#doctor splicer

[duckapus]

Mutant Pokémon

The creations of the mad Doctor Splicer in the SMG Pokémon Anime Universe. The new Porygon evolutions technically aren't mutants but Splicer did program the items that cause said evolutions, so they're on the list. Also, the Porygon evos are officially in the Donanda Pokedex because those programs were written and made open source a few years ago, and so are Psyduck and Golduck because a bunch of specimens escaped into the wild at some point a long time ago and they integrated into the ecosystem well enough that they were mistaken for a newly discovered Regional Variant. The rest are only registered after the twerp squad encounter and defeat Splicer the first time (he escaped afterwards), and aren't considered native to any region.

(Note: Shinies are on the right. I'll add more drawings as I make them)

Porymod

The Virtual Pokémon Dark Abilities: Trace/Download/(Hidden)Mold Breaker Evolves from Porygon when exposed to a Suspicious Drive

Dotagon

The Viral Pokémon Dark Abilities: Corrupt(Normal-Type Moves become Dark-Type and their Power is slightly boosted)/Download/(Hidden)Mold Breaker Evolves from Porymod when exposed to a File Deleter

Ralts

The Altered Pokémon Poison/Dark Abilities: Power of Alchemy/Telepathy/(Hidden)Serene Grace

Kirlia

The Mutation Pokémon Poison/Dark Abilities: Power of Alchemy/Telepathy/(Hidden)Serene Grace Evolves from Mutant Ralts starting at level 20

Gardevoir

The Abomination Pokémon Poison/Dark Abilities: Power of Alchemy/Telepathy/(Hidden)Serene Grace Evolves from Mutant Kirlia starting at level 30

Gallade

The Vicious Pokémon Poison/Dragon Abilities: Touch Claws/Sharpness/(Hidden)Glittering Scales(The Pokémon's Dragon-Type moves are able to affect Fairy-Type Pokémon) Evolves from Male Mutant Kirlia when leveled up while holding a Grip Claw

Psyduck

The Fucking Snapped Pokémon Psychic/Electric Abilities: Magnetize (All Electric type moves are unable to miss when this Pokemon is on the field)/Anger Point

Golduck

The Fucking Snapped Pokémon Psychic/Electric Abilities: Magnetize/Electrokinesis(Electric-Type Moves also do Psychic-Type damage) Evolves from Mutant Psyduck starting at level 33

Meowth

The Cheshire Pokémon Ghost Abilities: Shadow Tag/Technician

Cheshpurr

The Cheshire Pokémon Ghost Abilities: Shadow Tag/Strong Jaw It is currently unknown how Mutant Meowth evolves

Swirlix

The Marshmelt Pokémon Fairy/Fire Abilities: Sweet Veil/Flame Body/(Hidden)Gooey

Slurpuff

The S'more Pokémon Fairy/Fire Abilities: Sweet Veil/Flame Body/(Hidden)Gooey Evolves from Mutant Swirlix when leveled up while inflicted with a Burn

Bounsweet

The Overripe Pokémon Poison Abilities: Liquid Ooze/Sweet Veil

Steenee

The Fermented Pokémon Poison Abilities: Liquid Ooze/Sweet Veil Evolves from Mutant Bounsweet starting at level 18

Tsareena

The Royal Spirit Pokémon Poison/Fairy Abilities: Liquid Ooze/Queenly Magesty Evolves from Mutant Steenee when leveled up while holding a Black Sludge

Ultrazard

The True Dragon Pokémon Dragon/Flying Ability: Inner Fire (The Pokémon functions as though it is a Fire-Type alongside its existing Types) Despite clearly being related to Charizard, this Pokémon is not known to evolve into or from any other Pokémon

Ultrazard actually isn't revealed during the initial Lab Raid, instead it's revealed during the League (which will happen after the Vacation Arc) where one of Jet's matches ends up being against Doctor Splicer in disguise, who after revealing himself traps himself and Jet on the battlefield using force fields and makes Jet battle the final evolutions of all his creations (except Gardevior, he has a Gallade who's apparently Ash's Gardevoir's brother) one after the other to try and prove that they're superior to normal Pokemon. Yes, that's a seven Pokemon team. Do you think a maniac like him gives a shit?

[brinaarcadia]

In BioShock 2, Jack has seemingly become a man of legend among the Splicers left in Rapture. Even Sofia Lamb looks upon him positively, seeing his lack of free will as a boon and inspiration for her to begin her Utopian Experiments. Simon Wales believes Jack to be a god, mentioning how he killed Andrew Ryan. In Siren Alley, paintings of Jack's activities in Rapture can be seen, with subjects such as the plane crash, Dr. Steinman, and Jack's wrist about to be injected with a Plasmid. In one of Frank Fontaine's Audio Diaries, set directly before the beginning of BioShock, he mentions "I've got a hell of a surprise for Andrew Ryan. Long time comin'. And right about now, I expect the prodigal son is bookin' his flight…"

[zeeplaguedoktor]

OC-Tober Day #10 Mini-Art! Bioshock

Better watch out for them splicers...

[generic-doomsday-villain]

FACE MY STYLEIFICATION BEAM!!!!!!!!

[syd-vixious]

you mentioned a while back making a yandere! atlas.. yes !!! i love the first 2 games so much and just watched a burial at sea atlas moments video.. hcs or oneshot, just any content with him would be so so cool! maybe the reader is similiar to jack's/elizabeth's position, someone hes supposed to guide but then gets a little too attached to

A/n: Hi anon! Thank you for the request and sorry it took so long! My life has been really hectic and all over the place recently. But I'll do my best to fulfill your request to the best of my ability! 🫡

P.S. I'm gonna try to make this as gender neutral as I can but it might lean more towards afab!reader due to some of the lines Atlas says to Elizabeth in the dlc. (It's been a minute so sorry if any of this feels rushed or incomplete)

Finders Keepers

You quickly entered the elevator, barely managing to escape the splicers and big daddies that seemed to be around every corner. Despite the predicament you were in, and how many wounds you didn't have enough medical supplies to patch up, you still made it to some kind of safety.

"I can't help Sally if I'm just like everyone else down here," you sighed, "I can't even get back to where I was.."

You leaned against the railing, exhausted to no end as you felt the elevator move to its destination. You groaned internally as you heard the crackle and scratch of the walkie on your hip awakening.

It was that bastard, Atlas.

