#but if there was as many as gotham

[violent138]

While I'm sure bad guys in Gotham have learned over time that the Bats don't kill, that even after bashing your teeth in they'll flag down an ambulance or dump you unceremoniously at the ER, it's still a shaky trust.

One that is easily shaken seeing a child wielding a sword in the dead of night; nobody wants to learn how that is handled nonlethally. Or bad guys just surrendering one late night after running into an alley and Nightwing's standing over their unconscious buddy, holding the gun he wrestled away. They watch Red Hood break into the place they're robbing with a crowbar in hand and just decide they'd rather not chance it. They see a shadow that could be Black Bat and-- you get it.

[stealingyourbones]

There’s a new drug in Gotham making the rounds, one synthesized by Two-Face’s people; if you take it you will have a 50/50 chance that you’ll experience the greatest high of your life or that you’ll die.

Batman is desperately trying to find the main lab and cut off the production from the source and hasn’t been able to find a lead in weeks.

That’s when Gordon gives him a file that was given to him by a “white haired ghost kid”. It’s a detailed report written similarly to a scientific journal with detailed sources that are mainly first hand accounts from deceased victims of the Two-Face drug.

At the very end of the paper there’s an address to a Gotham University dorm room with a sticky note next to it that says “if you need help with death or the undead. Yours truly; Danny Fenton.”

[scho17]

Tired college student Danny and the cafe he's at gets held up and something in him has just snaps. Like he's crying in a why? Why does the universe hate me? and then in comes the anger like I'M JUST TRYING TO GET COFFEE. I HAVE A TEST IN 30 MINUTES. SHUT UP. LET ME FUCKING LIVE MAN. beating the teeth outta some guy, no powers just pure hands and then the bats get on the scene and are like Oh Okay.

Red Hood compliments his form. It's a maybe good day. Minus being burgled but like that's fine. This is Gotham.

[bet-on-me-13]

City Spirits awaken.

So! City Spirts are basically God's sustained by the people in their Cities. Some are Gods born from the belief and people of a City, others are God's who Bind themselves to Cities to sustain themselves in periods of low worship.

Almost all Major Population Centers have some kind of City Spirit bound to them.

The Personification of Los Angeles who slept with Constantine was born from her City, but she was young and weak compared to other City Spirits.

Lady Gotham is an Ancient Spirit who holds immense Power, but purposefully bound herself to the new and growing city of Gotham so she could sleep for a few millenia without worrying about sustaining Worship. She has been asleep for Centuries.

Actually, most City Spirits are Asleep.

Millenia Ago, the most powerful Gods and Spirits of the Infinite Realms fled the Rule of Pariah Dark. They didn't agree with his ambitions to conquer the Living Realm, and didn't want to let him use their Power against the Living Realm either.

So they Bound themselves to newly forming Cities and put themselves into Deep Sleep to avoid his Control. They have been asleep for Millenia now, waiting for the day Pariah would be overthrown so they could return to the Infinite Realms safely.

Then they day came. A New King was Crowned.

And the Cities began to wake up.

[thebibliosphere]

Sat too long in my feelings about the Gotham Knights video game Jason Todd going to therapy and trying to engage with his siblings from a place of healing and hurt myself, so now I'm inflicting this on all of you, but:

Do you ever think about how Jason only ever gets to experience Dick as an extension of the breakdown of Dick and Bruce's relationship at that time? Granted, depending on the comic era, Dick maybe doesn't show up as much as he should, or Jason acts like an antagonistic little shit, but overall, Dick's falling out with Bruce overshadows all of it.

And, like, yeah, it's funny to joke that only Jason knows that Dick went through a shitbag teenage phase and that no one ever believes him. (Gaslight, Gate Keep, Gotham ✌) And Jason is irate about it because how can they not see through what is clearly The World's Best Big Brother Act? How can no one else see it's fake?

(Unless it's not fake, and Jason just wasn't worth loving... No, fuck off, he doesn't care, he doesn't. Leave him alone.)

But at the same time, what if Jason's the only one who realizes it's a trauma response?

What if Jason's in the middle of a therapy session or reading one of the self-help books we see him ordering, and he just has to take a moment to breathe because, of course, it's a fucking trauma response. Of course, it is.

