#each victor gets a scar based on what killed them post everyone else dying <3 pearl has burn scars

[zombieclieo]

"D'you think she cares?" His voice came across as a little worse for wear than it oughta. Death usually restored the body to peak order aside from a few scars, but here Martyn's throat was, scratchy and harder to parse than he woulda liked.

"What?" Came the reply. Scott shook his hand out, dirt particulates separating from his fingers as he did.

"Cleo, I mean. Obviously." Martyn laughed, leaning back against Scott's pretty little house, hand waving in a mockery of one of Scott's common gestures.

"Why would I know what Cleo thinks of you? We aren't teammates this go around." Scott turns back to his work, but it's still obvious how the previous victor felt about this game by how his voice catches at 'go around'.

Martyn winces, but he shakes it off within milliseconds. "You two are always allies! There hasn't been a go when you two haven't been conspiring. I'm asking because--"

"Martyn." Scott's voice was sharper than he meant, and it softens as he continues. "For one, I won't ask how you know more about mine and Cleo's relationship than either of us have told you. You and Grian get so clammy about that nonsense. For two, she hasn't mentioned you."

Martyn doesn't flinch, but Scott can tell that hurt him. Scott lived with him for a while, he knows. Martyn thinks himself infinitely cool and collected, but he isn't. He never has been and Scott's pretty sure he never will be. The blonde coughs. "Cool."

"Cool?" Scott laughs, looking up. Arcing underneath his hair from his right temple under his hair and around his throat is a lightning scar, and it glows slightly at the middle of his throat in a cool cyan. It aches. Martyn knows it aches, especially when Scott laughs. "Martyn, you were soulbound two goes ago. I know she's cool and all, but what's your hangup? Are you this hung up on Ren? Me?"

"What! Scott, you're having a giraffe. I don't get hung up on people."

There is a poignant silence. Martyn shifts uncomfortably. Scott rolls his eyes and returns to his work.

"Scott, I just wanna know how she is. If she ever thinks about me. I don't--I try not to think about it. The past, I mean. But it just... I may die but the soul lives on. Bones are buried but the soul is still here and it still feels that little string, y'know? We had the same soul, for a while. The same beating heart." Martyn finally moves from his ramrod straight stance, squatting beside Scott, a gloved hand extended.

The palm is cold. Ice fucking cold. The diamond shaped mark seems to give his flesh freezerburn as he nears the scar to any other living being. Any that are around, anyway. Martyn is cagey about it--Scott wasn't being mean. He has four of those diamonds across his body, though he supposes he's lucky that they're all... eh, relatively easy to hide. The one on his cheek, the back of his neck, and right over his heart were harder to conceal, though. That, and the massive ragged timepiece seemingly slashed across his back. The scar that never healed. The reminder to keep his ears open. To listen. To betray when it suits him. That one still pulses red, sore and obvious.

Scott doesn't know that a diamond burns for him as Martyn nears him. He doesn't know that it gets a little harder to breathe as the scalding diamond on the back of his neck makes itself very known. Bound, again and again, had he always found himself following after another? Hitching his soul into pieces again and again? Where would a diamond appear this time, for Jimmy? Where else would the cracks spread? Scott flicks his nose.

"You're absolutely doing that thing again where you just stare at me and look pensive. Fine, you want to know so bad what I think they think? Fine, if it'll get you to either go away or help me plant." Scott finally stands up fully and stretches his back out, then his arms high above his head. He reaches over to grasp Martyn's upper arm. "Cleo is a complicated person. They do care. They also don't. You aren't the center of her universe and that is fine. For both of you. Worrying about what they think won't make you less afraid of what comes next. Holding onto us--me, Cleo, the Ahaliance, Ren, that won't give you the peace you're looking for. You and Grian hold on tighter to the past than the rest of us. Let us go, Martyn, and let what joy you can have now happen."

The diamond hurts like hell. Like Martyn has slammed back into a pool of lava and it is eating him alive. It feels like dying when Scott holds his arm. He doesn't react. Scott doesn't know everything. "Alright, alright, I don't need an intervention here, mate! I'm genuinely just trying to see if she's mad at me, and you're talking different breeds and stronger memories. Bah. Maybe you're holding on to Cleo."

"Am I, then?" Scott snorts, and thankfully releases Martyn's arm. The burning subsides, somewhat.

"I think you are, honestly. I look away and suddenly you're gaslighting and gatekeeping and girlbossing! What about my gaslighting?" Martyn holds a hand to his chest as he fakes haughtiness.

"You're a bad liar, Littlewood." Scott kneels back in the dirt. "Now help me plant before you go back to our canary."

