#athletes hate gotham rogues

[thelibrarian1895]

Gotham Athletes

Despite producing a majority of the county's best, arguably the world's best, martial artists and gymnasts, athletes from Gotham are not allowed to compete in international events, particularly if it's a contact/combat event like martial arts. This is because 1) the various rogue chemical attacks will pop up on a drug screening test as enhancing drugs and 2) in combat/contact events Gothamites tend to be...overly aggressive.

Gotham has protested that no one has been permanently crippled for life. Various sports committees do not care or listen. Gotham is on very thin ice when it comes to national events or even inter city events. This is one of the reasons Gotham Knights frequently loses, too many penalties.

Certain drugs used in chemical attacks by rogues, particularly the Joker and Scarecrow, do in fact work as performance enhancers. Generally it just doesn't do the one suffering any good since they're dealing with things like full body paralysis or mental torture. The antidotes relieve the suffering but everything still shows up in blood tests after the fact. It actually takes a year or more for certain factors to be entirely removed. The batfamily cannot compete in any sort of official event because of constant exposure despite their best efforts to avoid via rebreathers and taking out villains before chemicals can be released. Jason is particularly NOT happy about this since there are potentially addictive components and that is a major trigger for Jason. Scarecrow suffers since no one will let Jason near the Joker. It does give Dick Grayson, noted gymnast, a good excuse for not competing in the Olympics even though everyone knows he'd sweep the event.

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Omega Bruce must have a mate A/B/O slavery mercyfic Omegaverse Undercover mission gone wrong, arranged marriage au, Krypton survives au, omega Bruce, terms of endearment/pet names, scars, trust, mind-controlled Batman, World's Finest 2022, wingfic

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Clark is raised by the Amazons

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Angst or Hurt/Comfort All Star Superman angst

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Getting turned into an animal Cat owner Clark and dog owner Bruce

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Arranged marriage / royalty AU Marriage of convenience (that turns into true love)

Alternative Universe (AU)

Adoption Swap (Bruce is raised by the Kents, Clark is raised by Alfred) Artist!Bruce Astronaut Bruce and Alien Kal-El! Astronomy Professor!Clark Athlete!Clark & Musician!Bruce Justice League Band AU Superbat: bridgerton edition Kal-El's rocket lands behind the Wayne manor, childhood friends AU Cafe au no capes just two shop owners going at it Coffee Shop AU College party Batfam cryptid AU Dark AU Dungeons & Dragons Doctor Bruce Wayne Doctor!Bruce & Hairdresser!Clark Doctor/patient AU Eldritch AU Professor AU English Professor Clark and History Professor Bruce Superman got really into writing Bruce Wayne RPF for money. (Inspired by ship-to-ship combat.) Fantasy AU Clark is a wildfire fighter Doctor Bruce/Fireman Clark Doctor!Bruce & firefighter!Clark medical drama Lesbians!!!!!! Ghost-singer!Clark & Popstar!Bruce Gladiator AU Gotham By Gaslight Stuck in a time loop of the same day together Hallmark AU High school/college AU Historic AU/period-piece Historical AU How to Train Your Dragons AU Injustice Universe Justice Lords Krypton Lives Krypton survives or the Waynes live OR both at the same time! :D Rival mafia bosses “ Bring your kid to work day” Book/movie AU (e.g. Titanic, Sherlock Holmes) A King and His Knight One's a knight, one's a prince Mer AU Middle Earth AU Musician AU Mythical Creatures AU where one isn't a superhero, just a civilian No capes/powers AU Novelist Clark Kent Office Romance Origin Swap (Bruce is Kryptonian, Clark is human) Other earths Personal trainer!Clark & Masseur!Bruce Golden Age of Piracy AU In that alley way at 8 years old, a red lantern ring finds Bruce Wayne Role-reversal Rogue swap Royalty AU Royalty!Bruce & Waiter!Clark Serial killer AU Superbat as Sherlock and John Soulmate AU where Clark Meets “Matches” First Professional Sports AU Superhero Academy teen romance Supernatural Teacher(s) Theater AU: we’re the romantic leads and we hate each Time Period AU Undercover Boss Bruce Wayne falls for Planet intern Clark Kent Villains AU Warworld Clark and Space!pirate Bruce Wayne Western AU/Cowboys AU

[ameba-from-space]

Ooooo now you got me curious how a female Bruce Wayne role as batman would be different. Especially how she would play the Brucie Wayne act

Ohhhhhh I was hoping someone would ask me this, get ready for the info dump

First of let me start with the batsuit and a area that kinda reaches headcanon land here. I believe if Batman was a woman the batsuit would be designed to make her look like a man, even going so far as to add a voice modulator to sound like a man, why? Well there are 2 main reasons, first because that's what people expect from batman and that would help with the intimidation factor also it would help keep her identity secret and secondly cause let's face it, male superheros are more respected than female heroes even to this day, she would pick this just to make her job easier sincerely.

Now her fighting style would also change as would her physique, do not get me wrong here a female batman would be fucking toned, muscles for days, but as she is also public figure things would have to change, male bruce wayne can walk around being a pile of muscles cause thats expected of a playboy who cares for his appearance, also his suits generally cover his body pretty well, now a female bruce wayne would have to be much more careful with her muscle and scars, if she goes with skimpy dresses everyone will get to see her bunch of scars and bulging muscles, and while that would be fine if she was a man as a woman this would be a fucking scandal, everyone would want to figure out why local bimbo brucie had the body of a professional athlete and the scars of a soldier, these things are considered anomalies in woman, she would have to wear big full body coverage clothing if she wanted to go anywhere, so she would probably try to keep scars at minimal and muscles more on the lean side, also probably went through many plastic surgeries to erase scars and sometimes fix her face when rogues make marks on it

Let's talk about my favorite part of discussing female batman, Brucie. I already started talking about it a little bit on the last section but I kinda held of of going full on about it cause I wanted to make it its on part. Ok let's go. Let's assume female batman went the same route as male batman, her life would be hell, a himbo is an affectionate term, a bimbo is derogatory, if a man sleeps around he is called a playboy and will sometimes get a slap on the wrist, if a woman sleeps around she is a whore who is the filth of society. Every aspect of her life would suffer if she took on the bimbo route, people would take her even less serious than they do with male bruce, she would probably lose control of wayne corp, and if she didn't people would attribute it's success to her whoring it around and not a single man in it would take her seriously, she would have struggled way more in the adoption process as a single mother especially with a reputation of being a bimbo and probably would be accused of being the kids bio mother and not wanting to admit it, she would probably be in way more danger of being harassed than if she was a man cause people think if a woman sleeps around her body is public property, and guess what if she wanted to mantain the persona she probably would have to just let people harass her and pretend to enjoy it, gotham most likely would hate her and see her as just a "dumb bitch", the only advantage of this route is that there would never be any suspicion on her as being batman but every single other aspect of her life would suffer, but knowing how self destructive bruce is they would probably go this route if it meant the least amount of suspicions. If she wanted to make her life easier I think they would go with the snobby socialite route, acting like she thinks she is better than everyone while doing all the good work behind the curtains, she would still get a big ammount of hate but less than bimbo brucie.

Ok there is more to talk about here, mainly could rant for hours on how harder her social life would be, and also about how harder getting custody of her kids would be, but this post is already long enough and i rewrote this like 5 times so i will leave it at this.

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

I am looking forward to reading the continuation of the alternative ending of satisfied! Can’t wait! 😜

Happy Easter lmao here’s your monthly dose of depression ig

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@solangelo252

The life of a captive of Bruce Wayne was surprisingly posh.