"If you don't mind me askin', love: why you talkin' to nobody? If I had pegged you for a loon, I might've had second thoughts on our 'arrangement.'" He spoke with a tone that had you gritting your teeth.

You scoffed, "I'll hold up my end. But I better find the girl the way I left her."

"You're in no position to make demands. But I must confess, I do like a bit o' sass in a lass."

You rolled your eyes as you could hear the smirk on his face. Groaning in annoyance, you reloaded your revolver and crossbow. You have to be prepared for anything in this sick and twisted society.

You stepped out of the elevator, thinking you’d be prepared for anything until a pissed off Big Daddy came charging in your direction, not seeing much of a difference between you and some of the splicers that dwelled down here.

You began to run, trying to put as many obstacles between you and the giant creature as possible. You were successful for a while until you were trapped in an old bar, a couple buzzed up splicers clinging to the ceiling with their rusty hooks.

For a moment, you thought you might’ve lost the big guy, until a loud groan and a hard hit to the middle of your back sent you flying into the shelves of liquor. Glass shattered against your skin as they began to sink in and the world became darker around you…

*Time skip to two weeks later*

It felt like your head was buzzing. Your brain pounding in your skull as if it was being asked to be let out. Your body felt sore, the world around you slowly fading into existence as you slowly regained consciousness.

"Folks say it's only a matter of time until Atlas's entire mob comes out waving the white flag..." The announcer on the radio in front of you said before fading out into static.

You groaned from the sharp sound, brows pinching together from the pain in your head. You went to raise your hand to hold your head only to realise you were tied down on a chair.

Once your vision became clear, you could see the shadow of a man smoking a cigarette in front of you, a Rapture building crumbling to pieces just outside the window.

"Two weeks.." said the man.

"Huh.. w-what..?" You grunted.

"You've been down two weeks, love. Feckin' doctors, better off hiring monkeys if they're gonna harm what's mine in the same way." It took a moment before you realised Atlas stood in front of you.

You groaned, glaring at the back of the man's skull, "Our deal was to get you out of prison. What did you expect? To win your little civil war for you too?"

He chuckled, throwing his cigarette onto the ground, not needing to stomp on it due to the water leaking through the cracks in the ceiling.

"No, no, no," he turned around, slowly walking into the standing light that was shining in your face the whole time, "You see, that was the plan at first. To have you find my Ace in the Hole and bring Ryan down alongside the other pricks that dwell down here."

He slowly stalked towards you, resembling a hungry lion hunting its gazelle. "However, things change and unfortunately," he slammed his hands onto the arm rests your wrists were still tied to, causing you to jump in your seat, "you ain’t got a choice in the matter."

He stood up straight, circling you with a glint in his eye that you couldn't quite make out. "So now, lass, you belong to me."

You couldn't tell if the bumps on your skin were from the cold air or his words.

"Wait, what? The hell are you talking about? We had a fucking deal, Atlas!" You grunted, shifting uncomfortably in your seat.

He placed one hand on your thigh the other on your chin, his cigarette and alcohol-laced breath fanning your face, "I need you to get something through your pretty skull of yours, love. You will listen to me, you only belong to me. And if you don’t follow those simple, little rules…”

He takes a step back, grabbing one of the lobotomy tools on the table, “…I’ll take matters into my own hands.”

[thefirstknife]

This question just randomly popped up in my mind, do Ana Brays face markings mean anything? If they do, would you please tell me?

Also would you please, give some interesting facts about Ana Bray? Or any lore including the involvement of Ana Bray?

Thank you!

Nothing in particular on her face markings, as far as I'm aware. We know that she didn't have them before becoming a Guardian, which means she put them on at some point after being rezed.

Her comic (part 3) also further specifies by showing her without the markings during Twilight Gap:

But the next time we see her in the same comic, when she's hiding after faking her death, she has them:

Possibly something to help her hide her identity? She also changed her hair style in the meantime. But we don't really know if they have any additional meaning.

One of my favourite Ana Bray facts was the stuff she was doing before she became a Guardian. I love her talking about her profession:

You can lead a machine to language, but you can't make it think. Well, you can't. But I can. My name is Ana Bray. If you want to insult me, call me a neurolinguist.

Not that it isn't a fine and noble profession, but neurolinguistics is about encoding language. I'm a psycholinguist. I study how language can lead to independent thought.

People don't really see her as a scholar and I've even seen people saying she's not smart, but she is absolutely incredibly smart and educated. Her profession is what led her to teaching Rasputin everything she did, in an effort to teach him not just how to speak, but essentially how to feel and think independently by using language as a base.

These are some older lore tabs that were recently reinforced with some extra details in Season of the Seraph. It's a fascinating read into Ana's expertise and thinking and her work that I've rarely, if ever, seen people mention. I linked the first bit up there, the rest in order: 2, 3, 4 and 5. Favourite part:

Military history, he's been fed by the truckload. But then I started in with operas and symphonies. I don't want him just to think about things.

Humans don't communicate strictly through data. We also communicate through art, through expression. If Rasputin is to be the most effective communications device in the Sol system, I want him to feel things.

Ana was incredible as a scientist and once you know how smart and innovative she is, you can kinda see why she always wanted to return to that passion and learn more about her pre-Guardian life. She even says it in the same comic I linked above:

At Twilight Gap, that Fallen gave me the opening I needed to let the world believe Guardian Ana Bray was dead, so that Doctor Anastasia Bray could finally do what needed to be done.

Another interesting and peculiar less known fact is that Ana was very likely a member of the Future War Cult. I kept seeing that being said, but couldn't figure out where it came from so I went to do a little research. Now for start, Future War Cult wasn't all just bad stuff we remember from Splicer; they were founded by Maya Sundaresh herself and have long lasting ties to Golden Age science and experiments. It might be that Ana joined or cooperated with FWC with that connection to the Golden Age in mind; Ana always knew who she used to be and always wanted to learn more about it. FWC could've been an early attempt to find out.

Back in Destiny 1, there was a mission that had Lakshmi sending you to Twilight Gap as part of the quest to get the exotic No Time To Explain. The quest involved a lot of different missions and included artifacts from Praedyth and Pujari, but also Ana Bray; they were artifacts manipulated by the Vex and time, with links to death. The artifact found at Twilight Gap was Ana's bracelet:

Upon returning to Lakshmi with it, she says:

Interesting! She is not only familiar with this, but she also says that the FWC inner circle will be grateful that the artifact has been "returned," sort of implying that it has been there before, with Ana. I wouldn't say it conclusively proves that Ana was a member, as the FWC may have been interested in the artifact purely for research purposes; the quest itself delves into researching artifacts that were pulled from time; Ana's bracelet may have been pulled because of the connection to No Time To Explain and Elsie. It's an interesting quest, if anyone wants to see it in its entirety, link to the only full playlist I could find is here.