Dick's not pretending to be anything. He was, in fact, so severely affected by Jason's death that he over-corrected and now refuses to let himself be anything other than the Perfect Big Brother. Because he can't. Because when he's not perfect, when he's not there for them, they die.

Suddenly the golden retriever's cheerfulness is less grating and more worrying. Dick's need for perfection is less an annoying personality trait to compete with and more an exhausted cry for help that no one else seems to see. Not even Dick.

Because Jason realizes now that he might have never managed to live up to the Golden Boy mantle, but Dick will never get to put it down, either. Because he can't let himself. Because bad shit happens when he does.

So what if that's what he hopes Dick reads between the lines in the email he sends him in GK?

What if, by saying, "Hey, I realize now trying to hold myself to your standards was damaging my relationship with you, but I need you to know it wasn't your fault," was also Jason saying, "Hey, this shit isn't healthy are you fucking okay?"

[everwalldigan]

(Bruce and Jason meeting for the first time after he came back from being presumed dead (lost in the time stream))

Jason: really? Copying my flow and coming back from the dead? Be original. *voice wobbling* you should have stayed dead, we were wayyyyy better off, it was quiet for once *bursts into tears and runs away*

[logicallyblind]

i see your “bruce wayne laughs in upper class, 100 dollar bills fall from his lips when he chuckles, etc etc” take and i agree wholeheartedly but also i raise you

“bruce who doesn’t really laugh at things out loud like that really, he’s more of a nose exhale, brief grin and intense eye contact conveying his emotions” type of guy but sometimes

something will happen that constitutes, his full on body laugh and when its an instinctual thing it’s so rare that bruce doesn’t have a failsafe for that reflex and the person they’re with just,, stops

because the laugh they’re so used to can’t be compared to this genuine deep, heavy with emotion and feeling laugh that fills his lungs and your soul- and they just wish he would do that all of the time instead of his wooden paparazzi simpering and its something so stark that it throws them for a loop

and idk i just love watching bruce expose layers of himself to those he loves without consciously doing so

[emo-batboy]

A Wild Battinson (Social Media AU)

Part 51 (Masterlist)

(Part 52)

@bruciemilf it’s SNL week

There is so much exposition in this part. Just gimme a sec. (Also? That shirt? Took way too long to edit. But please trust the process.)

If you’re not already aware, I wrote a summary of the Battinson SNL episode forever ago. However, I will only be linking that on Saturday’s update. If you want to spoil yourself, you can find it somewhere on my blog, but I’m not handing it over just yet.

That’s it for now. See you tomorrow <3

[yoditopascal]

Or Nah

MINORS DNI 18+ ‼️

jason todd 100% loves to fuck to music.

he tries to focus on the lyrics, the beat of the song, tries his hardest to focus on anything but you to make this last longer but fuck, you’re squeezing him so tight and you sound so fucking good.

he buries his face into your neck and licks against your skin as he tries to stay hitting it on beat, promising you’re gonna feel oh so good when he's through with you “fuck mama.. so fuckin’ good to me .” he speeds up his pace a little as he gets closer faltering on tempo just a bit to let you know he's getting close

he’s so fucking big, and he's moving like he’ll die again if he can't get you to come first. he starts mumbling filthy nothings pathetically into you ear as he lazily drags a hand down your plush stomach to rub tight circles into your clit

you don’t even know when you both started cumming, him filling you hard and deep as he's painting your walls hot and white, but you know you didn't want it to stop.

a chill runs down your spine when you feel him exhale a strangled breath, your combined fluids leaking out of you as you both come down from your high leaving a milky ring around the base of his cock, so caught up in the euphoria of it all that he forgot to pull out.

there's a different song playing now and the thought of fucking you to it has his dick twitching inside of you all over again

a/n: i wrote this instead of doing my math hw

[zhelin-thames]

Damian Wayne had always been the brooding, methodical type, raised by the League of Assassins and trained in every form of combat known to man. His family, though unconventional, was his anchor. But when the Justice League summoned the Ghost King, he wasn't expecting much more than another world-threatening force to deal with. What he didn't expect was Danny Phantom.

