#Welcome to Gotham

[violent138]

One hundred percent other superheroes visit Gotham in incognito tourist mode, super excited to get the full experience in most crime-ridden city in the world. They wait anxiously for their tour bus to get hijacked or some other disaster to hit during this highly ill-advised vacation so they can take pictures of Batman and help deal with it. Somehow there are emergencies but whoever it is misses every single one and emerges unscathed with an unearned "I survived Gotham" t-shirt.

[on-the-clear-blue]

Welcome to Gotham pt1

Inspired by Baby Birds and Bat Caves written by IzzyMRDB

Tim was always a tad strange.

At least that was what other people told him when he did something they thought was "weird" or "concerning for his age"

Like really, was following a girl he thought was a subject abuse home in the guise of having a crush on her to get evidence really that wierd?

His court ordered therapist said it was but she didnt know what she was talking about.

And he was right by the way, he was able to place an anonymous call a wellfare check, and he was proud to say that after a little digging he was able to say that the girl was safe with a foster family!

Though now all of Gotham Elementary thought that he made the girl switch schools because he was "creepy and stalkerish"

That last one wasnt even a word, he had looked.

All of this lead to him having a lot of free time and people trying to avoid him, and unlike what his therapist said he wasnt lonely, he was just feeling left out.

Such is the reason why Tim was now standing 3.649 meters behind Batman and Robin wearing a oveesized black hoodie with said hood pulled up, a bandana tied around his face his fathers old film camara weighing heavily in his hands

The camarea was something he wasnt allowed to touch, having a place of honor on the high shelves in his study, but with a bit of reaching and a small jump, it had ended up in Tims small hands.

Peering through the view finder, Tim felt his jaw slowly fall open az he saw more than just Robin and Batman in it, more than the glittering lights of the city, what Tim saw..

Was...

Magic.

Colors like a kaleidoscope swirled around the two of them, the darker and more neutral of them curled around the Dark Knight, like wrapping him in shadows and camouflaging him into the city

There were a few dark blacks and reds that clung to Robin, but the boy wonder was like a blinding star, shining with brilliant greens, yellows and blues as he adamantly spoke to the Bat about something.

Tim sat staring at the two for what felt like ages, only remembering to flutter the button to capture the two of them at the last moment, catching the two of them swing off the building.

After taking that picture, Tim could well..

He could see the colors around everyone all the time, most of the people at school was a mix of green and blues, some deep reds, but most of the people had dull empty colors, none of them had the same vibrant colors of Robin, or the browns and grays that hung onto Batman, he wanted to see them agian. He needed to see them again.

It took a few weeks for Tim to find them again, Miss Mac had almost caught him twice sneaking out and he had to wait late for his live in nanny to pass out for good.

Tim didnt put any sleeping pills into her late night scotch, totally not.

Once again dressed in his "Recon" outfit and the camera in hand, Tim camped out on a rooftop of a gastation outside of Bristol, it had high sightings of the Batman through the years and was a likely place for him to stop early on in his routes.

Set up behind a noisy fan, Tim heard a pair of distinct thumps, he was lucky, he had prepared to camp out for hours...

Moving silently up onto his knees, the young boy licked his lips under his tied on mask, raising his fathers camara, Tim spyed through the veiw finder once agian, only to frown at what he saw.

Robin wasnt shining as he should, the dark that clung to Batman was swelled up and swirlling like an angry storm, it lashed out and the dark blues and blacks around Robin lashed back out in turn.

Both were stiff, looking as if they had just finished an argument...

Tim watched helplessly from the sidelines, Robin was supposed to be bright, the Light of Gotham, and Batman waz supposed to be soild, like a rock...but both of them were not, and Tim didnt like it one bit.

He still took picture of course, even if they were fighting they were still THE Batman and Robin...

...

Three weeks later and Robin was different.

Not just in his colors which had gone from burning scarlets to cheerful reds, depressive navys to a brilliant periwinkle, it was drastic...it was different...

Tim loved it and was worried at the same time

Robin was shorter, gone was the muscles and tricky flips and spins, now Robin was small and had one hell of a right hook

Tim had gotten a great shot of the Riddler getting socked in the face...

But this all made Tim worry, had Batman replaced Robin? Was this a new boy? Tim didnt know.

And Timothy Drake hated not knowing.

...