Maybe her standards were just really low because the last place she’d been held had been a lab where fear gas was tested on her almost daily(? her concept of time was fuzzy)... or maybe the Waynes just knew how to treat a kidnapee. Who knew.

But, hey, she’d been given a phone!

It was hacked, of course. Anything on the internet that even vaguely mentioned Bruce Wayne, the bats, or the Rogues was impossible to access. This had been a little annoying, but not necessarily unexpected. She was more surprised that they were giving her a phone at all.

She sat on the end of the bed, legs swinging like a toddler’s as she looked through twitter.

Gotham twitter just wasn’t the same, though. Where were the people joking about how they’d been praying for a Scarecrow attack so they wouldn’t have to take their finals? The underpaid cafe workers talking about how Batman had come in at 5am for coffee to get through the last leg of patrols and they had to turn him down because they weren’t open yet? Even the usual jokes about the Next Wayne(TM) were hidden from her! No, the internet almost seemed empty.

This left her with very few things to do. It wasn’t like she could request people to talk to her -- not that she’d wanted to, she didn’t want to bother them -- so… she was pretty much always working out or sleeping.

Working out was nice. She hadn’t been allowed to do it much while with Harley and it felt weird to be so out of shape. Who knew it could happen so fast? Certainly not her, and she was going to rectify her newfound lack of athletic ability. Dick even came by daily to help, so she was quickly getting back into the swing of things.

But as for sleeping...

Kwami, she missed caffeine.

Her subconscious was apparently determined to torture her.

(She supposed someone had to do it, since Joker hadn’t followed through on his intentions.)

Most dreams were haunted with memories of the stupid fear gas-induced hallucinations. The bats, now accompanied by Harley, would tell her exactly how much of a screw up she was. They’d give her disgusted looks and admit that they regretted ever talking to her or taking her in. And then they’d leave her, alone, surrounded by the corpses of she hadn’t been able to help.

She’d wake up crying and alone. She’d put on a random podcast and then wrap herself up in her blankets to try and trick her mind into thinking someone was with her.

And, when it wasn’t that dream, she found herself drowning in acid again. For such a short part of a series of unfortunate events, it sure did have an effect on her. She’d scream as the acid touched her skin, burned her lungs, tried to seep into her ear canals… and then she’d get pulled out to look at Joker’s smug face and she’d almost want to be pushed back under because she hated to see him looking so satisfied.

Those ones hurt. She’d wake up, her throat screamed raw, her lungs aching. Even hours later, she’d find herself running her hands over every bit of exposed skin to try and get rid of the feeling of the acid gnawing away at her.

The worst dreams, though, were the ones where she’d be visited by Bruce. Everything would go to plan. She’d stab him in the jugular and then pull the pen out, watching as blood spurted from the wound. He’d fall to the ground at her feet, unable to speak above the blood gurgling in his throat, and she’d just watch him. He didn’t even look betrayed, he just looked… he looked like he accepted it, like he accepted her and what she’d done and that he still cared for her after all that she’d done.

And then she’d wake up, but she never really felt awake when those dreams came. She felt like she was still half asleep, her body more limp than Bruce’s had been at the end of her dream, and any emotion she should have seemed impossible.

She hated the numb. At least she could do something with the screaming and the crying, at least she could bring herself down from those. How do you bring yourself down when you aren’t up in the first place?

But, maybe it was a good thing she was numb. It boded well for her. At least she wouldn’t be hurting if -- WHEN -- she managed to do it for real.

~

She turned off her phone, disappointed as always by how little content interested her, and almost cringed when she caught her appearance in the black screen.

Her skin was bleached from her time in the chemicals. The blood vessels under her eyes had burst when she’d been forced to go without coffee for too long. One of her cheeks were sucked in seemingly permanently from how often she’d been biting it. Her lips were stained cherry-red and stretched thinner than she remembered. Where her ears should have been were large holes in the sides of her head...

But nevermind that! The door slid open with a metallic hiss.

She didn’t know why she’d hoped it would be Bruce, she’d known perfectly well that that wouldn’t be happening for quite some time -- if ever -- but there she was, hoping it would be him. That this would end quickly.

Nope.

She looked up at Cass and Duke and her heart twinged painfully when she saw them.

She had missed them. So much.

(She’d almost been disappointed when she’d found out that they wouldn’t be home when she was going to try and kill Bruce, but then again she wanted them to continue liking her so maybe it was for the best she didn’t attempt to kill their father right in front of them...)

It was nice to see them again. Honestly, she’d missed them more than anyone else. They were her favorites.

(She couldn’t bring herself to feel bad about that. They were pretty much everyone’s favorites.)

She practically threw herself into Duke’s arms. He laughed and, though he struggled a little, he managed to catch her. She buried her face in his chest.

“Wow. I see how it is,” Cass said, but Marinette could hear the smile in her voice so she didn’t bother pulling away. Instead, she reached an arm in the direction of her voice and, once she’d managed to catch the sleeve of her shirt, dragged her into the hug.

The three Diversity Adoptees stayed like that for a long time.

And then she pulled back. “You guys better not have gone ahead in the show without me.”

Duke’s face twitched into a frown momentarily before he smiled again, ruffling her hair. “We didn’t. Scout’s honor.”

“You were a scout?”

He snorted. “God no.”

“Then --?”

“Shhhhhh,” he said, using the hand already in her hair to pull her into a noogie.

“Fuck offfffff,” she whined, trying to peel his knuckles away from her scalp.

Cass pulled her away from Duke. Strong arms wrapped her in a new hug and she blinked before returning it.

“Little sister. Leave her alone,” said Cass.

Marinette shot him a nasty grin from between her arms and Duke sputtered. “But I --.”

“Little sister,” she said again, like that explained anything. Maybe it did. Marinette didn’t particularly care because Cass was smoothing out her hair and it really did feel much better than the noogie she’d been getting…

She closed her eyes and leaned into her, relaxing.

Or, at least, she’d tried to relax. Until Duke sighed dramatically and said “Oh well, I guess I have five months of episodes to go through alone…”

“Wait --!”

~

She barely managed to lift her head up when she heard the door slide open, and then she bolted upright when she saw who it was.

Jason.

Her hand slid into her pocket, to the pen resting there, and she slowly pulled off the cap.

No. She couldn’t do that. If she tried to kill him then her pen would be confiscated and she couldn’t even imagine being able to kill Bruce with her bare hands.

(Granted, she didn’t really think she had a good chance of killing him with a pen -- it was a PEN -- but it the chances were more than 0% so it was overall way better than just trying to choke him out or something.)

She closed the pen and settled for glaring at him.

This fucker was the reason that she was there in the first place, and he hadn’t even given her an honorable battle that would have felt satisfying, what a --!

He held out a cup of coffee as a peace offering.

What an amazing person. Literally an angel. She loved him. Her favorite member of the batfamily.

If she’d had any less pride, she would have ran to get the coffee. As it was, she still speedwalked to take it off his hands.

The moment the drink touched her tongue, tension she hadn’t even noticed seemed to dissipate. The calm was quickly taken over by desperation, though. She had to fight herself not to chug it down.

(She also had to fight a wave of nausea, her body was not at all used to taking in any food or drinks anymore, but damn it she was going to get this coffee down if it killed her... again.)

