#barbara x jim

[tvshowscouples]

If you love  Jim&Barbara (Gotham) and you want reblog or like,this is the link of my reblog couples :)

thank you!

[satoshy12]

We all know the Superman meme of the destroyed Building behind him… Well this game me this idea! It started when Danny got the power to repair objects as well as people. And as Amity Park didn't get much property damage, Danny couldn't really train his new power! So he asked Clockwork to help, which the old ghost did. In the best way he can. The next thing Danny knew, he was in a destroyed city! Yes, he can try his new powers! Healing and fixing property damage!

After Danny fixed the city, he was teleported back by Clockwork back into the Ghost zone.

From Gotham, Metropolis, Coast City, and similar places he visited by teleportation, he saved people and animals and healed them! From forest fires to natural disasters to violent attacks of villains.

Barbara had no idea how much she and her father James cried as she stood up and could suddenly walk. After she met the Meta boy while on the street, he pointed his blue glowing hand at her. Arkham had much fewer inmates too, as few were cured too. Mr. Frieze and his wife Nora, Warren White had no idea what to say, Harvey Dent was crying out of joy, Killer Coc could change now between humans and Croc, and Clayface got a cure to be back to normal, Man Bat too was back a human. Danny had saved them passively, as they were near him as he fixed the city. Victor gave the boy diamonds as gift for it, so he has at least a bit of pocket money.

Lex got his hair back and was cured of his cancer; he needs the boy. That he fixed up his Building with him and his employees inside was part of it too.

+ All the cities are fighting each other to get the tiny new Meta Boy! They need him! VERY MUCH!

[yourlocaldcbitxh]

How I think Gotham characters would reach to you being overstimulated

Brought to you by me being overstimulated

Warnings: Overstimulation due to whatever reason, maybe some self harm (scratching of arms or forgetting to eat), mentions of someone getting shot

~~

Immediate reaction is confusion

Why are you not speaking? Why are you rocking back and forth scratching down your arms?

Probably stands there for a moment before asking you to “stop whatever it is you’re doing” while waving his hands

Doesn’t realize that you can’t hear him until he just stands there saying your name (ex: Edward, Edward, Edward-)

Then he goes into panic mode

Buzzing around you wondering what wrong and how he can help

Settles with glass of water, absolute silence and him sitting there, making sure to get ice for your arms or whatever you need or want after

The type of guy to shoot anyone who walks in and then profusely apologize for the loud noise

Like a 7/10 when he gets his shit together

Pre Riddler

He understands and had anything you could need

Weighted blankets, headphones, snacks you name it he has it

Will let you sit in his apartment or lab for as long as you need

Will get a little distressed if you end up scratching yourself or anything like that

Will walk over and gently grab your hands, apologizing for touching you but saying he doesn’t want you hurt

Will sit with you or leave you alone

Another guy who gives you anything you need

10/10 would recommend

Post Riddler

Gentler than one might think

Technically he is still Ed and is in his body so he knows overstimulated when he sees it

Had the same things as Ed but is a lot less nice about giving them to you

Kind of just hands them to you and walks back to whatever he was doing

Another one who will leave you alone or sit with you if you need it (he will complain about being busy)

Will not care if you scratch yourself

May look at you strangely for a moment but will not comment

Will clean them after if they’re deep though

6/10 kind of disinterested but he’s there

Looks at you strangely for a moment before sitting next to you and asking what you need

If you can’t speak he will simply guess

Essentials are water, blanket, food, soft music or silence

Will not touch you unless asked or signaled to

He runs cold though so beware if he is shirtless or pants less

Will hold you in his arms if you’re scratching yourself in kind of like a bear hug

Refuses to let you hurt yourself

Big on that (hypocrite)

All in all like 8/10 he’s great but can be a little rough with the grabbing

Barbara the queen that she is will order everyone out immediately

Puts a blanket near you to grab if you want and gets some water

Doesn’t ask questions but kind of does the Hand movements asking “stay or go” and you can decide one or two

Definitely has flash cards made she is mother

Another one who would shoot anyone who dares make fun of you or makes a noise

She won’t touch you on purpose but will probably touch you out of instinct

Just move away if you need she won’t take (much) offense (just explain after)

All in all 9/10 we love her

Nice about it

But has no idea what the fuck he is doing at all

Kind of just, stands there and looks at you and walks away to get a glass of water before leaving

Will panic and grab you very roughly if you start scratching yourself

Doesn’t really process the fact that he is making it worse probably

After that he just kinda… leaves

Comes back with food after and says sorry but is still clueless

Explain to him cause he does wanna help but is dogshit at it

4/10 teach him

Another man who doesn’t know what’s happening

“Want a drink” (he means whiskey)

Gets food and water and that’s about it

Totally just freezes when you scratch yourself and kind of just…. Lets you I guess

Internally man is beating himself up

But on the outside he just sits with you to make sure you don’t die

And gives you things you ask for

He’s like that clueless dad who needs to learn but won’t or can’t

Totally a pacer and just walks in circles

3/10 help him (if he can be) he means well

This man does not know the word overstimulated

He is going at all times

Nothing is too loud or too much or too bright

He is the fucking sun for god sakes

Will simply keep talking when he sees you freaking out (jerk)

Covering your ears is a good way to shut him up because usually you listen to him

