#gotham color grading

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Oswald Cobblepot Going Ice Skating with You (Fluff ⛸🐧🧊)

Even just putting a shoe on his injured foot is impossible.

However, he's content to watch you glide across the ice, whether that be with a warm beverage in his hand or by walking around the side fence to stay close to you. Ozzie is entranced by you - even if you aren't good at ice skating.

As much as he'd love just the sight of you, he might still try to move on the ice as well, probably by wearing a proper ice skating shoe on his better food, and by wearing slightly high heels on the other for his feet to be at the same height.

Ice skating is still something he has to re-learn after not having done it for a long time. Oswald has very happy memories of it: Gertrude loved everything to do with music and dance, so she also loved the elegant movements that can be made on the ice.

Despite his safety precautions, he doesn't have the illusion of complete safety: he needs something to hold onto, preferably not you, because he'd prefer not to make you fall.

Now comes the thing: if you've ever gone ice skating, you might have seen certain mobility aids: the penguins. The figures with two handles that are often big enough that adults can use them. Yep. Oswald might not limp on the ice but he won't get rid of the penguin-coding 😄 Here's a picture for reference:

Hold on, let me change that to a more Gotham-accurate color grading:

I had to 🤭😂

Despite the probably somber and not at all sparkly ambience of Gotham, you two have a great time. Managing to move across the ice might be a challenge, but it's one most welcome for someone whose challenges are usually of the deadly sort. It's also cold, which means that there will be lots of cuddles afterwards 🥰.

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Probably an unpopular opinion, but Tim’s Robin design in the the Gotham Knights video game is my second favorite Robin design (right after Ortega’s Robin design)

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63.   God Is a Bullet 64.    No Hard Feelings 65.    Joy Ride 66.    Fair Play 67.     Cocaine Bear 68.    NYAD 69.    Asteroid City 70.    Nowhere 71.    The Angry Black Girl and Her Monster 72.    Divinity 73.    The Equalizer 3 74.    The Last Voyage of the Demeter 75.    Venus 76.    Butcher’s Crossing 77.    Somewhere in Queens 78.    The Persian Version 79.    Boston Strangler 80.    Polite Society 81.    Miguel Wants to Fight 82.    The Color Purple 83.    The Royal Hotel 84.    Saw X 85.    All of Us Strangers 86.    Fallen Leaves 87.    Ferrari 88.    Elemental 89.    Peter Pan & Wendy 90.    Renfield 91.    Cat Person 92.    Scream VI 93.    The Hunger Games: The Ballad of Songbirds & Snakes 94.    BS High 95.    Blue Beetle 96.    Huesera: The Bone Woman 97.    When Evil Lurks 98.    Dark Harvest 99.    A Good Person 100.    Final Cut 101.    Knock at the Cabin 102.    Quiz Lady 103.    Leo 104.    Air 105.    The Super Mario Bros. Movie 106.    Batman: The Doom That Came to Gotham 107.    John Wick: Chapter 4 108.    Beaten to Death 109.    The Wrath of Becky 110.    Passages 111.    Transformers: Rise of the Beasts 112.    Gran Turismo 113.    65 114.    Sick 115.    Sister Death 116.    The Blackening 117.    Please Don’t Destroy: The Treasure of Foggy Mountain 118.    Flamin’ Hot 119.    Nimona 120.    Cobweb 121.    Totally Killer 122.    What’s Love Got to Do with It? 123.     Sharper 124.    Unseen 125.    Dunki 126.    Bird Box Barcelona 127.    The Marvels 128.    Shazam! Fury of the Gods

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176.    Anyone But You 177.    Marlowe 178.    Paint 179.    Extraction 2 180.    It Lives Inside 181.    Deliver Us 182.    Trolls Band Together 183.    Finestkind 184.    Corner Office 185.    Wish 186.    Prisoner’s Daughter 187.    Pain Hustlers 188.    Foe 189.    The Mother 190.    Old Dads 191.    Ghosted 192.    Ruby Gillman, Teenage Kraken 193.    Haunted Mansion 194.    Mafia Mamma 195.    Five Nights at Freddy’s 196.    The Machine 197.    Justice League: Warworld 198.    We Have a Ghost 199.    What Comes Around 200.    Legion of Super-Heroes 201.    The Boys in the Boat 202.    Attachment 203.    Operation Fortune: Ruse de Guerre 204.    About My Father 205.    You People 206.    Meg 2: The Trench 207.    Pathaan 208.    Rebel Moon - Part One: A Child of Fire 209.    Assassin 210.    Dalíland 211.    Vacation Friends 2

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Daminette December 2023:9-Gremlin

"So there is a list for each of them." Marinette explained, "Allergy information, bedtime schedule, food they avoid, and emergency phone numbers."

"We are the emergency phone numbers." Jason interjected.

Marinette glared at him as Damian put down the duffel bag with the kids clothes and a diaper bag.

"Marinette, everything will be fine." Dick spoke calmly, "You both deserve a night out with out your kids."

"Yeah." Tim stated, "How long was your last date night that didn't involve a diaper change intermission or passing out on the couch?"

Marinette frowned, but Damian placed a kiss on top of her head.

"Angel, don't worry so much. Amaya, Jun, and Malik are in capable hands." Damian stated.

"Aw." Dick cooed.

"If anything happens to our children, I'll kill them in their sleep." Damian declared.

Jason sighed, "You both are making such a big deal about this! You are leaving them in Wayne Manor, one of the safest places in Gotham. We take care of a whole city; we can take care of our nieces and nephew. You're only going to be gone three hours max, depending on traffic and resturant service. You're not even leaving Gotham!"

"Jason's right." Tim explained, "Look, there's three of them and three of us. We can conquer and divide this. If you two can do it, us three can, too."

Marinette sighed, "Fine. Have fun."

Once they got into the car, Damian turned to her.

"You think they will call us?" He questioned.

Mari smiled, "No. They would have to put their pride aside for that. I'm sure they will do everything wrong."

Damian chuckled, "Well, Habibiti, let's go and enjoy our dinner."

"Man, it's like she doesn't trust us!" Jason complained.

"To be fair," Tim interjected, "we have never watched them by ourselves. Damian and Marinette are usually in the same room with us when we spend time with them."

Dick looked over Amaya, Jun, and Malik. They looked so different, but appeared so angelic. Suffice to say the Waynes freaked out when Amaya was born was an understatement. Amaya looked just like Talia, but Tom also had brown hair and green eyes, so he took the credit for his granddaughter having his appearance with Damian's skin tone. Jun looked just like Damian and Malik looked just like his mother. Dick's only worry was Malik. Malik was still only a years old. Amaya was six and was already in the first grade and Jun was in preschool, but he was sure that Amaya and Jun could help with tiny things.

"I'll take care of Malik." Dick offered, "Divide and conquer, just like you said."

"Have you read these lists?" Jason laughed, "Don't let Jun eat after 7PM and her bedtime is 7:30PM. Don't get Malik wet; not even a drop. Don't expect him to sleep when the others go to bed. Amaya's says to supervise when she color and her bed time is at 8PM."

"No water?" Dick questioned.

"Not to spill water on him." Tim sighed, "Just be careful when you bottle feed him. At least there's no bath time on there. I'll watch Jun and Jason can watch Amaya. He can read and she can color. Simple."

Damian and Marinette entered Wayne Manor to find the living room in chaos. It was 10PM and all three of their kids were still awake.

"What is going on here?" Marinette shouted.

Everyone froze.

"Maman! Baba!" Amaya and Jun shouted, running up to their parents.

Damian glared at his older brothers, "Why aren't they asleep? Marinette gave you specific instructions."

"Why is Malik wearing different socks and different clothes?" Marinette questioned.

"He spilled a drop, a drop, of water on his sock!" Dick complained, "He freaked out and wouldn't stop crying until I changed him. By that point, he was thirsty and then he spilled on his shirt. I changed him immiediately after that."

"That's why I said not to get water on him." Marinette sighed.

"I can see Amaya wasn't supervised." Damian declared, "I wonder how Father will feel about his new colorful mural at hip height."

"Blame Jason!" Tim cried out, "He was suppose to watch her, but he got too wrapped up in his book."

"Why aren't you asleep, Amaya?" Marinette asked their eldest daughter.

"Not comfy." she pouted.

Jason sighed, "She kept saying how the couch wasn't as comfy as her bed."

"Why didn't you let her sleep in your bed?" Damian growled.

"You want me to leave my neice in my room?" Jason shouted, "You know what I keep in there!"

Damian rubbed his forehead in frustration. He spotted Jun running laps around the living room.

"And Jun?" he questioned.

"Tim helped me with Malik when he was flailing around and I was trying to change him." the eldest Wayne admitted.

"And?" Mari snarled.

"We thought it would be okay to leave them alone for a moment." Tim whispered, "Amaya and Jun were watching a movie."

"What happned?" Damian demanded.

"She snuck into the kitchen and ate four cookies." Tim answered, "She's been burning off the sugar ever since."

"Sorry." the Wayne boys declared.

"Amaya, Jun." Mari called out, "I want all of your things put away in the bag, "Damian make sure everything is in there. I'm going to get Malik in his car seat and meet you outside. Both of you are going to bed when we get home. Jun, no cookies for you for a week."

Jun stomped her foot and began to pick up her toys in a sour mood.

"A week?" Dick whined, "It was a mistake that we made."

"No, Richard." Mari declared, "Jun knew she wasn't suppose to have any cookies before we got here. I spoke to her about it before we left."

Mari walked out the front door with Malik in her arms. Amaya and Jun made quick work of their belongings. Amaya waved to her uncles as she yawned and walked out the door. Damian held his second daughter's hand and the duffel bag. Jun sadly waved and walked out the door, pouting.

"Those three are gremlins." Jason stated.

"Sweet like their mother and a Hellraiser like their father?" Tim answered.

"Nope." Jason replied, "Like actual Gremlins, like the movie. Don't get them wet. Don't feed them after dark."