Even with her super amazing self-restraint, the drink was gone within seconds. She swirled the remaining dregs, considering the pros and cons of trying to drink it because she remembered someone telling her that the last sip of drinks are always backwash…

But it was backwash that might have had caffeine in it, so she drank it.

She smiled brightly at him. Kwami, she’d missed caffeine so much. The only person who had given her coffee was Riddler the few times he had come to visit. Apparently Harley didn’t approve of it, though, because he had only brought her coffee three times before he’d suddenly stopped appearing.

… she hoped Riddler was still alive. She’d liked Riddler.

But she knew that asking about any of the Rogues would make the bats think that she wasn’t ‘healing’ up properly. So, instead of asking about him, she said “You know, B is gonna kill you for giving me coffee. I just got unaddicted.”

Jason groaned. “Great. Thanks for telling me AFTER you drank it all.”

“Of course. I wasn’t going to let you take it away from me,” she chirped.

He rolled his eyes. “Rude. Fine, I guess you won’t be addicted since it was only one cup. Can’t get in much trouble if I don’t give you more.”

Her eyes widened. “Wait --.”

“Yeah. I’d really prefer if the bats weren’t annoyed at me, so I guess that’s all you’re going to be getting.”

“Jay, wait, I didn’t mean it --.”

“Oh well,” he sighed. He brought a hand to his forehead like he was feeling faint. “If only I had an amazing little sister who would give me a hug --.”

She was wrapped around him before he’d even finished his sentence. Sure, it was blatant manipulation, but there was no way in hell that she was losing her one chance at caffeine.

(Besides, it was a hug. Hugs were nice.)

She’d spent the rest of the day with him, exchanging jokes about death.

The others didn’t really like them. Even Dick, who always liked a good pun, would only get sad when she joked about how she wasn’t alive anymore.

Jason, though… Jason understood.

And his death had been years ago. So he had a lot more jokes than she did.

“Ohohoh one time someone tried to flirt with me by saying they were a necrophiliac and I said ‘deadass?’ and…” He snickered. “And they said ‘yeah, exactly’.”

She brought a hand to her mouth, trying to hide her smile. “Oh my kwami, really?”

“I’m dead serious.”

She rolled her eyes. “I mean, I’d say they were going to hell, but they’d probably like it there.”

He laughed a little, shaking his head.

“It’s nice having someone to make jokes with. Damian doesn’t like joking about it.”

“I know. He’s always all…” He screwed up his face and raised his voice to a whine “‘It is not a joking matter, Todd’.”

She gasped. “It’s almost like he’s here with us.”

“Uncanny, right?”

She closed her eyes, allowing herself to relax.

“... I missed you. We all did,” he said quietly.

She didn’t know what to say to that. Not really. She ended up just giving a tiny laugh and shrugging her shoulders.

His phone beeped in his pocket and she heard him shift to check it. He groaned. “Sorry, kid, I’ve got patrols.”

She nodded slightly and fell back on the bed with a yawn. “You’re coming back tomorrow, right?”

There was a beat.

She cracked her eyes open to see him considering the idea.

“Please?” She tried.

Another beat.

He broke into a grin. “You just want more coffee.”

“Guilty as charged,” she said, not even a little sheepish. “But I don’t mind the fact that you’re coming either.”

“I feel so loved.”

“You are,” she said, with a little pout thrown in for good measure.

He ended up agreeing to bring her coffee daily. She smirked after him. He wasn’t the only one that could manipulate people for things he wants.

Her smirk dropped the moment her hand slipped into her pockets and she realized he’d taken the pen from her when she’d given him a hug.

Bastard.

~

Her eyes flicked past her visitor briefly and she was met with a nondescript, white wall. She was pretty sure that this wasn’t Wayne manor, with it’s dark reds and browns, but she was almost willing to ignore that logic so she could believe that it was. At least if it was Wayne manor she might have been able to guess her coordinates by making portals appear in rooms at random until she found it. But if she was just… in a place then how was she supposed to ever get out?

She didn’t let this show on her face, because of all of them Dick was the most emotionally intelligent and would definitely notice. Instead, she beamed at him.

“Ready for our workout session?”

It was kinda weird, because it was so much like their old routine. They would stretch and talk and practice new moves… but it didn’t feel at all the same. Before everything had happened they had talked about meaningful things; list off their emotions and talk shit about the other bats (they loved them, sure, but they were a handful).

Now, though, neither of them were actually talking much. There was very little going on in her life, so she didn’t know what to say and he… he seemed to think she was weak or something, like she couldn’t take it. One time he’d almost slipped up and told her about how Tim was worrying him because he was getting borderline obsessive and then, when she’d politely pressed for more, he’d clammed up and told her that she didn’t need to worry about that.

She kind of didn’t like the sessions with Dick. They felt wrong.

But she really missed him and his octopus hugs that she could melt into. So she never told him and they kept doing them.

“Jason gave you coffee,” said Dick instead of greeting her.

“... I managed to do a triple backflip!”

He raised his eyebrows at her and she chose to interpret this as him being disbelieving of her ability to do a triple backflip from the ground (which was fair, she’d taken ages to manage it even once and she had nothing but free time) and not him noticing her feeble attempt at changing the subject.

“I did! Look!”

She tried and landed flat on her face. She could hear his strained breathing as he tried his hardest not to laugh. She wished the floor would just swallow her whole.

At least he wasn’t concerned about the coffee thing anymore?

He took a seat in front of her and she slowly raised her head to look at him despite the fact that she very much wanted to burrow into the floor and never emerge ever again.

“We have footage of it, so I’ve seen it, don’t worry. Tim was pretty proud of you so he showed everyone… and I’m proud of you, too, obviously. That took me years.”

She smiled brightly. Tim was apparently proud of her. She didn’t see much of him, so it was kind of nice to know that he was watching over her... even if it was a little creepy that there were people watching her pretty much every moment of every day to make sure she didn’t escape or kill herself.

“Seriously, though, I’m not letting Jason back if he keeps bringing you coffee.”

The smile on her face dropped and she bit the inside of her cheek. Part of her was kind of mad that Jason had taken the pen from her -- really, she should have figured out that that was what was going on, though, he was never the most cuddly -- and the other part was desperate for coffee.

The coffee addiction won out.

“But…” She sniffled a little and pulled tears to her eyes. She tried not to think about how easily they came. “But I need…”

Dick groaned quietly and she felt arms hook under hers and pull her into a hug.

“This isn’t going to work.”

She buried her face in his shoulder and let the tears fall.

“I know what you’re doing.”

“I can’t sleep,” she whispered. “Please. I can’t. Please.”

Ah. That was a little more genuinely vulnerable than she’d intended on being.

But, hey, it was working. She heard Dick’s breath catch at the admission.

“Why not?” He said softly, running a hand up and down her back.

Why he even bothered to ask, she didn’t know. The bats knew about her nightmares. They knew about everything she did, why would they stop when she fell asleep? But she hadn’t mentioned it up until that point and they hadn’t brought it up either.

Still, she mumbled “Nightmares.” She hesitated only slightly before adding that it was “Ironic that NightMare has nightmares, but...”

Dick gave a laugh and she felt herself smile at the sound. He always did like bad puns. Her smile dropped a little when he told her “You still need sleep.”

She laughed bitterly. “It’s not like I’m getting much of it when I wake up every ten minutes anyways.”

He sighed and she felt his head rest on top of hers. “I guess one cup a day isn’t that bad…”

She gave a halfhearted cheer.

“Would you like to talk about your dreams? Sometimes that helps...”