Either way, it's a neat little tidbit from the past. I can definitely see Ana exploring FWC for potential links to not just her personal past, but also for the Golden Age in general.

[darknessawaits28]

Escape From Rapture {Bioshock Series} Part 3 [Final]

Hello my lovies! Hope you are having a wonderful holiday! I wanted to give yall another different story that was requested. It will be based on the Bioshock universe with a little bit of a twist. Here is Part 3, the finale. Thank you lovies for being patient, and so sorry for taking so long in releasing this last part. Hopefully you enjoy my lovies! Thank you all for your love and support! Stay awesome! :3 :3

The storyline was provided by @tim-ribbert-56, make sure to give them a follow! :3

Storyline:

So I got an interesting multi part story in the bioshock universe set two years before the events of the first bioshock

So set in 1958, the multi part story focuses on a woman called Susan who's been hiding ever sense raptured had fallen its been difficult for her especially trying to avoid splicers she hides in the luxury swimming area where she's been using it has a sort of make shift hide out

One day, she comes across a plasmid that she has never even heard of before the shrink plasmid it allows the user to shrink at will to any size they choose from the size of a doll to the size of a child or mouse. She's a little unsure if she wants to use it as she knows the effect plasmids have on humans, but she hasn't had her food supply, which has been low, and she's very hungry has her stomach growls so reluctantly she jabs the plasmid into herself as her body feels strange at first nothing happens but then she begins to shrink in a spurts as her swimsuit feels until she's the size of a doll buried under her swimsuit

She's amazed that the plasmid even worked and eats the now large food around her she tests to see if she can be returned to normal size, which works but the process takes time as she's now the size of a little sister still she's happy with the results

Over the next few days, she uses her shrinking abilities to her heart content as she uses it to sleep on a large pillow, wear children's clothes, and grow back if she ever has back pain however she notices she's been having nose bleeds which starts to worry her so when she reads the label sayings "warning this product has not been tested yet" which horrifies her as she just realised she inadvertently poisoned herself the label reads "Made by Dr Carol" she then heads off to find this Dr Carol and hopefully find a cure however things will gey very scary and complicated for her

Part 3: The Final Stretch: Where the Sea Meets the Sky

Walking through Rapture was a nightmare, having to go through countless splicers, lunatics, doctors, and the occasional camera system that always seemed to know when you were walking by. 

“Argh…..I feel so…strange” Susan groaned as she gripped the wall that was beside her, feeling her body ache all over. “What the fuck is going on with me?”

“Heya girly, ya got any Adam for me” A male splicer laughed as he appeared out of nowhere, readying his pistol.

“Shit!” Susan gasped as she heard the splicer and was about to turn around when her body quickly shrunk to the size of a pea.

“What the hell?” The male splicer gasped, looking around on the ground to see where she had gone. “Where did ya go girly?!” “What ya too scared to face me?!” 

Susan glanced down at her small form, finding it incredible that this plasmid could work so quickly when it seemed like it wasn’t working before, or working gradually. Within seconds, she rushed out of there as fast as she could, heading inside the ladies room of one of the ball room areas. 

“Okay, come on, grow” she spoke out loud, waving her hands, trying to see if that would work. “Oh come on, don’t do this to me” she growled, waving her hands again and saw that it didn’t work. “Shit!” she sighed in anguish, trying to figure out a way to survive like this for the meantime. “I guess I better head for the….” she groaned slightly, feeling that headache returning but with more force. “Ah” she gasped, touching her nose, and realizing that she was bleeding. “What….argh…” she groaned, completely passing out on the floor. 

When she came too, she gripped her head, noticing that the massive headache that she had before had disappeared strangely; and she also realized that she had grown back to her normal size, only she thought she did. “Oh thank god, I’m back” she chuckled, carefully standing up on her two feet but gasping when she realized how tall she was. “What the hell?” “Why I am the size of a fucking little girl?!” "She shouted angrily, causing a group of splicers outside the bathroom to become aware of the commotion. 

“Helloooo” A woman splicer calmly called, making sure to have her pistol drawn. 

“Shit” Susan gasped as she hid in the corner, quickly grabbing her shotgun, preparing herself for a fight.

“Francine, big boy is here, we gotta go!” A male splicer shouted to Francine. 

“Fine!” Francine growled, quickly running away.

“Phew” Susan breathed a sigh of relief, glad that she wasn’t going to need to fight her way out of this. Although, as she exited out of the bathroom, she ran into a big daddy, her heart sinking within her chest. “Crap.”

The big brute groaned slightly, glancing down at Susan, finding it odd that this little girl was roaming about without a protector.

“Hey big guy….uhh I’m just going to scoot past you….and uh-”

The big daddy softly groaned as he grabbed onto Susan gently, softly putting him onto his back. 

“Wait, wait!” Susan gasped as she was picked up by him and placed onto his back. “Huh?” 

The big daddy softly groaned again as he turned around to head out of the bathroom, beginning to roam around the halls. 

“Argh…” Susan groaned as she touched her nose, glancing down at her fingers to see blood yet again. “What the hell is wrong with me?” She coughed, her hand shaking as she reached into her pouch to grab the plasmid bottle and scanned it for anything useful.

“Look at this piece of crap!” “He’s carrying a little sister, get him!” Other brave splicers yelled, charging towards him to get to the ‘supposed’ little sister on his back.

“Shit!” Susan shouted as she put the bottle away in her pouch and held onto the big daddy, hoping that he could protect her. 

The big daddy roared in anger, its helmet changing to a bright red color in anger as it swung its drill in the splicers direction. 

“Come on!” The male splicer shouted as he hit the big daddy with his pistol but got instantly shoved back. 

“Ah!” Susan screamed when she nearly got hit by one of the female splicers that was trying to nab her.

The big daddy roared again in anger, using his drill to jam inside of the female splicer's rib cage and began to drill her into pieces. 

“This piece of crap is too strong, retreat!” The remaining splicers waved to their other companions and quickly made a hasty retreat. 