"It was don't get them wet, avoid bright lights, and don't feed them after midnight." Dick rebutted, "Those three love the park. Damian and Marinette take them all the time with Titus."

"And the other two?" Tim questioned.

"We should have listened to Marinette rules." Dick answered.

The three sighed.

Damian and Marinette smiled as their kids slept in the back of their car.

"You were right, Habibiti." Damian spoke, "They are asleep and likely my brothers' will be trying to get back in our favor. How about we go out for dinner same time next month?"

Marinette giggled, "I'd love too."

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i just finally watched the batman (2022) and need a repository for my thoughts

anyway yes i know i am the voltron blog but you all must understand. and this is key to my lore. that i am an insane batman fan. i haven't kept up with comics in recent years but i am a total sleeper agent when it comes to batman and i've been waiting literal months to watch The Batman (2022) and i finally watched it last night and have been marinating in my thoughts since. and also my parents are tired of hearing my ranting and watching me walk around in circles.

ANYWAY.

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cinematography

this is literally the best looking batman film in years, if not the best looking one ever. the color grading was like a balm to my eyes, especially after the slog fest that is some of the other superhero movies... even with the constant rain the city never looked washed out, reeves and his set designers made such awesome choices when it came to fluorescent and neon lighting... the DINER SCENE!!!!!!!!!!! also omfg the way they made battinson the Red and Black Batman like what an excellent color combination. i loved it. i need to buy some of the theatrical release posters post HASTE.

more than anything this movie was SHOT like a comic book and so many scenes looked like they were ripped straight from a comic book, like i could visualize the paneling and everything... so freaking baller.

my family wasn't super impressed but i think it's because they expected an action movie but No You Don't Get It. batman sees the world as a gritty detective noir movie but to everyone else in gotham they're living in a horror movie and that is BATMAN CINEMA!!!!

when the riddler was arrested i was like 'wait there's still 40 minutes?' and then i preceded to have my mind completely blown. i kept questioning what reeves was doing only for him to IMMEDIATELY correct me minutes later. literally, let this man cook he knows what he's doing. when bruce lit the flare i didn't immediately get it -- and then the little mayor's boy reached for batman without any hesitation. and then the crowd began to follow him, closing the distance. and then he began to lead them to higher crowd. And Then I Got It.

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2. gotham

yes i'm devoting an entire section just to the city.

gotham city is one of the hardest things to get right in any kind of batman media. like gotham is Not Normal and that should always be something hovering in the background. but many directors just don't bother because gotham architecture is so fundamentally different from normal sensibilities that building lore accurate sets would be both incredibly costly and almost impossible to do. but matt reeves tried and the movie was so unbelievably better for it.

bvs gotham was basically just new york city and don't even get me STARTED on how futuristic minimalistic modern the nolan movies were. ugh.

but when bruce and alfred were in their penthouse suite surrounded by fifty layers of gothic style trim my dad verbally said 'are they in a fucking church or something' and like YES DAD! that's the POINT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! gotham is supposed to be borderline CAMPY GOTHIC like the city itself is not just a setting, it's a full blown supporting character. the city looking batshit is essential lore and PIVITOL to the world building that has produced a man dressed up as a bat to fight crime like you DON'T GET IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! batman is divorced from our reality but he is GROUNDED IN GOTHAM!!!!

actually side note i've been playing gotham knights on the PC and 1) the game is way better than critics gave it credit for and 2) GOTHAM LOOKS SO GOOD IN THIS GAME. THE LIGHTING IS CRAZYYYY. best adaptation of gotham city fr, i loved the arkham video game series but the panache. the style. it became so diluted after arkham asylum fr.

my one criticism is that reeves needed to make one more rooftop set it was so silly that all the characters kept returning to the same gcpd roof with the bat signal on it.

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3. plot

FINALLY A MOVIE WHERE BRUCE IS A DETECTIVE. i've waited literal years for this. i do wish batman had been a little bit more active/proactive in the plot, i.e. not strictly following with riddler's games, but this is also early batman so i'm more forgiving of his rookie mistakes... however in the second movie i expect him to be on his BALL GAME!!!! give me plot-armor-borderline-prescient batman PLEASE MR. REEVES I BEG OF THEE.

LOVED this adaptation of the riddler. using the zodiac killer as an inspiration for the riddler was amazing, brilliant, showstopping, spectacular. and they kept a little bit of camp in paul dano's performance which i appreciate. i don't think we'll ever go back to batman forever levels of camp, but that's okay </3

there was a nod to the character of hush in the movie (at least that's how i'm choosing to interpret it) but i don't think they could ever use hush in the future because they already adapted so much of his gimmick for the riddler... but that's okay tbh i don't think hush is that interesting anyway.

at its core the batman was a buddy cop movie and i LOVED that. jeffrey wright KILLED it as lieutenant gordon and the dynamic between batman and gordon was amazing. excellent usage of our favorite future-commissioner, you could really see they already had an established rapport but their bond was becoming even stronger... their conversation in the interrogation room was so amazing, as well as their scene with the penguin.

my one criticism is that alfred became non-existent after a certain point. also lowkey the lego batman movie did a better job at the 'bruce realizes that his trauma has made him reluctant to form bonds or deepen them because of his fear of losing anyone else' subplot. lego batman movie on top!

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4. characterizations

everyone and their mom has already talked about how this version of bruce wayne is more focused on developing his identity as the batman versus his identity as brucie wayne so i won't repeat those essays. but i will say that i have such high hopes for bruce's development in the sequel. like the way the movie ended with him emphasizing how he needs to become a 'symbol of hope for the city' reads to me as him preparing to finally re-enter gotham society as Billionaire Bruce Wayne and i am SO READY FOR IT.

but what i actually want to talk about is how amazing catwoman's development is. i love how much backstory they gave her in this movie. i will always love the nolanverse version of catwoman but you really learn almost nothing about selina in TDKR. but in the batman selina's is this fully fleshed out character. you can immediately guess what her life has been like. and her motivations in the story... the way she was prepared to run until she found annika... and then she immediately changed gears and focused on vengeance for annika and her mother... god, i love it.

cobblepot's character was also so, so good. you can intimately tell that he's a two-faced bastard who's spent years being a yes-man purely so he can climb the social ladder. i know colin farrell is going to rock the HELL out of that monocle in the sequel.

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5. hopes for the future

i know it's too late but i reallyyy don't want joker to be in the sequel. i unfortunately think that's more or less guaranteed though since they've already casted barry keoghan. and his performance was really good. i'm just tired of seeing the joker in batman media. (inb4 keoghan absolutely kills it in the sequel and makes me eat my hat). i don't really consider batman to have one arch nemesis, only that the joker has consistently ruined batman's life more often than all the other villains.

literally the one hill i will die on is that reeves NEEDS to include robin at some point. PLEASE. you can't have batman without a robin, he gets so lonely. literally that's all i want. i want battinson to become a dad so, so bad. you have no idea.

and (and this is key) robin must be a kid. a pre-teen aged 14 or younger. "oh but that's so unrealistic, child superheroes totally break the immersion" well I DON'T CARE. FULL THROTTLE ON THE CHILD ENDANGERMENT. let children fight crime, for the culture.

[okay, okay. make it a robin origin story where dick grayson is introduced and is plot-relevant but he doesn't actively patrol and fight crime and only becomes robin at the very end.]

introduce robin in batman 2, and then have robin be a participating older teen/adult in batman 3.

my incredibly indulgent ideal batman 2:

at least two years have passed (bruce is more or less settled and has finally hit his stride). he has mastered air gliding and now attacks villains from the rafters instead of just constantly walking out of the shadows. i want to see arkham-level combat So Bad.

selina is mentioned, but doesn't really appear (and there are no other love interests.

actually wait i change my mind about joker. joker can be included in the movie IF the red herring "main plot" is that he's using a circus as a base of operations (because clowns and circuses).

i say red herring "main plot" because the movie starts with a joker crime spree, so you think the movie is going to be all about the joker, but then he leads batman to his circus base and it turns out that PSYCH! THIS IS ACTUALLY A DICK GRAYSON ORIGIN STORY. because joker's base of operations is haly's circus.

batman is snooping around looking for evidence and that's when he comes across dick grayson, age 10.

kid dick grayson. PLEASE. PLEASE.

batman decides to visit the circus as bruce wayne. You Know What happens.

plot plot plot

COURT OF OWLS SUBPLOT.

bruce has to balance hunting down the joker while also protecting this little kid he pretends he isn't totally attached to.

this is incredibly indulgent because i have no idea how you would balance joker screentime with that of the court of owls. idk. that's what's fanfiction is for i guess c:

i have decided that over winter break i am going to rewatch all the batman movies from 1980s onwards so i can revise my Batman Cinema power rankings. i will create some kind of metric or spreadsheet so i can grade and quantify each movie.

hell i should also replay all my favorite batman video games. because those are basically just movies anyway. and i miss kevin conroy :(

thanks for reading. god i love batman.

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Rogues x Rogue!Reader headcanons

Maybe the reader was friends with them ( and also had a crush of course) when they were sane, and stuff happened and now they're a new rogue and met each other again at Arkham asylum!

I love how this took me forever to fucking post. (Also look I learned how to add color ooOoooOo)

Rogues x Rogue!reader finding eachother in Arkham.

Jervis Tetch

You used to work alongside him before he went.. mad.

You both were pretty close, friends even. Took lunches together, laughed at inside jokes, Hell it was a real Jim and Pam relationship!

Of course, you hadn't told your friend everything about your life. By day you were a secretly pining coworker of his, but as soon as you clocked out..? You turned to a life of crime.

It was thrilling! It was a revolt from society! (Because we do live in one) It was you having the time of your life. Still, you wished you could've told your friend.

When the news broke out about his crimes, you were only half shocked. The city does fucked shit to its citizens.

Time passed, you never really saw him. Besides a warning on the tv, that's about as close as you guys got... till the GCPD fucked your shit up.

Because of your latest stint, GCPD thought it'd be best to get you some help. Hoping to change your ways.. jk they sent your ass to the Arkham Asylum.