The processional dark room his parents kept in the basement was a true blessing, the red light washed everything out, leaving the world in shades of scarlet. It was Tims little safe space, ever since he looked through the camera the lights around people had started to hurt his eyes, and the single color of the room was so nice...

Shaking the devolped photo, Tim smiled as he hung it up to dry, even now, he could see the static hues around Robin 2, he was less bright than the first Robin, but Tim was sure that would grow as he did...

Sighing as he picked up the old camera, Tim slowly made his way up to his fathers study, Miss Mac would notice if it was gone for too long after all, slipping through the heavy door of the dark room, Tim blinked a few times as he made it through the piles of boxes and items that had been stashed at home by his parents.

They sent things home from their travels all the time, Miss Mac had to sign for them all the time, he had never really paid them too close attention, they made his stomach twist and that pesky part of his brain cry because his parents care more for trinkets and artifacts than for him...

Tim had to stop and squeez his eyes tightly closed as floods of emotion swept over him.

He had done so well...why did he have to think about it, why did he have to think about them now, he had been happy...why why now...

His eyes stung as he opened them again, spots swam all over his vision for a few seconds, the dakrness of the basment lighter now, and while most of the spots left, some grew brighter around his vision

And some of his parents boxes were glowing.

Not unlike how people glowed, but where people had swirling colors, the boxes glowed with a bronzish gold

Dumbly stalking over to one of the glowing boxes, Tim set the camera down as he clawed at the cardbord, trying to get it open before the old tape gave way and dust flew into the air.

After a flurry of sneezes, Tim looked down at the box of ancient looking wires and electionics, most of them glowed softly, but what shone brightly was...

It was a cricle of chipped and rusted steel attached to a stand, brass sprigs attached a silvery mesh ball to the center

A old timey mircophone and broadcasting setup, it crackled as he picked it up softly, small hands holding it carefully as he lifted it up, the microphone had a golden halo around it, it was...special...

---

Two nights later, a small voice echoed out on a long dead channel of the radio.

"H-hello? I-is this thing on?" The voice was muffled, distant and quiet, it was young, far to young.

"I-I dont really know what i am doing but...um..." there was a long pause, the faint sound of papers being shuffled before the voice returned "M-My name is Wyvern and...I want to talk about well...everything to anyone that will listen."

There was only static in return, but the Silence listened, and the Darkness watched.

---

Tim started a radio show, kinda. He was only really talking into the microphone about useless things, about what he saw happen with Batman, the weird glows he saw around town, but today was the third day he had been broadcasting and he finally had something more interesting to talk about!

Plopping his school bag down by his door, Tim trudged through his dirty room, kicking his clothes out of his way as he made it over to his desk, once covered with homework, but now held his set up.

Climbing up onto his chair, Tim worried his bottom lip as he flipped through his prewritten pages, he needed to sound more adult, more professional.

Clearing his throat a few times before he clicked the old broadcaster on, Tim waited till the small light blinked green, smiling Tim started his written intro.

"The lights flicker off, and the moon casts its lights down on the city, men like rats scurry under its rays, something is afoot tonight. Something calls out, and hopefully, you listen, Good Evening Gotham, I am your host Wyvern," Tim felt a rush as he got through his script wirhout stuttering, he was almost lightheaded, and lights swirled in his vision, "Tonight I have more than my usual broadcast, I have seen something, I have been made witness to plans of wickedness that i can not stand for."

Breathing was hard for Tim as he slowly spoke, his body felt cold and strange but he had to finish...

"This is a message to the citys protector, to our Lady Gotham's Dark Knight, the one who does riddles has plans of harm, and she bids you to heed this warning, He shall be found where Sterling meets Beck along the twisting turns of her streets..."

As the last words slipped from Tim's mouth, he felt like a marionette with its strungs cut, his limbs were heavy and his body ached, he was corvered in a cold sweat.

Why did he talk about that? He didnt mean to talk about that, he didnt know anything about the Riddler...he was going to talk about...w-what was he going to talk about...

Drawing in a deep breath, Tim drew himself up slowly, "S-Sorry listeners, um, d-dont know what that was all about um...L-Let me catch my breath ugh...h-heres some music..."

Fumbling around for a moment, Tim pulled out his Ipod, turning the volume up, Tim hit shuffle on it as he struggled to pull himself together.

---

John Constantine grimaced as he heard tinny music pour our from the small radio sat on a side table by his chair, the cigarette between his lips staying unlit as he leaned back into the stiff cushions.