He won’t know what do to at first but turns down the lights and tries not talk too much (mildly fails)

Blanket and water are a must and he sets them besides you

Another grabber when you’re scratching

“That’s my job sweetheart”

Smells good and is warm so that’s a good plus

5/10 loud but he’s trying

Quiet and respectful

A man of science so he knows what is happening and how to deal with it

Gets you water, a dark room, silence and headphones, and leaves or sits with you while working

He is busy but he cares

A gentle grabber who lets you know he’s gonna touch you

“I’m going to hold your hands if you don’t stop hurting yourself doll”

Surprisingly kind and gentle but that’s because he knows what it’s like to be ignored and not cared for

10/10 for the insane man

[raghhhhhyperfixations]

Reverse alien abduction

I need a superbat fic where clark is NOT an alien

But bruce is.

Like the roles are reserved and Clark accidentally stumbles upon this mysterious shadow alien when he gets stranded in space with barely any oxygen left in his space suit (Clark has four sets of parents ofc ofc, ma kent and pa kent from down the road and his bio parents, who all decide to come together and parent him because he’s an absolute menace to society.)

And he grows up yearning for the stars.

And becomes an astronaut.

Proceeds to lose the zip to the space station and floats far out and ends up meeting mysterious shadow alien.

Aka bruce.

A bit of a cultural difference but proceed the love story.

gonna need this fic people.

(Oh don’t forget Bruce’s gaggle of human kids, no they aren’t alien, human, he abducted them too, their origins don’t change, except for the fact they now have an alien dad who’s more needier and more communicative)

But perhaps in the language of ✨ chirps ✨

(Jim and Barbara Gordon are just two peeps from gotham the alien regularly visits and gives affection too, kind of like ‘oh you’re jim’s baby? my baby now.’ scenario.’ so that’s how he knows them.)

I know this takes away from supermans identity but this is just civilian identity clark kent guys, not superman born from kryptonite, like sort of a ‘no heroes’ au just pure alien gaggle comedy and fluff.

[kitkat5628]

I want an hug from this man so bad... And I don't even like hugs. PART 1

Batman #50

Detective Comics #741

Catwoman #18 (2011)

Batman Eternal #28

Batgirl #6 (2011)

Batman #54 (2016)

Forever Evil #7

Robin and Batman #3

Nightwing #100 (2016)

Nightwing #100 (2016)

[iloveyousmmm]

FINALLY SOME MORE TWEETSSS!!

[spocks-husband]

See, the thing about Bruce and Jim Gordon is that the two of them don't really have any serious attraction to each other, but they have absolutely NO issue overtly flirting with each other for the sole reason of infuriating Barbara. Because she HATES it.

[yuki2sksksk]

Trollhunters drabble cause I just need to ramble on now I wish Draal and Angor Rot didn't need to die 😭😭😭

Also I really love how Toby was the one who was very vocal in his distraught when Angor Rot was killed, considering that of all the others there, he hates Angor more after what happened with Aaarrrgh!!. It just makes a new What If AU of the possibility friendship/redemption arc with Angor and Toby.

Can we also talk about the romance like Jdjakhskasj I love Jim and Claire, but Barbara and Strickler have my whole heart 😭😭💖💖💖

(can we get some reaction from Nomura about Draal's death 🥺🥺 another potential AU of Angor Rot lives and he has to face an angry Draal's ex gf)

[you-aint-gotta-pray-for-me]

Hell on Earth: Chapter 2

Masterlist

words: 2.5k

pairing: Steve Harrington x ex-friend!Henderson!reader (eventually romantic)

summary: With no word on the whereabouts of Barbara Holland, an unlikely friendship forms as a result of shared desperation and a need for answers.

timeline: set in season one right after Will goes missing

warnings: language, bending of canon, fic from reader's pov (3rd person will be there as well, will warn before a pov change if there is one)

a/n: 2nd chapter let's go!!! steve and (y/n) interaction yay, and we make a new friend so double yay to that, if you haven't read chapter 1 yet, now's the time babes. happy reading!

Reader POV

I wish I could say my night ended after I met Barb. I really do. Instead, I found my idiot brother’s bed empty when I got home, meaning he was out and about at midnight after I explicitly told him not to. I mean, I did expect this, so I don’t even know why I was disappointed. I groaned at the fact that I’d have to drive all the way back and look for him in the woods. Responsibility is kind of a bitch. Just as I was leaving my house to get to my car, I heard a window close shut. Busted. 

“Dustin Henderson. I gave you ONE job!”

Dustin froze mid-step, halfway through pulling off his sneakers. His eyes widened like a deer caught in headlights. “Shit.”

“Yeah, shit,” I said, crossing my arms. “What were you thinking? It’s the middle of the night! Where were you?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, looking anywhere but at me. “Nowhere. Just… hanging out.”

“In the woods?” I pressed, raising an eyebrow. “At midnight?”

“Okay, fine!” he blurted, hands shooting up defensively. “I don’t know what you expected me to do, (y/n),” he argued.“I couldn’t just sit here doing nothing.”

I sighed in defeat and looked away. “Well?”

“Well, what?”

“Did you find anything?”

“Nothing of importance. Just useless stuff, the usual.” Lies. Complete lies. I see right through you, Dustin Henderson. 

