#also what was I expecting it’s professor pyg

[phobia-log]

Gotham Season 4 Episode 9: Let Them Eat Pies at not looking for a time code.

Fun fact: My father made chicken for dinner and I, no exaggeration, could not look at it or think about eating it after watching this episode. If I don’t eat meat no one can feed me ***** **** without my knowledge!

[lazycats-stuff]

Could you do one where batfam and batbro!reader are on a mission and reader gets hit with something that temporarily makes him half cat? Like ears, tail, teeth, stuff like that?

Sure thing anon. My poor reader... And also it seems that I'm in short oneshots era.

Summary: (Y/N) gets turn into a half cat.

Warnings: Cat features, but only temporarily, cat behavior, cursing.

The family was on a mission together. They were hunting down a crazy scientist. (Y/N) was reminded of Lazlo Valentine or professor Pyg if you will. He didn't like any of this and he did voice his concerns. Bruce knew that he needed everyone on this mission, no matter the personal concerns.

Bruce had a suspicion that the scientist did human experiments and his role model was Josef Mengele, the infamous Nazi doctor. Bruce knew what the doctor did and he knew that (Y/N) was clearly uncomfortable with the mission itself. He hated human experiments and he was deathly afraid of them.

(Y/N) and Bruce were going through the vents, while Damian and Jason distracted the scientist. Bruce and (Y/N) got out and walked quietly behind the mad scientist. Bruce got him down and they all managed to restrain him.

It was a great feeling.

But only for a moment. They didn't account for the fact that his victims would fight against them. Bruce didn't see a random man pointing what could be considered a laser. (Y/N) saw that it would be to late for him to duck so he jumped in front of him.

Bruce wanted to scream at him, but he couldn't get anything out. Time stopped and Jason tackled the victim down. (Y/N) felt very warm and weird.

" Hey! Are you okay? " Damian asked, crouching down next to him. (Y/N) was in a daze, clearly not looking good.

Time to travel back to the cave. Bruce stayed back with Jason, while the others started driving back to the cave. Well, Dick was driving. Now there was a chance they could make it in one piece.

Alfred checked him out and he was fine. Well, that was until he woke up and went to the bathroom.

He let out a manly scream as he took in his appearance. He had black cat ears and his teeth were sharper. He paled and had to sit down on the toilet. Okay...

Okay.

It was going to be okay.

A knock on the door made him jump. Nope.

" (Y/N), are you okay? " Bruce asked. " I heard you scream. "

" Well- "

" Are you decent? " Bruce asked, the door knob moving.

" Yes, but don't come in! "

But it was too late already. Bruce came in and his jaw dropped down a little. (Y/N) cringed.

" Umm... Okay, I wanted to tell you that the laser effect will be gone in a week. " Bruce started, walking closer to (Y/N). He reached for (Y/N)'s new ears, gently touching them.

(Y/N) didn't expect to like it so he purred instinctually. Bruce and (Y/N) looked at one another in shock. What the fuck?

" Bruce... "

" I know. But what you need to do is eat now. Come on. " Bruce said, leading (Y/N) to the dining room. (Y/N) was anxious for about 10 people.

And once they did come, the reactions were... Well, Jason spat out the water he was drinking, Tim looked at his coffee as if it was spiked, Damian's jaw dropped a little and Dick just raised his eyebrows.

" He will be back to normal in about a week. " Bruce explained and (Y/N) sat down. He sighed, rubbing his face.

Jason just smirked to himself, thinking about all of the ways that he was going to make things worthwhile.

[zahri-melitor]

I will say, having personally just gone through all of the various Robins' official first patrols to write a fic, Robins is particularly irritating as it doesn't even bother to actually pick out the correct 'first patrols' for various characters.

Because a first patrol is not the character's initial story; it's the first time they're allowed out as Robin, wearing their own costume. It's not Zucco for Dick and Ma Gunn for Jason and ALPOD for Tim and Batman and Son or Battle for the Cowl for Damian. It's about Bruce thinking they're ready to patrol with him.

Yes, good job, you identified Batman Chronicles: The Gauntlet for Dick and have based this story off that concept. Except:

For post-Crisis Jason, his first patrol as Robin was actually tracking down Two-Face in Batman #410 & 411, in which he finds out that Willis Todd was a Two-Face henchman. It's not Felipe Garzonas. That's Batman #424-425 and Jason's last storyline before A Death in the Family. If you want Garzonas to be Jason's first patrol, then his time as Robin was even shorter than I like to say it was. He's out there beating Steph in terms of 'it was measured in days'.

For Tim: look there are like three separate options for pitching a 'first patrol'. You can go with Batman: Identity Crisis (Batman #455-457) where Tim tracks down Bruce and Vicky Vale after they've been kidnapped by Scarecrow, and received his own costume at the end of it; you can go with Robin I and Tim's adventures in Paris with Clyde Rawlins, Shiva and King Snake; or you can go with Batman #465, Debut, where Tim and Bruce explicitly have their first patrol together and track down Ginny Gray trying to shoot an actor at a charity event.

What does Seeley go for? Weirdly mashing up Rite of Passage with Batman: Identity Crisis rather than actually focusing on one or the other. He also randomly gives a name to the Obeah Man.

For Steph there simply isn't that much material as Robin (which is why you'll see I actually picked what I think is Steph and Bruce's first patrol together, rather than their time as Batman & Robin). I'd actually probably pick out Tiger Moth over Scarab for Steph patrolling with Bruce as Robin as a 'first patrol' in Robin #127 if you twisted my arm, but Scarab is certainly where Bruce once again decided that Steph did not live up to expectations in Robin #128.

For Damian: realistically again his first patrol as ROBIN is with Dick in Batman & Robin #1 2009 (so Professor Pyg). His first with Bruce is Batman & Robin #1 2011 (and NoBody). Anything prior to the conclusion of Battle For the Cowl/Red Robin #1 should not count, just as ALPOD or all of Tim's time as Little Bat doesn't count. Batman & Son is absolutely not Damian's 'gauntlet', and this analysis misses slight factors like I dunno, poor dead Spook?

"Was that a moment of mercy?" Well I dunno Seeley, but given that only a couple of pages earlier Damian cut off the Spook's head, brought it back to the Cave, shoved a grenade into the mouth and then waved it at Tim to frighten him (before accidentally dropping the head, the grenade pin falling out, and blowing up): discussions of mercy in this title are bit ridiculous if you ignore that aspect.

[havendance]

New Comics Time!

The Batman & Scooby-Doo Mysteries #4 -- I didn't really like the art as much for this issue at first, but this continues to be so fun that I didn't really care by the end. What can I say? I am a sucker for good old fashioned gags like this:

Freddy: Everybody stay calm. Don't panic. I'm a trained professional, and I know what to do. Oh. It's not a mask. Shaggy: Like, now can we panic?

Anyway, the mystery was fun and Oracle and Robin were there and I think we've already gone over the fact that I'm easy to please with these comics.

DC Horror Presents: Creature Commandos #1 -- Read this because it was on DCUI and I was like why not? It was fine, I suppose. I wasn’t really familiar with the creature commandos coming into this but there’s some interesting characters here. I think my big issue with this was that it felt like a generic ‘assemble the team’ issue when I was really expecting more horror from something titled ‘DC Horror Presents’. Not sure why this was labeled 17+ either because so far it’s just really pretty tame imo.

I Know What You Did Last Crisis #1

For an anthology comic, I thought that this was pretty solid. To go through the stories:

"What Kind of Hero" -- This was fun. I liked the classic Batgirl Barbara and I liked how Killer Croc was used. The art was also a good fit--there were details like the way the lips were shaded that reminded me of that more classic comic art style.

"A Constant State of Healing" -- Another story I would classify as fun, but not standout. I liked seeing Dr. Light.

"Dearly Departed" -- Best story in here hands down! I loved the classic Babs and Dinah Birds of Prey team-up in here. Short hair Dinah? *Chef's kiss* Anyway, putting her up against Banshee was really fun and the scarecrow fear toxin brought it to the next level. Also, her hallucinating dead a Oliver Queen was just perfect.

"At the Point of Vanishing" -- Eh, this one didn't do much for me. I didn't really have that much tie to the characters. It wasn't bad, it just felt kind of meh.

"Crisis Obscura" -- I just think it's hilarious that every other story in this anthology is a normal, canon-compliant type event tie in while this one is just Didio killing Nightwing with extreme prejudice. I can't even take it seriously. Made me laugh out loud because of that.

"Jump Scare" -- This was a perfectly fine scarecrow story, but it felt only tenuously connected to Darkest Night which I felt weakened it.

"God's Chosen Man" --This was the other standout story to me. I did not read most of Final Crisis (only some of the tie-ins) but this look into Lex Luthor's head was so interesting. Especially in terms of Superman and Lex.

"Violent Tendencies" -- This one was also more meh to me. I didn't read Flashpoint so I was lost some there and also I don't like Professor Pyg in general and don't like Midnighter enough to made up for it.

[children-of-arkham]

Here is my Arkhamverse oc refrence sheet (FINALLY) that took me waaaay to long from expected:

Side note: she is also a part of this AU but not as big as other characters

What I havent mentioned on the sheet:

Her allies/aquaintances/Possibly friends: Penguin, Poision Ivy, Firefly, Mad Hatter, Arkham Knight/Red Hood, Catwoman

Close allies/friends: Scarecrow, Harely Quinn, Two Face

Neutral zone: Joker, Calendar man, Hugo Strange, Professor Pyg (he kinda creeps her out), Bane, Mr. Freeze.

Enemies: Batman

People she has beef with/rival: Riddler

There is still a lot of information I havent covered here about her so feel free to ask anything about her!

[esperata]

For the writer ask

4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

11. Do you believe in the old advice to “kill your darlings?” Are you a ruthless darling assassin? What happens to the darlings you murder? Do you have a darling graveyard? Do you grieve?

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text.