As much as he tried not to care, the kid on the otherside of the radio had started to worry him, he clearly didnt know what he was doing and tonight was proof of that, what ever he was using had magic and was sending it out in droves...

Tonights "episode" was thankfully not that bad, simply invoking a city spirit as its host isnt something that could kill him, but it was still worrying that said spirit was Gotham, where Gotham was involed, it attack dog not far after it.

Eyes flicking between the radio and his phone by it, John gave a grumble as he grabbed it, flipping it open, he punched in a series of numbers knowing he was opening a can of worms...

Or in this case. Bats.

[that-sea-sponge]

New Villain Orientation

Batman introducing his kids to the new villain in town. "So, the smiley one there is Nightwing. He sees visions of the future and parallel realities. You can imagine how useful this is for this job. The grumpy one next to him, I know you can't see his face, but he's sneering, that's Red Hood. His corpse was dropped into a mystical chemical pool and now he heals super fast and can sometimes manifest sharp objects from fuck if I know where. Over there? That's Red Robin. Don't make the joke - that man already knows everything about you, your mother, and your unborn children. He'll literally be everywhere you are and inside your head for the rest of your life. Finally...the little one is Robin. He's...he's me, but without the friendliness and moral center. So! Welcome to Gotham. Who do you want to hit first?"

[evilminji]

Ooo do you have any more thoughts on Gotham street food? <3

Oh HECK YEAH I do! Imagine New York food truckers if they somehow got MORE feral.

What you got to understand? Is unlike the "safety" (if you can call it that) of an actual shop? The street vendors are out there with the goons, rouges, gangs, vigilantes, and most dangerous group of all... Cops. The city is COATED in not just biohazards but also corruption.

But you? You gotta feed your family, man. You gotta sell these fuckin tamales.

Your Abuela worked long and hard to make these tamales. She's old as hell. She should be RETIRED. But she moved COUNTRIES, to the city that God clearly hates personally, to help you and your wife get this crazy "restaurant" idea off the ground.

You can't afford SHIT yet. But you have a cart. Eventually, with word of mouth and good enough sales, you'll have a truck. Then a little hole in the wall. Might even make it. Leave your kids a proper restaurant.

BUT!

That's ONLY? If these FUCKERS, don't destroy your cart. You bribe the cops. Give goon discounts. Play nice with the Rouges. Avoid attacks when you can. But you? You have a gas mask and a gun you DEFINITELY are not supposed to own.

This shitty little cart is your FUTURE. Your main source of income. Holds the hard work of your whole family. Is putting your kids through school and paying rent on your tiny, crude apartment.

You took out the best life insurance you could AFFORD on yourself and if you have to choose between this cart and dying?

Square up, fuckers. It's the cart. Because the cart will feed your kids.

And you? Are one of many. Every cart and truck and hole in the wall little grease trap in this CITY? Just like you. Fear takes energy you can't afford to spare. You got shit to do and if you're not gonna die today, you're not gonna use any of the finite rations of emotional energy you got on it. You save THAT for family.

Eating in this city? Open air? Takes God only knows how much off your lifespan. But it's what they all got. Some days are better then others. Somedays your food will micro-dose you on fear gas. Others on whatever Ivy pumped into the sky. Sometimes it's gasses of the swamp. Or mist of the harbor, God help us all.

Anyone SMART would choose nothing but sealed packages and heavy duty air filters in a closed off eating area. But who can afford that? This is Gotham. They might die tomorrow anyway. So eat the gyros that make you hallucinate shrimp colors. Those fries that make you hear God. Did they taste good?

Then leave a fuckin' yelp review. They need the food traffic.

[evilminji]

Oooh you could go a lot of ways with this one? Starting with: For Whomst? What age range? Economic circles? He's both secretly Phantom, OPENLY a Fenton, AND from Amnity (a well known but also not so well known madhouse). He's more then qualified to teach fancy pants business people and rich folks, make himself a cushy living... but WOULD he?

But ALSO would he REFUSE? He might offer "packages" like, for X amount you come to the gym and get classes, for Y you get the ☆~Fancy Deluxe~☆ I come to YOU classes for you and your specialist of baby spawns/heirs to your self proclaimed empires, and on Z or W days I do charity classes?