The big daddy groaned in pain as he grabbed Susan from his back and placed her down gently on the ground, making sure that she was okay.

“Listen big guy…I-I’m not a little sister…I just have a shrinking problem and….” She instantly went quiet when she saw him point towards the area where the only functioning bathysphere was, behind the broken rubble and in the water. “Oh” she smiled softly, glancing up at him when he patted her head.

The big daddy groaned back at her, slowly walking away to find another little sister where he could protect. 

“Thank you!” She waved to him, wincing violently when her body began to ache, as she grew smaller within a second and then back to her full size. “I don’t think this plasmid is working correctly…I think I’m going to need to see-” she quickly grabbed the plasmid bottle from her pack and glanced at it again, seeing that it was manufactured by Dr. Carol. 

“Where the hell is she located?!” Susan grumbled in frustration, wishing that she could simply escape and live her life happily on the surface. “Blah, blah, blah, the fabulous Dr. Carol, blah, blah….located in the….Sultry Distract….oh you’ve got to be kidding me” she sighed deeply, readying herself to head to the one district that she wanted to avoid with all the hookers and….strange dealings. “Here we go” was the last thing she said as she entered the elevator. 

Within minutes, she arrived at the district, already being blinded by the half naked pictures of women on the posters and the bright lights that signaled where anyone could come and have some fun. “Now where is…ah there’s the sign” She smiled, seeing in the distance the bright red arrow that said ‘Want a bigger genital, come see Dr. Carol.’ 

“Of course she would work on that type of growing and shrinking plasmid” she chuckled to herself, continuing forward until she reached her little workshop. 

Slowly but surely, the two doors slid open, allowing her to enter. The workshop was of course trashed, no doubt by splicers who were looking for more adam, but hopefully Dr. Carol was alright so that she could help her understand or cure her of this problem she was having with the shrinking plasmid.

“Hello?” Susan called out, hopefully to grasp the location of the doctor.

“Who is it?” An unfamiliar voice called back.

“Hi, my name is Susan, I’m looking for Dr. Carol to help me find a cure for this shrinking plasmid I took.”

“And why should I help you?” the voice grew dark. 

“Uh…I…I just want to get to the surface, but I can’t go up there with this problem.”

Without warning, a shriveled and deformed hand reached from around the doorway in front of her, causing Susan to step back slightly. “A-Are you Dr. Carol?”

“Yes!” Dr. Carol grumbled in anger, stepping out from around the doorway, half of her face completely being covered by an enormous growth, while the rest of her body was either deformed, shriveled, or covered in blood. 

“Can you help me….please.”

“I don’t help anyone anymore, they’re vicious dogs, the lot of them” she sighed as she cupped her growth in pain.

“Yes, but I am not like them, I promise you” Susan tried to reassure her, gently approaching her as to not startle or cause any problems with her. 

Dr. Carol glanced over at the girl trying to entice her to help her with the condition she claims she was having. “What is the problem?”

“I used your shrinking potion, my nose bleeds every so often, and I grow and shrink randomly.” 

“Hmmm, your genetic code doesn’t want to comply with my dosage” she chuckled, beginning to limp down the stairs to her lab. “Follow.”

Within an instant, Susan quickly rushed after her, entering her enormous, surprisingly not trashed, lab. “Wow, your lab looks beautiful.”

“Thank you, I try to keep it protected from those bastards out there” Dr. Carol sighed as she patted the lab table in front of her. “Sit.”

Complying, Susan jumped up onto the lab table and set her pouch beside her, close enough to reach for it in case Dr. Carol decides to do something. 

“Andrew Ryan screwed up this city.” “He dreamed big, wanting to give its citizens freedom that the surface would never give.” “But that dream ended in chaos.” “We humans are animals and will always be animals” Dr. Carol growled, grabbing a syringe and jabbing it inside a purple plasmid bottle, sucking up the contents of it. 

“Yeah, this is why I want to leave, I can’t be here anymore, it's too dangerous.” 

“And how will you get out my dear, there are no functioning bathyspheres left in this part of the city” Dr. Carol raised a brow as she pulled the syringe out of the top of the empty purple plasmid bottle and turned around to face Susan; lifting up her sleeve to find a perfect place to inject her. 

“There is one, it's just above, but of course covered in rubble, I just need this shrinking potion to work correctly so I don’t get crushed or hurt when I’m going through.”

“Really?” She questioned curiously, jabbing her in her arm, injecting the purple liquid within her. “That should stabilize the plasmid for you my dear, no more nosebleeds or random growing and shrinking.”

“Ah, thank you Dr. Carol” Susan sighed in relief, pulling her sleeve down and grabbing her things. “Dr. Carol, you….seemed kind of interested in the bathysphere, do…do you wish to join me?” 

Dr. Carol let out a tired chuckle, turning around to face Susan with a gun, “No my dear.”

“Shit” Susan tried to reach for her pouch but Dr. Carol shook her head. 

“I am not interested in going to the surface, I was waiting for someone competent enough to finish the job.”

“What job?” Susan questioned in curiosity.

“To kill me” Dr. Carol sighed as she placed the gun in Susan’s hands.

“What..but…why?”

“There is no cure for me my dear, I was bound to die eventually, but I don’t want to die in pain.” “Please, this is my last dying wish, end it for me.”

“B-But” Susan gasped as she checked to see if the gun was loaded and felt tears overflowing her eyes.

“Just promise me that you won’t forget the people down here, the good, hearted, innocent people here.” “The ones that gave their lives to save their families from the bastard lion that is Andrew Ryan.”

“I promise” Susan spoke as she pointed the gun to her head and shot it, a loud bang echoing along the walls, while a splash of blood hit her face. “Rest easy Dr. Carol, and thank you…for helping me” She sniffled, setting the gun down on the lab table, cleaned the blood from her face and then exited the lab.

Within the hour, she had reached beyond the rubble that led to the bathysphere, to her freedom. “Ah, thank you” she breathed happily within the big daddy suit, quickly stepping inside and taking off the gear. Pulling the lever, the glass door closed, beginning its ascend to the surface. “Hmmm, hmmm, hmmm” Susan began to hum, staring out outside as she saw the remaining parts of the city, some brightly lit and some crumbling into the depths. She had no idea why her family had decided to raise her within this dreaded city, but she was glad that she was able to finally leave and live her life happily on the surface. 