27. Who is the most stressful character you’ve ever written? Why?

4. I'm not sure there is a word that makes me feral. There's certainly times when reading I've grimaced at word choices. That's generally not the word so much as the context though. I'll probably encounter something after I post this XD

11. I do not kill my darlings. I love my darlings and grieve them like my nearest and dearest. This does not mean I'll never kill them if I have an idea I want to explore.

17. Where to even start? The fic I'm editing is set in the comics No Man's Land. It delves into how Penguin builds up his empire and then gradually has it chipped away. During this he is forced to face what is most important for him to protect.

Other characters are interwoven with his story, some existing, some OCs. Of the later we have civilians who he takes under his wing and a new shadowy figure filling a niche in Gotham's rogues gallery. The former has several known employees, including Echo & Query and Candy & Tracey, plus rogues like Professor Pyg and Flamingo.

I have a notebook to keep track of developing arcs and I'm going forwards and backwards making sure events are properly built up and nothing gets forgotten afterwards. There's notes on everything from Oswald's bath temperature (cool) to medical descriptions to do with taking T. Because of course, I'm writing Oswald as trans.

It's been literal years since this idea was first posited and also years since actual writing began. I have set myself a deadline of the end of this year to complete it.

There's a lot of stuff that won't be in this story because it comes after. I don't know if that will ever get written. Honestly I'm not expecting a lot of people to invest time in such a long fic with such a particular concept so I'll only ever write the follow up if I find I want to read it.

27. Probably Gotham's version of Jervis Tetch. I did not like what they chose to do with the character and therefore put a whole different slant on the canon events to make it better. In a sense. It was still all very dark and not a fun time to imagine.

[plusanimablog]

Chapter 8.3: Shines In The Darkness

The last of the Parallel World chapters a.k.a Ultimate +Anima.

Senri, along with some other guys, rob a dude in the desert! And Cooro has to save the dude!

Cooro "saves" him and puts on the whole starving orphan act when the guy is grateful. The guy gives him money and, flying back, Cooro shares it with Senri and the other "bandits", otherwise known as Husky and Nana. Operation Wild Things having succeeded, the guys head into town for food.

Specifically, the mining town of Antsmine. Exploring the town, Cooro runs off for food only to bump into the sheriff who had previously kicked the kids out three days earlier for having no money (because poverty is a crime...?)

His name's Mr. Hop and he hints that he knows what they're up to. Still no proof because that would involve actually working instead of bullying the poor so he walks off. All's well that ends well, right?

Uh, that guy they "rescued"? He's in town selling artwork. And he spots Cooro. Luckily, he doesn't spot the others as he calls Cooro over for a talk. He talks to him about his life as a +Anima, asking if it's hard. Turns out he's a +Anima fanboy and thinks they're cool (What do they call that in-universe? Aniboo? Feather Fever? Aigger?). Cooro's friends come over uncovered and thus, the man doesn't recognize them. However, he insists on talking to Cooro more. Later. Alone. In an area of the city where they won't be bothered.

Cooro agrees like the PSA bait he is and goes off with the others.

He meets with the guy later and he apparently wants to introduce Cooro to another +Anima. He takes him deep into the mines, not disclosing what type of +Anima he's supposed to be meeting.

(Run Cooro. Run like the girl should have run away when Thom Yorke saw her!)

The guy creepily goes on about how great +Anima are and how their limbs have incredible abilities...and how much he wants it. Then he puts on the most disturbing Batman villain costume this side of Professor Pyg.

See that? That's an Artificial Anima suit. He calls it "Art Anima". Cooro thinks its modeled after a wildcat but I think it's based on someone the guy found at Innsmouth. Either way, he says to make good "art", he has to study "Natural Anima". Officially done with this B-movie Creep, Cooro tries to fly off...only to bump his head on the ceiling. The guy chose the mines for a reason, you see: enclosed spaces mean Cooro's wings are useless. And it's too dark for Cooro to see, even though the guy can see Cooro just fine thanks to his goggles.

The guy pounces on him to tear apart his wings, trying to make him drink a liquid to drug him into sleep...until Cooro is saved by Senri who swipes the guy into a wall.

(Big Damn Bear.)

Realizing that Senri is a bear +Anima, he does Mortal Kombat with him. He uses the darkness to his advantage to get some hits in on him while Nana gives Cooro a rope to hold onto as she flies him and an also grabbed Senri out of the mines. The three make it out...only to bump into the sheriff, who has now added "fighting" to the list of things he takes care outside of actual crimes.

Husky points out that the guy chasing them might be a slave merchant but the guy denies it, taking off his helmet to reveal himself as human and saying that Senri and the others attacked him first (Typical aigger to throw the people he admires under the bus at the first chance like that.).

The group are expecting Mr. Hops to disbelieve them on account of them being +Anima and he doesn't dispel their notions, leading the guy back in the mines to "chat"...

That's when this happens.

He comes back out and says now it's "their turn"...

(I'd really like to leave the story off there but...here's what happened to the guy.)

He boots the group out of town with money and jerky. Turns out that not only is he a +Anima himself, he had a good reason for being so hard on their asses: their bandit stunt makes +Animas look bad. He tells them to be proud of what they have or they can't live as people.

Our suddenly not woke group leaves off, saying he talks a lot for an old person (Ageism!) and Nana reveals she knew the guy was a freak but let Cooro go off to get drugged and sold anyway to teach him a lesson.

And that's where the story ends.

ANIMA RATING

Artificial Anima: Fucking weirdo aside, the suit seems to be very efficient and, based on the wildcat, has various combat and exploration advantages. 9/10

[stressedoutcanary]

Hold On - Jason Todd x Batgirl!Reader [PART 2]

WORD COUNT :- 2.3k

Warnings ⚠️: I don't even know if there are any...Swearing maybe?, mentions of kidnappings, actual kidnapping oh and also violence and angst :)

A/N 😋: I got lost while writing this so judge accordingly people. Also forgive me for any mistakes. I TRIED.

Part 1 , Part 3

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“JASON STOP!!!!!”, your voice echoed in the silent warehouse.

Jason stopped in his tracks as soon as he heard your voice, his mind was brimming with thoughts, questions and worst of all, emotions.

“Well, well, well, look who crawled out of her little cave”, He said smugly as he finally turned around to face you. The voice was his, you’d recognize that voice anywhere but it felt cold, devoid of emotions, hearing him like that sent a shiver up your spine. You could feel your determination slipping.

Even though you had your cowl on, Jason could still see how much his rampage was hurting you but he couldn’t stop now, not when all he had left to do was to capture Joker, beat the living shit out of that asshole and show Bruce how much of a failure Batman’s moral compass really is.

“Well? Got nothing to say now?... Why am I not surprised?”, Jason scoffed.

You took a deep breath, you were breaking down inside but you sure as hell weren’t going to let that stop you. You spoke, voice barely above a whisper,  “Jason...Jay...Stop all this...Please, come home, come back to the--”

“Manor? Home? Did you hit your head (Y/N)? Why in the hell would I ever go back to a place where NOBODY GAVE A DAMN ABOUT ME, WHERE HE REPLACED ME AS IF I MEANT NOTHING?!”, Jason didn’t want to lose control of himself, not in front of you. So with visible effort he calmed himself down, took a step forward and gave you a deadpan look.

“You all left me”

Your blood boiled at that statement.

“How dare you?! We lost you! We mourned for you! I mourned for you!”

Tears welled up in your eyes, listening to him you wondered whether he truly believed the words actually coming out of his own mouth.

“The Jason I knew was a roughed up street boy who still cared when many didn't, who called Bruce out every step of the way, who had this ridiculous favoritism for bread, who had the guts to take out a tire from the fricking Batmobile”, despite the dreadful situation you smiled remembering those sweet memories.

You looked him in the eye, pleading in a way, and you spoke softly, “The Jason I knew was The Robin to my Batgirl. This-this is just not who you are Jay, not really...So can you just stop?”

He looked unfazed by your words and cocked his head to the side.

“Princess, the only way you can stop me is if you fight me, knock me down real hard, make sure that I won't get back up again. Tell me Batgirl, can you do it? Do you actually have what it takes?”, he waited for an answer he knew wasn’t coming. As expected, all he was met with was silence.

Long, Painful Silence.

With that Jason knew what he had to do, he put on his red helmet and swung out of the nearest window, you couldn't stop him, for all your big talk, you just couldn't. He was right you failed him.

•°•°

You jumped awake with a start, bolting upright and immediately regretting your subconscious decision, the throbbing pain made you clutch the back of your head with your palm and you closed your eyes again to achieve some semblance of reality as a way of grounding yourself.

‘It was just a dream (Y/N)…just...a...dream’

You tried to lie to yourself knowing deep down that it was a memory, something you have already lived through, something you regret everyday. You swallowed the lump in your throat. It felt dry and your whole body was sore. You really should've called in early and then maybe Dick would've been the one stuck in this crapy situation and not you.

Pushing past your perplexed state you got up and took in your surroundings, there were vines hanging from the open roof, a LOT of flowers and some Venus flytraps by the corner. It wouldn’t even take being a detective to figure out where you were; The Botanical Gardens.

“How the hell did I end up here”, you muttered under your breath. This was getting out of hands.

“See Pammy I told ya Girl-Bat would rise and shine by now”

“I can see that Harls”

‘Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn, just great, is nobody in Arkham these days’

The duo descended down from the open roof through one of the vines and stood in front of you. Harley looked as happy as a 10 year old about to get their favorite toy and Ivy seemed to be interested in anything and everything that did not concern you. Classic.

“Why the hell did you both kidnap me?”

You jumped forward and grabbed Harley by the collar of her dress, in retrospect it wasn't the best move but it's not like you were thinking straight at the time anyway.

A vine wrapped itself around your waist and you were tugged back by such force that you were sure there was gonna be a big bruise there tomorrow. You skidded across the floor and finally stopped when your back connected with a bench. You were just too drained to fight back so instead you just crawled up and sat on the bench with a grunt.