I could see him GLEEFULLY hiring Ex-Goons? Folks who WANT to do better with their life but look... Rough(tm) and are at risk of falling back into crime to pay the bills. He's befriended TONS of his ex-rouges! These guys haven't even tried to kill him! Plus, they are Gotham natives and know how to Survive Gotham. Specifically the ROUGE and Crime side of Gotham. Very important.

Could see him helping save up for a community/business center. Joining up with other Amity folks who want to start their own classes or businesses. Who BETTER to have as neighbors then people who GET Amnity Weirdness and won't call the cops? Paulina DEF has a finishing school. But like? The kind you go too to learn to be a femme fatale/terrifying business lady. (Here how you weaponize your nails! How not to mix up your lipstick tazer and ACTUAL lipstick. How to fight in heels, with special guest Mr Fenton.)

Whole ass building is probably BOMB PROOF. That's Fenton-Fouley Tech, baby! Safety guaranteed or somebody WILL be hospitalized! Probably not us... but SOMEBODY!

Is everyone in that building both probably some sort of Meta and ABSOLUTELY insane? Unquestionably. But are they in a criminal organizations pocket? Nope! Is the place GENUINELY SAFE to send yourself or your kids? Yep! Can a Rouge GET to you or your kids while you're there? HA! Good fuckin' LUCK! It's like standing in a vaguely futuristic bunker!

Needless to say, Batman is having kittens over this and business is booming. Gothamites are Pretty Damn Sure this is some sort of.... cult maybe? New gang? Long con trap? Fuck if they know, but they are gonna milk it for as long as the can for all it is worth! Nothing ever GENUINELY GOOD happens in Gotham.

But hey, at least these guys are territorial enough to drive of Rouge attacks! Fffffuck the Joker! Beat his ASS, MR. FENTON! Woooooo! GO FOR THE KNEES! Make him EAT THEM!

Short DPXDC Prompts #661

Danny gets a job in Gotham as a Self Defense instructor.

[dannyphannypack]

college is supposed to be a new start for danny: one in which his “work” life and personal life stay strictly separate. but when danny moves into his new gotham university dorm for the upcoming semester, his hopes are dashed. gotham is overflowing with lost souls, and they won’t leave him alone long enough for him to finish his damn physics homework.

when mr. and mrs. wayne offer him refuge in their old study, danny thinks he’d be stupid not to take it. he wasn’t expecting their house to still be inhabited, but whatever. he can blend into the background. he’ll do anything for some peace and quiet.

now if only he can convince martha to stop trying to out him to the rest of the family.

[havendance]

Anyway, my proposal for a run on Detective Comics where I write a series of one-shot stories showcasing all of the various supporting cast Batman has accumulated with stories, including, but not limited to:

Batman invites Nightwing to Gotham to help him solve a murder. The murder is very straightforward and they dance around the real reason Bruce invited him, until at the end, he finally admits in a constipated Bruce way that it's the anniversary of him adopting Dick and he wanted to spend time with him.

Huntress and Robin (Tim Drake) team up to investigate Killer Croc. It turns out he's turning over a new leaf in the sewers near the Marina. Huntress is dubious, but Robin convinces her to give him a chance, though she says she'll be watching him. We re-canonize Joker: Last Laugh.

Damian and Duke team up to take on a street-racing operation--a mission that naturally requires them to do some high adrenaline racing together.

The Riddler gets on social media with a plot that involves lots of puzzles and clues all over Gotham. Oracle taps into old members of "We are Robin" to take it down.

Batgirl (Stephanie Brown) and Batman end up on the same missing persons case. With the pressure on to find the missing child, they snipe at each other as tensions rise. In the end, after saving the kid, Bruce sort of kind of apologizes in a Bruce way and expresses some measure of respect for her.

Jason teams up with Ghostmaker to take on, idk, one of the Clayfaces. Does Gotham still have one of those? I haven't read any comics ghostmaker's in yet, but from I've heard it sounds like they'd have an interesting dynamic. Jason gets flashbacks to digging his way out of his grave.

Luke Fox recruites Harper Row (She does engineering stuff right? I also need to read comics she has a significant role in.) They take some new tech for a joyride and go bother the Penguin.

Batgirl (Cassandra Cain) and Azrael team up to take down Mad Hatter. He probably has some elaborate Alice in Wonderland theming going on that neither of them get. (I think neither of them should have read it.)

Batwoman and Catwoman team up to steal back some Kane family heirlooms, possibly from Jacob Kane (What's his and Kate's relationship looking like anyway?), possibly from someone else.

