#central city

[incorrectbatfam]

If you could live in one DC city, which one would you choose? Star City? Central City? Metropolis? Gotham? Or a different one?

All of them have their pros and cons

Star City

- Pros: the Arrowfam

- Cons: Ollie's chili

Central City/Keystone

- Pros: more mentally stable Rogues gallery

- Cons: the Midwest

Metropolis

- Pros: not Gotham

- Cons: gotta buy a new car every week the way they get thrown through your office

Smallville

- Pros: Kon

- Cons: corn

Gotham

- Pros: grunge vibes

- Cons: Gotham

[armed-with-a-waffle-iron]

Sports Team Logos for DC Comics Cities

Used Photopea and took some liberties with the names.

Fictional Etymology

The Knights⚾️: The Knights initially attributed their name to Gotham's history as an English colony though the double entendre was not lost on them, especially since the infamous "Gotham Nights" have become synonymous with the crime capital.

The Meteors🏈⚾️: Alliteration 🤷‍♀️.

The Spartans🏐: Gateway City possesses the largest collection of Greek artefacts outside of Greece and have a reputation for producing gold-medal-winning Olympians, inspiring the name of Gateway's Pro Volleyball team; the "Spartans".

The Sab-Cats⚽️: The Sab-Cats are a NWSL team born out of a social initiative by community centres in Star City using sport to keep youths away from crime. Recently turned professional, the team honours its mutual aid roots by adopting the Anarchist symbol of the "Sab-Cat".

The Velocity🏈: Keystone City has long been a hub of transport manufacturing, from automobiles to aircraft. The Velocity began as an amateur factory workers' football team in the 1940s, with its name referring to the cars these workers assembled.

The Cheetahs🏈: Initially named the "Central City Cougars", after the wildcat historically present in Missouri, the NFL team more recently renamed itself after the speedy African Cheetah in honour of its then residential speedster, the second Flash, following the first Crisis.

The Cosmos🏀: Before its destruction, Coast City was known along the West Coast as a melting pot of diversity, and its former NBA team derived its name, "Cosmos", from the word "Cosmopolitans".

The Bloodhounds⚾️: Before harmful radiation, Blüdhaven was plagued with corruption, often enabled by its police force. Some suspect strings were pulled for this former MLB team to adopt a blue kit and a common police dog as a mascot. Maybe it's a coincidence?

[huariqueje]

Nightfall Southwark - Jennifer Jokhoo

New Zealand , b. 1970s

Linocut print , 56 x 37 cm. Ed. 25.

[tiger-in-the-flightdeck]

A Bird, A Speedster, and a Super, and a holiday in Metropolis

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[dcwitchrd]

POV: your local hero is the flash and you live in central city

[imdeadinsidesiriuslydead]

Shut Up! | Bart Allen x villain!reader

Bart Allen x fem! Reader

Based off this imagine I made.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Warnings: Violence. Blood(tiny). Smutty! Just go ahead and read the imagine if you don’t want spoilers. Slight smut. Maybe I’ll write a part 2 with full on smut😏

notes: female reader. Villain reader. Villain name never mentioned. Race or appearance of reader never mentioned.

a/n: dude I was minding my business when this scenario popped into my head and now I just have to share it with the world. Enjoy!

———

Being chained up to a chair with his feet being bound together isn’t how Bart thought he’d spend his Friday night.

He wasn’t even supposed to be in Gotham. He protects Central City with Wally. Kinda. Wally doesn’t really like Bart as a sidekick. He was more of Max Mercury’s sidekick.

Max was probably worried out of his mind. He just really hoped Max wouldn’t show up or try to look for him, or else he’d find something he doesn’t need to know.

Bart has a secret. A secret crush on a certain Batman villain. Ever since he had to fight her with the young justice team, he was smitten.

His favorite pass time is running to Gotham city and foiling her plan before heading off to go hang out with Tim.

She would always catch him, she always did. And he would always let her. He loved it. A game of cat and mouse.

He loved watching her smile in victory as she caught him. He loved watching her integrate him. And he especially loved annoying her.

Like right now. He could vibrate his molecules and get out of the ropes, but what’s the fun in that?

She had caught him by freezing the ground and him falling into a trap she had made. She than knocked him out and tied him to a chair.