She didn’t even hesitate to shake her head no. She did, however, hesitate to pull away from the hug. She liked Dick’s hugs far more than she’d ever admit, and ever since she’d come back she’d liked them even more. He was just about the right size and just squishy enough for her to pretend she was getting a hug from Harley.

But, eventually, she managed to pull herself together and she pushed him off as gently as she could.

“Ready to workout?”

Dick was wearing a particularly sad look that she decided didn’t look right on his face.

But then he brought a smile to his face and nodded. “Bet you I’m still more flexible.”

“Probably, but don’t get used to it. Your days as the world’s best gymnast are numbered.”

“Hm. We’ll see.”

~

 Damian.

She blinked at him. She really hadn’t expected him to… come by at all, honestly. Sure, they’d been getting along better than they’d used to and they were partners before she’d disappeared, but they weren’t partners anymore. He had no reason to come talk to her.

She smiled at him nonetheless. Company was company, and she wasn’t about to be picky when she was locked in a room for the foreseeable future.

“Dami!” She said brightly, crossing her legs criss-cross applesauce and then -- after thinking about it for a moment -- smoothed her dress out to make sure everything was hidden. (Damian was only a few months younger than her, she knew that logically, but some dumb part of her kept saying ‘child’.)

He regarded her for a moment before taking a seat beside her.

“Marinette,” he greeted carefully.

“Are you here for something?” She asked.

He hesitated, just slightly, and then nodded.

Ah. She wasn’t sure how she could be of help, compromised as she was, but she was certainly ready to try.

“I would like to know about my miraculous. Plagg has been… behaving oddly recently.”

Her smile slipped off her face at that. “Oddly how?” She said, eyeing his pockets like she believed the kwami would pop out at any moment and show her himself (which, granted, was entirely possible, but apparently not going to happen).

“He’s been more energetic. Less hungry. It doesn’t make sense.”

She thought about this for a few minutes, resting her head on her hand. Damian was right, that didn’t make sense… if anything, Plagg had been getting more laidback and mellow as time has stretched on...

Unless…

“Have you been using him?”

“... no. Is he just hyper from not being used, then?”

She stared at him, her head tipping to the side slightly as she considered him. Why wasn’t he using the miraculous? She would understand if it was a tactical decision to keep Catw -- was she called something else now that she was using the ladybug miraculous? -- Selina from using the miraculous as often, but it seemed he didn’t really know about that… so why…?

She pushed the thought from her mind. Maybe Damian just didn’t like the smell of Camambert. She wouldn’t blame him.

“It’s a balance thing. If the ladybug is used without the cat, the ladybug gets weaker and the cat gets stronger. Opposite thing happens when you use the cat without the ladybug. They’re meant to be used as a pair.” She clicked her tongue. “It probably doesn’t help that you’re on different sides.”

He nodded his understanding.

There was a beat as they just stood there (well, technically they were sitting, but whatever). She was kind of wondering why he was still there when he apparently didn’t need anything else from her, but what was she going to do? Tell him to leave? No. She was kind of desperate for the company of someone that wasn’t Jason or Dick (Cass and Duke only came by weekly so she didn’t mind them as much… also, they were Cass and Duke, so...).

He cleared his throat awkwardly, pulling her from her thoughts.

“Drake has informed me of your state.”

“I’m dead, yeah,” she confirmed.

He winced and his eyes fell to his lap. “I have also died before, if you would like to talk about it.”

She stared at him. She really hadn’t taken him for the kind of person who would offer moral support…

She pulled a smile to her face and leaned over to press a kiss to his cheek. Her smile became a little more real as she watched him scowl and wipe away the kiss.

“Thanks for the offer, Dami, but I’m fine.”

He gave her a skeptical look.

“Really. I’ll tell you guys as much as I need to for you to believe it: nothing much happened while I was there. Honestly, it was more boring than scary. So relax, I’m fine. I’ll live.”

And then, because she couldn’t help it, she added: “Well, that ship sailed long ago, but you know what I mean.”

He clicked his tongue. “Now I have to deal with terrible death jokes from you AND Todd? I wish I were dead.”

“You wish you were STILL dead, you mean?” She teased, reaching out to pinch his cheeks and breaking out into laughter when he swatted her hands away.

He rolled his eyes at her and then, with a short ‘Goodbye’, he left. She watched him leave, and the smile slid from her face in time with the door sliding shut behind him.

She fell back on the bed and closed her eyes. She didn’t get why people were so concerned about her. They’d faced worse. Hell, even SHE’D faced worse. Why were they making such a big deal about it?

Nothing had happened! Did they believe her when she told them that? She’d had no reason to lie, and she hadn’t been lying... and even if they’d thought she had they had Cass to prove she wasn’t. Hell, that was probably why Cass had come by at all, to check on her mental state! So why were they all so worried? They should know it was fine!

And even if she wasn’t fine (which she was!) it wasn’t like she didn’t have the same training as them. She could spot the victim questions from a mile away and she could even ask them to herself. She knew the answers, and she knew which ones she should be avoiding because she knew that they sounded way worse than they actually were.

Some vague part of her whispered that if anything sounded at all bad to the victim questions then she was, in fact, a victim. She buried her face in her pillow and gave a strangled scream of frustration. Now she had their stupid voices in her head telling her something was wrong, too.

~

She didn’t even look up from her phone when she heard the door slide open. Partially because she was kind of addicted to Geometry Dash and she wouldn’t win if she was looking up and partially because she could smell coffee so she knew who it was anyways.

“Thank fuck you’re here, Jay, I was --.”

“Sorry, but you’re going to have to wait a little longer for him, bean.”

Her eyes snapped to the door and her little box thingy on her screen died but she could hardly bring herself to care.

Tim!

Her face lit up. She hadn’t seen him in a while and she had really been missing him. Also, she noted vaguely, he was apparently healed from all of his injuries. Nice!

Except, as she scrutinized his face, she noticed he looked even more tired than usual. His skin was deathly pale, the bags under his eyes made him look like a raccoon, his hair hung limply around his face…

“Damn, and I thought I looked dead on my feet,” she teased softly to hide her concern.

He managed a smile and she waved him over to lay down with her. He hesitated before coming to sit beside her on the bed.

“When’s the last time you got some proper sleep?” She asked, tugging on the sleeve of his turtleneck to try and get him to lay down and cuddle with her. If she could get him to he might accidentally drift off.

He must have known what she was trying, because he resisted her attempts. “I’m fine. It’s been a while, but it’s nothing I’m not used to.”

She crossed her arms. “Fine. What’s wrong?”

He stared at her confusedly.

“You only get this bad when something is going on. What is it?”

He just kept staring at her and she shifted awkwardly.

“... bean…” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “It’s you. I’m worried about you.”

She groaned. “Not you, too.”

“Obviously I’m --.” He cut himself off and then mulled over his words for a bit. He decided on: “I don’t want to keep you here forever. I don’t want you to get ‘better’ because we Stockholm syndrome-ed you. Or re-Stockholm syndrome-ed you, since Harley already did it.”

“She didn’t --,” Marinette started, but she gave up on that. She knew they all didn’t understand it and arguing would probably only solidify their belief that Harley had messed her up in some way. Instead, she settled to address the rest of the statement:  “I mean… I already liked you all beforehand so… it’s not like caring about you would be exactly NEW...”

“It’s still wrong.”

She gave a tiny shrug. “It’s not like you have any other options. I’d probably be doing the same thing if everything was reversed.”

“That doesn’t really make me feel better,” said Tim with a tiny shake of his head.