After finally getting settled in, you made your way to the common area. You were bored out of your mind, unsure how to deal with being here. Should you read? Color? Craft? Sit there and look pretty?

Last one sounds good. You took a seat, the lunch table seating wasn't too uncomfortable. It's not like you'd be here for a while anyway. Remembering this, you decided to take in the various characters of the Asylum. Killer Croc playing chess with the Riddler, Harley Quinn learning how to embroider her clothes, The Mad Hatter reading a-

Holy shit, it's him. Jervis!

"My my, look what the gcpd dragged in." You laughed, walking toward him. His eyes glance up, not recognizing you. "Please go away, I'm reading right now." He grumbled, turning a page. "Wow, I would've figured you'd be more excited to see your old coworker." You teased. Jervis placed the book down, looking at you fully now. He got up and laughed, holding you tight in his arms. "You're here! Oh my goodness.. wait how are you in here? You must tell me everything!" Jervis dragged you to sit on his lap, telling him about your adventures as gothams newest villain. With every time he looked at you, your heart grew more and more. You never wanted him to look at you any different again. Perhaps he'd like a sidekick?

Johnathan Crane

Your relationship with him was.. complicated.

University work was tough, but so were you. Him not so much. You often found him in his office squeezing the shit out of a stress ball.

Being that John was a nerd man of intelligence, you could only imagine how many migraines he got grading tests and preparing assignments for his students.

You made his life easier though, buying him lunch and talking about the students.

"I'm sorry, he asked what?" You laughed, almost spitting out your food. "He genuinely asked me why he couldn't pick up the specimen tube with TONGS. As in the utensil for grabbing salads!" His laugh was infectious, you had to admit it. You could listen to him for hours, God this crush was unbearable.

One night you were awoken to your phone buzzing, a call from Johnathan? This late? Nothing good happens after 2 am.. maybe you should leave it.

Besides, if it was so important he'd call again.. which he did.

The call consisted of breathy rambles which were kinda hot, to which you asked what was happening. "Listen. You probably won't hear from me again, I'm sorry. It's my fault. I hope we see eachother again." And then he hung up. No answers, and you were left with more questions.

You became a gotham Rogue, looking for your lost friend in any possible scenario. It wasn't till you saw a broadcast on TV about the Batman finally putting the Scarecrow in handcuffs, charting him off to Arkham. Horrible as it was, he was finally in one place. Time to get arrested!

Fairly quick, they scoop you up and shove you into a cell. That was easy, All you had to do was blow up an apartment complex. What? They're rich, they'll be fine! You take a quick look at the people around you in cells. Poison Ivy, some dude, Johnathan Crane WAIT-

Wow.. it's him. After all these years, he looks different. His hair is longer and unruly, and the dark circles under his eyes have gotten bigger. What a cutie. "Professor Crane!" You yell, hoping to get a laugh out of him. His eyes shot up, looked around, then saw you. Johnathans eyes got as wider than saucers, and you swore you saw his lip curl into a smile if only for a second. Did he miss you? Was he happy to see you? God, all you wanted was to run into him and hold him close. You'll have to wait for recreation time.

Edward Nygma

You had met him at a support group for individuals with trauma. No matter what it was, if you had to get it off your chest and couldn't afford a therapist you went there.

Was it the shit coffee? The stale donuts? The odd smell in the air you're pretty sure was from the carpets? You weren't really comfortable here.

It wasn't until you had a group activity had you actually said something to him. He was fiddling around with a pen and paper, nervously bouncing his leg.

You sat next to him, sipping your water as he wrote. Curious, you tapped his shoulder, causing him to jump. "Sorry! Looks like you were deep in that.. whatever it is you're writing." For some reason, Ed didn't snap at you. He didn't tell you to leave, or fuck off. "It's a puzzle I'm designing."

As Ed explained the ins and outs of the puzzle, you couldn't help but notice how cute it was. You had never met a man so focused.

So you kept in touch with him. A text now and then, meeting up for dinner or lunches, a shoulder to cry on. You were there, it didn't bother you.

However, things changed after he had not texted or called after an entire week has passed. You were scared, so you rushed to his place as quickly as possible.

You slammed your fist onto the door, panicking as you could almost feel the echo it gave off. "Ed? It's me.. Please open the door, I'm worried!" No answer.

"Was it something I said..?" Just like that, you noticed a green glow coming from the door. That's odd.. you grabbed the doorknob and turned, surprised at how easily it opened for you.

From the walls to the floor were papers upon papers of different symbols and mechanical equations. "What the fuck?" You whispered, going further and further into the studio. The green glow, as it turns out, was a large neon sign in the shape of a question mark.

What Ed didn't realize was long before he changed career paths, as did you. So this entire change, though surprising, wasn't beyond you.

There's no telling where he was now, so maybe that chapter of your life closed.

Except that wasn't totally true. The cops thought you were a part of this, as your fingerprints had been found in the area. Dammit, into the Asylum you go..

A few days into your stay, you hear some commotion in the common area. Yelling, no, ARGUING. "I am the smartest man in this room! You fucking idiots wouldn't know what I'm trying to get through your thick skulls!" That voice..

Oh my God it's Edward. And he's changed. Once the crowd dies down, you hop over to his side and tap his shoulder. "I'm WORKING." Ed growled, looking at you as he prepares an insult. But he doesn't. His gaze softens "Its.. you?"

"Yeah.. can we talk?"

Harleen Quinzel

You and Harleen were the best of friends.

Inseparable, and that's the way you liked it.

All you wanted to do was spend time with her. Needless to say, you had a massive crush on her.

How could you tell her about your life of crime though? Would she understand? Would she pull away? It scared you, you didn't ever want to lose her.

However, your worst fear would come true in the form of a clown.

It wasn't long till she'd stop answering your texts, which broke your heart even further.

It was late. 2 A.M to be exact. You couldn't sleep due to the sirens, but you swore there were more than usual.

Nothing good happens after 2 AM. You should just go to bed and sleep it off.. okay a peek outside the window wouldn't hurt. As you stared out the window, you realized it was much more than sirens. It was so much worse. The Joker had invaded your neighborhood, and was doing his usual shit. What an amateur, smiley faces everywhere. We get it, you're a clown.. wait a second. Under the sirens and blaring weapons, you swore you heard a familiar voice. But it couldn't be, could it? You get your gear on and decide to investigate, sneaking around behind the shadows.

It's confirmed. Harleen, now going under the name Harley, was partnered up with the Joker.

And by partnered up, He was frenching her right then and there.

You held back hot tears as you tried to run, but alas, you're a known criminal in a crime scene.

Of course you're taken into custody and eventually thrown into the local Asylum.

While everyone is supposed to be asleep, you found a way to escape your cell and roam around. God this place is dilapidated, we really need more funding.

As you walked the cold empty halls, you could hear two things. Guards playing poker and.. was that sniffling? Crying? Hm.. wouldn't hurt to see who it was. Further investigation led you to a bright blonde wailing into a pillow, occasionally snotting up her tissues. Poor thing. "Psst, hey." You whispered, the blonde stopping to wipe her eyes and look around. "Over here." You replied, waving at her.

The blonde gasps, as do you. She's covered in bruises and cuts, most looking man-made. "Oh my god.. You're here." She cried. Wait a second.. "Harley? Holy shit what happened to you?" You asked, attempting to break the lock as quietly as possible to comfort her. Harley just shrugs, not sure how to answer "Oh you know.. Puddin' got a little mad one day." She attempted to get out, but this just made her cry harder.

After successfully breaking in, you rush to her side. Holding her close and wiping tears away. "Hey its okay.. I got you now. You're safe.." you whispered into her ear.

Pamela Isley

Ah, STEM classes. The ones that tests a students will to live, with the right professor of course.

Why anyone takes this major is beyond me, but hey you didn't mind. The exams were awful, but you had a friend at least.

Pamela Isley. Pammy. Always has her nose in a flower and her head in an equation. A brilliant woman. God you adored this woman.

Pam was quiet, sure. But when she was with you she want on and on about everything.

"You know, when I'm with you.. it's like I can tell you anything." Pam told you as you both sat next to eachother in the campus rec room. You blushed, taking her hand as you smiled. "I feel the same way." You both came to an understanding. But you hadn't told her everything, like what you did after 7 pm.

After she had told you she would be meeting with a professor on who knows what, you just brushed it off as help with a certain question or maybe an upcoming assignment. But afterward, she stopped texting. Completely. You were upset, sure. But if something happened to her? You could never forgive yourself.

You were getting ready for your night on the town, when you noticed something odd growing on your windowsill. Is that.. a Lily? You gently take the petals into your hand, it reminded you of your old.. ahem.. friend.

"It's almost as beautiful as you." You heard from behind you, causing you to jump and turn in fear. The voice came from a young woman, smiling at you with admiration and a bit of fear. "Oh, what? Don't you recognize your old friend?" She cooed into your ear.

"Pam?" You whispered, taking her hand. Before she could get a reply in, GCPD bust down your door and arrest you both on the spot. Apparently just before, Pam had murdered a local businessman because of the harm his buildings construction did to the native plant life in the city.

"How long have you been in crime?" She asked you, sitting across from you in the dining hall.

"I could ask the same for you, Ivy." You teased, taking her hand.

[planetseph]

inside my love

II. Heart to Heart

plot: It’s 2024 in Gotham City, NJ. Bruce Wayne is a college student (for no real reason but Alfred insisted he get out of the house during the day for once). (Y/N) (L/N) is a somewhat stable college student with a whole bunch of personality. These two might change each other’s lives. 

pairing: battinson!bruce wayne x black!reader

words: 915 words

a/n: ok y'all this is chapter two. also sorry that the first three chapters so short im still trying to figure out where i want this story to go, but i promise as the story moves along the chapters will get longer!!

chapter 3: drunk in love

The coffee shop, expertly named “Gotham’s Finest”, was beyond cold. As Bruce and (y/n) entered the frigid shop, the air of awkwardness only seemed to increase. They both rubbed their arms and tried to forget about the person next to them, and by extension the project that would determine their grade. They look at each other and then look away quickly as if they were high school kids on an awkward first date. (y/n) made a grimace patched up as a smile, and Bruce replied with a gesture telling her to order first. What a gentleman, she thought. She approaches the cashier and begins her order. 