Gotham Girl and somebody. Me advancing my Cass & Claire agenda Possibly Oracle trying to rehabilitate her in that controlling yet well-intentioned way she has sometimes? Someday, I will get to being more up to date on what Claire's status quo in current comics is.

A handful of representatives from Gotham's various crime families get together in the backroom of a bar somewhere. They play poker and exchange stories of being busted by the various bat-affiliated vigilantes in which they are very scary and almost inhuman. It ends with Batgirl (Cass) busting in and beating them up.

Helena Bertinelli takes a gig as a substitute teacher at Gotham Academy. She teams up with Maps & other supporting cast when Mr Freeze takes the school hostage while trying to escape the police.

[nix-vulpis]

I don't know how I ended up here, but I'm vibing with this. 😎

A whole new world I've discovered, and what an amazing discovery it was 🥺🥹

I'm here for more Peter in the DC universe with the Bat Fam (and if we have Dick as Peter's dad, oh, it’s game on!!). ❤️

[nelkcats]

Friendless

After being pestered by Tim about not having any friends (Apparently: Bizarro, your brother's exes, family friends, your dad's friends/exes and your exes didn't count), Jason was determined to make a friend.

But it was extremely difficult since most of Gotham knew him as "Red Hood, the Crime lord" or "The reincarnation of Jason Todd" (Jason still didn't know how they came to the latter conclusion, idiots or geniuses?).

So he decided to look for someone who didn't know anything about Gotham or moved recently to the city but it was impossible to tell! Tired of his fruitless search, he ordered drinks at the new bar that opened recently.

And while he was drinking he met his first friend! (Or well, the first friend he had made on his own and without outside influences, fuck you Tim); Danny Nightingale was a strange boy, with a lot of resistance to alcohol and who had recently moved. Jason was 80% sure that he was a meta or another creature since he didn't show up in the photos.

But that didn't matter! It was time to show off to the family his new best friend! (And show them that he can make friends!) Not Steph, not Barbara, Danny. On the other hand, the halfa was quite confused but glad that the people of Gotham were so nice and friendly, Jason seemed like a nice person, and maybe it was time to widen his friendship circle beyond Sam & Tucker.

[rey-129-fan]

Well, it's been a while since I've posted any fanfic... Let's change that.

Good news! I'm not dead! My brain did try to get me to do things that could unalive myself for a bit, and then I lost nearly an entire side of my family over the span of 3 years, but I'm still here and still kicking! And I have two new puppies who are adorable and so loving.

Now for this story, this is inspired by a few posts I saw on @theglamorousferal, mostly the one about Amity Parkers going to college in Gotham and buying a hotel (I'm making it a co-op student house, but I've never lived in one, so if something's unacceptably wrong, tell me, if not, artistic license), but also the one where our main Trio buy a building to set up shop there, and wind up adopted my Jason (I swear, I saw that post after I wrote the first chapter, but it just fit so well).

***

Honestly, Amity Park was weird long before the Fentons moved there- the original settlers named the nearby lake Eerie, and it wasn’t after the Great Lake.  It’s just that before the Fentons’ machine punched a hole through reality and created a permanent doorway to the land of spirits and ghosts, the weirdness was not as blatant.

Prior to that, Amity Parkers were some of the few that could move to Gotham without suffering a breakdown that was common for new arrivals.  Now there was a slight dip in newcomers for about a decade or two after the Bat made his debut and then the crazies that followed him, but then Amity Parkers got used to the spirits of the dead wandering around following the aforementioned punching through reality.

All this to say that Gotham Universities were a rather common destination for young Amity Park adults seeking higher education.

Now because of this, there were always apartments advertising themselves for people from the small town.  They, after all, tended to not have a breakdown after their fifth rogue attack and just pack up and leave halfway through their lease.  But it got very annoying having to sift through all the advertisements when looking for a place to stay- something Danny Fenton saw his older sister go through when she got in to Gotham City University.  The boy then shared what he was witnessing with his two best friends- Tucker Foley and Sam Manson.  Tucker offered to help filter out the spam, which Danny’s sister Jazz thanked him for but turned down.  Sam… Sam instead got thinking.

Sam had been to Gotham a few times in her life.  She had an idea of the areas closest to the schools and how much those should cost.  And looking at the letters Jazz was getting, the offers were a little too high for a regular college student to afford.  Sam was also familiar with how many hotels were not being used in Gotham- people building them in hopes tourists would come to stay while visiting the East Coast, tourists that could not be convinced to visit due to the high crime rate and the lack of activities or places of interest in the city itself.