She bit the inside of her cheek to keep the frown off of her face. “Then I don’t know what you want from me, Tim.”

He sighed. “I want you to get better.”

“Hard to do when I’m already fine.”

“But you’re not! You’re literally dead! How is that at all fine?!”

She rolled her eyes. She was getting a headache, though she wasn’t sure whether or not it was because of caffeine withdrawal (she was pretty sure Jason was supposed to have come in a few hours ago) or annoyance at repeating herself so many times. She pressed her cold hand to her forehead to try and alleviate it somewhat.

“It’s not even that bad, honestly. I can still drink coffee and sleep and that’s all I really care about. I can even feel pain! It’s pretty much the same except I don’t have to go to the bathroom and I can’t change clothes!”

Tim stared at her for a few moments before slamming his palm against his forehead. “That’s what it is!”

“Huh?”

“I thought something was weird about you being dead,” he explained, though it didn’t really explain anything. “Give me a minute, I’ll be back.”

She watched him practically run out the door and frowned confusedly. Sure, it was a little weird that she could still do most stuff, but that didn’t really warrant getting up in such a rush. Maybe the dead thing creeped him out more than he let on and he needed a breather?

So she picked up her phone and started playing Geometry Dash again while she waited for him to come back.

About an hour later she heard the door slide open and she raised her eyebrows at the sight of Tim holding a thermos and a plastic tray of food from Red Robin (the restaurant; anything he cooked was straight poison and if she tried it she might just die for real).

She watched him sit down with them. “You hungry?”

He shook his head and shoved them towards her. “They’re for you.”

Her confusion only seemed to grow.

“Sweetie, I don’t eat,” she reminded him, though she did take the thermos in case… nice! Coffee!

“Except you can if you want to, which is weird, right?”

She shrugged a little, not bothering to tear her lips away from her drink to give him a proper ‘I guess’.

“But where’s it going? Because you don’t go to the bathroom so it has to be used up in some way otherwise you would have probably exploded by now.”

She finished the drink and then set down the empty thermos beside herself. “Magic, probably…”

“Maybe,” he gave her, but that didn’t seem to put him out. “But then there’s the pain thing. Sure, it’s muted, but it’s definitely still there. Why should a dead person feel pain?”

“Because I’m not fully dead…?”

“Exactly!”

She shrugged again. “I really don’t see where you’re going with this.��

“What if you just need food or something to come back? Because you clearly had a headache, and it seems like it’s caffeine-related because you’ve relaxed a little since you had your coffee, which means we know that your digestive, nervous, and circulatory system are still working on some level...”

She stared at the food he’d given her.

“You think that if I eat enough I can come back.”

He nodded. “I know it’s a longshot, but we should at least try it, right?”

[typinggently]

Feral Bruce Wayne with his rogue gallery?

This was thrilling to think about!!!

A general note at the beginning– the thing that makes Bruce who he is, the way he believes in the possibility of good in everyone, is of course unchanged in Feral Bruce. Which means that his no killing rule and his compassion for his villains still stand unchanged. Also, I think he keeps his silent stoicism for the most part.

Also - when I say “Bruce” here, know that I’m referring to Feral Bruce. It makes for an easier reading experience. But now.

Feral Bruce vs. the Gotham Underground

Bane: Mads Mikkelsen was a professional dancer and a lot of that grace translates into his fighting choreographies – I think it’s the same with Bruce. He’s strong, but he’s also very graceful and athletic. So the epic fights between him and Bane are less “who’s the bigger hulk w the stronger punches” but more a match of different styles clashing. Also, I admittedly only know Nolanverse Bane and I love him dearly. He’s very intelligent and very charismatic, so I think their confrontations could be very interesting. I also just like the mental image of Bane trying to get a hold on Bruce who’s doing the flips over his shoulder.

The Riddler: That’s a special kind of relationship. The Riddler hates and loves Batman in equal measures because on one hand, he drives him to new creative heights, but on the other – the guy doesn’t even have to try. How does he do it?? No one ever solved his riddles this fast!! Inspector Gordon is always fascinated when Batman shows up, looks at the smashed cake/blue umbrella/ripped up telephone book for a moment and then says something like “He’s planning to break into the Mustard Museum at 8pm tomorrow” ??? A true detective. (I had to think of the 60s show where the riddles were always complete mumbo jumbo and Robin would be like !!I’ve got it!!” and say just…the weirdest shit.. and everyone would be all “Ohhhh yes why didn’t we think of that?!” except Bruce does that now. He’s got the brain to jump to the most absurd conclusions and always be 200% right. Show up, say nonsense with a grave expression, melt back into the wallpaper. Watch Riddler have a meltdown because you know the answers to all his punny questions)

The Penguin: See, I say Bruce still has the stoic exterior and the stealth factor and the whole Vampiric vibe. However, he also has that Dadaist Ballet fighting style and a very erratic attack pattern. What I’m saying is that his go to move is stealing Penguin’s umbrella and whacking him on the head with it. Neither of them appreciates the comedic element of that move, even though they pull it off like a silent film comedy duo, time and time again.

Scarecrow: Since Bruce is so expressive, so eager to fill his head with knowledge and so driven by his own emotions which he feels so intensely, I feel like Scarecrow would be the most terrifying villain for him. He seems the type to be genuinely helpless and overwhelmed when trapped in his own horrific imagination. Feargas would most likely cause a complete and utter violent-erratic meltdown. It happens only once, since it drives him to improve the suit so it can never happen again, but I think that Scarecrow is one of the villains he truly doesn’t like going against.

Catwoman: There’s a photo of Rob sitting at the stage to watch FKA Twigs perform back in 2014 and the way he looks at her has not left me since I’ve seen it for the first time. That’s Bruce @ Selina. And yes, sure, I’m very much a SuperBat endgame person, but I do acknowledge that those two had chemistry/a true, meaningful relationship. I feel like he felt comfortable enough to make his weird, dry jokes at her while wearing the cowl and that’s all that really needs to be said about how deep that affection went.

Poison Ivy: She made the mistake of using her love dust on him…once. Bruce respects her intelligence and she respects his dedication, but all their meetings post-dust are super awkward. There’s simply no proper villain-hero discussions to be had and one-liners to be exchanged when there’s the shared history of him tenderly taking her hand and saying in the most earnest tone “I’ll find a chemical that deconstructs rubber tires for you. You’re still going to jail, but I’ll come to hold your hand.” It’s? something?! It’s kinda sweet but also not the intended result (“Of course I’ll let you go, green queen of my heart!”) at all.

Harley Quinn: Bruce adores her. He genuinely thinks she’s a fascinating person and would probably love to hang out with her, but alas! It cannot be. They have to work together at some point, though, and Bruce is so pumped that he can solve a case with the brilliant and bubbly-sparkly Dr Quinzel that he fucks up. By which I mean that when she comes up with the weird one-liner, he responds perfectly in kind, thus betraying his stoic ballet dancer image. It’s probably something like - Harley: “It’s starting to smell a lot like BurgerKing in here…” Batman, completely unprompted: “-because you’re about to get beefed”

Two-Face: Bruce has always admired and loved Harvey - He’s charming, charismatic, intelligent and very good at mingling, small talk (something Bruce can’t do for the life of him). So fighting Two-Face is tearing his heart to shreds. It hits so close to home and it hurts to see Harvey in the condition he’s in. While it might not have been romantic love, Bruce still feels a raw tenderness for him, and while he tries not to let it show, it’s still one of the hardest fights to fight, every time.