‘Not fighting my way out of this one so for once let’s try talking’

“Whoa, should ya really be this obnoxious when ya got a concussion?”, Harley burst your thought bubble as she looked you over.

“Wait, Did you just call me obnoxious?!”

“But don'tcha worry I am a doctor and I got a PhD”

“In psychology!”

“I will fix ya in no time”

“Are you even listening to me?”

Just like that you saw Harley leave the room to go get some medical supplies, or well at least you thought that that's what she was going to do, you turned your face towards Ivy hoping that she can fill in the blanks.

“So you both finally done babbling? And here I thought it was never going to end.”, She looked at you from where she was petting her plant, and made her way over to you, something about her seemed genuine. You got the feeling that whatever she had to say, it won't be a lie.

“Try and not mind what Harley does, she's just happy to make new friends for girls night.” She sighed before continuing, “As for your question, last night we were near the Gotham Central Park when we saw a masked man dragging your unconscious body out of a building and into a van parked in the alley, so we kil-- we took care of him and brought you here”, She shrugged as if that explains why the Poison Ivy just saved your life.

"Wait that means Red isn't here", you whispered more to yourself than to others.

“Pam is Red!”, Harley said cheerfully as she came back out nowhere with a bunch of boxes which would've made you very uneasy if your mind wasn't already preoccupied.

“What Harley means to say is that if you are trying to ask about that gun loving leather jacket vigilante who wears a red helmet, then no we don't know where he is”

Her words sunk in and yesterday's memories flashed in your mind, your eyes widened under your mask as the realization hit you like a bus.

The missing people, the creepy mannequins, the medical journals regarding surgeries, the weirdo in the white mask instead of a face, the poster of some Pretty Dolls parlor; Now it all makes sense!

“Pyg!”

"Huh?", the women in front of you almost jumped at your sudden revelation.

“Lazlo Valentin aka Professor Pyg that's the son of a bitch who is behind all this mess, he's the one who has got Red Hood And it's all my fault! Now, He might be dead already! I should've known, I-I should've figured it out quicker, I should've done something, DAMN IT!!”, you buried you face in your hands due to the building frustration within you.

“Don't be like that”, you heard Harley's voice as a hand was placed on your shoulder, she sat down on the bench next to you, you turned your head and eyed her warily, seeing nothing but concern.

“Don't give up. Clearly this Hoodie person means a lot to ya so you get off your ass and go get him, don't you Bat People always find a way”, you looked at her for a moment, then jumped up on your feet.

“Can't believe I am saying this but you are right Harley, I need go and I will find a way to save him, but before leaving I wanna know something”, you looked Ivy in the eyes as you worded your next sentence, “Why save me?”

“It was just my way of replaying you for saving Harls from that clown once”, instead of elaborating Ivy just crossed her hands over her chest waiting for you to leave. You gave her a warm smile, something they are not used to seeing, from a bat of all people.

“Thank you Pamela”

With that you were out of that detour and onto finding the path leading up to Jason.

•°•°

Somehow you reached the safe house without running into some kind of trouble, with how your day has been going, you were completely expecting something else to go wrong. Thankfully it didn't. You took out a spare comms unit, keys for your bike and some aspirin to dull the headache.

Soon you were whizzing past vehicles at full speed triying to contact anyone available at the moment.

“Come on pick up, pick up, pick up! What's the meaning of giving us an emergency button when no one picks the damn thing up”, you spoke into a dead line, wishing you could just bang your head against a wall, on second thought not a good idea.

Two minutes later the call was finally picked up and a screen appeared on the dash of your bike, it was from the batcave and you could see Dick, Damian and Bruce in sitting in front of the computer, Tim was connected from what you assumed to be the titans tower. However Dick was the first one to pop the question.

“(Y/N) what's the emergency? Are you okay? We haven't heard from you since last night”

“Look no time to explain. Jason's been taken by Pyg and I need you guys to give me a location. Now”, you said gritting your teeth as you narrowly missed a truck for the second time this evening.

“Todd's captured? *tt* his incompetence precedes that of Drake”, Damian's snarky remark made Tim snap his head up.

“Hey!”

“Boys”, Bruce's stern voice made them quiet enough for the time being, “Batgirl you are injured and your emotions can compromise the whole rescue, go back to the safe house and let us handle this”, Bruce ended the transmission and it made you angry.

'He said that they are going to handle it, that means they know where he is, so now all I have to do is to get Dick to spill it out'

You dialed Dick back, hoping he would understand what you are trying to do.

“I know why you specifically choose to call me back and No I am not letting you go head first into danger without any of us with you especially when you are compromised”, Dick's tone was stern but laced with concern.

“Dick the last time Bruce said he will handle it, Jason died, look I know what he is trying to say, I get him, I can't blame him for wanting to look after me but you have to understand I have to be the one to get him back”

“Why?!”

“Because I can't lose him again! The last thing that I said to him was that I might never forgive him! Never forgive him for something that's not even his fault! You are my only hope at getting him back, please don't take that away from me, please”, you pleaded with him as you slowed down the bike to a stop.

The line was silent for a while, the thought about saying more to him crossed your mind; what you are feeling about Jason, how much he matters to you, how you've failed him more than once, but ultimately decided against it and instead you just waited for his reply.

You deflated as soon as you realized that the line was cut but the ping of a notification caught your attention; The map to the possible location of Jason.

“Dick Grayson, you big softie”, you smirked, your bike roared as you made your way on to the free way heading fast towards the Gotham outskirts.

Meanwhile at Professor Pyg's 'supervillain headquarters' :

Jason slowly woke up, assessing the situation he quickly came to the conclusion that he messed up and now he is tied up to what seems like dentist's chair.

“Great, there has got to be a new record I've set in this family for messing up and getting kidnapped”, Jason muttered under his breath, he tried to tug at his restraints to get free but it turned out to be fruitless. A blinding light was switch on above him and he grunted due to the intensity.

“Man, what is up with you people and light?! Turn it off already!”, Jason said as he tried to adjust his eyes accordingly, when he came to, he was met with his captor himself.

Jason just stared at the man in front, moving towards him, wearing a pig mask and holding a butcher knife. He has seen enough crazy but this guy might just rival the Joker himself.

“Pyg know you broken. Pyg make you perfect”

“WHAT THE F--”

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(I like to think I am funny)

Cute little extra note: Yes it is the second time I'm leaving you guys hanging and NOPE I do not regret my decision.

Tagging: @ladyperceval

[barefoot-joker]

Yandere!Professor Pyg X Reader One Shot

Hey, guys! Welcome back to another Yandere!Gotham One Shot featuring Professor Pyg! I went with the route of Pyg loving music so this might not be what you’re expecting but enjoy it anyway!

