#Whisper the rat

[titaniumhexfold]

Goobers <3

[starry-bi-sky]

Blood Blossom Au: Baby's First Commissioner Meeting :)

TL:DR This Post: Danny (orphan) gets poisoned with blood blossom extract by Vlad. He runs away from him and ends up under the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman! Starry is loudly pushing her batdad agenda.

(Also known as "Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings" on my ao3!)

This was a fun rough idea I've been sitting on for weeks, thinking about how Commissioner Gordon and Nightingale's first meeting might go.

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Commissioner Gordon likes to think that he's adjusting to the new normal of Gotham very well, -- the new normal being grown men running around dressed like bats, in military-grade strength body armor, committing acts of vigilantism, -- and slowly, little by little, he was no longer being surprised when this new normal pops up out of the shadows like the world's most terrifying daisy. His shaving lifespan thanks him for it.

....

The kid is a surprise though.

Granted, he seemed to be a surprise to the Bat too.

There's been a string of murders lately, -- which, in Gotham, is kind of like saying there's been another storm during monsoon season. And there's just been another; in some dilapidated building down in south Gotham, with the broken, boarded-up windows and mildew-crawling walls to match. The victim is a man in his thirties, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, left in the center of the room for the blood to pool out around him.

The place is already secured when he arrives, the building swarmed with officers and the forensic detectives. The Bat emerges shortly after he does -- or, he might've been here the whole time, hiding someplace dark and shadowy. For his own sanity, Gordon doesn't think about it too hard.

The kid is a surprise, and he appears like a bolt of lightning.

He shows up in the middle of a conversation Gordon is having with the Bat.

A whistle, sharp and loud, slicing through the air, meant for open air rather than a confined space. Gordon's ears pierce and protest the sound, and the solemn, murmured chatter floating through the room abruptly cuts off like the swing of a gavel. As he turns towards the sound -- as they all do -- he swears, up and down, that he sees Batman's shoulders jump, just slightly.

At the source, perched on the window, is a boy. A boy in a gray-blue scarf and an oversized black hoodie, one that hangs off his frame and has ace bandages wrapped around the wrists in some attempt to cinch the sleeves. The hood is up, big like the rest of it, and threatens to swallow the upper half of the boy's face whole in the fabric. What upper half Gordon can see, is smeared with some kind of opaque, black face paint. He's holding onto the side of the frame with one hand, on his hip is a grappling hook. A familiar grappling hook.

Gordon has multiple questions, and his officers tense up.

Martinez puffs up, brows furrowing as his face shapes into a frown. Shoulders rolling back. "You can't be here, kid--"

The reaction is immediate, like a spark to gunpowder, the boy yanks his fingers from his mouth and his mouth twists into a scowl. Head snapping over to Officer Martinez, his hood manages to stay on but Gordon swears that as he bares his teeth, the glint makes them look sharper than they should be. His voice is rasp and quiet and harsh; snappish in its hissing; "Put a fuckin sock in it, Martinez. I'm not stayin."

Martinez reels back, and the boy immediately veers his attention off him. Like a switch, his demeanor drops. Despite half his face being covered, his mouth twists into a cringing, apologetic smile. Slanted and off-beat, embarrassed. It'd be disarming if this wasn't Gotham, and if he didn't just hiss at Martinez like he was about to bite his head off.

"Sorry." He whispers, voice deceptively polite and softer now. Gordon has to strain his ears to hear him. "I was looking for him."

He points his finger towards-- Gordon? No, Gordon follows the direction, and finds himself looking at -- the Bat.

The Bat, who always looks stiff as a pole, now looks even stiffer. Somehow. Well, the explains the grappling hook attached to the boy's waist.

"What are you doing here?" The Bat says, gruff and unable to completely smother the stumble of surprise in his tone.

The boy still holds a sheepish smile, and slips off the window ledge. His feet hit the creaky boards with a near-silent thud, the Batman finds his feet and rapidly begins crossing the room.

Gordon notes the slight tremble in the boy's legs as he straightens. He adjusts his scarf, which droops close to his knees now that he's standing, and slings a backpack -- how long has had that? -- off his shoulders. When the Bat reaches his side, he does as he always does, and looms over the boy like a spectre. A threatening mass of shadows cloaked in all-consuming black. Standing next to him, the boy looks teeny in comparison.

The Bat is a man who terrifies even the most hardened criminals, Gordon has seen grown men shiver in fear at the mention of his name. And yet when the boy looks up at him, he doesn't even flinch.

Instead, his sheepish smile melts away like ice under the sun, holding only traces of his previous embarrassment. It remains as a shadow on his face, a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The boy pushes his hood back just enough to reveal glinting, ice-flint eyes surrounded in tar-black face paint. He holds the backpack up with one arm. "You forgot this."

[ewwww-what]

Hey, do you mind if I take the rest of your under-developed antagonist? Yeah, i just want to give her a personality outside of being mean, do you mind?