Joker: With other villains, Bruce relies mostly on his combination of silence/element of surprise + strength + random fight pattern. It’s very graceful to watch. Joker, he just punches in the face. That’s where the feral comes through. Doesn’t even let him finish his jokes.

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To sum it up: The girls know Batman is weird. They love him. (Harley probably made him a friendship bracelet at some point, with tiny little dangly bats and little H’s & B’s.)

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I love these villains so much and it was such a joy to think about them and Feral Bruce in this context, so thank you so much for this ask!!! I had a ton of fun writing this and I hope you had fun reading about Bruce’s funky little adventures :)

[m00nslippers]

Actor!Jason AU Roman losing his shit because he wants Red Hood but he also wants Peters, then rumors of Hood and Peters are dating now he doesn’t know if he should have one of them killed or he should take both of them 😂 So now he sends Slade out to find out if Hood & Peters are truly dating, but Slade already knows Peters and Hood are the same (lol because Deathstroke) and Slade’s a closet Peters fan so he casually stalks Peters with the excuse it’s his “job” Roman still has no clue and yeah

Okay, the thing about Roman is, he’s a surprisingly busy guy. He’s running a company, a criminal empire, stalking Gotham elite’s social scene every night, and everyone knows if you want something done right you’ve got to do it yourself. The only other person he trusts to be competent is David Li, so Roman is usually all up micromanaging people, like “Where’s the drug shipment? What are Sionis Steel’s profit margins? Why have you not fucking killed any of those bats yet?” Someone doesn’t perform, he gets someone new to replace them. He’s in the work smarter not harder business, he’s not like these psycho rogues with stupid plots to get Batman’s attention, for him it’s all about the money, honey.

This being said, Roman doesn’t exactly have a lot of time to watch movies. He goes to the opera a few times a year to keep up appearances and because he’s old school Italian, so he appreciates it as an artform, but general action movies? Naw, not worth his time, he’s got better shit to do.

So when Jason Peters, some nobody-actor from Crime Alley got some attention for talking shit and calling Roman out for some kind of Gotham Celebrity Death Match charity idea, Roman is just like, who the hell is this guy? He’s got no clue.

Cue all of his False Facers piping up like, “Oh my god, Jason Peters called you out, boss!” and “He’s amazing! He’s the real deal!” and “What I wouldn’t pay to be punched by Jason Peters...” and “Jason Peters is a real Gotham homeboy.” They go on and on until Roman has to threaten to toss a few off his building if they don’t shut up. Apparently this kid is popular or something? All the Gotham thugs just love him and they love his movie. So as much as Roman doesn’t generally stoop to humoring his men, he figures it’s research into his enemy and the media keeps bothering him about this guy so he might as well see what he’s dealing with, decide whether to ignore this moron or send him a message he won’t soon forget.

So one night he turns the burners on his fireplace down low, pours some wine and turns on the ol’ On Demand and sits down to watch Gotham-Something-Hot-Something-Action-whatever, generic action movie title, he’s already forgotten. Roman has seen pictures of the man on the news before so he recognizes Peters right away when he comes on screen only a few minutes in. Peters is the lead, apparently recruited right off the Gotham streets? It’s like a Cinderella story, ridiculous.

For the early few scenes Peters doesn’t do much but stand around in a suit behind the stereotypical Carmine and Falcone stand-ins, looking menacing and intimidating. Roman just doesn’t get it. Sure, he’s definitely attractive even by Hollywood standards, and he really sells the implacable silence thing but it’s nothing some buff guy off the street can’t do, which may just be all Jason Peters is.

And then the first action scene happens, with Peters character walking into a warehouse meet full his Boss’s rival’s goons with nothing but an impeccable suit, a knife, an automatic rifle and a handgun and Roman is floored. Holy crap, Peters did all these stunts himself? He hasn’t seen such insanity since the last time he was in the unfortunate position of one of the bats trying to storm his penthouse and he couldn’t exactly appreciate it when he was trying to get to his safe room. This guy had real athletic ability and probably real skill to pull off this stuff. He could see how it would appeal to the basal idiots Roman employed who were easily distracted by flash. Peters believably delivers the impression of a one-man wrecking crew you would not want to be on the wrong side of.

But the movie has only just begun. Directly after the fight scene, Peters’ character reports to his bosses and then returns to his own apartment which is a crappy, rundown place in Crime Alley, and he’s stripping off his tie, shrugging off his suit jacket, and sees...blood spatter, still on his hand. And Peters goes into the bathroom and starts washing it off, motions getting jerky and frantic, eyes getting wide, breathing harsh and then he’s punching the mirror, shattering it to pieces and slicing his knuckles open and the man staggers back into the bathroom wall and slides down, tears running down his face. He reaches into his pocket and unfolds a picture of a girl and Peters speaks his first words of the film. He’s apologizing to his sister, he took this horrible awful job to give her a good life, to get them out of Crime Ally, but she got gunned down in the street before he could get them out and now he’s stuck, he’s stuck doing this shit and he’s good at it but he hates it. Every word on Peters’ mouth is pure Gotham City street syllables you can’t fake, and it all seems to come from a place of dark reality. You can hear the desperation and depression, see how broken and hollow he is. And Roman...he feels a thing.

And that is a big deal. Roman is a borderline sociopath--okay maybe he’s a full on sociopath--he lacks empathy, sob stories mean nothing to him. Yet another reason he doesn’t watch movies, it’s just all such unbelievable schlock. His whole life Roman grew up with a fake mother and a fake father surrounded by fake people faking everything. People pretend they’re civil and good in public, but they are all selfish inside, just looking out for themselves, they are all just like him, so Roman feels no remorse killing people, taking from them, cheating them, forcing them--if they had his power, they would do the same thing. Roman doesn’t feel things for other people.

But Jason Peters made him feel something in that scene.

Roman watches the rest of the movie in a daze. The lead actress comes in and usually Roman would be eyeing her up but he’s only got eyes for Peters. Fuck the love story, he’s just here for Peters, the plot is superfluous, Jason Peters is the only thing that matters in this movie. He sells every word, every emotion, sometimes the script seems to let him down a bit but he’s so good he manages to get the feeling across anyway. Roman is captivated.

By the time the ending credits roll, Roman has purchased the movie and is restarting it as he texts David Li to set up something with this guy post haste. A party, a charity auction, one of that Wayne bimbo’s galas, whatever, doesn’t matter, he needs an excuse to meet this guy. To see if he’s real.

So Li gets him into some kind of charity luncheon for underprivileged kids, and he manages to get himself at Peters’ table. He switches the name plates when no one is looking so he’s right next to the guy and he arrives, fashionably late, but with a big check for the charity. The guy looks just like his character, that’s real at least, not movie magic. Roman tries to engage Peters and after a few minutes of talking with the guy, pretending to be the charismatic business persona he adopts in public as Jason goes off about his Gotham Celebrity MMA Tournament idea--which Roman is really warming to if only because it would give him an excuse to gut-punch Cobblepot in public without ruining his reputation--and Roman gets this odd sense of Deja Vu. Peters feels so familiar, and Roman tells himself its because he just watched the man in a movie. It’s the speech patterns or something, sure.

And now Roman is starting to wonder if he could actually get this silly fight thing off the ground because if he went in, he would not only get to beat the snot out of Cobblepot in public but he’d have an excuse to get close to Peters. So they keep discussing it during the luncheon and finally Roman asks Peters, “So this is for charity or somethin'? What kind of money are you thinking to pull in with this fiasco?”