She quickly went to work, looking in to these empty hotels.  She was rather upset by their numbers and put together a spreadsheet of them, with details like number of rooms, any amenities they may have, and nearby landmarks.  She then grabbed her two dorks and marched to Casper High’s Community Outreach director.

Now Sam’s presentation raised a few eyebrows, mostly because it was in a completely different state, but Sam shot back that because of the efforts to incorporate the town’s new ghostly residents and provide them with helpful ways to feed their obsessions- efforts led by the Fenton family- Amity Park had very few homeless, and those that were had a huge community safety net to help them get back on their feet.  Additionally, with how many people moved between the city and the town, helping the city could be argued to also be helping the town.

The Outreach Director just sighed and gave Same the green light to at least draft and send out a proposal to the powers that be in Gotham, saying that there wasn’t much that could be done before they got backing and approval.  Sam thanked them before leaving, Danny and Tucker trailing behind.

She was back the next day with a draft of her proposal and a list of who to send it to.

***

Since returning from the dead in the eyes of the public, Jason Todd was often contacted by groups trying to use the Wayne fortune to fund their own personal projects.  They thought Jason would be the easiest to con- sorry, persuade- since he was a former street kid unlike the rest of his family.  Thus surely he would know just how much this new building with low income housing would help the people of Gotham- it even came with a pool and gym!

Yeah, he did know how much the people of Gotham needed housing, but $2K a month was not affordable when you’re barely making $30K a year!  Oh and the pool and gym were only available for those who could shell out an additional $2K a month.  Jason knows, he read the whole document carefully.

God, sometimes it was hard to tell who was worse, the psychos in Blackgate or real estate investors.  And sadly, he couldn’t just pop a bullet in their heads and be done with it because 1) it would raise too many questions and 2) it would make Bruce get all sad and mopey- again.  Jason just did not have the mental energy to put up with that on top of the rest of his life as a crimelord/vigilante/long-lost adoptive second son of a billionaire.

All this to say, he was not impressed when he first glanced over a proposal to convert the unused hotels around the city into housing units- especially since it was from someone that did not live in Gotham.

Manson?  Wasn’t there a family with that name that would attend some of Brucie’s galas?  Oh yeah, their family made its fortune off patenting the machine that wrapped toothpicks in plastic, as well as a couple others.  And they had a daughter around Repla- Tim’s age.  Hopefully this wasn’t her trying to be a kiss-ass like her parents.

Jason finished reading and sat back.  The proposal wasn’t too bad.  Converting hotels into apartment buildings would be easier than office buildings, and the suggestion to use ex-convicts that wanted to turn over a new leaf as building managers certainly wasn’t the worst.  Also creating a fund for those that couldn’t afford rent, as well as community kitchens and gardens were certain plusses, though would need to have the right people in charge to make sure they actually worked as planned, and to keep the Court of Owls from messing with it.

Overall, it was something Jason would consider, after some research and maybe talking with the rest of the Bats and Birds.  And if this was from the Manson kid, maybe get Dickie or one of the others to talk to her next time there was a gala in town.  Or talk to her himself, if the Pit wasn’t too loud.

…Dick was probably the better option to talk with her if it came down to it.

***

There's the first chapter. I'm going to go write the next one. When I have a good log of them, I'll then go and edit them and put them on AO3.

This has no title yet because I suck at naming. Feel free to comment with suggestions for a name, both for the fic/au and for the eventual hotel/co op. As well as any shinanegans and majors/colleges/universities for our liminal young adults.

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[awhoreintheory]

I am back for moreee! Speking of People Who Look Alike And Could Be Confused For Peter's Parent!! What about freaking Bruce himself? Supposedly both Dick and Jay lookso much like him that people suspect he could have fathered them. The ages make more sense if *he's* the one to have (another) secret teen child.

I can picture him crushed that he missed another son's childhood, but maybe somehow hoping this is a chance to have a civilian child? One he doesn't have to constantly worry will be in mortal peril every other night?? Psych, bitch, this one came with his whole ass vigilante persona, superpowers, and suit already in hand!!!

WELCOME BACK MY BELOVED ANON ❤️

You know what? Logically, Bruce would probably be the first one fingers are pointed at ngl

"God, B, another one?!?"