Danny—who, at the time, was still the Ghost King—was an enigma to Damian. The teenager appeared to be no older than Damian himself, yet the sheer power and timeless presence that emanated from Danny made Damian’s sharp mind wary. Danny wasn’t just powerful; he had a calm air about him, as if the weight of the universe meant little to him. There was a curiosity about the boy-turned-king that tugged at Damian, something he couldn't quite place.

Their first encounter wasn’t easy. The Justice League had summoned Danny to aid in a crisis—a situation so dire that the fate of the world hung in the balance. And yet, when Danny appeared, it wasn’t the expected godly being from legends, but a confused teen with an air of nonchalance. When Damian saw Danny's face, however, something shifted. He’d known many figures of power, but Danny was different. Despite his near god-like status, there was a youthful vulnerability to him, something that made Damian want to protect him, even though Danny didn’t appear to need it.

As the crisis passed and the League debriefed, Damian found himself slipping away from the group, his thoughts preoccupied by Danny. There was something about Danny’s presence that intrigued him—Danny's eyes held an ancient wisdom, yet his laughter was light, almost childlike. Damian wasn’t used to feeling this way, especially not toward someone who wasn’t part of his carefully structured life.

It was after a particularly tense confrontation with a new villain that they first truly spoke.

Damian had gotten himself into trouble while trying to protect Gotham, barely escaping an ambush. When he returned to the Batcave, nursing wounds that barely fazed him, he found Danny sitting on the edge of the Batcomputer, fiddling with a few of Bruce's gadgets. Damian had never seen anyone so casual in the Batcave, and it irked him at first. But when Danny looked up and smiled, something inside Damian softened.

"You're not worried about the League, are you?" Damian asked, his voice edged with skepticism.

Danny chuckled. "I’ve seen much worse than a few villains. You’re tougher than you look."

Damian frowned, but Danny’s easygoing nature had a strange way of pulling him in. “You’ve been through a lot, haven't you?” Damian murmured, unable to mask the genuine curiosity he felt.

Danny’s smile faltered for a moment, and his gaze became distant, as if the memories of his past as the Ghost King weighed on him more than he let on. He nodded slowly. “More than I’d care to remember. But... it’s in the past now.”

There was a quiet understanding between them, a silent acknowledgment that neither of them had had the easiest childhoods. As time passed, they found themselves talking more often, and the bond between them deepened.

Damian was drawn to Danny's resilience, his ability to remain calm under pressure, and his underlying vulnerability that no one else seemed to see. Danny, on the other hand, found solace in Damian’s fiery determination, his passion for justice, and his willingness to protect those he loved—even if it meant sacrificing himself. It was an intensity Danny hadn’t realized he needed until it was there, right in front of him.

One night, after a particularly harrowing battle against an ancient force that threatened both the Ghost Zone and Earth, Danny and Damian found themselves alone, walking through the quiet streets of Gotham. Danny’s ethereal glow flickered faintly in the shadows, casting an almost otherworldly light on the darkened city.

“I never thought I’d be back here,” Danny said softly, his voice carrying a weight that Damian couldn’t ignore.

Damian glanced at him, his expression unreadable. “Back where?”

“Gotham. I used to visit here when I was younger, but… that was before everything changed.”

Damian stopped walking, a rare softness in his features. “It’s different now, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Danny replied, his voice barely above a whisper. He looked at Damian, meeting his gaze with a tenderness that was uncharacteristic of someone who had once been a god. “I think I’m still figuring it out.”

Damian reached out, his hand brushing Danny’s in a brief, yet intimate gesture. “We all are,” he said quietly, his voice laced with an emotion he rarely allowed himself to feel.

Danny’s heart skipped a beat, and for the first time in a long while, he didn’t feel like the weight of the world was on his shoulders. He found something in Damian’s gaze—something both grounding and freeing. The quiet strength of the boy who had once been trained to kill now stood beside him, offering something Danny had never thought he needed: love. Not in the way he had known love as the Ghost King, but as something real and unspoken.

It was then that Damian realized that, despite their differences, despite the vast distance between their worlds, he cared for Danny—deeply. And Danny, for the first time, allowed himself to admit the same.