“Hi, I’ll have the caramel macchiato please.” She smiles at the worker who does a painfully fake smile back.

“Alright, we’ll have your order ready in about five minutes.” 

She moves away from the cashier and goes to find a seat as Bruce does his order. Her eyes dance over to Bruce as he orders. His body language is so stiff she’d be surprised if they didn’t lock in place, the worker looks positively bored, and both of them seem ready to get this painful conversion over and done with. Maybe he was just this way with everyone? It seems like he’s just an awkward guy. Lucky her. 

When he comes to sit down, the tension is right back. Their eyes meet and then they both look away, unsure of what to say to start a conversation. She sighed and decided to put her awkwardness behind her and become the extrovert for today. He certainly wasn’t. 

“So, um, any ideas on what our project should be about?”

“No…not yet.”

“Oh…well I was thinking maybe we could talk about corruption in the city. I’m sure we’d find loads of things to talk about.”

“That’s not bad.” He nods as he speaks. She smiles once she sees it, maybe this project wouldn’t be hell after all. 

They continue their discussion about the project, though she leads the conversation. Despite his awkwardness and random silence, Bruce Wayne is obviously an intelligent guy and surprisingly has a lot of ideas that she liked. The tension from before is only a distant memory as the two create some form of academic camaraderie, they both know their grade depends on this project and both of them want a good grade. 

They research as much as they can until Bruce gets a call from a name she can’t make out. Al- something. It’s not her business anyway.

“I have to go.” He grabs his bag before she can respond and departs. 

“Rude.” She thought. “Well, there’s no point in staying if my partner’s not here. Might as well go home.”

And so, she packs her things up quietly, and leaves “Gotham’s Finest.”

The walk home is strangely peaceful, and the sky is beautiful. (y/n) always enjoyed looking at the sky, seeing the clouds, and admiring the colors it produced. The sky reminded her that she could do anything she wanted to, the sky was the limit. She gets home in under 20 minutes since it wasn’t that far from her apartment. 

“(y/n) you back?” Autumn yelled. 

“Yeah, I’m back.” She takes her shoes off and immediately falls onto the couch. 

“Girl you had me worried, you usually come back the moment that class ends” She chuckles. 

“I know, I know, but today he decided to ‘surprise’ us.” 

“Suprise y’all?” Autumn quirks her head at (y/n)’s statement. 

“Yeah, ‘surprise” us. We all got paired up with somebody and we have to work together for three months on some project.” She rolls her eyes remembering the foolishness from before. 

“Oh my god, y’all’s teacher actually hates y’all.” Autumn laughs at her friend's defeated face. “Well, who’s your partner? Maybe I know them.”

“You might. Seems my whole class did. His name is Bruce Wayne.”

Autumn stops moving and her jaw drops. “Bruce Wayne? THEE Bruce Wayne.”

“You know him?” 

“Girl, how don’t you know him? He’s Gotham’s prince. Heir to everything Wayne. You know Wayne Enterprises?”

“Yeah?”

“He owns it. He’s filthy rich. His family’s one of the founding families of Gotham. 

“What the hell? Then why did he act so…strange? He would barely talk at first.”

“He’s a bit of recluse, at least that’s the papers say. I’m surprised he’s even attending college in person.”

“Well whatever, all I know is he better get his side of the project done.” (y/n) falls deeper into the couch. So she had a celebrity as her partner, could life get any worse? 

“I’m with you when you right.” Autumn sighs, but then suddenly perks up. “But you know what’ll cheer you up?” She smirks, the key indicator that she was up to no good.

“...What?”

“GOING OUT GIRLLLLL. C’mon, let’s go dancing! We ain’t been in a while and I wanna shake my ass on the dance floor ok?” 

“Girl, I am tired. Today drained me completely.”

“Girl get up and put some clothes on. We going to the Iceberg Lounge.” 

(y/n) stiffens at that name. Wasn’t that place involved in shady business?

“The Iceberg Lounge? Um, aren’t they involved in that underworld mess?”

“What place in Gotham isn’t?”

“True.”

The two girls get up and get ready for a night out. The club is the perfect place to release your inhibitions and forget about that assignment you have due in the morning. Hopefully, her night would be better than her day. 

[shzmluvrs]

very very specific request but 2019 freddy x clown collector reader? like reader collects clown dolls and all that kinda jazz and just how freddy would feel about that

(😭)

For some reason, as I go through dark times, this triggered such motivation and inspiration within me, so I thank you deeply🥲🫵🏽🫶🏽.

Also, I'm gonna name you bc I can pretty much guess you have a thing for specifically 2019 Freddy and that's pretty unique about you, so your name is 2019 (unless you have something more creative in mind lmao-).

~ Star✨️

Circus Baby

Prompt: The weird and overly fan-obsessed didn't particularly have a place at Fawcett Central. But, there they were, anyway, to be gawked and mocked at by the relatively common and "normal" student body. And while yes, Freddy was a prime suspect in the 'overly obsessive' category, he had to admit you definitely took the cake for the 'weird' department. In a good way to him, of course. Besides, who else is he gonna jokingly refer to as a wanna-be Gotham villain?

Timeline: Post Shazam! Pre S!:FOTG

TW/Content: Clowns (if they scare you, you not gonna like this at all, I'm sorry😭)⚡️Cursing⚡️Mentions of insecurity/anxiety and whatever relating⚡️Me being a little unhinged about this subject (for some reason-)⚡️Cringe? A little. But get over it tbh...

Reader: Fem! She/Her/Hers Pronouns! Clowncore Aesthetic/Style!

Requested By: Anon (2019?)

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I know you said clown collector, but because I'm literally insane, I wanna take this a step further...

Reader who is just full steam ahead into the clown-lifestyle😻🤡!!

Surely, it all started at a young age with your odd habit of collecting any bit of clown-related memorabilia you could get your grubby little hands on. But it soon escalated (and I'm betting startling your parents💀) into you basically being a clown.

Well, not literally.

I mean, you entertained the idea that you were decently humorous, and the occasional animal balloon tricks were attempted, but besides that, you managed to take something known for its silly (sometimes scary) wackadoo nature, and made it ✨️girlboss✨️.

And it helped that you didn't exactly shy easy, so you were proudly showing up places in your colorful, rainbow, clown-esque outfits...

Unless, of course, you happen to have a specific and favorable color, to which then it was your clown-esque wear themed specially in that color.

And your creative makeup that managed to be both cute and clown. Clute, if you will. Or maybe Cu-own...? Uh...😬...

And you could never forget about your hair. Unless you're a huge fan of styling and coloring your actual hair in cool, funky colors and ways, wigs were your best friend...

"Places" included school, for the most part, and you had thankfully become desensitized to the rude and teasing stares and the unprompted comments and whatnot... And at some point, so did the rest of the student body and staff, because it was clear no matter what they said, you weren't gonna tone down yourself for them.

Plus, it was fun! You felt as though the positive outweighed the negatives, thoroughly enjoying the bright-eyed and excited looks on younger grade's faces when they saw you occasionally pass through their section of the building, or when you'd actually receive compliments on your makeup from some of your peers. Plus, you were routinely asked to do other people's theater makeup, so-...

You got to try out new looks, new styles, new whatever every day without a care in the world!

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It was something Freddy found himself admiring about you from afar. It's not like you were exactly hard to miss, but it didn't change the fact that every seventh period, he'd wake himself up from an exhausting school day in complete, full anticipation for your arrival. He adored your outfits, your makeup, your hair, and once the day came when he'd finally gain the courage to speak to you, he'd hopefully adore you as whole, too.

That day came when you two were assigned to be partners for an upcoming project. A bittersweet emotion ran through his chest. Wasn't this what he wanted? The perfect excuse, chance, opportunity to get to know you? He was so nervous, he broke out into a cold sweat. Hands growing shaky and clammy, watching as you approached through the gaggle of other students shuffling around to get to their partners. And once finally sat, he stared, completely tuning out the teacher's next set of instructions.

At first, he couldn't bring himself to speak. For what seemed like the first time in a long while, Freddy Freeman was speechless. In complete awe by your presence (and ecstatic you hadn't grimaced or groaned when he was announced to be your partner), he admired every single detail of your purposefully paled face, the random little specs of glitter, elongated eye and mouth features thanks to eyeliner, and the outfit was definitely another one for the books.

At first, this boy's intense stare up and down your figure made you hope he wasn't actually the weirdo he was coming off as. Granted, you...did look like a clown, but once the stare surpassed the entire rant the teacher had gone on and then some minutes afterwards, you felt it necessary to speak up.

"Um... So, do you know how you wanna go about the project? Or...?"

"Sorry for- Oh my god, I-...Sorry for staring, that was probably really creepy for you and that's, like, the opposite of what I wanna do here-. I just think that this, whatever this is, this whole..." He used a big hand gesture to reference your ensemble. "...Is the coolest ever and I'm literally blown away."

"?!?😃 Oh my god, thank you 😃?!?"

And that was all it took before the two of you were hyperactively conversing back and forth on, not even just style choices, but on any and everything else that came to mind. It was like a force had been sparked between you two, the fire unable to be put out, let alone dimmed. It led to the start of an immediate and solidified friendship. Which, of course blossomed into something more. But I wanna focus on more of the "firsts" for now.

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Aka, The first time you had entered his home and met his family, which was the same day y'all met. He hadn't prepped you or anything, simply guaranteeing that they were bound to love your company and to pay no mind to any comments they might make. And while sure, you were pretty much used to having that mindset already, for some reason, this time made you nervous. Nervous like the very first time you had truly discovered you even liked this style and wanted to go out in public dressed as such, nervous. It had you adjusting your pins, clothing, and other accessories the entire walk there, and you swore that you had probably stress-sweat all of your hard-work makeup away.

