are too much—too sharp, too intense, too aware. Conversations with you are a challenge, a thrill. A test. And they don’t realize, until it’s too late, that they’ve already lost. Because you never needed to win. You already knew how this would end.

𝐀𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐜 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝑒��𝒹𝑒𝒹 𝒯𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽

Everything about you carries weight—your words, your silences, the way your presence shifts the air in a room. People watch you, often before they even realize they’re doing it. Some want to learn you, some want to be you, and some want to break you just to see if they can. They can’t. Because what they don’t understand is that you don’t crack under pressure. You refine.

𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒯𝒉𝑒𝓎 𝒞𝒶𝓃’𝓉 𝒲𝒶𝓈𝒽 𝒪𝒻𝒻

They try to forget you. Some because they want to. Some because they need to. None of them succeed. Your existence etches itself into their memory, leaving fingerprints on their thoughts, their actions, their very perception of the world. You are the thought before sleep, the whisper of a presence in an empty room. Even when you’re gone, you are never really gone.

𝐎𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐦 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝒶𝓎 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝐿𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒶𝓉 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓂

Your gaze is an unspoken challenge. A quiet dare wrapped in stillness. It unsettles the weak, amuses the strong, and intrigues the dangerous. You don’t just look at people—you see them. And that is what keeps them awake at night, replaying conversations, rethinking their words, wondering if they revealed more than they meant to. Because with you? They always do.

𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒱𝒾𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝐿𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝐵𝑒𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒹

Some presences are fleeting. Yours is not. Your energy lingers in spaces you’ve passed through, like an aftershock of something powerful. Conversations change after you leave. People sit a little straighter, rethink their words, wonder what you knew that they didn’t. They feel the echo of you long after you're gone. They don’t understand why. They just know that you were there, and that means something.

𝐀𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐹𝒾𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒥𝓊𝒹𝑔𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉

You are not cruel. But you are not kind. Your mercy is not given freely, and your forgiveness is not guaranteed. People seek your approval without knowing why, hoping to stay on your good side without understanding what it takes to be there. You do not give second chances lightly. And once they lose your respect? They never get it back.

𝐋𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝓅𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝐵𝑒𝓉𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓃

You are neither here nor there. People think they have placed you, categorized you, figured you out—until you shift, and suddenly, they realize they never had you at all. You live in the in-between, on the threshold of things. Never fully within reach, but never truly distant. A paradox. A contradiction. A presence they can feel but never fully hold.

𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝑜𝓇𝓃 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒹𝑜𝓂

You do not need permission to take up space. You do not need validation to know your worth. There is something in you—something unshaken, something sovereign, something that makes others instinctively defer even when they don’t understand why. You do not rule through fear. You rule through presence.

𝐎𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒫𝓊𝓁𝓈𝑒 𝒪𝒻 𝒰𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓉𝓎

Being around you feels like standing at the edge of a storm. The air crackles with the suggestion of something about to happen. Something big. Something they aren’t ready for. They feel it in their bones—that sense of impending motion, that strange thrill of the unknown. And the moment they think they’ve found solid ground? The winds shift again.

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝐹𝑒𝑒𝓁

People match their rhythm to yours without realizing. They slow when you slow, quicken when you quicken. They adapt. You don’t force it. You don’t demand it. It just happens. Because some presences pull. And yours? Is gravity.

𝐈𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 ✧ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐹𝓁𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐵𝓊𝓇𝓃𝓈 𝒲𝒾𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃**

You are not for the weak-willed. Your intensity is not softened, your passion is not diluted, your fire does not dim to make others comfortable. Some people want to stand close to your warmth. Others try to smother it. Neither of them succeed. Because you do not burn for them. You burn for yourself.

[snow-bees]

Day 28: Batcat 🖤🖤

[dailydccomics]

Talia al Ghul and the Gotham City Sirens by Guillem March

[tis-i-soul]

Catwoman, you serve astronomically.