She stood in front of him with a scowl. She didn’t enjoy this game as much as he did. Her mask had been removed, giving Bart a few look at her face. She stared him down before smiling.

“Butch you can leave.” You said to your guard standing by the door. He left and closed the door, leaving the room in a dark cast.

The lights from outside the windows cast shadows across your features. The only other light was a small one back behind Bart, giving him the tiniest bit light to see your face.

“Impulse.” You stated “why do you always pop up and ruin everything?” You asked, no malice in your tone, Bart noted. Only curiosity.

“Well when you’re about to do something bad it’s kinda my job to come stop you.” Bart said as he smiled at you.

“Hmm” you hummed as you moved to a table full of weapons.

You grabbed a knife and turned to face him. Bart watched as you walked up to him slowly before leaning down to be at his eye level.

“You know,” you started with a sly smile “usually, I’d let you off with a warning. Maybe a slap on the wrist.” You whispered to him as you raised the knife to his face.

“but today you didn’t just mess up my plan. No.” You whispered with fake sorrow. You dragged the knife against his jaw, causing Bart to let out a breath. “You messed up the Bane’s plan too.”

Bart sucked in a breath. He didn’t know that. Obviously, he could put run Bane, but that didn’t change the fact that he was scared of him.

“Yea so, now I have to teach you a real lesson Impulse. Either with me or Bane. Take your pick.”

“Oh I’d much rather be punished by you.” Bart said as he wiggled his eyebrows up and down.

Your smile turned to an annoyed look. “Suit yourself.” You dug the knife at his neck, not hard enough to break skin but hard enough to hurt.

Bart winced in pain, but another idea popped into his head. Acting like his name, he impulsively took action.

“So what do you do when you’re not trying to kill me?” He asked teasingly. The smirk on his face prevalent.

Your face slipped for a minute before the walls were back up again. “Is that really what you’re asking right now?” You asked dumbfounded.

“Well,” he started staring you right in the eyes, you could finally see the color of them. A nice golden brown. “I figured since your bodyguard wasn’t in here anymore, we could get to know each other a little more.” He smiled seductively.

Your blush was very noticeable, especially since your mask was off. “But- stop trying to distract me from your punishment.” You said sternly, though Bart was not convinced.

“Well I normally wouldn’t let someone tie me up the first official date, but you’re a special exception.” Bart winked. “So, at least tell me about yourself, since I’m being so nice.” He looked at you with faux innocence. You won’t lie, the look on his face was turning you on. You had to figure out a way to have him keep the look on his face.

You quickly remember that Bane would have your head if you didn’t take care of Impulse. Your need for survival trumped the need between your legs.

“That’s a vague question.” You say as you resume moving your knife against his neck, watching the goosebumps that it leaves in its wake.

“Huh?” Bart asked.

“Thats a vague question. Be specific. What did you want to know?” You ask as your knife slowly pierces the skin of his neck.

He hisses at the pain, before almost chocking on air. You moved your head towards his neck and licked the blood off of his neck. Bart stares at you, completely turned on and kinda scared.

You watched as the cut immediately healed itself, leaving no scar. You notice his shocked staring and laugh.

“How about a deal? Every question I answer, you have to answer one of mine. Deal?” You asked as you made the same innocent look he had given you earlier.

He nodded dumbly and you smiled.

“So too fast too furious, what’s your question?” You asked him.

“What’s your name?” He asked, his smile returning.

Your knife continued on its path across his neck going up to his jaw line.

“Y/N” you said as your knife gently touched his jaw line. He breathed out, liking the sensation of it gently touching him. “Your turn.” He tells you.

“Why do you heal so fast?” You asked as he breathed deeply. You were genuinely curious.

“Super fast metabolism.” he breathed as your knife made its way to the end of his suit by his neck.

Your knife gently teared the spandex, revealing more skin to slice at. His skin was incredibly soft. Slightly tan with freckles all over the part of his now exposed shoulder.

“Why are you working for Bane?” He asked. You weren’t really a villain in his eyes. More of an anti hero. You didn’t really harm people. You helped bad guys though, but you didn’t seemed fond of that.

“Cause I have to.” You said, still mesmerized by the goosebumps you were creating on his supple skin.

He figured he can ask you about it another day. Right now he didn’t want anything to stop you from dragging the knife all over him.

“Why do you always come to Gotham? I thought you and the flash protect Central City. That’s like two states away.” You say you start to cut the skin of his shoulder gently.