To keep this short and sweet, every interaction was... unique, to say the least. First, there was a tall brunette sporting prep-wear, waltzing around the house with her phone pressed against her ear and determination in her voice to ace this interview for a nearby community college. But upon seeing you, stopped dead in her tracks and (much like Freddy) s t a r e d.

"That's Mary." "Your sister?" "Yes, out of two." "She's pretty."

"Freddy, why is there a clown in our home? Darla's birthday isn't for another four months."

Ngl, that stung you a little, but nothing you haven't heard (or expected to hear) before...

"Wh- No, shut up, that's not- She's a friend from school, we have a project together. This is just what she looks like, this is how she looks." "...Oh :). Well, you're gonna have to teach me how you have such a smooth base, because my products could never. Anyways, talk later, interview..." And with a shy point to her phone, she left you with a grin that you returned, growing flattered at the compliment on your makeup.

Then there was a boy, about shoulder height with glasses, who barely gave half of a glance in your direction. It's not that he didn't see you at all. He just... didn't care. Clearly, too focused on the TV screen that he stood basically directly in front of. "Optimal gaming stance, he claims..." Freddy informed, swiftly pulling you along before you could become engrossed in the Mortal Kombat fight yourself.

You were lead to the kitchen, Freddy rummaging through the pantry and fridge on the hunt for proper sustenance while you worked together. It was there, you were met with his mother, who gave a very "mom-happy" yet clearly confused smile. "Hi...!" She greeted suddenly, which urged you to awkwardly strike out your hand for her to shake. If you knew you were gonna be literally seeing his entire family same day, you would've toned down a little bit, at least. Just to let them get used to it all... but alas...

"Hi, I'm (Y/N). I'm just here to work on a project with Freddy." "Oh, I see! A theater project."

"Nah, science." Freddy corrected with a tone of casualty, kicking the fride door closed with the stub of his crutch, his other hand/arm supporting the weight of all of his gathered snacks and drinks.

"Oh." Rosa smiled again, still innocently confused. And before you could try to explain, Freddy was already insistent on the hurry to his room. It's okay, though, because once Rosa realized what you wore was just a creative, style choice a while later, she found it just that. Creative. And totally supported and compared it to alternative styles she'd seen back in her high school days, bless her heart🥰😭.

On the way towards/up the stairs was where you encountered what you had to assume was Freddy's father and older brother, who breezed past the two of you at first, but then did quick double-takes. "Ohooh, you look sick! What is this, like a statement, or...?" You received an immediate compliment from Victor, a chuckle leaving your throat along with a shrug of your shoulders.

"Something like that, I guess." And then Pedro, who did a scan up and down your figure much like Freddy had in class, before giving a satisfactory nod.

"Cool." "Thank you :')."

Walking down the hallway en route to Freddy's room, there was one more escapade that involved your purse accidentally falling open and your makeup going everywhere. It was the glittery stuff, too, so not only was it an expensive loss, but it was now going to be permanently marked onto the hardwood floor (yes, you felt beyond terrible, but it doesn't really matter bc a. There's already stains and glitter and whatnot everywhere in that house that are permanent, Rosa and Victor have given up on them, you can't convince me otherwise. And b. They ended up renovating by the second movie anyway, so it's fine😭).

It didn't stop you from desperately trying to scoop it all up, anyways, though (cuz I would, too, ngl-). Freddy informed that he'd go to his room to set the food down and would be back to help you, which was fine, but it left you in his hallway desperately scrambling at loose makeup like a weirdo. But clearly, that isn't what Darla saw when she poked her itty bitty head out of her room at the commotion. In her eyes, you were a mystical, magical being that harbored one of her favorite things in the whole world (glitter, duh), and she squealed so l o u d-

It scared you at first, especially when she came barreling towards you and almost managed to tackle you in an unexpected but returned hug. Rambling on and on about what a honor it was to meet you, "...whatever you are...!" She added, which pulled a giggle from your lips, and how excited she was and how she had so much to show you and-

"Oh my god, D, why..." Freddy sighed, having left for what was barely even a minute or so and had come back to find his youngest sister perched in your lap and talking your ear off. He should be doing that! Well, I guess minus the sitting in your lap part.

Unless you're into that🥴.

Idk. Anyways-

"DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS, DID YOU KNOW SHE WAS HERE?!" "😐Yes, I did. I brought her here. She's my friend and we're BUSY, so you need to go back to your ROOM, and mind your BUISNESS, please."

It took a lot more convincing, but after promising you'd converse with Darla another time (without Freddy💀-), she did as told and you two had finally entered his room. You found yourself quiet impressed with his superhero memorabilia, something about it reminding you of your own "little" collection back home. Maybe the obsessiveness of it all, or simply just how much of it there was. But you didn't have the pleasure of questioning, because-

"What the hell...?" "Dude, don't start-" "-I wasn't gonna say anything." "You literally were, I can tell by that dumb look on your face." "Freddy, I guarantee you, I'm not the dumb looking one in this room. And don't get me wrong, it isn't her either..." "Harhar, you're so funny. Why don't you leave and go do stand up comedy? I think you in particular would make an excellent CLOWN, don't you think, (Y/N)?"

"I... uhm...uh... ;-;." You weren't expecting a fifth sibling, that's for sure. His family was clearly very diverse. And at first, you couldn't quite tell if he was getting ready to bully you or not, seeing as Freddy was very quick with his wit in order to defend you. You wouldn't doubt it. Billy seemed to suffer from a bad case of RBFS.

Resting Bitch Face Syndrome.

"Ignore him." Freddy advised, whipping open his laptop while Billy scoffed.

"I'm right here, y'know. This is my room, too, you guys can't just-" "Okay, fine, then ignore him harder."

You giggled. It was grounds for Billy to address you separately/on his own.

"I like your outfit. It just...caught me off guard." You smiled, giving a nod of understanding. "Thanks, I get that a lot."

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The first time Freddy visited your house was months after the initial meeting. Not for any particular reason, there just hadn't been any real excuse until now...

"My parent(s) have been dying to meet you, like, I swear, if they keep pestering me about it, I was going to actually go insane. On some Joker type shit."

Freddy laughed at your last remark, but as we all know, the boy is quick-witted and smart-mouthed, so it was always easy for him to launch off of literally anything you say with a teasing remark that... sometimes you swore was him actually flirting. But, you couldn't be too sure. You didn't wanna ruin a good thing.

(You say as you literally bring him home to your parent/guardian(s) as if that's not the literal thing you do when-...nvm).

"Oh, so you've been gassing me up, huh~? Cute, cute... D'you tell them how much I adore you? Wouldn't want them thinking I'm neglecting you or anything." "Stop it." You giggled, nudging at his shoulder before pulling out your house key.

Freddy didn't exactly know what he expected upon entering your household. He supposed it'd reflect yourself. Colorful and creative, lots of little knick-knacks and trinkets, endless amounts of stuff to fill any empty space... At the very, very, fantasy like most, your house would be some foreign cottage in the woods that resembled a lot like the witche's candy house from the Hansel & Gretel tale (before it rotted, ofc).

So naturally, he was a little thrown off to find it was his very least thoughts that had come to play, the house almost gray compared to you. White walls, furniture organized hyper-symmetrically, every last item in its very clear-cut place. Not a spec of dust or dirt, not a thing out of place... and quiet. Almost eerily so. Well, maybe not. It could just be the fact that he wasn't used to seeing and hearing a house as such, given his living situation (loud family, messy-homey-actually looks lived in house...). But regardless-

"...I'm home!!" The call out to your parent(s) startled him for a moment, and though you did receive an answer back that sounded like it came from a room close by, it was almost like it echoed against the silence. Freddy shook it off. You didn't judge anyone or anything when you had first come over to his place, so he wouldn't do the same. If anything, they were just loose observations he couldn't help but make/notice.

But anyways- You lead him into your kitchen and there, he met your parent(s), who was quick to make a comment on how surprisingly "normal" he appeared to be. And usually, something like that might sting a little (for you, because like, uh, rude?? But dw, they meant it in a teasing/jokey way). But to Freddy? Normal? That meant the world, seeing as usually, most people couldn't see past his crutch, should they choose to see him at all. But he supposed the apple didn't fall far from the tree in the "non-judgemental" department. You must've got it from them.

That went relatively well, but here came the part you were always nervous about when inviting guests into your room...

"Woah..." The same way he was captivated by you was the same way he felt about your room. It was the splash of color amongst your house. Figures, all of what he'd expected of the whole/entire house would be crammed off into your one room, I mean, duh, where else would it be? It was littered with posters and trinkets and stuffed animals, clothes lying around that you scrambled to pick up and shove into your closet out of sheer embrassment. Even the walls were painted the color(s) of your choosing/liking, and my god, did you have so many different shelves full of things he wanted to mess with. He wouldn't, for now, waiting for the right time to ask permission before touching anything.

And then...he saw it. The corner of your room dedicated to that one specific, niche little thing you loved so much and based your entire personal being around...

The clown corner🤡.

"Oh...my god..."

You quickly spoke up before he could say anything more, the initial shock of your odd clown figurines, dolls, books, whatever the fuck else could possibly be clown-themed/related collection being enough for you to just assume the worst of thoughts he may have. "I know, it's weird. I mean, weirder than normal weird. But-" "I love you." He had whipped his head towards you just as fast as the confession left his person, a lazy smile etched into his features while you grinned almost manically because like, huh??

"...Excuse me😃?"

He shook the expression away, shaping himself back to normal as fast as possible at your reaction.

"No-! I don't. I mean, I do! Like, I meant it like, I love how you're like me, with the whole, "corner of the room being dedicated to this thing," thing. Superheroes are my thing, clowns are yours... obviously, and I love that. I love that you're me and I'm you and we're basically one."

"Freddy-..." You sighed, only able to laugh to yourself and at his rambling before gently pulling him closer to one of the shelves by the hand. "Look at this..." You encouraged, watching him lean closer to inspect some of the figurines and newspapers and other lose things in one specific place on the shelf.