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I smiled as the streets of Gotham were busy, it being a good sign for me. Deciding on the street corner on Main Street I set my guitar case down and opened it. Inside my mahogany wood instrument contrasted with the green velvet of the black leather case, the beautiful possession being an heirloom from my dad. Pulling it out I pushed the strap down over my head and allowed the guitar to sink into a comfortable position. Getting my hands into the right posture I exhaled and began to play, the soft tune being swallowed by the crowd. Quietly I began to sing in hopes somebody would stop by and drop some money into my case, the money going towards my rent for the month. It was hard being a street musician in this city as many people would come up and either steal my hard earned paycheck or turn away and scoff at both my skills and appearance. I'll admit I'm not the most attractive woman or have the most fancy clothes but I think what threw people off was the lack of multiple fingers and multiple scars on my hands. My dad had said it was because my mom had taken some pills she shouldn't have while she was pregnant with me and I would have asked her up front about it except for the fact that she ran off never to be seen by the two of us again. I closed my eyes and allowed my body to sway to the music, my eyes opening when I heard clinking in my case. I looked down to see a couple of quarters had been thrown in along with a dollar. You have to start somewhere. And so there I stood playing and singing, people throwing in money every once in a while. Around noon I moved to a different spot and continued my routine. By 1:00 I had made about $30 but I knew I needed to go to a different spot. As I was walking down the sidewalk someone bumped into me and in their rush took my guitar case with them. "Hey! Get back here!" Quickly I rushed after the man who had taken it, people cursing at me for pushing them. Rounding a corner I was close to catching the thief but he instantly vanished, the only thing telling me he was there being a few dollars I had made. Desperately I looked around but I couldn't find my beloved guitar anywhere. No, this can't be happening! In defeat I picked up the money that was on the ground, it adding up to $5. There was no way I was going to be able to pay rent now. With a saddened sigh I made my way to the GCPD, praying that they could help me. As I walked down the sidewalk I passed by a food stand, the employee shooing away a homeless woman. She seemed desperate as she pleaded with the young man but he was having none of it, him eventually smacking her. My eyes followed the defeated lady, knowing fully well that could be me. Looking down at the pocket of my jacket I knew what I had to do. "Excuse me, sir." "Oh, hello there! What can I get for you?" "I'd like one bowl of soup please." "Of course!" The young man worked quickly at pouring the vegetable beef soup into a Styrofoam bowl before plopping a slice of bread and plastic spoon in. "That'll be $5." I handed him the rest of my cash as he gave me the bowl, I nodding my head at him. "Thank you and please come again!" I turned away and spotted the woman, quickly heading over to her. "Excuse me, Miss. Here, you forgot this." I held out the foam bowl and I could see the hunger in her eyes. "Thank you honey, but a growing girl like you should have it." "No please, I insist." She was hesitant but took it in her hands anyway, thanking me once more. "It's no problem." "Bless you, child." She hurried off and I made my way to the GCPD. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I huffed angrily as I stormed out of the white building, anger evident in my soul. The cops I had talked to said there wasn't any need to help me as I was just a low life. In my rage I had yelled back and had possibly thrown a punch or two but was simply escorted to the front doors, the two cops watching me leave the premise. Scumbags. I fluffed my jacket and walked away, knowing fully well that if I saw another cop I would lash out. I decided it was time to head home and maybe listen to some cassette tapes to calm me down. I sighed as I looked up at the sky, grey clouds masking the Sun. Such a beautiful day ruined. I stuffed my hands in my pockets and continued my way till I reached my small apartment in the Narrows. Stomping up the rusty stairs I reached my apartment and unlocked the door, the dimly lit one room greeting me. Turning on a lamp near my bed I took off my boots and flopped onto the mattress. Sighing, my hand found my cassette player and I hit the play button, my dad's voice echoing in the room. My lip curled slightly as it played my favorite cover by him, the one he played before he left. I never understood why he left me to fend for myself at such a young age but I've overlooked it. My eyes closed as his guitar strumming lulled me into sleep. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It had been a few days since I had informed the police of my theft but they still hadn't given me any information about my missing instrument. I was starting to worry that I would never see it again and the note of one week till eviction on my apartment door didn't help at all. So in an effort to get rid of bad thoughts I took a walk around the city to clear my mind. Tonight the streets seemed barren as I roamed about, homeless looking at me like I was of the high society. Better start making friends. I rounded a corner and found myself near the Green Zone, cars parked everywhere along the sidewalks. Must be a couple of parties tonight. Stopping in the street I looked up at one of the windows with the lights on, my eyes following the silhouettes in the room. Classical music poured out of the window and I couldn't help but smile at the sound of Mozart. Suddenly I felt an arm wrap around my waist and before I had time to scream a rag covered my mouth. "Shh, my little piggy. Pyg has got you." I thrashed around in fear but the chemicals on the rag began to slow me down and before I knew it my vision had faded to inky black. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I groaned as my eyes fluttered open, my head pounding like never before. My surroundings were a bit blurry but after blinking a few times everything became crystal clear. I could heart my heart beat loud as I tried to stand, only to find my wrists were tied tightly to the arms of a chair I was seated in. Panic thrilled through my veins and began to freak out, my breathing becoming erratic as I struggled against my bonds. "Careful, my little piggy. We wouldn't want your skin to get chaffed." I froze as that voice came right from behind me. Hands laid themselves on my shoulders and I couldn't help the squeak that slipped out when the person sniffed my hair. The person let out a hearty chuckle and made their way into my vision, my eyes widening when I saw the person up close. They were a man with a pig's mask covering most of their face, his chin and mouth the only things exposed, and he seemed to stand proudly tall in his brown dress shirt and cream apron, the multitude of knives in it's front pocket making me gulp. "It's so nice to see you up close, Y/n. Watching from far away was starting to get a bit boring." He snorted which sounded like a pig, it adding to the creepy warehouse atmosphere. "W-Who are y-you?" "Professor Pyg at your service, my dear." He gave a bow and I couldn't help but gulp, fear crawling further through my body. "Why so afraid, dearest? I'm not going to harm you." "L-Listen, I think y-you have the w-wrong person. T-There are l-lots of Y-Y/ns here in G-Gotham!" "Oh I have the right person alright. There's no other Y/n that has such great taste with music." His gaze made me uncomfortable so I tried to curl up but my bonds wouldn't allow me to. I could see the anger in his eyes at my actions but he simply smiled and pat my leg. "I know something that'll cheer you right up." I watched as he walked away and into the darkness, returning a few moments later with a black case. "I know how much you've been missing this as it was your father's and it meant a lot to you so I recovered it just for you." The man opened the case and I couldn't help but gasp. Inside laid my dad's guitar all polished and shined up. It almost looked as if it was brand new. "W-Where did you find it?" "A dirty cop under Penguin's wing had it. Naughty boy. He should know better than to mess with something that isn't his." I was taken back by the possessiveness of that sentence. Who exactly was this guy? "I simply can not wait to hear you play! It will be nice to be the only one to hear you!" He squealed in excitement, it being an oink. "W-Why am I h-here, exactly?" "You, my dear, are here for your own good. I've seen the kindness you share with this city, the way you earn your living, the place you stay at. I've watched you play so many times, in fact every day I try and find where you are just to listen. You are so pure and yet nobody respects that. They all take and take and take but never give! Well it's high time that you get what you deserve...some gratitude!" He slammed the table I was seated in front of with his hands and I jumped, I not going to far because of the bonds. Suddenly my stomach growled and a pink hue overcame my cheeks. "Ah yes. The starving artist comes to light. You haven't eaten in a quite a while, have you dear?" I shook my head and he chuckled. "Well it's a good thing I made dinner. Wait right here~" He ran off and I took the time to try and get my wrists loose to no avail. The pig came back and set a plate of some kind of pie down along with a fork and knife. Looking at it the pie seemed normal but because of the situation I was in it didn't seem trustworthy. Professor Pyg picked up the utensils and began to cut into the dough, the smell of grease wafting into my nose. Done cutting he stabbed a piece of dough that also had some meat on it, him bringing the fork to my mouth. "Open up, dear." I shook my head and turned away. He growled and grabbed my chin before forcing the fork in my mouth, the food utterly disgusting. I attempted to spit it out but he quickly clamped a hand over my face so I couldn't breathe. Struggling to get air in I swallowed, the hand coming off which allowed me to gulp in oxygen. "What was that?!" "Simply the man who stole your guitar." I choked on my saliva. Did he say what I think he just said? "W-what?!" "He hurt you, dearest. You and this city. It was high time he got what he deserved and what better way to make him useful than for him to feed you." "Y-you're sick! L-let me go this instant!" I pushed and pulled against the ropes around my wrists, desperately trying to get free. "Now, now, my little piggy. You eat this lovely meal I prepared just for you and then afterwords you and I can make sweet music together."

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<EN>rrect! Wow, all of you are just horrible at this! And I haven’t even gotten to the real riddles yet!

<note>4 men were dangling off the end of the Brown Bridge, screaming for dear life. Edward cleared his throat.</note>

<EN>Ahem! Riddle me this-

<BM>Riddler!

<note>Edward was interrupted, though he beamed with delight.</note>

<EN>Batman! You’ve come! Finally, I was suspecting you would catch up to me. As planned.

<BM>Riddler, this game is over. Get down now or else.

<note>Edward ignores him.</note>

<EN>You know, I never quite got the whole code you have.

<EN>I mean, kill no one? Really Bats? How much trouble has that gotten you into?

<note> Batman moved his hand to grab something on his belt when Edward gave a quick shout, hitting the bottom of his cane to the bridge under his feet.</note>

<EN>Hey! Move a muscle and they fall so hard it will put Professor Moriarty’s death to shame.

<note>Edward mentally cheered when the Bat got his reference, as Batman froze before holding up his still hands.</note>

<BM>We can be civil Riddler. This doesn’t need to end in blood shed.

<note>Edward rolled his eyes.</note>

<EN>Oh please. Of course it can.

<EN>I could also have Scarecrow toy with my brain until I forget both my childhood trauma and my middle name.

<EN>But that isn’t happening now, is it?

<EN>Now. Riddle me this Batman! A criminal and 4 civilians dangle off a volcano! You can only save one group. Who shall it be, hm?

<note> Batman sighed softly before pausing in silence </note>

<BM>Save the criminal and the civilians. No specifications clarified how big the group could be.

<EN>Ding ding ding! Exactly what I expected you to say! Now, let’s say we add those specifications!

<note> Everyone watched the interaction go down in utter silence.</note>

<EN>One chaotic criminal and 4 law-defying civilians dangle over the edge of a bridge in New Jersey! You may only say 4 people! But if the criminal is saved, you will most definitely drop the other 3 you so chose! So who shall the dark knight allow the sun, hm?

<BM>Riddler don’t-

<EN>Yaawn! You bore me! If you don’t answer fast I may drop dead!

<note>Batman tried to step forward when Edward raised his hand up high. His purple gloves has a decent sized button on the palm.</note>

<EN>If I close my fist they drop. Move again and the cracks that will ring throughout this district will be on your armored hands.

<note>Batman fell both silent and still.</note>

<EN>Now. This isn’t completely about revenge. So much as a psychology experiment. Testing your little moral code. 4 civilians vs one Riddler.

<EN>The fact you’re even contemplating this makes me think you should be thrown in Arkham with the pygs and tranquilizers.

<BM>Everyone deserves life.

<note>Riddler scoffed and gave a joyful chuckle.</note>

<EN>Oh really? Does the worst of Gotham deserve it? Do those who refuse to reform deserve it? The killers of no cause? The men who strip the poor for fun?

<BM>Everyone deserved a chance. No matter how hard it may be, they will see the wrong in their doings. It’s human nature.

<EN>Hah! Human nature. Sounds like someone dropped out of their sociology class at grade 11. News flash Bats! Not all humans have good intentions!

<EN>Now I will give you this. These 4 morally black civilians are hanging. Though, all the strings eventually connect into one, as you can see. So, if you have the strength, which I know you do, you could save them all.

<EN>But it will take a lot of hands. You’d catch them by a hair, just dangling off the bridge. You’d have to lower them safely while the other palm grips a bridge.

<EN>Essentially, it will take enough hands that you won’t be able to gather more than these citizens once they drop.

“Help us Batman!”

“Let this lunatic drop why don’t ya?!”

“We-we’ll pay you whatever you want, just catch us!”

<note>The words spewed by the hanging Gothamites had Batman mentally cringing.</note>

<BM>And if I catch you in time to get the others?

<EN>Unlikely. That would require you to catch me

<EN> off guard!