Martyn snorts, this time. "Our canary. Yeah, Scott, only me and Grian hold on." He does listen, though, and helps cover wheat seeds with dirt. As his right hand connects with the soil, it aches like a red winter, cold and bloody. He misses Ren. He misses Cleo, and Pearl, and Mumbo and everyone. He feels like there's a world where they could have been happy together, where they played games and laughed around Christmastime. As he looks at Scott, he wonders...

"Do you know what Christmas is?" His voice is more hesitant than he means for it to be.

"No, why?" Scott replies, shoving half a tuber deep into the earth.

"No reason. Just an old story." Then, that was the difference. He and Grian knew there was something beyond. No one else remembers what life extant a Watcher's game is like. He raises his head to watch the darkening horizon. Scott boxes his ear with a smile, and he shrugs. At least they have tonight to pretend like She wasn't watching. Like they were friends planting a field.

[chirophant]

Okay, so for starters this isn't so much my own idea as me combining a whole ton of posts I thought were funny and adding on a little bit. 

Basically: an AU in which the Gotham Rogues are actually just the world's most aggressive and dramatic YouTubers who are constantly fighting for attention/ attacking each other, some of which gradually become more frightening or concerning.

The Batfamily (or Wayne Family) had like 2 wholesome family vlogs and got drug into it as well, for no reason. 

The Joker runs an often aggressive and disturbing prank channel. He eventually became outright violent, and people aren't so sure it's a joke anymore. 

Harley used to do pranks with Joker, before moving on to makeup and vlogs about her plant GF. Sometimes, she goes back to Joker. Just for one colab video . Sometimes, her make up is much heavier than it needs to be. It doesn't always cover the black eyes nonetheless. 

Ivy makes conservation videos, plant updates, and videos with Harley. Some of her videos come across as threatening politcal figures, more and more. Then following a few of them home. Then how tos on plant based poisons. 

"The Scarecrow" seems to be running an ARG, which looks to be a horror based story revolving around human testing and the psychology of fear. It was all fun and games until 3 years after it started a man named Jonathan Crane was arrested for eerily similar experiments and the Scarecrow channel was taken down. 

Edward Nygma runs a riddle channel and a gossip channel, often revolving around the other Rogues' weird channels and cancelling people/ other youtube drauma. He sure does get angry when someone cheats one of his riddles, though. People still want to know if the allegations are true. 

Jervis Tetch was an odd man who ran a channel were he read classic children's books. At some point it went from a variety of books down to one- Alice in Wonderland. Over. And over. And over again. Then came what made people worry. Videos of some random blonde woman, following her around and even to her house at night. The channel stopped uploading at all, coinciding with the murder of a woman named Alice Pleasance. Youtube tried to take the videos down, but they keep getting reuploaded.  

Harvey Dent ran a channel were he offered legal advice and made reactions to unrealistic courtroom scenes in movies and television. People have recently noticed, however, that he doesn't seem right in a few of them. Not like himself. He has unexplainable cuts on his skin, and outbursts that he doesn't recall. 

Tallymarks was a channel in which a man named Victor Zsasz documented his depressed and disturbing thoughts. It was at first believed to be a nilistic art piece, and an edgy one at that. But gradually, he began to become covered in very very realistic scars. And they started to join together. To make tallies across his skin. They also seemed to appear closely after the latest of dozens of serial killings. His last video on Youtube was a tips and tricks guide to hunting humans, as he stalked a woman in a park. More have appeared on the deep web. He hasn't been caught yet. 

BlackMask was a channel were a man wearing just such a mask, in the shape of a skull, talked a lot about masks and mask making. He seemed polite, and eloquently spoken, and above all else- rich. But a few times over, he let the mask "slip". The first was a video about his parents, never mentioning their names, but listing out endless ways they had been abusive. His hatred of them. How angry he actually was behind the mask. The second was Bruce Wayne. The only person mentioned by name. Bruce did not respond. Then more about his parents, and then his ex girlfriend, Circe. Then less about his parents. Till one more blow up about Bruce Wayne. Then Roman Sionis was arrested for the disfigurement of his ex girlfriend, Circe. They're still trying to prove he really meant it when he said he wanted his parents to burn. 

Dr. Thomas Elliot got attention quickly, for a very odd reason. He was insistent he was going to become Bruce Wayne. People watched in awe and horror as he dyed his hair, put in the contacts, and started having the surgeries. He is best remembered, however, for being arrested at the doorstep of the Wayne family, very very insistent that he was the real Bruce Wayne. Some theorise the man they arrested wasn't Thomas Elliot. 

Lastly, the Batfamily themselves. A wholesome family of Bruce Wayne and his adopted children. All athletic and seemingly happy But they keep mourning for children who aren't dead later. Really mourning.and finding themselves in the crosshairs of many of the bizarre Gotham citizens. Everyone is watching them now. How long can they keep their secrets?