"Oh my shit, that's Harley Quinn...!!" He gushed while you nodded proudly.

"My idol." You added, Freddy turning to you as you explained. "I know people consider her a villain, or whatever. Or that's she's crazy. But, I don't understand how that could be possible when the woman literally has a PhD and was an entire psychiatrist before she met Joker. Not to mention, the only reason she did half of the crazy shit she did was 'cause of that cunt-wad, so when I heard she finally emancipated herself from him, you have to understand... I literally love her."

Freddy didn't know how else to respond. Here he was, in your room, being one of your closest best friends, you talking to him (willingly, might I add, because even after all this time, he still can't even fathom how and why you genuinely love spending time with him and being his friend even though you remind the poor boy 24/7😭), and rambling to him about his favorite subject no less! And how it relates to your favorite subject! A combination of niche interests!! He-!

"I'm going to kiss you on the lips, (Y/N)." "Pfft-!" You snorted, the second confession catching you off guard in a flurry of amusement and surprise once again. But this time, he didn't have any excuses to back the claim up. Like, surely, he could easily pass that off as a joke or an intense way to say something along the lines of, "You don't know how much this topic interests me, especially coming from you, and it's making me so excited and happy and I want to talk/hear more."

But at the same time...

"What, like, actually?"

So now, you've presented Freddy with the option to mean it. For real. Which, like...

"I- Uh, like, only if you'd let me or you did it first or something." He laughed boisterously. "I wouldn't just do it without asking, that'd be craz-"

's m o o c h !'

You giggled. You had left some of that white and red behind on his lips.

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Okay, beyond this point is just some random other stuff I thought of...

DOING THE MAKEUP!!! Omg the way this boy BEGS you do his face the way you do yours, and girl, lemme tell you, you pop off...! You turned him into the clown-boy of your dreams, call that a Laughing Jack makeover/cosplay.

...*coughs*...ignore that, I had a phase, don't judge me.

Anyways, seriously, I think Freddy would rock the clowncore look so well, especially if you take advantage of his freckles and make them all individually a different color against white/pale foundation.

I also think he teases/flatters you by randomly gifting you trinkets he finds to add to your collection. So dolls he finds in thrift stores, or figurines he saw at a random strip mall shop, things like that.

Hella Harley Quinn discussions ensue, y'all love her.

Kissing him or him kissing you anywhere on the face is always funny because the white/pale foundation will transfer and it's the cutest thing. Or when you hug him and he's wearing super dark or super light clothing so your makeup is just smeared across his shirt and he's looking at you like, "😐" and you're looking at him like, "😕my fault bro🙂."

He also likes to steal some of the dolls/stuffies you might have, so if a clown is missing, you know that he probably has it. Y'all be treating them like your lil' babies, naming them and all😭. He sends you blurry, chaotic, cutsey type pictures of them and it'll have a corny ass caption like, "Jester won't lay down for his nap, I think you might need to come over and cuddle for a bit or something" yk💀.

Him stealing your wigs, too. And just literally any loose/baggy clothes of yours that will fit him. But it's okay bc you do the same with his when you're dressed down for once. He actually is so used to you all clowned up that when you're bare face and in one of his sweaters and shorts, you look like this cute little random girl to him.

"Who are you and what have you done with (Y/N)😧🫵🏻🙊?!" "Dawg😐..."

Ngl he hates sleeping in your room at night. He loves you and all of your quirks, of course. And don't get me wrong, he loves y'all children (the clown dolls n stuff)...but look man, they a lil' scary at night, just staring down at him from the shelves and shit and it freaks him out more than he wants to admit. You have a night light just for him when he stays over, though (it's a jumbo ladybug pillow pet you've had since you were like, eight, but the shit is so bright, it'd be a waste to just throw it out. Plus, it now helps Freddy sleep at night so win-win).

On that topic, bro has been jumpscared so many times bc you play too much and like to place your life-sized dolls around the house. He'll be thinking someone broke in and will be on the b r i n k of saying "Shazam!!" out of total fear before he realizes it's you just fucking with him. And is mad he can't do it back bc you're too used to seeing them💀.

Nicknames!!! Lord, this boy has some many! Just to name a few, "Circus Baby" "Harley" "Funny" As in he'll use it the same way one uses "Pretty". "Hey, Funny, you feelin' okay? Yeah? Okay, good." Also, "The fourth Flying Grayson" which you find pretty distasteful🥴.

If you post on social media, he spam likes and comments on all your post, especially if you make TikToks. He doesn't care what content it is, either. It could be you just talking about your stuff, it could be you posting little scenarios, it could be you showing your makeup routine, you could be making cringey ass thirst-traps for all he cares. You're posting and showing off your style? He's giving you all of his support and love shamelessly. He always does and will💙.

This was long but that's okay, that's just what I do lol😆.

Sorry again for my long hiatus, y'all. I do be struggling in this economy😔✊🏽. I hope anyone who sees this is doing well, Moon and I love y'all's support so much, it makes our day🫶🏽!

~ Star✨️

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[elvesandlanterns]

Ghost Helpline chapter 40

Secrets before dinner 3

Jack peered closely at the green vials, “No way, you actually pulled off recreating a medical grade ecto degecto?!!”

“What like it’s hard?” This bitch.

Before the two could start another fight Ziyad placed their hand down on the little vamps shoulder. Ziyad took over the conversation quickly, “This is great Wilbur, I assume were being given the test batch?”

“Well I cant just go around poisoning my patients now can I？” the manic man laughed, “Though I suppose I can but that would be bad for business.”

Ziyad held back sighs, he admittedly hated working with Wilbur but this was for the greater good. Magical creatures (half breeds his mind unwontedly whispered to him) in the mortal world needed healthcare, and they surly weren’t getting it. Trust came hard to them. Understandably. And while king Phantom was doing his best he couldn’t be everywhere at once. And even if he could be there would always be a sour taste at accepting aide from royalty.

No instead people were more willing, happier even to seek out black market healing guilds like Wilburs. At least then you knew exactly what the catch is.

“Im sure your clientele appreciate it.” Ziyads smile stretched thin. He really hated working with Wilbur, “Speaking of your clientele, when can I schedule my sister to see you?”

Ecto degecto was still in its infancy of being considered a universal blood type for magic kind, but for the death touched it was a necessity. A necessity they weren’t even sure she needed or not. It would be best to check, and Wilburs guild was good at gathering info on his sisters illness. It probably helped that their family paid him so well. Ziyad thought as he bit the inside of his cheek raw.

—- —- ——

Tims heart raced, his sister? His sister?!!! Tim could sill remember the first time he saw the Masters family. The were all gathered about laughing and smiling. They looked so happy.

She looked happy, wheelchair bound and attempting to run her siblings down.

He’d been jealous. Jealous and sad. And suddenly any thoughts of Vlad Masters being some up and coming big bad had disappeared from his mind and he sold his old empty house on the spot. As if the money could somehow be as warm as that laughter.

No no after that first meeting he never suspected Vlad Masters.

He should have suspected his son. Tim grimaced at his own sense of vindication. Guess there not such a happy family after all.

— —- ——

Jason was actually properly shocked at what he heard. …Was …..was this guy EXPERIMENTING on his sister!!! Green threaded to swallow him whole, how dare he! How dare he hurt someone like that! Hurt his family! Hurt a kid.

Holy shit the kid!

Was the kid his sister?? They needed to intervene now!

This sick fuck is going down.

—- —- —-

Jack wasn’t named after anyone in particular. Violet had renamed him far before she had met the Masters family. Far before they knew. /that/ story. Before any of the kids knew about any of the stories that came before them and by then the name Jack had stuck. But being called Red, even as a code name, felt special in its own way.

Violet and Red like a ridiculous beautiful color combination a pair idiots would make up. And they did. Violet, Konstelacio and Red, Jack. The first time around he had been named Jack because it was common, grounding, easy to play off as foreigner trying to fit in. It was practical. But Red? Red was like roses and hearts and blood and Violet. Like being renamed to compliment her entirely. It made him feel secure.

Now if only it also wasn’t also so common.

“It’s Red —-Red——!”

What ?

All Jack heard was his own name as he tripped over the side of a table clutching his stomach as a bullet wizzed by. Crying out as the bond between him and Violet chooses right then and there to flare up terribly.

“Red!”

“Kid! Oh my gods they shot Red!”

—- —- —-

Ziyad feels something off. Gotham was full of shades and shadows and spirts. He had grown use to the felling of being watched but this felt different. Different he scoured the warehouse turning his eyes up the window just as glass shatters to the ground, damn it, “Its Red Hood and Red Robin!! Get down!” He cant reach Jack before he falls yelping in pain clutching his side, he can hear Wilburs yell clearly too clearly, “Kid! Oh my gods! They shot Red!”

He’ll think about how horrible he is later. Later in bed he’ll think about what Reds blood hands and never seeing that kid in the kitchen at fucking midnight ever again. How he’d never get to hear him and — argue over mechanics and science ever again. Later he’ll think about how lucky they all are to not be mortal. Later, later Ziyad will tear himself apart over his piss poor decision making.

But in the moment all he can think about as he sees the kid get shot is, ‘shit, Violets never going to forgive me.’

He doesn’t think at all as Red Hood rounds closer to them, doesn’t pull back his punch because whoever this guy is he is most defiantly not mortal. Not anymore. And while Ziyad might not be a halfa, he is also defiantly not mortal. He doesn’t think and punched Red Hoods helmet hard enough to crack it.

—- —- —-

Jason is momentarily thrown at the shout of “Oh my gods! They shot Red!” Whipping his head around to look at Tim. Tim whose throat he cut, Tim who he hurt and ignored and mistreated. He looks for only a second and a second is all the man needs to get one over on him.

Gripping his head Jason dodges a kick rights himself back up. The kid is on the floor behind them, shes on the floor. Just like Tim. Jason hadn’t been aiming at her. He didn’t mean to.