<note>As soon as “guard” fell past the Riddler’s lips, he ran backwards, before jumping off the bridge with a gleeful twirl and the closing off his gloved fist; consequentially hitting the button on his palm needed to kick start the others fall.</note>

<note>The 4, dangling for dear life, dropped. Batman gave an angry “No!” before diving to grab their string.</note>

<note>As he did, he gripped the metal of the bridge, ending the fall temporarily just as Riddler foretold, and leaving the civilians unharmed. Riddler gave a loud laugh that rang throughout Gotham as he fell. Batman turned his head in enough time to see Riddler rapidly descend with a wide smile.</note>

<EN>And now we see how the Batman tick-”

<note>Riddler’s voice was cut off by the loud crash of body to ocean, everyone cringing due to it’s magnified volume from the mic once attached to Riddler’s body.</note>

<note>After saving questionable citizens, Batman dove to the water to fish the rogue’s body out. Batman returned to the bridge, wet, in shock, and empty armed.</note>

<note>Riddler was gone, taken by waves. An indirect violation of the Bat’s code and a surprising, startling, ending to every viewer on the bridge.</note>

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While the colorful villains may be what many people associate with Gotham, the show’s heart is embodied by one man: Jim Gordon. A good cop trying—and failing—to keep his conscious clean in a city in which the good guys only win by being bad, it’s Jim Gordon that makes an often over-the-top show like Gotham relatable. It’s his story in which we find the message beneath the show’s madness. We might not be able to relate to a green-suited evil genius who holds the city hostage through riddles or a fear-obsessed child of a doctor who terrorizes people while wearing a burlap mask, but we can sure relate to a man trying to avoid losing hope as the world around him seems to be getting worse by the day. We know exactly what it feels like to discover that the road to success may mean compromising our ideals and beliefs.

“There’s always been a sadness to Gordon,” actor Ben McKenzie said recently. “You see it as commissioner when he’s barely holding it together and in desperate need of Batman to keep the city from falling apart. When he first comes in, he’s much more idealistic. What I like is to watch the world beat him down and knock him to shreds, and have to get up in the morning and pick himself up every day. That’s what I always liked about him, and that’s what [Executive Producer] Bruno Heller and I always bonded over—this everyman hero keeping the wolves at bay as best he can until ultimately they need a guy dressed as a bat to save them.”

Last week’s episode marked something of a turning point for Gordon, culminating in a brutal confrontation between the newly anointed captain of the GCPD and the woman who anointed him, the cold-and-calculating Sofia Falcone, that left Gordon injured and Falcone dead. As he recovered, Gordon’s often estranged friend and partner Harvey Bullock squelched Jim’s plans to reveal that he was indirectly responsible for Falcone’s rise and Professor Pyg’s earlier killing spree, insisting that the cops who worked under Jim needed their hero untarnished and that Gordon’s guilt was his to bear alone. It was a surprising statement and a direct inverse of Batman’s decision at the end of The Dark Knight, but it makes perfect sense. Gordon operates within the system. It’s only Batman, who doesn’t yet exist, who finally realizes that to be effective in Gotham requires working outside of it.

“Gordon’s a noirish detective,” McKenzie suggests. “He’s always making mistakes. He doesn’t have the full information, but he’s the smartest guy in the room, and when things culminate with the villain, he’s going to figure out how to get his way out of it. But each time he does it, he pays another price and gets beaten down.”

Tonight’s episode, “One of My Three Soups,” is a very Gordon-centric episode, and one of the strongest episodes of what’s arguably Gotham’s strongest season so far. Perhaps uncoincidentally, it was also directed by the man who knows the character better than anyone else: McKenzie. “One of My Three Soups” finds Gordon and Bullock attempting to stop a recently escaped Mad Hatter from killing thousands of people, while also offering some of the deepest insight yet into the background of Jerome Velaska, the popular recurring villain who may or may not be the Joker. (And as if Jerome and Mad Hatter weren’t exciting enough, the Scarecrow makes a pretty sweet return in it as well.)

With some of Gotham’s most dangerous villains returning to action, Gordon will once again find himself tested. Of course, he’ll rise to the occasion—that’s part of who Jim Gordon is. But with everything that’s happened since he became captain, we’re now witnessing a damaged hero try to regain his way. It’s a compelling journey, and it’s unclear at the moment where it’ll take him or if he’ll have to make the journey alone. Currently, things with his best friend Harvey are a little less than great.

“Gordon arguably has done worse than we’ve ever seen Bullock do onscreen,” McKenzie reminds us. “Harvey knows what Jim has done, more or less. Almost all of it. So, there’s a sort of brotherhood of the dirty. They know each other’s baggage and what skeletons they have in their closets. They’re more true peers now, as opposed to Jim having some sort of moral authority over Harvey. That doesn’t mean that Jim doesn’t keep striving, and it doesn’t mean that Harvey doesn’t keep going, ‘Eh, do you really want to fight this?’ But their understanding is a little different.”

As Gordon is feeling more uncertain than he ever has before, he’ll be forced to confront the newly escaped Jerome Velaska, a villain who revels in that sort of chaos—someone who would probably find the idea of one of the most honest people in Gotham being forced to lie to everyone in his life to hold onto his good reputation absolutely hilarious. Jerome has a plan to either control or destroy Gotham that will play out over the rest of the season. However, before he can get to it, Jerome finds himself unexpectedly confronting his past when he’s reunited with an abusive uncle. It doesn’t go how you’d expect, and also manages to paint the escaped psychopath in a sympathetic light.

“I think the more interesting exploration of [villains] is to push things as sympathetic as you can and to see what people react to,” shares McKenzie. “They know Jerome’s a psychopath. They know he’s a villain. There’s that old saying that ‘hurt people hurt people.’ Well, here’s a good example. Jerome was tortured brutally by his uncle, and yet, the way that he has chosen to handle that is to push that pain out at everybody else. Does that make what he’s doing right? Of course not, but we can understand him a little better.”

It’s this world of damaged heroes and sympathetic, often appealing villains that has always made the world of Batman stand out in comics, film and TV, and Gotham, even without its eventual Dark Knight, is no different. The city is all shades of grey, both metaphorically and often literally. As Carmine Falcone so perfectly said earlier this season, “The sun never shines here.”

As McKenzie puts it, “This is not a sanitized world where everyone always survives and the only people who get killed are people running from the huge superhero monster or whatever down the streets of Gotham. People are dying brutal ways all the time, and it’s just our way of reminding the audience of the tone of the show.”

Over four seasons, we’ve seen what Gotham does even to the best people. Death and destruction are the norm, corruption is everywhere and the bad guys are winning. It doesn’t take a lot to feel that way about our world as well—heck, all you really need to do is check the news. You’re bound to find something you think is awful. But what’s great about Gotham, and one of the reasons a dark show like this can continue to be such good escapism, is that we know that there’s cause for hope for the people of the city. We know that Batman’s coming, even if the characters don’t.

While shows like Supergirl, The Flash and Black Lightning give us a hero to serve as inspiration, Gotham’s approach has always been different. It shows us a world at its darkest, and given us a severely compromised hero, ultimately to demonstrate that even when things are at their worst, we should never give up hope. On Gotham, we know it’ll be Batman. In our own world and lives, only time will tell.

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PLEASEEEE DO A PART TWO TO THE ORPHAN READER MAYBE THEY GET COMFY WITH THE FAM AND THERES TIMES WHERE THEY SHOW IT?? and their reactions too? And at the end they accidentally says they're the best robin and the bat bros + bruce tease them!! if u can do this tysm!! (Sorry 4 caps i just loved that story!)

I was planning a part 2, no worries. All right, time to get to writing. Famous last word of the author who will procrastinate... Oops. Also, people who didn't read the first part, they can read it here: PART 1

Summary: (Y/N) is slowly getting more comfortable with his new family. The others are happy.

Warnings: fluff, (Y/N) thinking about his new life, teasing.

Quick note, this GIF is too adorable to not put here...

It has been a month since (Y/N) came to live with the Waynes. It was a difficult adjustment for (Y/N). After spending years on the Gotham streets, it wasn't easy to adjust to a warm room, a comfortable bed or 3 regular meals a day.

He also didn't like that he had to go to school. He preferred to learn on his own, it was much more better. But Bruce left him no choice. Bruce used his suit as leverage, using the threat of taking it.

(Y/N) disliked him even more due to the threat.

(Y/N) sighed as he walked down the school corridors, adjusting the straps of his bag. He was really going to escape one day. He thought about escaping often, but Bruce made sure that the house was secure like Pentagon. No out.

He was walking to his biology class, just ready to end the day. And he was hoping that he would avoid Damian, who disliked him. Even after a month of living with them, Damian still didn't tolerate him and would be set off by anything that (Y/N) did.

(Y/N) could only hope that he didn't have biology with Damian. He would rather shoot himself then sharing this class. He was avoiding Damian in school like a plague.

For a moment he thought about the other members of the family. Tim was the only one that (Y/N) could come to talk to. If one had a question, they would go ask another one. But he was still iffy around Tim, not knowing if he can trust him just yet.

Dick? Well, (Y/N) found him annoying with how much he was trying to welcome him into the family and into the home. But at least Dick was trying.

Jason was not welcoming towards (Y/N), but didn't fight with him like Damian. He just stayed out of (Y/N)'s way.

And Bruce? Well, he tried his best to get closer to (Y/N), but (Y/N) refused to open up to him. He can't expect (Y/N) to open up when Bruce adopted him by force.

Out of the corner of his eye he could see Damian, but he ignored him, turning his head completely.

" (Y/N) can you come and help me? " Tim asked him, popping his head into his room. (Y/N) lifted his head from his sketch book, sketching a new version of his bites.

" With what? " (Y/N) asked from the bed.

" It's a case, I'm just stumped. " Tim explained, scratching the back of his neck, clearly not wanting to admit the defeat.

" Sure, why not. " (Y/N) said, putting the sketchbook down and standing from the bed. He followed Tim to the cave. It seems like Tim was tired from the case itself.

" What is the case about? " (Y/N) asked.

" It's a murder case, my guess Professor Pyg, but I can't prove it. It's just... This case is so annoying. " Tim said, entering the cave.

(Y/N) didn't like the cave very much. It brought the memory of being brought here and (Y/N) didn't want to remember the night that changed his life. For the better or for worse? He still didn't know.

Tim pulled two chairs and (Y/N) sat down next to him, looking up at the big screen of the computer. Tim pulled up everything he had.

" So what is bothering you about this? " (Y/N) asked.