I nodded, faking satisfaction at his miserable attempt at convincing me. 

“Go to bed. And if I catch you sneaking around next time,” I warned, hoping he took the hint. 

“Yeah, yeah. Wait that just means I don’t have to get caught.”

“Dustin.”

“I’m out.” 

I stood there for a moment, watching as Dustin disappeared into his room, shutting the door behind him with the kind of finality that made it clear I wasn’t getting anything else out of him tonight. Typical. 

I headed to my room and locked the door, but sleep didn’t come easily. My mind was already racing with a million little things that were troubling me. No word of what happened to Will, the cycle on Mirkwood, Dustin’s terrible attempt at lying, Barb all alone. It was all too sudden, you know? It feels like a premonition. Something waiting to go wrong. I guess I’ll just have to see. 

~

The next morning at school, I was still in a fog when I rounded the corner to my locker and nearly walked straight into Steve. Of course, that’d happen, seeing how the universe loves me.

“Watch it, nimrod,” he said, walking past me and not even turning around to look at who he almost bumped into. The audacity of some people, I swear to god.

I shot him a glare and replied with the fakest sincerity I could muster. “I’m sorry, your highness. I didn’t see you there.” 

He turned around when he heard my voice. “Oh, you,” he muttered like he was finally registering who I was.

I raised an eyebrow. “Disappointed to see me, yeah?”

He winced. “No, I didn’t- wait, no, that didn’t come out right. What I meant was... I didn’t know it was you, okay? We haven’t- I’ve mis- I, uh,”

“Just watch where you’re going, Harrington.”

“Oh, we’re on a last-name basis now?”

“We’re on a no-name basis now. Leave me alone.” As much fun as it used to be, the banter and the back and forth, he wasn’t the same guy anymore. And as much as I missed him, I was not giving him the satisfaction of being in my company.

“I was looking for you,” he blurted, with a sudden seriousness in his voice while walking back toward where I was standing. Wait, what? 

I narrowed my eyes. “Are you sure you have the right person? My name is (Y/n). (Y/n).”

“Don’t- Don’t do that. Come on.” 

“I’m sorry I just thought you wouldn’t remember who I was. It’s not like we’re friends, right?” I asked, mentally shuddering at how cold that sounded. Damn, (y/n), didn’t know you had it in you. 

Steve hesitated, visibly uncomfortable with my bluntness, but he didn’t back down. “Look, I know things between us aren’t… I’m not a uh,” he hesitated, scratching the back of his neck. “But that’s not exactly what I wanted to talk about.”

I gave him a skeptical look. “Oh? And what exactly did you want to talk about?”

“Look, I know you’re mad at me and all. But is throwing my gift to you in my swimming pool really the best course of action? I mean, it’s a low blow, don’t y-”

“Back up, what?”

“Your copy of The Shining. I found it in my pool this morning.” 

Steve handed me a soggy, waterlogged book, the edges curling up like it had just been through a hurricane. The familiar cover, the same one I had given to Barb the night before, was barely recognizable beneath the damage.

My fingers froze on the wet, warped pages. I stared at him, then back at the book, trying to make sense of what was happening. “What the hell, Steve?” I muttered, still in disbelief as I skimmed through the damp pages. My mind raced. Barb. That was the same damn book I’d handed her.

“Okay, judging by your reaction I am going to guess you did not put it there, which means you either lost it, which I get, you know, common mistake, or you gave it to someone, which I have to admit, hurts a little bi-”

“Steve shut up.”

“Okay,” Steve muttered, clearly thrown off by my reaction.

The hallway was nearly empty, the only sound being the faint hum of lockers creaking and students murmuring in the distance. It felt strangely quiet, like time had slowed for just a moment. I wasn’t sure if it was the empty space or just the gravity of the situation, but my stomach tightened.

“When did you find it?”

“This morning. Why, what’s wrong?” His eyes narrowed, and for once, he wasn’t smirking or trying to play it off. Something in his tone shifted- he seemed genuinely concerned now.

“I gave this to Barb,” I said, my voice quieter this time, more uncertain. I didn’t know why, but my stomach dropped even lower. Something didn’t sit right.

“Nancy’s friend Barb?” Steve asked, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Yes,” I answered, frustration creeping in. “Was she there when Nancy left this morning?” My voice came out almost in a whisper, like I was afraid of the answer.

“No, Nancy left last night. Alone. I just assumed she left a bit before.” 

“Only she didn’t leave. She was waiting for Nancy.”

“Wait, Nancy mentioned something. She called the Hollands this morning.”

“And?”

“I don’t think Barb went home last night.” Steve’s response felt like a punch to the gut. Barb never came home. I swallowed hard, my throat tightening. Something was off– way off– and now, it seemed like we were all tangled up in something bigger than either of us realized.

“(Y/n), is everything okay?”

“Steve, I think Barb’s missing.”

~

I raced home after school as soon as I could. I tried Holland’s place once more just for good measure. No luck. This meant that Barb really was missing, and just the thought made me shudder. How long after I left did she go missing? Was she in danger? Could I have stopped it if I had waited a little longer? Worse, Could it have been me? 

The only way I was getting any answers was if I went looking for it, and the only way for me to do that was to start by asking someone who may already have some.

I hesitated for a moment, then dialed Nancy’s number.