Swing. The bastard doesn’t let up for a minute and it takes too long for him to realize the space growing between them and the kid until its to late. Beanie guy throwing various liquids at Red Robin as he yanks the pink teen up harshly and makes a dash for it. Whatever he threw at Tim is turning to smoke, odviscating his view of the man he’s fighting.

All he can see is green eyes. All Jason can hear is Tim choking on smoke. On his own blood. On the blood Jason put there.

Oh it is on!

—- —- ——

The vigilantes take stalk of their surroundings. The men had run off with the case of lazerous water but several crates remained, Marked with letters SBS. Tim walked over to the closest one, he had work to do.

He does his best to block out the sound of Jason behind him, he cant do this right now. He cant. Focus on the case. Focus on the case. This was way bigger than the initial drug ring he assumed it would be and he needed as much info as he could get.

“I need an explanation Tim! And I need one now.” He heard his brother growled out, lovely.

Ignoring his questions he pried the top of the box open. What the hell. What the actual hell? This wasn’t drugs or lazerous water this was so much worse.

“Jason shut up.”

“Fuck no you -“

“Jason shut up and look.”

The crate was insulated, cold. And filled with blood bags.

[thebibliophilevigilante]

Under the Red Hood

Name: Jason Todd

Alias: Robin, Red Hood, Batman, Arkham Knight

Hair Color: Onyx with a tuft of white streaked through his bangs

Eye Color: Teal

Powers and abilities :

Peak Physical Condition: By matching his former mentor in combat he has proven that he is physically superior to most Olympic athletes, just as Batman is. His strength, reflexes, stamina, and endurance are roughly comparable to that of Dick Grayson, though his litheness is not.

Master Martial Artist: Jason is a highly skilled combatant trained by Batman. Although he was always more of a brawler as Robin, following his resurrection, he gained more training and demonstrated himself to be far more skilled than before. This is shown when he fought his former mentor and Nightwing to a standstill, when Jason held his own against the Green Arrow in a sword fight, and when he overpowered Tim Drake at Titans Tower.

Skilled Acrobat: In his training as Robin, he had been taught acrobatics and gymnastics routines.

Skilled Swordsman: Jason has been shown to be skilled enough to hold his own against the Green Arrow in a sword fight until he ultimately lost.

Skilled detective: Jason has shown some skill as a detective most notably in Outsiders#44 and #45.

Multi-Lingual: Taught by Batman, Jason is fluent in several languages having spoken English, French, German, Italian and various others with Russian being his weakest.

Polymath: After be adopted by Bruce, Jason received excellent education and tutoring from both private tutors and Bruce thus, has deep knowledge in many subjects, including Science, Math, Medicine, Geography, Criminology, World History and English. If you ask him his favorite, it would definitely be English/Literature.

Intermediate Bomb assembly and Diffusal: Taught by a world renowned bomb expert in Russia, Jason is able to assemble and defuse a wide variety of conventical explosive devices, from improvised to military grade designs. It is yet to be determined whether or not he can diffuse Nuclear devices, in contrast to Batman and Damian’s demonstrated ability.

Vehicular Driver: Jason has driven a variety of vehicles from cars and boats, to being trained in the Middle East by an ace pilot to fly helicopters. His main vehicle of choice is a motorbike.

Strength Level: peak for a 6-foot, 225-pound young man with rigorous physical exercise.

Equipment: His Red Hood costume consists of charcoal-colored cargo pants, a charcoal-colored Kevlar chest plate, a cognac leather jacket, and of course, his iconic red helmet that modulates his voice. His weapon of choice would be his Beretta, but he has other tools in his arsenal as well. Batman was always known for being a walking armory, and Jason learned from the best.

Weaknesses: None…not like he’d disclose, anyway.

((Information gathered from Batman Wikia))

Main Background: Jason Peter Todd was born on August 16, 1986 to Catherine and Willis Todd. Willis was an alcoholic, abusive husband and father and eventually went to jail because of it along with the fact he used/dealt drugs and was a hired hand for Two-Face. Catherine was a drug user herself, and was eventually given an overdose (theory is by the Joker to get Jay out of his house or something along those lines). Jason thought her dead and lived on the streets of Gotham, until one dark night. He was stealing the tires off the infamous Batmobile when Batman caught him and took him under his wing. Jason eventually became known as the second Robin and remained such until he was 17. He found out Catherine was still alive somewhere in the Middle East, and he set out to find her. It turned out to be a cruel trap his mother was in on with Joker. Jason was beaten with a crowbar to within an inch of his life and then trapped with his mother, until the place exploded. He died of asphyxiation due to smoke inhalation that day, April 27, 2003.

Grief-stricken and heartbroken, Bruce had him buried at the cemetery on Wayne Manor. The only problem was, Jason wasn’t really dead. He had to claw his way out of his own grave, bleeding, wet and dirty. He ran away until he came across this bakery, breaking in to grab himself a loaf of bread due to the overwhelming starvation. That’s when Talia al Ghul, master assassin daughter of Ra’s al Ghul, found him and took him to the Lazarus Pit where her own father bathed to remain youthful. Jason was completely healed…physically. The Pit was a gift and a curse, giving him new life but warping his mind. He trained under the al Ghuls and the All Caste for several years, learning the ways of the master assassins before returning to Gotham and taking up the mantle of Red Hood.

[coupleoffanfics]

Idea Ranting or something about y/n’s friend.

First Post — Second Post

Warning: Has not been proofread and you can probably tell.

I'm thinking that y/n would have one friend. They're so close and hanging out together all the time that her friend's parents basically see y/n as their second child. Girl needs normal love and affection and there's no way she's getting that from the batfamily.

Thinking of a name and personality for y/n's friend is kinda difficult. Just ended up going with Eleanor. It sounds strong, elegant, and Victorian. For the last name, maybe Spencer. Idk. For Eleanor's personality I'm thinking of something bold and caring. I just like the mental image of y/n hiding behind her bestie for help. It would also be a good contrast between y/n's meekness.

Eleanor's nickname is Norah. Yes, I'm bringing this up now because Norah is shorter to write.

y/n and Norah probably meet at school. Since y/n goes to Gotham Academy which is a private school, Norah's parents are probably lawyers, doctors, or something. There wasn't anything in particular that brought them together, they just hung out. Seeing how Norah wasn't intimidated or enamored by the fact that y/n was a Wayne was also a plus.

They were friends, but not best friends until y/n quit vigilantism. Of course Norah knew nothing of that part of y/n's life. y/n suddenly had more time to hangout and had sleepovers. Everything was fine until Norah started noticing how much y/n was at her house and never at her own.

It wasn't like y/n living in her house was a problem. Norah liked y/n, she was an only child and didn't mind. Her parents enjoyed her company as well. It just worried Norah.

She was half debating on going to y/n's adopted brother, Tim, to ask if y/n got into a fight with her family but quickly shut down that idea. It would have been weird to ask and it wasn't like it was her place to know. Plus she rarely sees Tim at school considering he skipped a grade, so they rarely interacted.

Since y/n was basically sleeping at Norah's house every 3 to 5 nights, Norah and her family basically got a bunk bed. That way y/n wouldn't have to sleep on the couch anymore.

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"Oh, when did you get a bunk bed?" y/n asked as she entered the room. "Just last weekend. Me and my dad were struggling to put it together for a few hours." Norah chuckled while y/n was still perplexed.

It seemed like y/n was struggling to ask something. The sudden change in the room reminded her that she didn't need an answer to the question of why. It wasn't her home. That reminder made her reflect on her time here. How much time she spent here, how she was too comfortable here. The idea of her getting comfortable in a house that was not hers made her feel selfish and ashamed. She hoped that she wasn't too much of a nuisance to her friend and her parents. She'd probably try to back off and make sure not to cross this line again.

Yet Norah and her parents felt that there was no line crossed. As Norah turned on the TV she explained to y/n, "Since you sleepover so often I thought it'd be better if you know, sleep on a bed and not the couch. Now what do you feel like watching tonight? I know you like horror movies, but I was thinking of an action movie."

The [hair color] haired girl tuned out what Norah was saying. She felt, well she wasn't sure what she was feeling. All she knew was she didn't want to be an inconvenience or anything to the people that were so kind to her. She'd speak up completely disregarding the one sided conversation about what movie they were going to watch. "You, um…You didn't have to do that, you know."

Seeing how y/n's [eye color] eyes shifted away from Norah and her lips slightly moving to the right, Norah knew there was something bothering her. And she had an idea of what it was. In her opinion, y/n kneeled down to everyone, even to those who don't deserve it. y/n always kneeled down without expecting or asking for anything in return. Well maybe not expecting anything positive.

Norah shrugged her shoulders. Acting like this wasn't a big deal would ease y/n. "Eh, whatnot. I like having you over and I don't want you to not enjoy your time staying over." Hearing the little reassurance made y/n feel light. The weighted idea of being a nuisance slipped off her shoulders for a moment and would be forgotten for the time being as Norah distracted her.

The girl wanted to say that y/n shouldn't feel bad for having someone going out of their way to do something for her. But that would have ruined the mood for the rest of the night.

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When Damian came around y/n was noticeably more down than usual. Norah asked what was wrong and y/n's bottled up emotions and exploded. Maybe not exploding more like ranting and hugging a pillow to hide any tears just happened.

Not everything was revealed, but Norah never knew how low her self esteem was. How much she felt like an outsider in what was supposed to be her home. How her father told her to brush off any cruel things the youngest Wayne said because he went through some things. How lonely it was living there.

Learning all of this made Norah pissed. She was seething in the bean bag chair while learning this information. This lil cinnamon roll was now adopted by the Spencer family Norah mentally declared. This was her sister and no one was going to stop her. At least not yet.

After that night Norah suggested having a journal to write everything down. Of course y/n took that suggestion to heart and wrote in her journal almost daily. If only they knew how that backfire on them.

y/n dating Xander Jeremiah, Norah didn't think too much about it. It did get annoying hearing her gush about him if his name came up. But she was happy that her social circle got bigger and that she was happy with someone.