" Well, Professor Pyg was in Arkham, but he escaped, but there was a string of murders before hand. It seems like he was in Arkham and killing in the city at the same time. " Tim explained.

" Okay, well, it seems like he has a helper. Did you look into who spends the most time with him in Arkham? " (Y/N) asked Tim, now realizing that the others were in the cave too.

Shit.

" I didn't, but I will look into it. Thanks. Oh wait, I figured out the problem with the bites you said you had. " Tim said, giving him a few pieces of paper.

" You did? Thanks. " (Y/N) thanked Tim, moving to walk back upstairs, passing right past the others without a word. Bruce watched him walk off. He had a plan to get closer to (Y/N).

" I think that (Y/N) might be right about this. " Tim said, biting his nail.

" Good. " Bruce said, moving closer to the screen.

" Did you talk to (Y/N) about the internship at Wayne Enterprises? " Tim asked Bruce, looking at him.

" I will talk to him tonight after dinner before we go to patrol tonight. "

Tim nodded, turning his head back to look at the screen.

And after dinner, after (Y/N) went upstairs to his room, Bruce went after him, knocking on the door. He opened the door after her heard a faint come in.

Bruce entered the room, closing the door behind himself. (Y/N) was sitting at his desk, books open all over the desk.

" Are you busy? " Bruce asked, trying to ease the tension.

" At the moment no. " (Y/N) said dryly, turning in his chair to face Bruce. Bruce noticed how tense (Y/N) was and he hoped that this idea would work. He wanted (Y/N) to be comfortable with him and he knew that it would take time.

" So, I have an idea and you can say yes or no to it. " Bruce started, sitting down at (Y/N)'s bed. " I know you love to work on your suit, but I feel like there is more to your intelligence, so I talked to Lucius Fox, one of my trusted friends. He is the one who is responsible for making our suits. " Bruce stopped for a moment, watching (Y/N)'s reaction. He is interested, good.

" I talked to him about you helping him out as an intern. And you will be paid for your work. " Bruce said, making (Y/N) stand up from the chair in excitement.

" Really?! " (Y/N) asked, just shaking with excitement.

" Yes. I thought about you going everyday after school, but for a few hours. I can't forget about your school. " Bruce said and (Y/N) just flew into his arms into a hug.

When (Y/N) stopped hugging Bruce, already composed. He always dreamt of working in such a lab.

" And the money would be mine? " (Y/N) asked, liking the idea of earning his own money.

" Yes, you would have your own account and that is just yours. " Bruce said, happy to see that (Y/N) was happy.

" Thank you Bruce. " (Y/N) said, moving to sit back at the chair.

" No need to thank me. I saw how you don't really like being in school and the fact that you don't go out on patrol anymore, I thought that it would be nice to let you get out sometime. " Bruce said, suppressing a smile.

Everyone in the house could see the change in (Y/N)'s demeanor. He was happier since he started his internship and more so, he got more comfortable with Bruce. And Lucius was an amazing teacher and a mentor. And Bruce was definitely happier knowing that (Y/N) was more comfortable with him.

While (Y/N) was more comfortable with Bruce and Tim, the other three weren't so lucky. They didn't want to look like they didn't want (Y/N) here, but still, there was still some resentment towards him for taking their missions.

Jason came home from patrol, stressed out from the criminals and the lack of leads for a case. He had a plan. Take a shower and go on the roof to smoke.

Important note, be alone.

Jason took a quick shower then took his pack of cigarettes. He opened the window and climbed onto the roof. Jason shared a wall with (Y/N)'s room so he was and wasn't shocked when he saw (Y/N) sitting on the roof.

Jason noticed how tense he got when he saw him and simply put his cigarette in his mouth to raise his hands, to show that there is nothing to be tense about.

" Don't worry, I just came to smoke here. I had a rough night. " Jason said, taking a lighter and lighting up his cigarette. He took a long drag before letting the smoke out.

" What is bothering you? " He asked, letting the smoke out.

" It's nothing. " (Y/N) said, waving Jason off.

" Are you sure? I know we aren't close, but you can tell me. I won't tell Bruce. " Jason said, shocking himself with his statement. Since when did he care?

" Promise me that you won't tell Bruce? " (Y/N) asked.

" Promise. " Jason said. " You smoke? "

" No, I don't. " (Y/N) said, taking a deep breath.

" I just miss going out on patrol and I just miss my old life. " (Y/N) admitted to Jason, who nodded.

" I mean, it's nice to have 3 meals a day and a home, but all I knew all my life are the streets of Gotham. It's difficult to just switch your mindset. "

Jason took a drag, before letting his smoke out. " You know, I had the same problem when I first came here. I didn't really live on the streets, but I was close to. Bruce saved me and it was difficult for me to adjust too. " Jason admitted to (Y/N).

(Y/N) just raised his brow, maybe shocked to hear Jason's confession. But it felt nice knowing that he wasn't the only one who has felt the way he has. After going back into his room, Jason smiled at himself. (Y/N) got more comfortable with him...

Alfred asked Dick to pick up (Y/N) from his internship, since he couldn't make it. Dick didn't mind picking up his younger brother, in fact it meant that they could spend more time together. Usually Bruce would drop him off at home when he was done with work, but he had more work today.

Dick parked his car just when (Y/N) came out of the building. He waived him over and (Y/N) sped up to the car. He sat in the front, putting his bag down onto the car floor and putting his seatbelt on.

" How was your day? " Dick asked, driving to a cafe that he knew (Y/N) would love.

" It was fine. " (Y/N) said.

" What did you work on today? "

" Just some minor improvements for the suits and something for the company, just to keep up the façade. " (Y/N) said vaguely.

" That's nice. "

" Where are we going? " (Y/N) asked, noticing that they weren't going to the manor.

" You and I are going to hang out today. " Dick said, with a far too much of a cheerful voice than (Y/N) would have liked.

" Great. " (Y/N) said dryly, clearly not happy with the idea.

" Don't be so negative Jinx. We are going to go to a cafe to get some drinks. "

(Y/N) didn't know why they would do that, but he has no choice. he doesn't want to walk back home.

" Don't be so negative about it. You will like it. " Dick said, finding a spot. He turned off the car and both of them stepped out. Dick led them into the quiet cafe and they both order coffees. They sat down, waiting for their drinks.

" I heard a rumor that you miss going on patrol. " Dick said, taking a sip of his coffee.

(Y/N) remembered the talk with Jason. Did he spill? " Who told you that? " (Y/N) asked, tilting his head.

" Nobody, I'm just messing with you. I can see it in your eyes. " Dick admitted, seeing the relief in his eyes. Jason definitely told Dick, but threatened his if he told anything to (Y/N) about his involement.

" I do miss it... It was way more free than now. "

" What if I tell you that Bruce wants you to go? " Dick said, bringing his mug to his lips.

" What? " (Y/N) asked, now completely shocked. What is Dick talking about?

" He told me that he is sure that you will like to be back on patrol. He saw how you miss it and since you have been here long enough for Bruce to trust you, then he said you are allowed to go. " Dick said, reaching for his pocket. There was the USB he handed out to (Y/N).

" I know you were working on a case when we... Took you in. So, I took it upon myself to investigate it. Here is everything I have collected. " Dick said, nodding to (Y/N) who was hesitant to take it.

" I know you are still hesitant, but I just want you too feel comfortable with me. " Dick said, watching (Y/N) sip his coffee.

" Well, it's not easy to get comfortable with the people that forced this on you. " (Y/N) said, tapping his fingers against the wooden table.

" I know, but it's better than you living on the streets. " Dick said, fixing his jacket.

" You are right about that, but I had fun on the streets. There wasn't a set of rules... "

" But there was a struggle. " Dick said, saving themselves an argument.

" Yeah, but still. " (Y/N) said, shrugging his shoulders.

And that same night, Jinx was officially back on the Gotham scene. It was obvious to all of them that patrol was something to bring out the old (Y/N) and not the new withdrawn (Y/N).

Bruce had to say, (Y/N) listened to them and let them know where he was and he listened to the orders and plans. He was paired with Damian. On tonight's agenda was destroying Penguin's weapons cache.

" Alright everyone, lets go. Watch out for the henchmen. " Batman said through the comms.

Everyone let out noises of agreement and on they went. Robin and Jinx moved swiftly and quietly, taking everyone out quietly. They didn't talk, they just moved around like shadows.

After a while, they met in the center of the building, looking at the weapons piled up here. There was enough to start a civil war in the city and probably the tristate area.

" Okay, even I don't need this much weapons. " Jason said, looking at the caches, whistling afterwards.

" Lets just destroy it and go home. " Jinx said, looking into his belt for explosives.

" Hang on, if we can put them into those vaults and in the process destroy the money..." Dick started, pointing at the vaults with his baton.

" That's not a bad idea. " Batman said, ready to push, but the doors closed and locked.

It was Penguin sending his goons in to kill them. All of them jumped into fight mode, each of them holding their own. During the fight, Jinx saw a goon pulling out a gun. It was pointed and Damian and Jinx didn't think before jumping in front of it, protecting Damian from the shot.

Damian was shocked to find that (Y/N) was shot because he was protecting him. None the less, they finished fighting and went straight to the cave. Bruce drove like a maniac, every single second precious to them when it came to being shot. They had notified Alfred to get the medical wing ready.

After coming to the cave and Alfred taking over the medical for (Y/N), everyone was silent. Damian didn't know what to say. It was weird and incomprehensible to him why would (Y/N) do that for him. They changed into their pajamas, just waiting for Alfred to come out with good news.

After what seemed like an eternity, Alfred came out, giving them those good news.

" He is going to be fine gentlemen. I will spend the night here just in case. You can go up and sleep it off. "

That same day, more precisely morning, they all came into the medical wing of the cave, waiting for (Y/N) to wake up. They were all anxious, watching like hawks.

After a while, (Y/N)'s eyes opened and everyone was silent. " Look, it's the best Robin. " (Y/N) giggled, pointing at Damian. Jason had to step out to let out a laugh. Bruce looked up to at the ceiling, wondering why did he adopt him.