“Yeah, Is this the Wheeler’s? I’m looking for Nancy.”

“This is Nancy. Who am I speaking with?”

“Nancy, hey, this is (Y/n) from school,” I said, trying my best not to sound as awkward as I felt. How are you supposed to keep it together while talking to someone you’ve never talked to before? God. I was just happy this was happening over the phone.

“Oh! Hey, how can I help you?” she asked, trying her best to sound less confused.

“Yeah, listen,” I cleared my throat. “Have you heard from Barb lately? I– I’ve been trying to reach her, but no one seems to know where she is. I just... I’m really worried.”

There was a long pause on the other end.

“No, I haven’t.” Nancy’s voice grew more serious. “(Y/n), I think Barb’s missing. I’ve been trying to get some answers, but so far everything’s a dead end.”

I felt a wave of relief mixed with dread. At least I wasn’t the only one worried.

“Yeah, I was kind of hoping you’d know something I didn’t,” I said quietly. 

“Do you know anything? When was the last you heard from her?”

I debriefed her about the notes, the pool, and the book and caught her up until this morning, and to my horror, Nancy Wheeler, who I had had a full conversation with barely 2 times before today broke down crying over the phone. I was not trained for this. Oh God. 

“This was my fault. This was all my fault. I–”

“Nancy–  Nancy, breathe.”

“I mean, what was I thinking? I forced her to come, I just– I– Oh, god. I did this. I–”

I rushed to calm her down, my heart pounding. Nancy’s voice was cracking, like it was going to break any second, and I couldn’t even begin to imagine what she was feeling right now. But I had to try. Barb was missing. That was the real thing to focus on, not guilt. Because if both of us go down that rabbit hole, there was no coming out.

“Nancy, listen to me,” I said, trying to steady my own breathing. “It’s not your fault. You had a momentary lapse. It’s fine. It happens. We don’t know what really happened yet. We’re going to figure this out. We’ll find her. Okay? Breathe.”

There was a sharp intake of breath from her end, followed by a shaky sigh. She tried to compose herself, but it was clear how rattled she was.

“I just… I should’ve told her to stay home. I should’ve done something.” She sniffled, and it twisted something inside me hearing her so vulnerable.

“You can’t change what happened,” I said, my voice firm, even though I was feeling just as lost as she was. “But you can help find her now. That’s what matters.”

There was a moment of silence, and I could hear her trying to pull herself together.

“Right,” she finally said, her voice quieter now, but still full of that underlying resolve I’d come to recognize. “Right. We need to find Barb. That’s what matters.”

“Exactly.” I took a deep breath, mentally bracing myself. “Now, do you know anyone who might have seen her? Or... anything that could help?”

“I’m trying to put the pieces together,” Nancy said, her tone more controlled now, though it still held a hint of fear. “But I need someone to help me look into it. If you’re serious about this, I could use the extra set of eyes.”

“I’m in,” I said, without hesitation. “We’ll figure this out. Together.”

“I’m glad you called,” Nancy whispered. “I don’t know what to do without someone else to help me right now.”

“I’ve got your back,” I said, my voice steady, even though my insides were churning. “Let’s go get Barb home.”

There was a pause before Nancy spoke again, her voice determined now. “We will. We have to.”

~

I didn’t get much sleep after my call with Nancy. Between replaying her words and trying to piece together Barb’s last known whereabouts, my brain was in overdrive. By the time I got to school the next morning, I was running on nothing but adrenaline and bad coffee.

Nancy was waiting by her locker when I arrived, looking just as sleep-deprived as I felt. Her eyes were red, like she’d spent most of the night crying, but there was a new resolve in her expression.

“Hey,” she said quietly when she saw me.

“Hey,” I replied, matching her tone. “Any updates?”

She shook her head, biting her lip. “No. But I have an idea.”

I leaned against the locker next to hers, crossing my arms. “I’m listening.”

“Jonathan said Mrs Byers thinks a creature took Will. Something not human.”

“That’s… concerning.”

Nancy glanced around, lowering her voice. “Get this. Jonathan was taking pictures at Steve’s party that night.”

I frowned. “Jonathan? What was he doing at the party?”

“Unimportant. The point is, we have pictures,” she said, hoping I’d pick up on what she was implying. 

“Wait, that’s great, if Barb went missing the same way Will did, that might tell us something.”

“Exactly. As soon as we piece them together, we may actually have something.”

“Why are they in pieces?” I asked, confused.

“Fine, if you must know, Jonathan took some compromising pictures of me that may or may not have ended up in Steve’s hands which resulted in, well, these,” she said, pointing to the torn pictures, “and a broken camera.”

“... My God.”

Nancy’s words hung in the air like the aftermath of a storm, her cheeks faintly flushed with embarrassment. She fidgeted with the strap of her bag, avoiding my gaze for a moment before forcing herself to look up.

“I know how it sounds,” she added quickly, her voice edged with defensiveness, “but he wasn’t being a creep. Not really. He’s just— he was trying to figure out what happened to Will. He thought… I don’t know. Maybe the pictures could help.”

The weight of her words hit me like a punch to the gut. “You really think it’ll show that thing?”

“I think it’s the only real lead we’ve got.” Her voice was firm now, steady despite the emotion flickering in her red-rimmed eyes. “But I wanted to tell you first. Before we did anything with them.”