Soon enough, the bathysphere reached the surface, floating gently. With that, Susan pushed the glass door open, using her hand to cover her eyes from the blinding light of the sun. “Now how the hell am I going to get to land?” She questioned, until a passing boat noticed the floating craft and decided to help. “Ma’am, do you need assistance?” The older man questioned. “Yes please” Susan smiled as she jumped on his boat gently and pulled all her belongings from the bathysphere. And with that, she was free, free from Rapture, free from Andrew Ryan, free from the splicers, and…able to live her life in peace, hoping that no one else has to...go through the same trauma she had gone through.

“You know...when Mum and Dad put me on that plane to visit my cousins in England, they told me, 'Son, you're special, you were born to do great things.' You know what? They were right....".

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What is the greatest lie every created? What is the most vicious obscenity ever perpetrated on mankind? Slavery? The Holocaust? Dictatorship? No. It's the tool with which all that wickedness is built: altruism. Whenever anyone wants others to do their work, they call upon their altruism. Never mind your own needs, they say, think of the needs of... of whoever. The state. The poor. Of the army, of the king, of God! The list goes on and on. How many catastrophes were launched with the words "think of yourself"? It's the "king and country" crowd who light the torch of destruction. It is this great inversion, this ancient lie, which has chained humanity to an endless cycle of guilt and failure. My journey to Rapture was my second exodus. In 1919, I fled a country that had traded in despotism for insanity. The Marxist revolution simply traded one lie for another. Instead of one man, the tsar, owning the work of all the people, *all* the people owned the work of all of the people. So, I came to America: where a man could own his own work, where a man could benefit from the brilliance of his own mind, the strength of his own muscles, the *might* of his own will. I had thought I had left the parasites of Moscow behind me. I had thought I had left the Marxist altruists to their collective farms and their five-year plans. But as the German fools threw themselves on Hitler's sword "for the good of the Reich", the Americans drank deeper and deeper of the Bolshevik poison, spoon-fed to them by Roosevelt and his New Dealists. And so, I asked myself: in what country was there a place for men like me - men who refused to say "yes" to the parasites and the doubters, men who believed that work was sacred and property rights inviolate. And then one day, the happy answer came to me, my friends: there was *no* country for people like me! And *that* was the moment I decided... to build one: Andrew Ryan

[yanderes-galore]

Fandom: BioShock (infinite I guess? Idk some time during Atlas was around)

Character: Atlas, Irish twat

Pairing: Romantic for Atlas, altho darling would theoretically not like them.

Type of Fic: a short. Plot being, darling tries to escape Atlas again (who wouldn't the dude is nuts) and he cements his craziness by giving her a lobotomy (like in the game) as punishment. Whether he finishes the surgery or not is up to you, all I know is that you can theoretically survive a lobotomy. Or not, idk I ain't a doctor

I'd love to! I watched the cutscenes with Atlas in them for Infinite and I'd love to write something similar to that!

I had to do lobotomy research for this fic-

Change In Mindset

Yandere! Atlas Short

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Manipulation, Failed escape attempt, Kidnapping, Lobotomy attempt/Punishment, Forced relationship, Sadism, Violence, Torture mention, Murder, Sexism if you squint ig, Blood, I kept the Lobotomy scene vague and not detailed because I hate the idea of it and I was cringing the entire time, Put the image under the read more as it could be a triggering gif.

Traversing Rapture alone was a dangerous feat. Splicers roamed everywhere and actively hunted each other down. Rapture was a collapsing city consumed with conflict.

To you, the idea of hiding from Splicers like some street rat in a sunken city was better than going back to Atlas.

Ah, Atlas... a revolutionary leader against Andrew Ryan's tyranny. In reality, the two weren't all that different. If anything you found Atlas a bit more sadistic and cruel than Ryan.

Atlas was also your lover. You wish you could say he wasn't... but he was never too keen on the idea of letting you go. You had become an item with him on a whim, he's charismatic and has such a way with convincing people.

When you got closer to him you realized the truth of who Atlas was. He wasn't a charming leader, it was an act. He's cruel, manipulative, and willing to kill and torture to get what he wants.

That very same Atlas tried to be sickeningly sweet with you. He called you his girl, his doll, his lovely lady.... The very same mouth that hurled insults and threats towards others... kissed you with passion and complimented you.

He's a charming monster. One who metaphorically chained you to him to keep you as his. You had no doubts he killed and tortured for you... just so he can keep his claws in your flesh.

There was a certain point you couldn't handle being beside him anymore. His kisses and hold were always too rough. He made you do what he wanted, regardless on how you felt.

That look in his eyes screamed possessive. He always looked at you with hunger as he held you. He scared you... sometimes you feared he'd kill you.

You escaped... you ran the moment you sensed danger within the man who claimed to love you. The Splicers were not much better but with some stealth you could probably survive, right? In all honesty... you had no idea where you were going to go after this.

Escaping Atlas was simply a dream. Ever since his whole crew had been sunk by Ryan, you have been stuck here. It's like you were in a cage, really.

He'd find you at some point... there was no doubt he was looking for you now. You knew he'd never let you go willingly. In fact, many of his thugs swarmed this area.

You felt like everyone was your enemy. Think of your situation, a young women lost in a city that's falling apart. Her lover being a cruel tyrant for "the people"....

Being caught was inevitable. You could only run for so long. As much as you wanted to ignore the truth, the truth would slam back into your face.

Just like the wrench that collided with the back of your head.

...

By the time you're able to regain your bearings, you're strapped to a chair in a familiar room. The lights blind you and your head throbs painfully like a rhythmic drum

This looks a lot like... the room you and Atlas would frequently stay in? You can't think much without the back of your head ringing in pain. You shake in your restraints, trying to pull them off.

Only to stop when the shape of a hand grips your chin.

"Don't move, doll, it'll only make it all hurt a lot worse."

The tyrant rears his deceptively charming head.

"Atlas...."

"Now where were you running off to, little lady? Needed some fresh air? You know it's dangerous without me around...."

You stay silent, what were you thinking....

"It hurts, really. To think you'd run away from the one I thought you held so dear. Luckily I had one of my men carry you in..." Atlas then leans forward, grinning. "Of course, he hit you rather hard, so I had to correct that by slitting his throat. You aren't getting off easy either, love."

"You really are going to kill me, aren't you-"

"Kill you? I could never. I love you too much for that..." Atlas leans forward to kiss your lips teasingly before pulling away. "I would never kill my doll... however, a man has to correct his lady's behavior, right?"