Peters’ smirks and said, “I was thinkin’ fifty million.”

Roman just scoffs, “Fifty million? What, are you trying to budget a movie? I thought you just did one of those.”

And then Peters goes still for a moment that lasts too long before he gives a stiff chuckle and says, “Naw, affordable housing for the Narrows, Park Ave and Bowery neighborhoods.”

And Roman doesn’t realize it then, but after he’s given Peters his business card, one with his actual personal number written on the back, he’s waiting for his driver to pull his car around and realizes shit. He knows exactly why Peters is so familiar.

Jason Peters is the fucking Red Hood.

[gldtarnish]

the loveliest angels make the cruelest demons. 

 — ✧ that looks like ROSALIND SNART! they’re the TWENTY SIX YEAR OLD DAUGHTER of GOLDEN GLIDER. [ they are also a SKATEWORLD ROLLER RINK EMPLOYEE. ] i hear they’re INSIGHTFUL & TACTILE, but tend to be MANIPULATIVE & SARCASTIC. her file says that her power is ASTRAL PROJECTION & INTANGIBILITY.

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            some people’s stories are written before they are born:    sometimes, being born on the wrong side of the track can feel like a noose around the neck, not yet tightened.

    your father is never in the question; it could be anyone. you had your money bet on another rogue, but every time you asked your mother, she’d simply reply with a side smile and a half shrug.   she’d always say,    ‘ fathers aren’t worth the trouble. ‘      you just nodded your head.

lisa tried to be a good mother ;    loving her daughter dearly, doing whatever she could to protect her pride and joy.      to give golden haired rosalind the childhood that had been robbed from her.   unfortunately,    as a super villain -- that was easier said than done. lisa tried to go straight for a while, but the duo struggled to keep their head above waters, and the more lisa began to dabble in thievery, crookery, and straight up villainy, the more she learnt if you loved something you have to let it go. and sometimes, that constitutes putting your kid in the foster system.      or, she was partially.               it was an initial attempt to give rosalind a better life; a different family name;   it lasted roughly a year in the foster home, occasional visits from her mother every now and again to check up, occasionally having other parents come to see her to see if she would fit. but every time a whisper of a name. a statement would be exchanged;    a  side eye glance and a sorry expression as the parents moved on for a less ‘troublesome’ canidate.

the last ditch effort ; sending rosalind to gotham academy.  if she couldn’t get a new shot at life, away from all the villainy,   than she may as well get a good education.   she got more than that; good friends, a backbone to her voice, as well as finding out how athletically gifted she was.

people dubbed her ‘the golden girl.’ though, she mostly thought they were just mocking her mom.  perhaps not straight 4.0 level, but golden hair, shimmering smile, and also the star of the lacrosse team and ice skating champion.    she was still a snart; but she actually had a future ahead of her. of an olympic athlete, or at least, someone who may be able to keep their head above the water.

friendly; lovely; wouldn’t hurt a fly unless adequately provoked; they got her far in life, a lot of connections, a lot of friends.    they didn’t get her that far in court however.  if anyone questions rosalind anything about ‘ the incident ‘ she is adamant that it wasn’t her ; that she wasn’t even near a bank, that she had a perfectly valid alibi, the facts didn’t add up on anyone’s side, but once you have a name on your back, it might as well be a target. a name was whispered, a theory was suggested, and it spread like wildfire through the audience that of course golden glider’s kid would be responsible. because villainy? it’s genetic. absolutely no good scientists would tell you that.  ( to this day, rosalind is still adamant the jury was bought up.  she would defend her innocence till air has forever left her lungs. ) 

the golden girl fallen from grace ;

 once again, a name was whispered, and the gavel fell. 7 years with the chance of parol on good behaviour.   it’s a heavy sentence on a 22 years old head. and she definitely didn’t take it lying down. but with nothing she could do to fight it, she realised there was other things she could fight instead. the government. heroes and the law and justice was make believe, so if they were going to send her to jail for doing nothing ? well, then she may as well break it in that case. she managed three extra counts of robbery ( all undetected ) before finding herself behind bars. she also found herself;     or more specifically, she found the one benefit that came with her name. super powers.

what she thought was just lucid dreaming and out of body experiences ? turned out to be astral projection, with a form that only people vibrating at a high enough frequency could see. suddenly, the wimpy little angel could fall from grace, straight to slumming it with the devils.   being able to covertly see and hear everything that happened ( whilst she was sleeping, at least ) gave her enough black mail material. ( at least enough to get her on the parole board. )

it took 4 years; but she made it on parole. they gave her either the option of effective house arrest, or get set up with a job at paragon.  she took the latter, and felt almost at home at the roller rink. it just needed a little chaos. 

her current status ?   :  legally, a law abiding citizen who works at the roller rink. and in actuality ?   a fledgling super villain, perhaps slightly without aim, but looking for the right people to get angry at, and a group of ragtags she can call her own rogues.

ok !!! that’s my girl rosa’s history !!! here r some bullet point tl;dr’s \

daughter of lisa snart aka. golden glider

cousin of axel snart

basically the same powers as her mum ( from prime earth !! )

she used to be the sweetest fucking angel ( always morally grey, but u know ), and now she can genuinely not give 2 shits and is just here to cause trouble for the sake of causing trouble. fuck the police coming straight from the underground

used to have a squad at gotham academy, which is where she started to learn to be edgy to fit in better. but she was very much ur heathers/regina george kind of ‘popular, but almost untouchable and could very much kill u’ kind of vibe. the people who seem flawless, the people that everyone wants to see crash n burn

was nikki’s cellmate ! the real ride n DIE’s

anyway WC’S! 

here’s the 1 i’m submitting to the main ! 

ROSALIND SNART, our HALSTON SAGE fc is looking for a HIGH SCHOOL EX’s connection who looks like PLAYER’S CHOICE, who is  29-23 YEARS OLD.  you DON’T  have to contact prior to applying at ( but if u want to @ gldtarnish ). ( any gender /   idea background is your standard high school relationship/teen flick, just your standard teens trying to live through a world of gods and monsters without falling off the track. rosa broke it off just before she got falsely accused of arson, breaking and entering, and arson. went to jail without telling them, and came back the exact opposite of the golden girl sweetheart she was growing up!!  )

also looking for ( and will be submitting when i get the fucking time to write it up ) FRIEND WITH BENEFITS ( current/ within the past year ! ) just emotionally fucked people lookin to fuck n mayb do some illegal substances/shit ! ( any gender - but rosa is male leaning bi)

also lookin for another RIDE OR DIE. ( someone who knew her since she was like 20, and totally believed in her and supported her thru the trial / whether or not they like her change in character ? )

ON THAT NOTE: in general, friends or people she knew growing  up / before she went to jail.    because damn this bitch could be an entirely different person.

also criminal buddies pls come n    . . . . . . . . .. .    be evil ? get that bread ????

those r my particular  i would love these fuckn connections but also loving: friends in general hero kids who side eye the hell out of her bc bitch what the fUCK someone who is the elmo to her kermit in this one video PLEASe.  also ppl who she hates ? u got a soft kid or someone who easily gets on someone else’s nerves ? ? ? ???? bitch step the fuck up n be ready to fIGTE. and also the person that framed her is also    open   👀 if anyone ‘s    👀 👀 👀

[theimpossiblescheme]

Part 24/80 of my Female Rogues of Gotham City series

Many people in Gotham have only ever known Harley Quinn as the only woman in the Joker’s life, but the Clown Prince of Crime had actually gone through his fair share of henchgirls just like any other rogue. However, the cost of working at his side was considerably higher than it was for the rest of the Gotham underground—one false move or one wrong word could have the poor girl lying on the sidewalk with a bullet between her eyes or tied to a fire hydrant laughing hysterically, provided he didn’t simply abandon her to the dark and hostile streets.  Only the most capable survived unscathed.  And as assurance of their loyalty, he forced each young woman to give up something precious to her, thus swearing her old life away and binding herself to his side; if she ever broke that bond, she had better hide herself far away and hope the Joker never showed up to demand her return or to settle the score.