[hcnnibal]

fascinated by how hungry/unfulfilled A1 and A2 feel, like spiritually. What would fix each of them? Not necessarily what they want, but what they would need to be ... satiated?

they do manage to find some level of contentment in the 2020s but i think the core of their characterization is that theyre both empty, hollow men who will never be fully satiated

[industrations]

how the turns have tabled. "i'm going to gaslight everyone on tumblr into thinking I'm wholesome and fluffy" @alarainai is a little rat. pass it on

[bluebuttons00]

I think I’m a lone solider with this one. Dudebro is funny to me and I need an outlet to cross my interests together

[teapetal44]

The state of the league of villains during act 3 is so sad man. Compress literally gave his ass for the league, got arrested and nobody gaf. Twice’s demise amounted to nothing, nobody cared. The whole discrimination arc Spinner was involved in was a mess. Suddenly Hori decided he cared about realism in his story so Toga dropped like a fly from a simple blood transfusion. Dabi is forced to sit and listen to Endeavor whine and yap about how sad he is about being an abusive pos, all the while nobody actually cares and he never got any real repercussions besides his family being (justifyingly) mean to him. Shigaraki was sidelined for a boring villain and was stripped off all his autonomy and agency.

[bewitchedmold]

Fugio is like horrific angry amalgamation of flesh and bones parasitic anomaly boyfriend and autistic he pulled by talking abt bugs

[ikol-cosplay]

Rat!

[shitpostingfromthebarricade]

With all the gentleness of a brother for his wounded sibling, Jean Valjean laid Marius on the side bank of the sewer. Marius's bloody face appeared, under the white gleam from the air hole, as if at the bottom of a tomb. [. . .] Jean Valjean, removing [Marius's bloodied] garments with the ends of his fingers, laid his hand on his breast; the heart was still beating. Jean Valjean tore up his shirt, bandaged the wounds as best he could, and staunched the flowing blood; then, bending in the twilight over Marius, who was still unconscious and almost lifeless, he looked at him with an inexpressable hatred.

Marius: *unconscious, bleeding out, actively dying*

Jean Valjean immediately after tearing his own clothing to tenderly tend to this kid's wounds:

[titaniumhexfold]

Now presenting Whisper for

FLAT FUCK FRIDAY

[swordscleric]

There's an interesting parallel between the people who are clamouring for the redemption of the Rat Grinders and the people who are making Orym out to be the villain in his and Laudna's clash over Ishta in the latest episode. It's something about the way that the Rat Grinders are deeply entitled people, who are so envious and furious with the Bad Kids for being popular and getting leeway from Aguefort while completely overlooking the fact that they have saved the world three times before junior year even started; and Laudna not having any answer for Imogen's asking why Laudna wants the sword and Orym shouldn't have it, and Orym's statement of Ishta being the sword that killed him too. I know that both parties (the Rat Grinders and Laudna) are being manipulated by greater forces (Porter & Delilah), and yet there's a level of entitlement inherent to both of them that I see in their respective fans as well. I wonder is the backlash coming from the Bad Kids refusing to redeem the Rat Grinders because they're murderers and the backlash to Bell's Hells refusing to entertain Laudna's overriding Orym's want to wield the blade that killed his family all stemming from these behaviours serving as a deeply uncomfortable mirror for those fans' entitlement with the narrative; that their demanding the narrative to go exactly how they want and the refusal from the creators to bend to these demands is way too close to the demands of the Rat Grinders & Laudna here.

[pocketscribbs]

throwback to this doodle, i’d say it still has some relevance

[gothamghostwhispers]

As everyone settled in the theater Artem takes a breath.

That’s. A lot of people… people that would be affected probably forever by their mistake….

They steal themselves. No matter how much they want to run away from this, it was their kids out there. It was their friends, and Beaus friends… the people out there were people they talked to, that they cooked for.

They can’t run away from that, from them.

So they stepped out and turned on the projector.

The screen reading: Fae Food and You

“Welcome… everyone” Artem is very thankful their powers don’t work through technology, so no one would feel the projections of anxiety

“Beau and I… have made an error and were unsure of how many of you are affected… I… well… uh just… wait until the end for questions please…? We have a lot to cover…”

And with that, Artem began their lecture. It was chaotic and very obvious that this PowerPoint once had a conspiracy board style of organization.

It starts with the literature surrounding fae food, the historical accounts of its affects, how earthly food tasted different forever and how this drove some into despair, then there was an entire section of the presentation dedicated to the kinds of food that would have been available to the person giving those accounts.

Then they move on to what is fae food in this case?

“Well… we know for sure that food made with fae ingredients would count as fae food”

At this a picture of Artems Rose in its natural state as well as its various edible forms are displayed.

“and it’s possible that food made with earthly ingredients but made by fae hands could count as well but we aren’t sure”

The lecture continues as Artem lays out the proposed experiment:

Everyone is going to try some of the takeout they ordered and see who among them are under the effects of fae food. This would also allow the ones under the effect to know what the difference in taste actually is.

Then they have food Artem made, they made magical food, nonmagical food, and nonmagical food that’s also historical recreations of what was described in their earlier presentation to compare modern food to the food that would cause people to despair after trying fae food.

After that those who have confirmed they are affected by fae food could try some of the food Beau made, some containing artems rose and some not so they could compare that as well.

After rambling the idea Artem trails off and looks to the people before them

[ @gotham-its-too-early-for-this @gothamiiz @riddle-me-this-riddler @the-second-boy-wonder @funnygirlclaire @posts-from-gotham @evandalist-in-gotham @bugboi-of-gotham @bennytheredonethat @flying-graysons-fan @number1-red-robin-stan]

[dazeddoodles]

Eda: *teases raine about their embarrassing moment she took blame for anyway*

Raine still: *tomato red*

ASDFGHJK

I think Raine would still get embarrassed about Eda bringing it up even just in private between them.

Although even if Eda took the blame Raine would still make it pretty obvious it was actually them by how red they turned in the moment.

[glitchinginthegarden]

we are so fucking back