Your heart drops to you stomach when Atlas turns away only to come back with two tools. A metal spike, and a mallet. Your eyes shakily trail from the tools to his disappointed face.

"I thought you'd be a good girl and listen to me. I guess not... which is where these come in. Normally a doctor would do this but I'd rather do it on you myself, my love."

He pushes your head back and aims the pointed tool near your eye socket. You shake and tell him 'no'. He doesn't listen.

"This is a lobotomy, my dear." Atlas hums, pushing the tool closer.

"You could say it will correct your behavior. I always felt you've been a bit too rebellious for my liking."

You feel the tool starting to prod its way into your skull. Atlas grabs the mallet and grins while blood flows down from your eye.

"How about we change your mindset, love? I promise to be gentle...."

You scream for him to stop... he ignores you and taps the mallet on the tool lodged in your skull.

----

You felt like you lost a part of yourself after Atlas took you in. In fact, you literally did. Atlas had removed a part of your brain. Some memories from your past were replaced with what felt like blank holes.

Your emotions... were nearly non-existent. Apathy was all you ever felt. Actually... you felt quite hollow.

Atlas didn't seem too upset about it. In fact, he felt it was deserved. Running away deserved punishment... now you wouldn't run away. Now you had to stay by him.

Atlas still kissed you and said he loved you. Even though he mutilated your mind beyond repair, he simply used it to his advantage. Now you were just like he had wanted you.

You were like a doll that listened to his every word. You never showed much emotion afterwards. That only allowed Atlas more control, which kept him happy.

"It's such a shame I had to change you like this, doll...." Atlas murmurs, kissing you once again while holding your cheek. "But if I'm being honest... I like that you no longer fight me with anything now."

He pulls you closer, combing his hands down your back.

"Now you won't run... you won't even rebel..."

Atlas holds your chin upwards and meets your distant gaze.

"You can just be my girl... with none of the added fuss, right, love?"

He kisses you once again, but you don't react.

[hanasnx]

user hanasnx, do u have any fave eps of batman beyond?

-🍃

yes!

season 1

disappearing inque: inque and terry kiss and i ship them

season 2

splicers: humans with physical animal traits hit hard

hooked up: something about the living life inside a bubble thing really fascinated me

the last resort: we see terry have a tender moment with chelsea and confront a problem as terry mcginnis as well as batman

april moon: loved this one. hot gf cheats on old man doctor with bad guys and the doctor does some fucked up shit to those bad guys

season 3

out of the past: young bruce deals with being incapable and then learns the way to get it is not what he wants and he has to deal with it instead. move on, and accept that it's in the past. loved the villain too

unmasked: terry unmasking for a scared little boy who does his best to protect him :) gotta love it

[candyredmusings]

Bioshock Splicer Starters (Part 2)

Assortment of dialogue taken from the a from two types of Splicers in the first Bioshock game; Dr. Grossman and Lady Smith

Other Bioshock Splicer starters: [Baby Jane & Breadwinner] TBA [Pigskin & Rosebud] [Toasty & Waders]

Dr. Grossman

"No handouts!"

"No, it ENDS WITH YOU!"

"Look at you! Filthy!"

"You keep away from my patients!"

"STOP. FOLLOWING ME!"

"You're crawling with disease!"

"You question my judgement?!"

"I'm the goddamn doctor!"

"Diseased! You're diseased!"

"You're crawling! You're sick!"

"You die here and now, parasite!"

"This is our place. Ours!"

"I'm a doctor."

"Answer the door!"

"Well, he won't get any better that way."

"Fine! I'll just let 'im bleed."

"I'm- I'm covered in his filth! DISGUSTING!"

"Nurse, clean this place up. Let's call it a day. I'm disgusted."

"I've got patients to see, no time for distractions!"

"Not now!"

"That's good genes for you!"

"Amazing… He's dead… And, yet, no girls."

"Well, well, well. This is quite incredible."

"Looks… familiar."

"Oh, god damn it! Someone get the nurse!"

"Well, this could be a little more hygienic."

"I- I try to help, but- sometimes I- I make mistakes… I try to help! But sometimes I- I make mistakes."

"Oh, I like it here. None of that regulation stuff. Always slows things down."

"A doctor has to touch so many filthy things. It's… disgusting!"

"Can't somebody clean this place up? Scrub it down! It's crawling, crawling!"

"I hate the babies, the most. They come out covered in death."

"I push when I should pull. A- a man's entitled to a few mistakes."

"The patients ask so many questions. Sometimes, I like to make up the answers."

"The men all complain about their virility. Well, I can make them soft and sometimes I do.

"Sometimes I forget which pills are which, I go by color."

"The nurses don't like me… they're judgmental."

"There's semen on everything! 'EVERYTHING!"

"It's unsanitary in here, filthy! Come, let me take care of you."

"Don't worry… I'm a professional."

"I won't hurt you. I just want to see what's inside."

"I swore an oath to do no harm, and I… mostly meant it."

"I don't want to hurt you, but sometimes I have to."

"Goddamnit, I needed them to be alive for just a while longer."

"Typical behavior for someone with your condition!"

"It's a standard procedure!"

"I am trying to think here!"

"Oh friend, you've tangled with the wrong people."

Lady Smith

"Go away, I'm tired."

"Darling, is that you?"

"Nothing… just some vandals, I suppose."

"Darling! Come and fix this, it's stuck!"

"My dear elite, no, distinguished friends. I've finally found the answer we've all been looking for!"

"Too introverted for anyone to notice."

"I suppose I could use this. I-I-I might need it, one day, I-"

"Oh, he'll love this. Just adore it!"

"Darling, we need more of these for the show."

"The finest? [Snort] The finest, hardly! Hardly at all."

"We've got to have standards, even in troubled times."

"They always arrive with out-stretched hands. They're a tuneful people, I'll grant you, but so lazy."

"Go on, then! Take your whore and go! But I'm keeping everything, EVERYTHING!"

"Bring a picnic lunch and we'll make a day of it. I just adore the summer time."

"You call that tenderloin? If you serve that in any respectable hotel in New York, they'd laugh you out of town."

"They talk talk talk, but in the end they've got nothing to offer society. Just more mouths to feed."

"She didn't fit in, anyway. I don't care where she's gone."

"Give- me- my- stuff!"

"Don't you disrespect me!"

"You're worthless! You're nothing!"

"How dare you touch me!"

"Watch where you're going, moron!"