He breathes out a whine as it hurts. You try not to focus on the way that noise made you feel.

“What do you think sweetheart? Why am I here?” You might have been intimidated by his words if you weren’t meant to be torturing him.

You grabbed him by the hair and pushed his head back fast. He whined again and stared at you in shock.

“I asked you a question, speedy!” You say, giving him a dangerous look.

He stares at you in shock and overwhelmed lust. You smirk and decide to sit on his lap instead of kneeling on the floor.

You let go of his hair and go back you his shoulder. Watching the blood drip down a little. You saw the cut had healed and just to turn him on more, you lean down and lick the blood up his shoulder. You lick a little higher than where the blood stopped just to mess with him.

“Because I wanted to see you.” He states. Blushing madly.

You look up at him, and look through his goggles into his eyes. You saw shame and embarrassment. He’s telling the truth.

You won’t lie, that statement might have made your day, hell, your week. You try to hide the smile on your face but miserably fail. You had a lot of body image issues growing up and were bullied heavily, it was nice to find out someone actually wanted to see you, not just for a business deal.

“Your turn.” You tell him, still a little giddy.

“Why do you always kidnap me?” He asked with a handsome smile.

“You always try to stop me. So why not just stop you before you can?” You say as you pick your knife back up and continue your assault of his skin.

your hand pulls down the fabric a bit that had been cut on his shoulder, revealing part of his chest.

Bart sucks in a breath. Waiting for your next move.

“Why aren’t you actually hurting me?” Bart asked. You looked up at Impulse.

“Do you want me to actually hurt you?” You whisper as your kinda gently trails down from his shoulder.

“No.” He said as the cool knife hits his chest.

“I’m not gonna hurt cause I don’t want to.” You say turning back to work.

“But won’t the henchmen outside notice I’m not hurt?” Bart asked.

“What do you mean?” You asks as you slice a tiny shallow part of his right pec.

Bart makes a small whimper at the sensation, as another better idea pops into his head.

“Like don’t people who are tortured usually scream and make noise?” He asks in a seductive voice.

Your knife stopped moving again and you look at him and see his eyes blown out with lust. Your mind made a decision before you could stop yourself. You leaned down and licked up the blood before dragging your tongue up his shoulder to his neck, before sucking on the skin of his neck.

Bart moaned as he leaned more into your touch. The noise he made went straight to your core.

You pulled back, a tiny bit of blood on the corner of your mouth. Your hands went into Impulses hair and you gently tugged, causing him to leg out another whine. You moved your sitting position so that your legs were straddling his.

“Yea. I suppose they do. You wanna help me make this sound real?” You ask as your hand move onto his face, pushing his goggles up so you can see his eyes.

“Yes.” Bart says as he felt his dick harden against your thigh.

“Good boy.” You say before leaning in to kiss Bart.

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anyone want a part 2?

Edit: Part 2 here

[givemewallywestorgivemedeath]

This is what I've been saying this whole time. Central City and Keystone are on a whole different level.

The Rogues survive Central City and Keystone because they are a team. They have each other's backs and they have rules and they know the game.

Trying to pull off a solo crime in the Flash's territory? Good fucking luck. I'll make you a reservation in Iron Heights 0.003 seconds from now.

[1m0g3n09]

[gothamgothic]

Living near supers/heroes as a meta

(CW: Unreality, In-character RP) I wanted to share some tips and tricks that I have picked up from experience and talking with other metas about moving/relocating from city to city. I hope that this list is helpful for those who are just going out on their own for the first time. Stay safe everyone!

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For metas, establish yourself a routine. Something that your neighbors grow accustomed to, check your mail the same time every day, go to the bus stop the same time. Stick to the routine to the best of your ability.

Why? Metas are statistically more likely to be targeted by goons, rogues, etc. when out and about. If you go missing, you want people to be able to tell. This is also a fantastic tip for young women living alone.

Try to keep up to date on the local rogues and their hench-people, and keep as far away from them as possible. Even a single meeting may make it look to heroes, to civilians, etc. that you are working for that group.

I have found it far easier to keep a form of ID on you as a meta, even if you do not drive, than to argue with random security guards about the fact that "no, I am not a new rogue, I am here to buy pants." Do not HAND them your ID.