[mrnigma]

i suppose carmine falcone isn't as secretive as he'd like to believe, considering the riddler is plenty aware that louisa is selina kyle's mother (it isn't said directly, but nigma's usage of puns makes it obvious).

i can only hope that rocksteady expands on how close the riddler and catwoman were. they're obviously in rome together, as the 'catwoman: when in rome' comic is confirmed to be canon within the arkhamverse, which means that 'batman: arkham shadow' takes place during or before the 'batman: dark victory' comic.

they were, at some point, clearly close. though an interaction between the riddler and catwoman isn't directly shown in this game, the revelation that 'catwoman: when in rome' is canon makes it evident that they have history.

perhaps a relationship, which would explain their bitterness to one another in 'batman: arkham city' and 'batman: arkham knight' ?

[zephyr-ro-emenki]

PJO/Batman Fics, but a lot of the Rogue's are just Demi-Gods who never discovered they were Demi-Gods.

Like, Poison Ivy is very obviously a Demeter Kid, able to grow plants and flowers wherever she wants, with at most having to have a couple seeds in her when she's in locations absolutely devoid of plant life.

Depending on your interpretation of Bane, he can be a child of Ares or Athena, depending on whether you think Bane is more Strong than Smart or more Smart than Strong. There's arguments for both Godly parents, but I'm putting my pin in Ares.

Are you gonna look me in the eyes and say the secret society of the rich, powerful, and creative architects of Gotham who all get together in secret meetings wearing Owl Masks trying to shadow puppet an entire city because they view their wisdom as what this city needs ISN'T just a bunch of Athena Legacies and Athena Demi-gods? That isn't a Cult, that's just family Brunch.

What do you mean the literal Cat Thief who takes in every stray in Gotham isn't a Hermes Child?

Clayface was once an Apollo Kid, he just got subjected to the same incident as he does in Canon.

Same with Mr.Freeze, he definitely gives off either Athena or Apollo Kid vibes.

Do you think Ra's Al Ghul, a very obvious Hades Kid, who found a leak from the underworld in the Lazarus Pits, would settle for just any mortal to be the mother of his children, if he even intended to have children before realizing the Lazarus Pit healed him less and less and he needed an Heir? No, he would settle only for the best to father his children, and that's why I think He almost 100% slept with Aphrodite and Thalia Al Ghul is both a Hades Legacy and a direct Child of Aphrodite, in this essay I will-

[am-i-the-villain-co]

Batfam (and co) as Glee quotes (again)

*Babs heading out into the field with Harley* “I'm getting cold feet about doing this.”

*Harley dead serious* “Can you even feel your feet?”

——

*Duke discussing Margie* “And she changes her look faster than Bruce changes sexual partners.”

*Steph shrugging* “It's true.”

*Bruce* >:0

——

*Dick tossing his hands up* “Last week, we were too sexy, this week we're too religious — we can't win!”

*Wally holding a sandwich* “Now I know how Bruce feels like.”

——

*Jason being as dramatic as ever* “I feel like Eloise.”

*Roy pointing to his bathroom* “I have pills for that.”

——

*Kori before Jason stole most of Dick’s redheads* “Can anyone think of a name for our group?”

*Dick posing* “Easy, Hot Bitches, or Hot Messes.”

*Roy with a smile* “Free Beer.”

——

*Oliver abruptly leaving a JL meeting* “I have to bail Arsenal out of jail. He tried to sell my iPhone for drugs.”

*The entire JL* :0

——

*Bruce shortly after seeing Jason’s alive* “You're acting like a completely different person and it's making me sad.”

*Jason with that stupid black makeup around his eyes looking really emo* “Well get over it because sadness is stupid.”

——

*Bruce holding Selina’s hand* “And then, something funny happened. Something called love.“

*Jason with his hand over his mouth* “I'm gonna barf.”

——

[plausible-possible-perhaps]

Little Selina and Maggie

[seilnakyle]

Batman/Superman (2003) Issue #65 / Batman: The Long Halloween - The Last Halloween (2024) #5

Bruce once again hallucinating under fear toxin his perfect world being one where his is married to Selina with Dick as their son

[graythursday]

robert pattinson pictured reading catwoman (1993—2001) for wonderland magazine (2022)