"I'll teach you your place!"

"We have rules here!"

"You won't be making any more trouble!"

"Mind your blasted manners!"

"Give those back to me you horrid person!"

"I know what your type is looking for, and you won't get it!"

"You think you can just take what you want? This isn't the jungle!"

"There's proper folk, here. You don't fit in."

"Your kind isn't welcome here."

"I'll send the boy out to give you a good thrashing."

"You'll regret coming here… mark my words."

"It's always the same with you parasites, looking for a hand out."

"Darling, the medicine! I need it now!"

"I'm bleeding! BLEEDING!"

"See what you did to me?! See what you did!"

"I can taste you, and it's disgusting…"

[all-lars-bars]

Notes for Submas in Rapture so I can empty my brain

Ingo and Emmet with their passion for trains went down to Rapture with their employer Prentice Mill. They both helped blueprint, engineer, and manage the Atlantic Express trains and railways.

When the Express was sold off, the twins went with it, and despite their attempts at contacting their now former employer to convince him otherwise, they never hear from Mill again.

Around the same time Johnny Topside was hoppin around Rapture, the twins, namely Ingo are put under some scrutiny and allegations, I don't really know what but something bad enough that Ingo got sent to Persephone. Because someone's gotta suffer, right.

Anyway, in his brother's absence, Emmet does his damndest to keep the Atlantic Express running in spite of all the splicers and the literal Civil War going on. But eventually he's chased away

Maybe he joins Atlas's revolution bc hey, what does he have to lose at this point, but eh, it doesn't sit right with me. Then again, that could be how Emmet feels about it too. It just generally doesn't settle well with him, but if there's a way to stick it to Andrew Ryam he'll take it.

Back to Ingo, I imagine he meets a similar fate to Topside, Plasmid Test Dummy turned Alpha Series and bonded to a single Little Sister

And that Little Sister is Akari in my mind. I've said it before and I'll say it again: I am a sucker for Pokemon Legends Arceus. And also a sucker for Uncle/Papa Ingo dynamics

I have this scene in my mind where Ingo and Akari are out harvesting ADAM when Emmet sees them and watches them for a bit before realizing this Big Daddy has his brother's mannerisms. It even sounds like a train instead of a whale like the rest (which is also 'cause Ingo's too loud for the BD voicebox so he fucked that up).

Anyways, Emmet immediately makes an assumption and tries to go to Ingo. However, he's still a Big Daddy, one bonded to this little girl.

In my mind, Akari is a special case as a Little Sis, as she's full of curiousity which in the ADAM tainted state of mind means she doesn't see a threat until it hits her and Ingo doesn't hurt anything unless Akari tells him to. Neither of them like it when people get too close though, even if they don't see it as a threat

That is to say Emmet gets pretty damn close before he's pulled away by some of his braver allies. All the while begging for his brother.

Neither Akari or Ingo really hear him, not in their states of mind. But they can see his emotion.

"Who was that, Papa?" Ingo lets out a low whistle. "He looked lonely." Another, higher whistle in agreement. "Maybe the next time we see him, we should say hi! I think he'd like that!" He sighs so softly.

I'd like that too

Back to the storyline, I like to think that Ingo and Akari find Jack after he fell through the vents in an escape from Fontaine, helping Tenenbaum and the other little girls bring him to the Sanctuary

Ingo, seeing all the little girls just being little girls has a moment of clarity, some light through the fog of his mind.

He doesn't want Akari to spend the rest of her life in Rapture.

So he leaves her with Tenenbaum and leaves, both the cure and separation causing him to go into a coma.

The last thing he gives Akari is a hat they had found on their travels that she had him try on. It's a bit big on her head, but she'll grow into it.

Then his little girl is cured and rescued.

Until more little girls go missing around the world and Tenenbaum goes back down to rapture.

Over the eight years of surface life, Akari has been raised by her Uncle Jack and Aunt Brigid, always remembering her dear Papa. She shows interest in the scientific field, so when she's old enough she begins working as an apprentice under her Aunt, learning everything the good doctor does and doesn't teach her

Thanks to her "pursuit of science" mindset she can handle large amounts of grotesque scenery and gore. She has even thought about specializing in Forensic Sciences when she gets the chance

Back to the return, although Tenenbaum insists Akari stays behind, the young girl manages to sneak onto the submersible and didn't get caught until they both had to flee from Splicers

After some reprimanding, Akari stayed with Tenenbaum and their rescued little sisters until Eleanor and Delta come along

Watching her Aunt bring an Alpha Series back to life, it gave the girl hope for her dad

So through more mischief and stubborness, she ends up tagging along with Delta and Sinclair (she calls him Gus, much to his disdain) to head to Persephone. Or in her case, simply to Fontaine Futuristics. If there's anywhere a comatose Alpha Series could be, it's there

At some point, they find Emmet, tug him along, ya know. 'Course, Akari hasn't told him who she is, but she doesn't think that's the best thing to share at the moment

Soon enough they get abducted by Lamb, escape, rescue Ingo and Gus, get outta Rapture via lifeboat and dozens of children, and all live happy on the surface

[sleepingdeath-light]

relationship hcs ; julie langford

requested by ; anonymous (20/05/23)

fandom(s) ; bioshock

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; julie langford

outline ; “Thank you for adding Bioshock to your fandoms!! Could I please request relationship hcs for Julie Langford with an assistant!reader (if you could include details from both before and after the fall of Rapture that would be amazing!). And also general smut hcs please? (I'm over 18). I love her so much 🥹”

note ; haven’t written for this fandom so this might have some shaky characterisation