[mylifeingotham]

[stealingyourbones]

The Lazarus Pits are actually ectoplasm distilleries made by ghosts that have since been abandoned after being discovered by humans.

Ra’s Al Ghul, various heroes, villains, all were revived due to the ghost equivalent of Blinds You strength moonshine.

Additional idea: Danny doesn’t know of the existence of Lazarus Pits and just turned 21. Ember brings him to her favorite Lazarus Pit; the one that’s directly under Gotham

[kizzer55555]

The power of hotdogs

Danny is running to Gotham to escape the GIW. As he’s running into an alleyway, he crashes into non other than condiment king who proceeds to attack and hits the GIW goons behind him. This absolutely terrifies them due to the fact that their prestigious white clothes will be stained. The fact that he has people running in terror gives Condiment king a giddy feeling so he proceeds to chase them around Gotham.

Thus starts Danny’s constant exploits of running to condiment king when he’s being chased and the rogue scarring the living daylights out of the GIW. They develop nightmares and Condiment king starts developing new concoctions that will specifically stain clothes and never come out. Mwa ha ha!

Eventually, Danny gets adopted by the rogue and becomes his sidekick. Now, when people learned that condiment king got a new sidekick, they laughed. Who in their right mind would want to mentor under him. They believed that this was some poor sob who was down on their luck and truly desperate. That or some weirdo like the ‘king’ himself.

But they didn’t understand.

They didn’t understand that they should never have let Danny Fenton (known as Phantom) become Condiment King’s sidekick.

Danny knows how to animate hotdogs and other foods to create an army. Danny knows intimately about the secret nasty burger sauce that is capable of powerful explosions of you heat it up. Danny has knowledge in the usage and how to build various weaponry designed to shoot or even be powered by green sludge (which can easily be replaced by ketchup, mustard, or relish).

And he hasn’t even shown Gotham his power-set yet. No one knows why he calls himself phantom. For all they know, he’s just a normal (terrifying) human.

Everyone blames the GIW for this mess.

[wishfulsketching]

For the gotham art prompts, maybe Edward (human) coping with the existence of Edward (dog)?

Also just wanted to say that I really really love your art, you capture the characters so well and the speed that you draw at is so impressive lol, I get notifications that you've posted like every day

Thank you! I've always been quick with my art, mostly because I tend to draw like three things at the same time, switching between them every ten minutes..... (thanks adhd)

Here's Ed being jealous of a dog!

[breadandblankets]

gotham city social media aus are so fun like imagine for me if u will:

"who need the sun when u have ✨Him✨" [fancam of The Signal Akira sliding on his bike, cut with him speaking quietly with a kid, cut with him helmet cracked, paying for a bus fare]

tweet with a picture of the batmobile blocking a car into a parking space, the comment is just ":/ this will be fun to explain to my boss"

[thebibliosphere]

Playing GK, and I'm doing a "collectibles" run through Gotham tonight and went hunting for the street art in the West End.

(Sorry for the potato quality; I had to lighten the camera to make it visible in screenshots. Also, image IDs are in alt.)

I was surprised when the descriptor "Born This Way" popped up when I added it to my collection, along with a description of the piece being commissioned for Gotham Pride.

"Aw, that's nice." I thought. A nice little bit of world-building that ties in nicely with Tim coming out as bi and Dick offering to go to Pride with him.

So, anyway, art collected, I hopped back on my bike, took off down the street, and then reversed at full speed because I realized I'd just driven over a rainbow crosswalk.

"Aw, cool! That's a nice little touch. Wait a minute... is that an Irish gay bar?"

"It is! It's a gay Irish bar! Huh... I wonder what else is around here."

So I get off the bike, turn a corner, and start counting the rainbow Pride flags hanging over fire escapes and windows.

"Wait... does Gotham have a Gay Village?"

"Holy shit, they gave Gotham a Gay Village!"

"Wait, what does that sign say under the Pride flag... "The Quiet Escape Bookstore"... GAY BOOKSTORE GAY BOOKSTORE GAY BOOKSTORE GAY BOOKSTORE!!!"

So anyway, yeah. I have 154 hours in this game and only just now found Gotham's LGBT district.