He doesn't live it down for months. I mean, come on, the kid really does look like he could be Bruce's! Just, whoever the mom is, also seemed to pass on some very strong genes. The freckles are new, none of his ancestors had any. He looked like Bruce in the way Dick looked like Bruce as a child.

And who would assume 30 year old Dick has a 14-16 year old kid? Bruce is the ancient one with a penchant for sleeping around. (Dick does too, but you don't see him with a kid!) (Lol he thought)

So imagine Brucie Wayne spending time with this orphaned, homeless child. News articles are already calling Peter a Wayne. It's inevitable he's adopted. All of Bruce's other kids are already treating him like a brother, too. Man, seriously, what is Peter's luck? Getting forcibly parented by TWO billionairs? Sounds fake. His luck gets his loved ones killed, but hey, at least he'll have money for a funeral.

And then the unthinkable happens. The ever thorough and skeptical and skittish Batman fucking forgot to do a DNA test. Doesn't really matter, he's already mentally adopted and ready to sign physical papers. Except...

Holy fuck. Peter isn't his son, but rather his goddamn grandchild. Dick is a dad. Bruce is a grandpa. The whole Batfamily is in shock and disbelief.

But Peter looked so much like Bruce... then they look at Dick. Then back at Bruce. It all makes sense.

The bats don't often make mistakes, but when they do, they're huge. And hilarious.

[mysecretwindowuniverse]

1x21 | The Anvil or the Hammer

[clowncollegetry]

i am still so charmed that oz gets another disabled sidekick that he’s teaching a life of crime

[redlilith5]

DC X PJO

They say Gotham city is the most cursed city in the world and they wouldn't be wrong. What they are missing is the fact that it is also the most blessed city in the world by divine interventions. You see back when Gotham was being built some of the Gods needed a place to hang out and or use as neutral ground that wasn't Olympus. With a dart an a map it landed in a recently built city called Gotham. And thus years, decades and centuries passed by with the Gods using the city as a neutral mortal ground for whatever business or hangouts they had. This had the repercussion of curses and blessing from almost the entire Greek Pantheon cover the city and make it the city that it is today. Some of the Gods and their blessings/curses are as follows:

Dionysus: spread madness that caused the creating of the Joker, Harley, Mad Hatter, etc. Religious ecstasy and ritual madness that made Gotham have the most recorded (and unrecorded) cults in the entire world. He is also at fault for the dramatics of the mortals (theater), alcoholism and addiction.

Ares: Bloodlust, war, anger you name it and he spread it. Gotham is know for having the most wars occur in the span of 10 years. He is also a protector of woman and encourages/blesses the bats and birds on this aspect as well as provide women with the anger and strength to fight for themselves.

Athena: Also a war goddess but she also has a big hand in the education, architecture and had a hand at making the Court of Owls. Who Knows what her intentions where.

Apollo: He and Athena worked together as he is the God of Knowledge. Gotham city is the perhaps one of Apollos favorite cities because that's where he gets to let his darker side out the most. Diseases', chemical warfare the constant hunting of others. He made so many diseases and have improved the immune system of the citizens so much that the phrase "Gothamites are a different species of humans" is actually rather true.

Zeus: He likes being dramatic with his constant rain and the weirdly timed thunder/lighting that makes the bats and birds entrance more dramatic and scary. He is also often there for his law and justice domains.

Hephaestus: With the villains often creating new weapons, contraptions, traps, etc. you can occasionally see him there but he mostly just stays in Wayne's Industries tech department.

Aphrodite: Doomed love, toxic love, lust, sex, fertility you name it. She is everywhere but she also likes it there because despite the city being how it is the Gothamites still love their city and their people.

Thanatos, Hypnos and Nix: The family likes the darkness and ambience the city provides. Hypnos likes the background noise for sleeping and he can spend time with his brother (God of Death, it's Gotham what can I say) and in his mothers deep deep darkness that envelopes the city.

SO MANY GODS! I have many more Gods and how they contribute to the Gotham of today but the list has already gotten quite extensive.

Because of how blessed/cursed the city is whenever a world ending/apocalypse type of situation happens Gotham always finds itself as the last city standing because of how many Gods have been protecting it. They will always be the last city to fall.

[vinelark]

rereading ch2 of bbts in honor of tim’s birthday <3 here’s to another year of not aging little guy

happy belated birthday timmy!

[puppetmaster13u]

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