I crossed my arms, taking a deep breath. The logical part of me screamed this was messy, risky, and wrong. But the desperate part of me, the part that wanted answers just as much as she did, couldn’t ignore the possibility.

“Okay,” I said finally. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Nancy exhaled, relief softening her features for the briefest of moments before she handed me the torn photos. “Thank you,” she whispered. “I swear, we’ll make this right.”

And as I held the pieces in my hands, I realized we were both in way over our heads—but at least we weren’t alone.

[anime-villian-irl]

What I say: I'm losing my goddamn mind

What I mean: I found a thing on Tumblr and it was a ficlet where Thomas finds Martha giving birth and it might or been Bruce or it might of been his younger siblings oc I don't remember and Thomas tried to love the child he really does but it's giving Martha so much pain and he can't bring himself to love it because of that even though Martha loves it with her full heart and now I can't fucking find it and even worse I may of dreamed it up and then convinced myself it was real and now I'm losing my goddamn mind

[bet-on-me-13]

Barbara Gordon is a lost Clone of Jazz Fenton

So, years ago the GIW or Vlad or Somebody decided to try and clone Jazz. (Probably GIW)

It was supposed to be an experiment to see how well Liminals could be cloned, or if they could be turned back into a Human/turned even more Liminal. Unfortunately, the experiment took place around the same time Danny began his campaign to take down the GIW, attacking multiple bases across the US. The single Viable Clone that was created escaped the Lab it was held in during the attack and ran into the nearby City, Gotham.

The Clone managed to survive on the streets for a few weeks before being found by a Cop named Jim Gordon, and adopted.

She was given a new name, Barbara Gordon, and she mostly forgot that portion of her life before getting her new Family.

Then, over a decade later, Barbara Gordon was shot in the Spine and paralyzed. Or, she should have been. See, as it turns out the Scientists managed to impart just a little bit of Liminality into her when they made her, not enough to be noticeable but just enough to let her heal from wounds that should have been permanent. (Basically any wound will heal if given enough time, nothing is permanent)

It did take a while, but since the wound never stopped healing like it should have, she eventually regained the ability to use her legs after about 3 years.

Also, while her spine was healing her Linimal Powers were activate for the first time in her life, meaning her Ecto-Signature was more powerful than usual. That meant that it could be sensed for the first time ever.

So one day, after a shift at the Library, Barbara is on her way home when a lady walking past her stops and starts stating intently at her.

Ellie didn't expect to meet her new sister like this, but life (afterlife?) works in strange ways.

[seilnakyle]

Nightwing 80-Page Giant (2000)

Nightwing 2022 Annual

Nightwing (2023) #107

Batman: Urban Legends (2021) #10

Nightwing (2023) #105

Nightwing (2023) #113

The saga of Dickbabs bedroom dress up shenanigans continues….

[yourlocaldcbitxh]

Hey! Saw your post on the Gotham characters reacting to trump winning.

Can you please do a fem reader love interest experiencing real female rage, but being calm about it, but she asks them if they would die, live, kill for her and then she asks them to kill trump for her?

If you think this is too extreme, please just ignore this request.

Stay blessed! ✨

A/N: Hey! I’m gonna make it a little different, kind of just the, would you kill for me? With no specific person in mind! Just to be respectful (I know disgusting)

How Gotham characters would react to you asking “would you kill for me?”

Warning: killing obviously

Do you even really have to ask?

Of course he would!

No like literally you don’t have to ask just a mention of someone who is pissing you off and they’re gone

Especially if you’re angry and doing like that stare at a wall thing with your jaw clenched

He would be like so “oh my god you’re hot who do I have to kill”

Has no limits

Family, friends, cops, criminals

Anything for you

Doing riddler and ed combined

Ed would be a little hesitant at first cause he would need a reason

Riddler told him to shut up and get it done

Ed and riddler working together!? Yes on this one

Would both want to earn your affection and strike someone dead for you

Riddler would be a lot more cruel about it

Like make little puzzles that would hurt them and work his way up

Ed would be fast

So ask depending on what you want 

Yes

That’s about it

You say “I’m so fucking pissed I want them dead”

He’s asking if you wanna help

If so, yay! Couple bonding! If not, more for him he will be back in an hour or two

Don’t bother even telling him their address he knows

Probably is tracking your co workers anyway

Yes

And he will laugh while doing it

Encourages you to help!

It’s a great stress reliever

If not he pouts but he nods and goes to do it himself

He’ll be fine after

Happy little crazy man

Will explain everything to you in detail and do the hand gestures as well

How he does it he will not know before he gets there

Makes it hurt don’t worry

Another yes

But needs a plan

A solid plan

And one to make them hurt the absolute most because they hurt you

Will not ask you to help

In fact doesn’t want you too

Wants to do it himself and show that he loves you

Man with a freaky hurtful plan

Yes

Yes

She would do it while kissing you or writing you a love letter

Takes a selfie with the corpse

Will make you help her plan it but won’t make you do it

Just wants you to be happy

And will make you happy no matter the reason

[fedyjkn]

Ladies and gentlemen, Waltolomew Stricklander and Barbara Lake.