Queenie was the heiress to the biggest makeup manufacturer on the East Coast and had never known anything but luxury; her family liked to joke that she spent more time in a Sephora’s than her own crib.  But even with all of her beautiful trappings and lavish corporate parties, she eventually became bored with her own immense privilege, much to the annoyance of her father’s employees, and started expressing a desire to run away from home and see the world…a desire the Joker promised her he could make happen if she were willing to supply him with spiked cosmetics and a getaway car.  Eagerly accepting the offer and earning herself a reputation in the tabloids as a sort of spoiled Disney princess gone rogue saddled with a loathsome Prince Charming, Queenie became one of Gotham’s biggest scandals, but was quickly forgotten and discarded once her inevitable prison stay and new criminal record stripped her of all her glitz and glamor, even being disowned by the family she should have been more grateful for.

Susie seemed to have an almost perfect life as head cheerleader, secretary of the student council, and one of the most popular girls at Aaron Burr High School, but her meager home life and neglectful divorced parents left her feeling hollow and yearning for the beautiful things in life she had missed out on.  When the Joker promised her a place among his gang and rewards of fine fur coats and bottles of foreign perfume, she leaped at the opportunity, but soon found herself in an even more precarious situation, lecherously pawed at by the clown’s henchmen and facing the daily risk of death should she fail in her duties. A botched forced entry into Gotham Academy left her bleeding and delirious after the Joker had demonstrated his displeasure, but Susie found a sort of second home at this new school; some of the professors offered to shelter her from the law and her old boss under a new name as long as she could help pass on her musical and athletic talents to the students.

Jill had been in and out of foster homes for most of her childhood and teenage years until one of the Joker’s former henchmen took her in; their new home was cold and bare and less than ideal, but it was nevertheless a place where she could feel safe and taken care of, especially when her new father would bring home expensive stolen spoils from his criminal conquests.  But when the Joker decided to “get the band back together” and bring back new recruits for a strike on the Gotham Stock Market, she got to see what the crime scene was like up close…and she hated it. Jill came to loathe the Joker, and the clown took special glee in rubbing her nose into all the messy and unpleasant aspects of his exploits, even as he rewarded her good behavior with furs and fancy drinks, but she stayed out of loyalty to the man who had adopted her, even taking a bullet for him in a firefight at the steps of the Stock Exchange.

Cornelia also came from a broken home; her dreams of becoming an Olympic gymnast went completely overlooked by her absentee mother and business-minded father, who owned a rather large locksmithing operation and wanted his daughter to be the spokesgirl and advertisement model.  So standing and looking pretty was all she ever knew how to do; even when the Joker offered her a chance for adventure and a change of scenery, she was always worrying about her appearance and what her family would think of her.  Her last job with the Joker was to break into her father’s storeroom and steal a box of priceless skeleton keys, but she accidentally tripped the alarm and ruined the whole scheme; after being beaten and abandoned by her gang and deathly afraid to go home again, Cornelia ran as far away as she could and eventually stumbled into a warehouse full of out-of-work rogues, who sympathized with her plight and offered to teach her a few tricks of the trade so that she might prove herself a valuable criminal ally after all.

Josie Miller was a modern Southern Belle and a gold-digger par excellence, extorting close to four million dollars out of her numerous wealthy dates and paramours across Gotham and only failing to capture the heart of Bruce Wayne.  Fortunately for her, the Joker was planning on trying again to crash Gotham’s economy, starting with its most rich and lucrative citizens, and hired her to seduce Wayne’s riches right out from under him; her charms worked so splendidly that the man even drunkenly proposed to her on the third date.  However, her new clueless crush also proved to be her undoing, as he found a man to pose as Josie’s “husband” and prove her less-than-honorable intentions; the ironic thing was that even as she was exposed, she was beginning to believe her own lies and genuinely fall for Wayne, even wishing that they might be together in another time.

Venus was once a historical reenactment and Ren Faire actress who had already garnered quite a bit of acclaim for her ability to disappear into a character and was on the verge of a theater career, but decided instead to try her hand at putting her skills to the test in the criminal scene. What started out as fun and games alongside the Joker turned into a near-bloodbath when he nearly crushed young Robin and Batgirl to death in front of her, and she was so utterly horrified that she ran away, intending to find Batman and turn the Joker in so that he could never hurt anyone, much less children, again.  She was able to get Batman to listen to her, but the Joker did not stay down; Venus now lives outside of the city, hiding fearfully from the criminal element, trying to get her life back on track, and pleading forgiveness for all the grief she may have caused innocent people.

Jane Towser was practically a professional muse, posing for sculptors and painters up and down the East Coast, attending gallery openings, and judging art contests; she had grown up around the strange and avant garde and courted the strange and exotic, but still found herself spellbound and completely fooled by the Joker’s counterfeit Pollack piece.  Convinced he was the next great artist she could attach herself to and clearly underestimating how dangerous he could be, she fawned over the “performance pieces” that were his deathtraps and disguises, but he soon tired of the attention and simply told her to “make herself useful”, making her rob various houses and establishments with a gun to her head.  Her time as an unwilling moll came to an end when Alfred Pennyworth, of all people, fought the Joker to a standstill in her defense, and to this day Josie has been a grateful friend to the man who saved her life and a great deal wiser for the wear.

Undine was a Scandinavian exchange student and the closest thing to a human sea nymph who found herself flourishing under the Jersey Shore sun and waves, becoming an expert surfer and high diver in less than a year and effortlessly charming every man and woman she said a word to.  Her natural charisma and daredevil streak made every rogue in need of fresh blood in their gangs sit up and take notice, but it was the Joker who showed up at the hot dog shack she worked at for the summer and offered her the chance to earn a little money under the table via extorting her customers for him and sabotaging contests.  She turned out to have a real aptitude for crime, adoring the thrill of danger and adventure, and although the Joker’s barbarism eventually turned her off of working for him, Undine remains a popular henchgirl for numerous criminals across Gotham.

Emerald was an enormous movie buff, having a particular love for sci-fi and the monster movies of old, and dreamed of one day making her own creepy special-effects extravaganza that would dazzle audiences the world over; she had also worked for the Joker for several years and had since retired from crime to legally pursue her passion.  But her old boss had not forgotten her—he remembered her loyal service, fascination with other worlds, and considerable amount of scientific skill and glibly offered her a place alongside him with the Injustice League to thumb their nose at Brainiac, knowing she would never be able to resist the opportunity to see what her film collection had only hinted at.  And at first it truly was exhilarating, but unlike the rest of the League, Emerald was nowhere near a match for the likes of Brainiac and tried to flee in terror of what the alien could do; the Joker nearly choked her to death and Lex Luthor threatened to have her thrown into the bottled city of Candor for bailing out so late in the game, but she was almost relieved to finally be apprehended by Batman and the rest of the Justice League.