--- Keep in mind where it is you plan to move. What sort of threats are there? Is it a smaller town? What is the local meta population like?

If the city has statistics about their meta population, that either means that they are actively going door-to-door asking for this information, they have some local organization of metas sharing this information, or they are partaking in some less than ideal practices. Being a meta is considered medical information in many places.

I also suggest going to the pages of notable political figures in the area you plan to move, find their stances on metas if you can. The more vocal ones tend to be even MORE vocal on social media.

If your city is large enough, it may have a help hotline for metas, to my knowledge there are only a couple cities that do as of now, but others seem to be following suit.

And finally: If your local heroes make public appearances, and you have the opportunity to, introduce yourself! I know the Flash was DELIGHTED when he met me when I was a kid. I have the photo framed. Letting the local heroes know you exist is an amazing experience for anyone.

If you have anything else you would like to add, I ENCOURAGE it!

EDIT: Added the unreality tag after seeing others tag it and realize that it would be beneficial.

[nightinthemarsh]

(Reasurch for a fic I'm working on :])

[g1rlr0b1n]

Bart, Conner, and Tim playing an online game before ever meeting in real life:

Bart: being from Central City is crazy man! I can't take any of these "villians" seriously. Captain Boomerang, what the hell is that?! This is a silly place.

Conner: Metropolis isn't too bad, you know aside from the power hungry CEO trying to duke it out with a God level alien...I mean, this place kind of is an alien magnet though...but somehow it still feels safer to live here than Gotham.

Bart: I know right, that place gives me the creeps!

Conner: and they're protected by an army of Bat people. Let's be honest here, those are vampires and that is a coven.

Bart: absolutely! Hey, have you noticed like all of their high profile criminals have PHDs? Why are so many smart people unhinged in Gotham?

Conner: it's in the water man, my dad says it's toxic!

Bart: Gross! Glad I don't live there.

Conner: yeah Gotham is Trash

Bart: the literal worst

Conner: ...So Redbird, where are you from?

Tim: Gotham

Conner: Oh

Bart: Oh

Tim: yeah

Conner:

Bart:

Tim: it's pretty trash

[fyeahsonicthehedgehog]

[ftl-faster-than-life]

DC: We’ve made up a bunch of cities scattered across the U.S. for our heroes to come from. That way we can have cities that match the overall themes of our characters aesthetically! Marvel: Pff. We want our characters to feel grounded in reality. So our characters come from real world cities. Like New York. DC: Oh, that’s a really cool concept. What other cities? Marvel: Marvel: What do you mean, ‘other cities’?

[theflashjaygarrick]

I feel like Gotham and Metropolis would both get hate from the smaller DC cities.

[dcdreamblog]

I saw a picture from one of the All-Star Squadron’s first meetings, and I have to ask… why are so many heroes a “The”? Some, I get. Like the Flash or the Whip. But the Hawkman? The Hourman? What?

This one can basically be chalked up to the journalistic and aesthetic preferences of the time and is a really good object lesson in how we saw "Mystery Men" then vs how we see Superheroes now. Nowadays we treat superhero mantles as accepted titles. Many heroes, one way or the other, make their nom de guerres known to the public directly. Superman, Batman, Green Lantern. We call them these without the article because we are accepting, as a collective, that those are the names these people are to be called. In the olden days they weren't mantles, they were descriptives. When old newspapers called Carter Hall "The Hawkman" they weren't treating the title "Hawkman" as a standard name. They were saying "The guy who dresses up like a hawk. He is The Hawk-Man". They were novelties, named like pro wrestlers or sideshow attractions.

"Superman" is familiar language. He's Superman, that's who he is, the name is the description. We don't call him "The Superman" because we're not describing him as "The man who is Super".

Golden Age Mystery Men were, despite the admiration they collected, considered aberrations. Something to point at and gasp, sometimes for good, sometimes for ill. Superheroes, where they now operate, are considered normal. Standard. Part of the city's color and character.

The Flash is the exception, you'll find that these days a lot of people do call them "Flash" in standard conversation but the term "The Flash" has become traditional. The people of the twin cities are very protective of The Flash legacy so now that's how it's printed on everything,

(Photo my dad took before I was born on a firefighting convention trip to Central City. Note, the sign, in every iteration says "Home of THE Flash and that this sign if probably the most famous thing with his name on it)

And language is ultimately a description of the words people actually use so...