[somewherefornow]

BRUCE WAYNE/BATMAN & JIM GORDON in BOOSTER GOLD (2007)

[blu3-ja3]

Warning!

Slight descriptions of dead children, mentions of abuse and sexual assault of minors. You have been warned, it's not graphic but it's there!

Chapter 2

Tim's POV

"-im... Tim?" I woke up to the sound of Jason calling my name. His slightly curled auburn brown hair pulled back into a short ponytail with the white streaks of hairs, a new development from his mysterious revival, framing his face. Jason's myrtle green eyes had dark bags under them and were frantic as I moved from my current napping spot on the couch. His usual warm tan skin seemed to be paler than normal, he looked rough.

"Are you okay Jason? You don't look good?" Jason just shook his head and continued to walk towards the nearest hidden entrance into the batcave.

It's been about a day and 7 hours since gathering evidence from Jillian's apartment, Bruce and Barbara have been going over the camera footage. Babs found the men carrying out the rug, a very thick looking rug that doesn't fit the thickness or length of the actual rug. The two together have been following the van through the traffic cameras all around Gotham. They've yet to find where the van stopped.

And I've been focused on my own investigation, reading through what Jillian refers to as her dream journal mostly. Along with all the small paragraphs on each drawing, it's been a lot of reading. The only items I haven't checked have been Jillian's diary and her phone. The diary feels like an invasion but the phone has taken longer to open than Oracle expected.

Jason and I arrive at the cave as Damien brushes past us clearly frustrated. Jason continues to move towards Bruce who is currently getting into his Bat suit, he looks just as tired as Jason does. Jason stops in his stride to stand next to Alfred, the older man places a comforting hand onto Jason's shoulder.

"You're no longer in charge of this investigation Tim," Bruce said, cutting me off before I can speak.

"You are not to help in this investigation either. You, Damien, Duke, Stephanie, and Cassandra are not to help any further with this case. You'll continue your patrolling as normal but Nightwing will be monitoring you as you do so." Bruce turns to look at me in his full suit, his cowl not pulled over his face.

"Is that clear Tim?" The look on Bruce's face is one he holds when he wants no arguments. I set my jaw before taking a deep breath and releasing it.

"Only if I'm told why, one good reason," I demand, I watch as Jason's shoulders tense and Bruce's seem to fall. Both of them show signs of stress and exhaustion.

"I can give you two Tim. One: Some of the evidence recovered from Jillian's phone is graphic, I as your guardian and mentor don't feel comfortable with allowing you to continue your involvement with this investigation," Bruce's face is cold no emotions bleed through as he speaks clearly.

"Two," he continues, "The GCPD has recovered the body of Amila Gomez, the first kidnapped child and I won't allow any of my children to see or deal with whatever is about to happen with this case. Including you Timothy, as of this moment Jason will be chaperoning you through the cave and Dick while on patrol. Have I made myself clear?"

I nod my head and glanced at the bulletin board I'd started with Jason and Kon last night. Jason walked over to me and placed a gentle hand onto my shoulder, I looked up towards my older brother. His face contoured into a smile but it didn't meet his eyes, they looked like there was no light behind them. Similar to when Jason woke from a nightmare about Joker, it's a look similar to the one I've seen in the mirror.

"Jason," the brunette turned around to face Bruce, who now had his cowl on, "I don't want you or Dick involved either... Nor you Barbara. This case... I have a feeling it's going to take a toll and I don't want anyone else involved." Bruce said it with such a finality to it before he turned around and walked towards the Batmobile.

"What did you find? Jason?" I swallowed a lump in my throat before Jason began guiding me upstairs. As we entered the living room we were greeted by the rest of the household residents, Selina included.

"Why were we called here? What's going on?" Duke looked around confused as Jason stood next to Selina, I moved to sit down next to Kon.

"The batcave is off limits unless you have a chaperone, same with patrolling. Bruce has a case that has become intense, he doesn't want anyone stumbling across what he has found," Jason spoke clearly, I could feel my frustration mounting and snapped.

"What the hell did he find Jason? What's so horrible that we can't have access to the cave? That I was pulled from the case? I've seen a dead body before, we all have!" I barked, I hated being left in the dark. Selina stepped forwards and took a deep breath, looking to both Dick and Jason before she spoke.

"There were... Recording on Jillian's phone. They aren't pleasant, Bruce is taking the device to the police. But the most recent recording revealed something about the case, then the body was found," Selina hung her head before she looked at me, her dark brown eyes hold that same dulled look to them as Jason's do.

"Tim please. I know you don't like leaving a case when you've been involved, but just this once, listen to us... Listen to Bruce," Dick pleaded only satisfied when I nodded in agreement, "He's reassigned some minor cases and I'm to monitor you all on patrol while B is working."

Bruce's POV

I haven't felt this much rage and anger in a long time, not since Jason's death. I grip the steering wheel of the Batmobile harder as I drive towards the outer bridges that lead into Gotham. I see multiple GCPD vehicles parked, blocking off one section of the road and holding off a crowd of people.

I hide and park the Batmobile before moving through the multiple buildings on the edge of Gotham. It's raining which will make my approach quieter, as well as obscure myself from the multiple reports trying to get a peak of the crime scene.