Dick coughed, covering the snort that came out. (Y/N) is going to get teased relentlessly for the next couple of months.

Tim was shocked that it wasn't him. He felt slightly betrayed.

And Damian was outright shocked, which doesn't happen often. Holy shit. He was going to use this piece of information at every opportunity possible.

(Y/N) giggled and got quiet again. (Y/N) was okay and he was going to fit in with them.

[lawful-evil-novelist]

This might seem like a very weird question, but if you haven’t mentioned it before- Who are your top 5 or 10 Least favourite rogues + favourite rogues and why? Hope you don’t mind me asking

I CAN ABSOLUTELY DO THAT FRIEND.  I’m only going to do a top 5 least favorite because I like most rogues, but I will do a top 10 favorites.

Top 5 Least Favorite

5. Dollmaker-Dollmaker is creepy, and not the kind of creepy I like where it makes a compelling character.  No, he’s just creepy and uncomfortable and I don’t like it.

4. The Joker-Joker is a very compelling and interesting as a concept and if you list off his personality on paper he’s a decent character.  But he’s usually utilized poorly, and overused to the point of annoyance.

3. Professor Pyg-Nope.  No.  Nah.  No.

2. Lyle Bolton-You all know why I hate Bolton, I don’t think I need to explain that.

1. Dr. Hugo Strange-Look, you all know my problems with Strange, you all know why I hate him, I don’t want to repeat myself.

Top 10 Favorite

10. Pamela Isley-I absolutely love Ivy and how gray her morality is.  She has points but she’s going about these points the wrong way.  She complains about no one listening and then doesn’t listen herself.  Usually, I’d hate a character who is so hypocritical but her conviction really makes you grasp her side and see her anger, while acknowledging that she is still, on some level, wrong.

9. Maximillian Zeus-I find nothing more amusing than Maxie, and nothing more enjoyable.  Maxie is one of the few characters in a fictional world who grasps the gods of a pagan mythology perfectly, while also not believing in the same ideals.  Maxie is far, far kinder than Zeus in the actual mythology, but he’s still uncaring about humanity as a whole and has a superiority.  The only thing you notice is that he considers people he respects as fellow gods and legendary heroes, and that’s kinda the biggest honor he can bestow.  It’s fascinating to get into his head and look at how he sees the world.

8. Drury Walker-Look, I was introduced to Drury in probably the worst way, through The Batman where he’s just a dweeby nerd who gets special powers from a fluke.  But I love Drury in the comics.  Drury in the comics is so enjoyable.  He’s a gun for hire, ingenious, but clearly has had to build himself from nothing and doesn’t trust the establishment.  I also thoroughly enjoy that he will literally do anything for money and is so open about it he’ll literally switch sides if he’s offered more cash.  He’s not loyal to anyone but himself and has no shame in showing that off.

7. Waylon Jones-Firstly, I fucking love this crocodile man and he is beautiful fuck what anyone else says.  Secondly, Waylon has got to be the most enjoyable example of prejudice shown in an extreme light.  Usually I take issue with these “monster prejudice” stories but they did really well with Waylon in the comics.  It’s really clear from how he talks and interacts with other characters that he was not born acting like a monster, but is reacting to how he was treated.  When he realized no one would see him as anything but a monster, he gave up and became the monster.

6. Garfield Lynns-I like Garfield for many of the same reasons I like Drury.  It’s so obvious Garfield has no loyalty, that he does not care, that he is brilliant and has no shame in his skills or lack of loyalty.  I find these characters enjoyable for their sheer lack of fucks to give.  It’s so obvious characters like this have been told they won’t amount to anything and just being even moderately well known is enough for them.

5. Edward Nygma- Okay so Edward Nygma barely cracks my top 5 but he is still there so fight me.  Edward is bar none one of the most amazing shows of an intelligent, curious character who radiates charisma.  He is absolutely the most fun to watch just because of how happy he is to be doing ANYTHING.  He has so much energy and he’s so entertaining I just can’t help but crack a smile whenever I see his stupid face.

4. Mary Dahl-Mary Dahl is so enjoyable I can barely put it into words.  She just has this energy, how she switches so quickly from this dead-serious and almost furious irritation to her excitable childish nature.  She so obviously loves twisting everyone’s expectations around and scaring the shit out of people.  AND I LOVE IT.

3. Bane-Okat no joke, I wanna know if a single person exists who does not love comic Bane.  Comic Bane is intelligent, he’s strategic, he’s sarcastic, and he’s ruthless, but he acknowledges that he is not infallible, he struggles with addiction, he’s unsure of himself, he refuses to take credit for the good he does do because he doesn’t see himself as worthy of praise.  He is just a character with so much depth and nuance and just-I love this man guys, he is the actual best.

2. Lonnie Machin-Now I used to hate Lonnie but recently he’s shot up my list of favorite characters because I’ve begun heavily identifying with him.  And this isn’t because he’s perfectly relatable, he’s kinda a jerk sometimes, but there’s something about having a villain around your age who has the same problems with society that you have.  Lonnie is so adamant about fighting for people who have nothing and who are thought of as nothing and it’s so inspiring to see a kid stand up for people, and stand up for himself, and get people to notice problems with the world he lives in.  Does he pull this off?  No, not really, he’s kind of over the top with it, but his heart is in the right place and I like that.

1. Jonathan Crane-Okay, you guys have aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall heard me ramble about Jon and his character so I won’t waste your time here.  You know why I love this walking trainwreck.  He’s great, and he also needs to sleep.

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Gotham 04X06, ‘Hog Day Afternoon’

I cannot begin to describe how much I wish I could watch the next two episodes of Star Wars: Rebels early instead of watching this. This is Gotham.

- We open back at Cherry’s place, and what presumably is gonna be an incredibly awkward conversation between Ed and Lee.

- Ed tries to be nasty, and Lee shoots him down. Brutally. Nice to know somebody hasn’t forgotten about Kristin, or Lee’s baby.

- Lee’s right. Why should she care about what’s happened to Ed?

- I like this Lee. She calls Ed out on all his shit and doesn’t cut him any slack.

- Cut to Sofia and Oswald. Sofia tries to put the moves on Oswald while thunder rumbles outside, and Oswald looks overcome. And Gordon’s watching from the corner, voicing the same refrain, la la la. And apparently he seriously thinks he can run Sofia out of Gotham.

- Sofia makes a friendly wager. She’ll have Oswald in the palm of her hand within a few days; if she fails, she’ll do whatever Gordon wants.

- We cut to crooked cops, a cat, and a man wearing a pig mask. And a butcher’s knife, and blood spray. This episode’s doing great with atmosphere, as it happens. Maybe it’s because of the rain and the gloom, but it’s very atmospheric.

- “No cop would do this to another cop.” Really, Harvey? Do you remember the time nearly nobody tried to stop Zsasz and the Zsaszettes from taking Gordon away? Do you remember the time you held a gun to Gordon’s head? Do you remember the time, just a few episodes ago, when some of your fellow cops beat the tar out of your partner? Harvey seems to have developed the same specific form of amnesia regarding internal conflict among the force as Gordon has regarding death and resurrection.

- Gordon heads over to Oswald to see if he knows why somebody would kill the dead guy. Oswald is wonderfully dismissive.

- We’re back to Professor Pyg singing opera. I don’t know much about his character, but I do know that the opera singing is a thing from the comics, so I guess, yay?

- As Gordon and Bullock threaten a suspect, they find out there were pig heads. As in, plural.

- Sofia’s bailed on Oswald, and Zsasz starts eating form the lunch table. Oswald, not unreasonably, sets Zsasz to figuring out what the heck’s going on.

- Back to Cherry’s place. The only person in this scene I care about is Lee, and Lee is looking at Grundy like she really doesn’t know how happy she’s supposed to be about this. Lee looks ambivalent in general.

- Grundy gets the tar beat out of him. Ed berates him into getting up and fighting. (If the writers are trying to make me at all sympathetic towards Ed, it’s not working. If anything, it’s making me feel even less sympathetic, because Grundy comes across as a developmentally delayed child.)

- Gordon and Bullock are not exactly making friends of their fellow officers. Bullock in particular is really undermining his own authority. Gordon’s name is already mud to his fellow cops, so I don’t suppose his roughing them up and locking one in a car trunk is going to leave him any worse off than he already was.

- Gordon and Bullock head to court—where their informant is supposed to be—only to find two more dead cops with pig heads over their heads.

- Lee tries to get answers out of Grundy. I don’t give a damn about Grundy, but Lee trying to make Grundy understand that Ed doesn’t give a damn about him is still important to me. Mainly because Lee’s talking sense. And Ed tries to get Lee to help him again.

- What kind of deal do Lee and Cherry have?

- Lee appears to have opened a clinic. …Which of course Ed sneaks into.

- Nice to know someone around here is trying to make people’s lives better for them. …And I’m pretty sure Ed’s going to coerce Lee into helping him somehow. Probably by either threatening the lives of her patients or threatening to have her clinic taken away from her somehow. That smile doesn’t bode of good things.

- We switch to Zsasz following Sofia around, taking pictures.

- Bullock points out the obvious—that it’s really weird that the perp knew exactly where the victims would be and when they’d be there. This suggests, if not a cop, then someone who has the time and resources to track these cops all around Gotham and memorize their routes. Plus a lot of dedication. Which, and I think Bullock’s right, suggests that Pyg’s primary motivation is dissatisfaction with the corruption in the police force.

- Hi, Harper! Please don’t die!

- And Pyg’s got another victim lined up.

- Lee isn’t interested in watching Grundy get the tar beat out of him again. Nor am I, honestly.

- I didn’t think Cherry would be so happy about Grundy apparently killing guys who get into the ring with him. Wouldn’t hiding the bodies be a huge hassle, and wouldn’t that risk bringing more heat down on her than she wants?

- And Ed does indeed threaten Lee through the clinic. Asshole.