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

you first met when you were referred to her as an assistant due to your skills in botany and clear passion for the sciences — all of which made you a very appealing candidate for rapture, even if your economic background didn’t immediately match with most of the doctor’s peers

initially she just had you doing odd jobs around arcadia and her lab — moving and organising paperwork, setting up meetings, ordering raw materials for delivery, and fetching equipment for her between stations — but eventually, as the two of you spent more and more time together, you started to actually bond

started to talk about more than just work and science, joking around and making sure each other are safe, ranting about the limitations put on you, and even briefly mentioning things about your past before you came to rapture

beginning to actually like each other as people and, as a result, starting to work together much better as a team and produce better results for ryan — which was a double edged sword as those results ended up leading to arcadia and the oxygen produced becoming privatised

and you were the only person she could honestly complain about it to without the fear of repercussions or punishment, which led to you becoming even closer

closer and closer until you’re more than just friends but neither of you care to put a label on what you are beyond that — conveying your feelings through shared looks and late nights spent dancing through arcadia and quiet conversations and early mornings spent laughing and working and being that ‘something more’ together

she even makes a point to plant your favourite flowers around the arcadia gardens so that you always feel at home — able to name each and every flower off by heart without any prompting from you (even if she passes it off as common knowledge when you ask — when both of you know that’s not true)

but you don’t ever say the words — not when she kisses you on the cheek when you leave the lab for the night, not when you’re alone in the gardens and you can’t help but notice how beautiful she looks when she smiles, not when you’re laying in bed together after a night of passion and you’re carefully taking her glasses off and placing them on her nightstand, and not even when rapture starts to fall

neither of you ever say ‘i love you’ but you both show it — you’re both protective, both honest, both open, both reassuring

and after rapture finally falls, you show it even more distinctly and fiercely than before

you help her travel back to her office near arcadia and help her procure adam for her lazarus project — sharing in her passion and enthusiasm throughout it all

she protects you from splicers and actively destroys or trades samples of adam to keep you safe if she feels you’re being hunted by saturnine

she touches you much more gently every time she leaves your sight, kissing your forehead and promising that this time she’ll make the final breakthrough and then you can go back to the life you’d managed to scrape together as a ‘not-quite-couple’ couple

and when she’s finally killed by ryan, suffocated on toxic gas, she makes sure that the people that found her are able to pass on letter to you that she’d kept in her safe for all of those years — a way out of rapture, enough money to keep you floating once you’re free, and those three words that she’d never said and never needed to say along with something else

‘live for me’

[brinaarcadia]

LAMB IS WATCHING

[mewintheflesh-2]

ANOTHER AU.

Welcome to the Spliced AU!! This time this one is not derivative of DTDF (shocker). I still will not be using “canon” Fuse for this though. This time we get a glimpse at good ol’ Dr. Orion, but not the one who did the heinous crimes in his past.

Hold on actually let me explain/lay out all of the Fuse’s

DTDF Fuse! Aka Fuchsia Orion. A classic. Your lovely murderous god-fused doctor!

Dr. Orion! DTDF Fuse but he stopped being the shittiest person alive and is constantly haunted by what he’s done. If he could do anything to reverse what he’s done, he would.

Swap!Fuse! Dr. Fuse, but his personality is swapped with Moro aka Ice Type Mikey. Was heavily abused/tortured by old colleagues for the sake of research. Has some mismatched limbs :)

Splintered Fuse! DTDF Fuse in hell forever and ever <333333

“Canon” Fuse. Dead.

In the Spliced AU, we see a Dr. Orion who is genuinely just trying to research Pokémon fusions in a healthy way and not trying to kill anyone/hasn’t killed anyone in his life. His personality is a mixture of the original Dr. Orion and Swap!Fuse. ANYWAYS!!!!

The AU!!!! Dr. Orion gets a little too curious about experimenting on himself, and wonders what would happen if he used a DNA splicer on himself despite him never experimenting with humans before. Lo and behold, this splits him into two different people, with two different physical bodies. One is a more manic, peppy Orion, the other is a more mellow, yet brooding Orion. I think he could be spliced into more people, but for now I want to keep it at 2.

This was very much inspired by the UT fansong Dr. Gaster a teehee :3c

Not sure what/how much I’ll do with this AU but I just wanted to throw the idea out there :)

[agendergorgon]

Loving the reblog thoughts, always a hoot to see Blastweave ideas on stuff! The splicer thing specifically always tickles me cos I think the idea is that it took till Beyond to have it like, halfway commercially viable and predictable formulae after decades of any significantly skilled and power mad zoologist deciding to seize the power of anthro. If I ever get around to a fic for Batman or something I want to have a Man-bat/Orca feud academically where both are criticising the other's method of splicing. (Both aren't fans of the werewolf lad or the werecat mad doctor from BTAS but only cos of their research methods)

Also I know its wrong company but I love that there's a Marvel heroine whose backstory is she were in a wheelchair and decided to intern for Dr Curt "Oh No I Turned Myself into a Lizard again..." Connors just so she could nick his notes.

Now one thing I find really stylistically interesting about Batman Beyond, is that a lot of the mechanisms by which the supervillians do their thing come part-and-parcel with the cyberpunk setting, rather than being an aberration resulting purely from the superheroic genre elements. This is the future of a quote-unquote "present-day" DCU, meaning that they've superficially addressed the question of why all the cutting-edge supertech used in the cape scene never seems to see mass adoption by the civilian sector- forty years later, it has. This means that It's never hard to grok where any given villain is getting the resources necessary to execute their gimmick; these people are flashy by our standards, but they live in a world where everyone has access to flying cars and antigravity drones. Half these people are doing the cyberpunk equivalent of going killdozer with repurposed industrial equipment, or kludging together something with off-the-shelf stuff from radio shack, or mounting a machine gun on a technical truck, and literally in the middle of typing this sentence I started the episode where there's mass-market off-the-shelf animal gene-splicing that would have been a whole-ass individualized origin story in the time of Batman: The Animated Series. Even one-off mutants like Inque and Blight are well-understood within the context of the setting, to the extent of Inque being able to make a knockoff of herself on the go.

This is dystopic. Beyond the genre-typical surface-level megacorp domination of society it's dystopic. On the meta-level it's the same dynamic as Superman: The Animated Series, where the reason there's a sudden uptick in weird costumed crime concurrent with the protagonist's debut is purely Doylistic- the hero needs punching bags. But within the logic of the setting, there's nothing special about Willy Watt's decision to go full Carrie using a hijacked construction robot besides the fact that he had somewhat easier access to the thing than the average school-shooter. Spellbinder being able to put together functional illusion-and-mind-control tech on a high-school counselor's salary- when his entire complaint is that he isn't being paid enough- implies that the main barrier to anyone else pulling the same brainwashing stunt is that nobody else thought to. Shriek's sound suit might be more a more roundabout demolition tool than dynamite, but it's still powerful enough to bring down buildings and he created it as a fly-by-night contractor. The consumer tech base is evolved to the point that regardless of when Batman shows up, shit like this should literally never not be happening- they're past an inflection point. I remember Syndrome from The Incredibles having some kind of line about this

[i-give-up-on-this-ask-blog]

why does dr bones spend so much time in the jungle?