I stick to the dark shadows that the bridge casts, the rain and overhead traffic muffling everything else. I walk up and stand next to Gordon, keeping my body in the shadows. I follow Gordon's eye line and spot the black body bag that has a small form in it. I make myself known to Gordon as the man nods to me. He walks over to stand under the bridge, lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag.

"The body is being taken to the morgue on Jenkins Street, we have to let her parents positive ID her first," Gordon takes a deep drag of his cigarette before continuing, "But you need to take a look at the body. I'll warn you she was mutilated, sick fucks carved strange things into her body."

I nod looking past Gordon to the body bag. "Where was she found... Who found her?" I ask waiting for Gordon to stomp out his cigarette and walk ahead of me.

As Gordon talks I collect samples of the water, river bed, and take my own pictures of the crime scene. She was found by a couple who lived nearby, their dog wouldn't stop barking at something floating in the river. They thought the body was a log until they walked closer. I watch as two officers approach the body bag, I finish taking pictures of the scene.

The body was picked up and moved and Gordon followed closely beside it as everyone moved up and out of the river bed. The small crowd began yelling questions and pushing to get past, Gordon didn't pay them any attention and just got into his car before following the ambulance to the morgue. I followed taking an alternate route to arrive before the ambulance by a few minutes. Enough time for me to get up to the roof and find the skylight of the morgue, crouching down to watch.

I watch as two EMS roll the gurnee into the room and transfer the body bag onto the slab. As they walk out Gordon walks in followed closely by a woman in a white coat, they're talking amongst themselves about what to expect if the parents coming in give a positive ID.

I hear a car pulling in quickly, followed by the rapid footsteps of two people. Gordon steps out of the room and there are muffled conversations before Gordon re-enters the room. He's followed by a woman with dark brown hair and a man with auburn hair, the woman is in front of the man as they walk over to stand beside the slab. Gordon gives the coroner a nod before she unzips the body bag just enough to reveal the face.

I feel bile creep into my throat as the mother gives a blood curdling scream, turning to fall into the man's arms. The man tilts his head back as tears roll down his cheeks, his face morphs into a pained expression as Gordon asks if they know who the girl was. The man nods holding the woman tighter as she wails louder, Gordon nods the coroner again and she closes the body bag. Everyone begins to filter out of the room together, Gordon is the last to leave looking up towards me and nodding.

I slipped quickly through the skylight, moving towards the slab where the young girl's body laid. I take a deep breath mentally preparing for what I'm about to see. I reach up and in one quick motion unzip the body bag and take a step back.

It was horrific, every inch of the young girl's body had a strange language carved into it. I took a deep breath and tried not to gag. I pulled out a small kit from my belt and prepared myself to examine the dead body of 5 years old Amila Gomez.

First step Batman, first step... Examine the body, detonate abnormalities and take pictures of the body. I felt nauseous as I noticed the rope burns on the child's wrist and ankles, dark red and angry. The carvings on the chest and back seem to be continuous scripts that go from the limbs and circle together before stopping at the center of the chest and back. Where the script all meets and stops there's a large burn in the shape of the hand on both the center of chest and back.

The second step is to swab her body; under the nails, palms of the hands, soles of the feet and any wounds. I used six different vials for the process, one for nails, one for her hands, one for her feet, one for the rope burns, two for the multiple carvings on the body.

Last step samples: blood, skin, hair, and spit. I take a deep breath trying to calm the rapid beating of my heart as I go through the motions of collecting the samples from the body before me. A child, a little girl only a few years younger than Damian... One of the abducted girls is the same age as Damien, one is the same age as Duke and Cass... One is their classmate, a young girl that Tim saw regularly in class.

My head whips up as I hear the approaching footsteps of heels. I finish getting the last of my samples before I exit from the same skylight window I entered from. I find Gordon standing outside on the roof waiting patiently for me on the roof. I take another deep breath stealing my nerves because I have something else to do beyond this investigation.

"Batman, Oracle said you had something that you wanted to show me. They said it was important," Gordon's low timber rumbled as he stood with his hands in his coat.

"Commissioner, while investing Jillian Rodriguez's home I found her phone. After opening the device I came across recordings," My naturally deep baritone voice rumbles from deep within my chest. Gordon holds out with an expectant look on his face, there's a tiredness in his body.

"Gordon... I have to warn you, what's recorded on that phone isn't... Pleasant," Gordon cocks a brow as I continue, "It looks like she was trying to gather evidence, there's recordings of conversations with her sister, screenshots of texts, pictures with dates... There's a recording of Jillian being assaulted by her sister..."

I have to stop and take a deep breath, bile building in my throat. "The second to last audio recording is the main cause for concern... I think she was being sexually assaulted..." Gordon's eyes widened then his face hardened, "She reached out to her social worker multiple times regarding what she has, they never responded to her. Check that," I say as I move to place the colorful phone into Gordon's hands before grappling away to get to my car and drive back to the cave.

The drive felt longer than usual but once there I immediately got to work analyzing everything. Blood, hair and skin goes through a toxicology, each swab is wiped onto new disks before placed into different solutions one for each swab. Pictures are printed and the computer runs through different languages to try and find a match for the strange script. Crime scene samples are tested and checked.

I tense as a pair of familiar warm brown arms wrap around and hold my chest, I can feel her lay her head against my middle back. Her short hair tickles the back of my neck as she squeezes gently and I relax into Selina's hold. As I relax I can feel the fatigue weighing on me, and I realize I don't know what time it is.