- It is kind of funny that Lee has to remind him what “blackmail” is, and that he can’t even formulate a threat. Lee treats this with the contempt it deserves.

- Lee is possibly me.

- More good atmosphere in a dark, creepy abandoned building. Helped along by a top-notch score. I can compliment this show when it deserves it, you know.

- And we have our fourth victim, but he’s still alive. Well, not for long. Soon he’s chunks, because somebody sewed a live grenade inside of him and hooked the key to the pig head.

- Gordon wakes up after the explosion tied to a chair. Oh, please tell me he’s gonna get called out on his corruption now!

- Pyg introduces himself.

- Shit, he’s gonna kill Bullock. And worse, he thinks Gordon isn’t dirty!

- Pyg, honey, Gordon is so deeply mired in corruption that he doesn’t even know how to respond properly to it anymore.

- I like this version of Pyg. I do want to know what his “personal” reasons are for hating the GCPD are.

- Harvey’s screaming off-screen.

- Jim proves that once again he doesn’t give a damn about his personal safety, and poor Harvey gets his throat cut. I’m assuming that plot will save him, since the show didn’t remember that people can survive getting their throats cut when it came to poor, dead Alex.

- And offhand, I’d say Ed has probably stolen Lee’s stockpile of antibiotics.

- The differences between Lee, who is driven by guilt, and Ed, who probably has no idea what guilt even feels like anymore, are striking. (And we get no answer as to whether he stole the antibiotics, but I still say he probably did.)

- Sofia is definitely cultivating a name for herself as a villain with good publicity. And is definitely on her way to getting Oswald eating out of her hand.

- @rhavewellyarnbag is definitely right; Gordon’s most meaningful interactions are with men. That scene with Harvey is probably as genuine as he’s capable of being. Up until Gordon started slinging accusations, I kinda expected him to lean over and kiss Harvey on the top of his head.

Of course, Gordon ruins it by showing no sympathy, not even making a stab at empathy, and is instead just stone cold unsympathetic without even trying to understand what would drive someone to do that, so even though one of these guys takes money from a mobster and one of them doesn’t, I feel more sympathy for the former. Hey, Gordon, you’d probably have an easier time trying to clean up the GCPD, if, well… It would help if you weren’t so dirty you reek of chickenshit wherever you go, but it would also help if you could get off your high horse for five seconds. You can’t help your fellow cops clean themselves up if you don’t even try to understand why they’d get dirty. You’re just acting like Barnes at his worst (And you don’t have any of the pathos of Barnes, so you’re significantly less sympathetic than him).

(Come to think of it, I wouldn’t mind seeing Barnes again. Maybe he and Pyg could team up.)

- The worst part of it is that it’s not necessary for Harvey to be taking payments from Oswald for Pyg to want to target him. It’s probably not a secret that Harvey has a historically loose relationship with departmental ethics, and it’s probably reasonable to assume that even if he wasn’t taking payments from Oswald, Pyg would see him as the captain who doesn’t stop his subordinates from working for mobsters, one of the wellsprings of police corruption. Isn’t that enough reason to want to kill him?

- We close with Pyg at a pig farm, reciting a creepy rhyme.

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Comic Book Review: Nightwing #20, "Nightwing Must Die, Finale"

By: Jerry Montgomery May 6, 2017

  Nightwing #20 “Nightwing Must Die, Finale”

  Written by: Tim Seeley Artwork by: Javier Fernandez

Nightwing #20 and it’s final chapter of the “Nightwing Must Die” story arc is just that, the end of a 5 part story. Before I go on, I’ll have to introduce some of it’s major players along the way. This is the Rebirth universe of DC so all characters have been reinvented of a sort. If you’ve got any knowledge the Rebirth event and consequences of “The Button” discovery in the Batcave, you know that 10 years time has been set back for the entire DC universe. That means that 10 years have been erased from every character. Therefore, all versions��pre-Crisis, post-Crisis, Flashpoint and New 52 are gone. Whatever or whomever is responsible has erased all knowledge from all, though a few characters are aware of previous realities. Batman, the Flash, Kid Flash and now Superman, know that something isn’t right.

  Way back in Nightwing #16, the “Nightwing Must Die” story arc began. Damian Wayne, the son of Bruce Wayne and Talia Al Ghul and grandson of Ras Al Ghul, is the current Robin. Damien is brash, argumentative at times and more violent and capable than any of the other Robins. What can you expect, having been trained by the League of Assassins and then getting dropped into the lap of his father, Batman? He’s not happy with Nightwing’s online popularity, even more so that he’s referred to as the first and best Robin and way annoyed with the assumption that he will be Batman one day. So, off to Bludhaven, that rank and rough city that Nightwing operates out of, a jealous Damien (give him a break, he’s only 10 years old!) goes. Also, Nightwing’s relationship with his girlfriend, Shawn Tsang, the reformed villainess, Defacer gets a little more complicated when she tells him she’s late (As in “that time of the month”, late.). Shawn is kidnapped by an unseen assailant later in the book and the now cadaverous looking Deathwing dispatches a gang of robbers with extreme prejudice. Dick and Damien agree to work together in solving this one, just like old times.

Issue #17 finds our heroes in Paris, France, where the clues have led them. It was revealed that Deathwing was behind the abduction of Shawn. Who is Deathwing? He is the future Nightwing, more violent and ruthless. Given the memories of the real Dick Grayson, Deathwing is uncertain of what his real name is, only that is the corrupted version of the original. Here, he looks like a walking corpse, dressed in the New 52 costume of Nightwing. Naturally, Nightwing and Damien find Deathwing ir us it the other way around? Anyway, the fighting commences within some empty catacombs and Damien gets locked in an empty tomb. Nightwing is slashed across the forehead with an odd-looking dagger and as the first drop of blood hits the ground, he begins to hallucinate all versions of himself across the multiverses. What’s up with that knife? How could it do that? Deathwing is ready to deliver the final blow to Nightwing but is interrupted by Robin…but not any Robin we know. Odd-Robin begins to battle Deathwing and by this time, Damien has freed himself and joins the fray. Nightwing gathers his wits and he and Damien proceed to beat their doubles. It is then that odd-Robin reveals that both he and Deathwing are Dollotrons. The products of Professor Pyg, the mad surgeon that wears a pig mask and uses unconventional instruments to adhere doll masks to his mind altered creations. But where is Shawn?

  Nightwing #18 opens up with Dick and Damien busting into Professor Pyg’s hideout, some abandoned foundry to save Shawn. Deathwing convinces Dollotron Robin free him from his bonds and then promptly kills him for his troubles. Damien and Dick defeat Professor Pyg and free Shawn but cant help but wonder how he has created such complicated Dollotrons. It is then that the Professor reveals a powerful player that has been pulling the strings all along. One that he has been creating these “imperfect” Dollotrons for. While Dick reunites with Shawn, Deathwing separates Damien from them and kidnaps him. As for that powerful person behind the scenes? Its Dr. Simon Hurt and Deathwing has delivered Damien right to him.

Who is Dr. Hurt? Well, he has claimed to be everything from Thomas Wayne, ancestor of Bruce and Damien from the 1700’s, to an actual demon to a psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum. He’s been called many things, black sheep, satanist…even the Devil himself. He features prominently in issue #19 of Nightwing and his plan is to sacrifice Damien at dawn as part of some blood ritual. Dick and Shawn have followed the clues to Egypt to save Damian. Here it’s revealed the true power of that mystical dagger in which Nightwing was slashed with. Rather than showing all versions of a person, it instead reveals all possible versions, of course, all evil. After the near death of Shawn, the severe beating and stabbbing of Deathwing with that magic dagger, Nightwing confronts Dr. Hurt, who has apparently already sacrificed Damien and falls through the floor right into…hell.

  So, issue #20 and the finale of the “Nightwing Must Die” story arc wraps it all up but is certainly setting up something big for the future…something wicked this way comes. Deathwing finally gets some clarity and insight into who he is and why even though he cannot remember who he is with the help of Shawn. Nightwing too ,while under the effects of the “Nothing Blade, is able to come to grips with what makes him different from Batman and what part of the Batman legacy is his to pass on. This realization is the breakthrough which allows him to defeat Dr. Hurt. Hurt, in the throes of defeat, reveals that he is afraid, as powerful and evil as he is, of something that’s coming and Deathwing performs an act of redemption for the pain he had on others with mysterious results. Damian, Shawn and Dick return to Bludhaven where Shawn finally addresses her pregnancy issue of is she or isn’t she? and Damien hashes it out with Dick to forge a new alliance of teamwork and friendship.

    The Verdict: At this point in time, it would most definitely be helpful to have read some of the previous issues to fully understand what’s going on in this one. I like the reintroduction of some of DC’s obscure characters from the past, brought in to be more than just an interim fill in between other story arcs. Also good is a possible tie in with the Batman cross-title event, “Dark Nights: Metal” coming with a chance of Dr. Hurts reappearance and something big. Building on Rebirth, this summer event is planned to push characters beyond their potential to a place where their courage is tested and persevere in the face of evil as Scott Snyder and Greg Capullo reunite to further transform the DC universe. If you’re a fan of any of the Batman titles, you really can’t go wrong with Nightwing.

[hellyeahheroes]

Super Sons #2 is a very interesting mix of comedy, especially concerning Damian and Jon’s encounter with Lex (a lot of “Damian, what are you doing?!” moments) and more serious aspects. While Kid Amazo was featured in previous issue and already showed to be at least somewhat scary, here in two pages he turns into an outright horrifying monster and there at least some small hints of a rather sad backstory. I find this turn of events interesting, since I wasn’t expecting this story to pull out a villain who outright kills people so early, considering it’s about adventures of two boys. But then again, Jon already faced Doomsday and Eradicator and Damian has fought all kinds of serious baddies, from his mother and grandfather to Professor Pyg. Still, part of me wonders if they didn’t got themselves into something way over their heads this time. Also, anyone able to point me to what story Amazo virus was in? First time I’ve heard of this thing.