"How long?" My voice cracks as it strains my vocal cords, another sign that time has slipped past me.

"It's been two days Bruce, let me ta-" Selina is interrupted by a loud beep followed by another. I look at the computer to see that a compound in the blood has been identified and that another body has been reported.

"Selina I ha-" Selina holds up a hand to stop me, lightly placing a kiss on my cheek.

"I'm coming with you," I start to talk when she holds up her hand again and continues, "Darling, I know what I'm getting myself into. I've lived in Gotham my whole life, sadly a dead body isn't a new sight." I hold her gaze as she continues to talk.

"We'll go to the crime scene and the morgue, I'll help you recover the evidence you need. Then once we're home you're bathing, eating, and then we'll cuddle till you sleep," there's a playful edge to her voice as Selina talks about cuddling... I honestly won't complain if that does happen.

It doesn't take Selina much to get suited up and for us to drive to the crime scene, it's close to the docks near storm drains. There's again a crowd of reports being held back by officers and barricades, we slip quickly past and down the hill towards Commissioner Gordon.

As I began to survey the scene I spotted two body bags, both similar sizes to the last one. Again a pit opens in my stomach and the same gnawing guilt rises to my throat. I repeat my steps from the last crime scene, collecting samples from the storm pipe, the nearby waters, and the mossy rocks. Doing the same process with the bodies after they're identified. Both girls have the same carvings in their bodies as well as rope burns and the strange hand burns on their chest and back.

I'm trying, desperately I'm trying to keep myself together as Selina and I wait for the bodies to ID. I can feel myself drifting away. Slipping into myself and letting my exhaustion get a better foot hold, fatigue burrowing its way into my muscles making itself a home there. But as soon as I start to relax, the cries of grieving families ring out and I feel a pit open in my stomach. I push it down as best I can while once again gathering as much evidence as I can from the two bodies.

The pit only seemed to grow deeper as time went on, this feeling mixed with my lack of sleep has only made everything all that more difficult to do. I jumped when Selina approached me and took over taking the final pictures of bodies. Once out of the morgue and moving towards the Batmobile did she speak up.

"Bruce, you look dead on your feet... Let me drive, okay?" Even behind her tinted goggles I could see the worry in her caramel brown eyes. I simply nod and pass her the keys, I feel a bit of relief as I sit in the passenger seat.

As we drive I feel Selina's hand reach under my cowl to remove it, I turn to look at her as she pulls her own goggles off. Her hand once again reaches up and caresses my cheek while she puts the Batmobile into auto piolet. When Selina turns to me the worry in her eyes has spread to her face.

"Bruce... You're crying, talk to me... Please?" I swallow around nothing before I begin to speak.

"Their children Selina, someone is doing this to children. The oldest one is the same age as Tim..." I take a deep breath trying to keep my voice steady as I continue talking, "They have a child Damian's age and they have those girls bound in ropes so tight it's bruising them. Whoever has them is carving things into their skin while they're still alive and I don't even know what to make of the burns." I hang my head low before I continue.

"The girl Tim's age, she has recordings on her phone... Of her being assaulted by her sister's boyfriend. It's horrible Selina I can't possibly imagine what that poor girl is dealing with now... I just want to find her, all of them and make sure they're safe." I let myself be pulled into a hug by Selina before I feel the car slow and stop.

As we get out I spot Dick at the computer, a rush of anxiety surges through me as I storm over to him. Dick stands quickly from the chair and holds his hands up in a mock surrender, my voice catches in my throat as I see the images of the carvings opened on the screen. Selina places a hand on my shoulder and I force myself to relax.

"Dick, what are you doing? I've told you I don't want any of you in the batcave or near the computer without Alfred," I say trying to keep my tone level, I feel Selina's hand start rubbing my lower back in an attempt to soothe me... It works a little.

"The symbols looked familiar... I've seen Raven write similar ones before, some I know I've seen her write before. I was drawing them out to send her way... Bruce nothing came up for a language in the Batcomputer system, please let me try this," Dick spoke fast as he turned back towards the numerous papers that have familiar strange symbols written on them.

I give a nod of approval to Dick before patting him on the back, I quickly place everything we gathered from the crime scene and bodies into their respective areas before removing my belt and stripping my suit. I hear the sound of the Oracle System pinging something but before I can turn to check Dick says it's just the chemical from the blood sample.

I let Selina guide me through the mansion and into the kitchen where Alfred handed me a plate of food, it's a simple chicken sandwich with a side salad and apple slices. I eat everything and drink two glasses of water before Selina drags me upstairs to our shared bathroom. The tub is steaming and I take my time to soak, letting Selina wash my hair before I wash myself and stumble out of the bathroom.

I let out a groan as the bone deep tension and exhaustion finally caught up with me. Laying in my bed I can feel the last bit of tension ooze out of me as Selina begins to gently rub and massage my back and shoulders. I let the tears fall silent into my pillow as I don't entirely know why I'm crying, but it's cathartic and helping.

After a bit of time Selina lays down next to me and pulls me into her chest, I instantly move to hold her. Once we're comfortable I can feel myself slowly slipping away, then Selina starts to hum softly and I let myself drift away in her embrace.

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