When learning he was dating her because she was a Wayne, Norah was loading up her metaphorical gun. Would have hunted him down to scream at him if y/n wasn't in need of support. Kinda pissed that y/n still ran back to him.

Doesn't trust him after that and will poke fun at him. Calling him a golddigger no matter how much y/n protests against the name. He needed some payback, y/n wasn't going to deliver, and Norah wasn't one to let justice go unserved.

When Xander revealed himself to Jeremiah. The twin brother of the newest Gotham psycho, Norah lost her shit. Why was y/n so calm about this!? She shouldn't be this calm about this!

After Jeremiah got sprayed and slowly began changing, Norah wanted y/n to just break up with him already. Sending him to Arkham wasn't helping and who knows how long it will take to find a cure. It also wasn't helping that his physical appearance was making look like the Joker.

y/n was too fucking loyal in her opinion. Not willing to let go until innocent people died. Until he was just another psycho that walked Gotham.

Though Norah could understand where y/n was coming from. There weren't a lot of people that care about her or that she trusted. It just hurt Norah to see her best friend struggling. Grasping at straws.

Of courses she felt bad for Jeremiah. Sure she wanted to punch his face in for hurting y/n the first time, but no one deserved to lose their sanity. It was hard for everyone to watch everything spiral down.

Then his obsessive behavior toward y/n was beyond disturbing to Norah. His little cult and the things he was willing to do to get to y/n naturally put stress on both of them. She was determined to stay by y/n because she needed support more than ever. 

Things couldn’t get worse, Norah thought.

Then there was this other little rat named Jerome that would just not leave y/n alone. Norah was constantly fearing for y/n's safety because these two fuckers just had to torment y/n.

Guys, just fuck off. Leave y/n alone she's been through enough. If not then go get hit by a bus. - Norah

Then the batfam just swoops in taking y/n. Norah is confused and conflicted. One hand she was confused as to why y/n's family is caring about her now. On the other she knows that they'd probably be able to provide more security than her.

Gets weird vibes when visiting y/n at the manor since she's been restricted from going out too much. y/n's brothers were interesting- no they were weird and they pissed Norah off.

They had the gall to interrogate her like she wasn't y/n's best friend and real support unlike them. Her own family. Will go off on them on y/n's behavior if she just asked.

I would love the idea of Norah being a meta human, but idk. Norah wants to be a hero since she has a power that could help and y/n just sweating in the background. She doesn't want to lose or drift apart from Norah because of vigilantism like with the family. But I'm still on the fence about that.

I would have put tags on this but it wouldn't feel right I guess. It's more of writing out some ideas.

Also debating on how big of a role she'll play in the story. I know some people don't particularly like OCs in whatever reader-insert and it depends on how prevalent they are. I don't want to just throw y/n out to fend for herself. I do plan on having multiple endings and one being a good ending that has Norah helping or leaving Gotham with y/n. I don't know, I just fear that readers wouldn't like her. But for now I plan on having her be y/n's confidant.

[cryptidkeepp]

(tommy martinez) [THE DUTIFUL]. Please welcome [DIEGO LOPEZ (HE/HIM)] to Huntsville, WV. They are a [29]-year-old [RESIDENT] who lives in [TOWN]. You may see them around working as a [FIFTH GRADE TEACHER at HUNTSVILLE ELEMENTARY]. Poor unfortunate soul. We’ll see if they survive.

GENERAL.

full name: diego gabriel luna lopez

nicknames: die, lopez

title: the dutiful

hunter/gatherer: gatherer

birthplace: huntsville, west virginia

gender / pronouns: cis male, he/him

age / birthday: 29, december 27th

orientations: homosexual, homoromantic

occupation: fifth grade teacher

location: town, resident

status: single

family: angel lopez ( father ), nadia luna lopez ( mother ), guadalupe lopez ( grandmother ), juan lopez ( grandfather, deceased ), many siblings and cousins.

strengths: altruistic, compassionate, fair, smart, thoughtful

weaknesses: apprehensive, insecure, picky, restless, wary

character inspo: charlie young (the west wing), lucius fox (gotham), pope (outer banks), ted mullens (schitt's creek), ben wyatt (parks and recreation), gregory eddie (abbott elementary)

BIOGRAPHY.

just a couple days after christmas angel and nadia lopez welcomed diego into the world like a belated christmas present. he was not the first of their children and certainly wouldn't be the last but it was the same celebration each time. his family was big and loving and warm.

for the first chunk of his life, he hardly saw his father. he spent the better part of the year as an appalachian trail guide for those either wanting a sherpa or beginners. his mother was a nurse at the school and she spent weekends volunteering for school events or the local retirement home. often she would bring the children along with her so she could keep an eye on them and to instill a healthy work ethic in each of them. for diego, it was pivotal to what he would hold as core morals and values.

at the age of fourteen, they moved north to vermont where his father had landed a new job as a historian and his mother picked up position at a senior center. diego finished out school there with flying colors. he always excelled in the academic side of life, however his social life had always been touch and go. but that later blossomed more in college.

diego received several scholarships that covered a little over half of his room and board and degrees in early childhood education and psychology. he'd planned to go on to a master's program when he found out that no one had spoken to their abuela in years and they were beginning to get very worried something may have happened to her. unfortunately, the economy and other drawbacks made it hard for his family to check in on her.

that sent diego into action, promising the family he would go to huntsville before continuing his education. little did he know that his abuela was fine, besides some complications with aging and the real problem was the curse that had fallen over his hometown.

now stuck, he's taken up a position at the elementary school. he does like feeling useful helping look after his grandmother. the only real problem ( besides everything going on in town ) is she doesn't know diego is gay.

he's come out to the rest of his family and while it took some of them by surprise, they ultimately accepted it. it's a hurdle he plans to cross but it's one thing to come out when you have a safe place to go to if things but it's another when you're stuck in a town and they are your only family.

QUICK CONNECTIONS.

childhood friends

first crush

dates his grandma has set him up on

co-workers

friends

best friends

cousins, siblings, parents

HEADCANONS.

coming soon

[charliechaotic]

hii this is smth for me but i hope anyone would like- I have zero clue how to write batfam or gotham stuff, so please dear gods give me advice if possible <3 (my only reference is tumblr writing prompts, reaction videos, and the Dark Matter fic lmao- this is uh. basically the concept is my oc ending up in Gotham- So far thats all this is gonna be, but I hope you enjoy <:):

When Wren awakes, it is in pain. Agony agony agony agoNY AGONY AGONY-

It feels like he's drowning. Burning? Both? His memory feels so fuzzy. Where is he? ..What happened?

Everything goes dark again.

When Wren awakes again, he finds himself laying on a rooftop, staring up at the night sky- cast over with a deep pollution unfamiliar to him. It was a rare night in Relsia to not be able to see the stars.

He is quick to sit up, coughing up nothing but his own breath, tears welling in his eyes as he takes back in the memory of the feeling.

That color. So vivid in his mind, surrounding him- it matched that of his eyes, should he not have had the flakes of gold in them. It unsettles him to think about.

His body aches as he pushes himself up, hugging his well worn hoodie close- when had it gotten so torn up? It looked like he'd been in some big fight while wearing it, but he cant quite pull the memory up. He tries to keep himself steady, shortening his staff to use as a support. He has to work out where he is, despite the pain gnawing at him. Had he used his power too much? It felt like he'd been torn apart and pit together a million times.

He brushes his hair back with his hands, fixing his glasses on his face. "Id almost kill to see Merc right now."

He finds himself speaking aloud, discomforted by the silence around him. Maybe he could get himself to the Northeast end of the city and stop by. He had promised to stop by sometime soon. He made no promises he wouldn't be in incredible pain. If he could make it that far across the city, anyway. He manages to get himself to about two rooftops away from his starting point before the aching starts to bring him down. He needs to rest, unfortunately. Maybe he can find somewhere alright in the streets below- he can't seem to recognize the area. It looks worse than the worst part of Relsia he's seen in his life. He studies the streets below, trying to work out a normal way to climb down and get a look around- maybe he could sneak a ride on a bus or something. He's willing to risk getting attacked on one today. He sways ever slightly as he thinks, before a voice startles him out of it.

"Hey, buddy. Could you step away from the edge for me?"

He flinches at the sound, immediately turning his gaze to the voice, glaring with distrust at the source- making eye contact with a man around his height, but with a lot more muscle. He appears to be wearing a costume- some kind of 'super suit' probably. His outfit is mostly black, he exception being the streaks of blue- one being centered on his chest. If he were able to think any clearer, he'd say it looked like the way you add birds in the background of paintings in fourth grade. He'd find it a little amusing if he couldn't hear his heart pounding in his chest, still glaring.

The man raises his arms a bit, giving a reassuring smile.

"Hey, its okay. My name is Nightwing. Are you alright?"

Wren feels the mans gaze flick between his hair and eyes, taking a slight step back- further towards the ledge.

"Your name means nothing. I dont know who you are."

His voice comes out in a sharper tone than he intends, his words distorted in a way that almost sounds like a glitchy phone call, on top of the buzz of a voice modulator. He seems a bit surprised by his own voice, a hand reaching up to his throat out of confusion.

uhhhh thats the end lmao- i genuinely Just wrote this so uhm. hope someone sees it? and enjoys? <:) you can probably see some obvious inspiration from Dark Matter, which I completely accept drbrh- I really liked the concept! though how Wren got in the pit water is VERY different heheh

[theriddlerdiscordkitten]

Crazy Girls (Chapter One)

TW: Stalking, weed, thoughts about death.

Author’s Note: Hii!! This is my first time writing on Tumblr!! This fanfic is on wattpad if you wanna read more!!

Quietness, is filled in the library. No one is in the library right now, great for Alison. She's at the main desk, biting her thumb with her mouth as her left leg shakes a bit. 

She likes to scribble on her notebook, scribble words or scribble random things. 

Her outfit is her normal outfit everyday, a brown sweater with a long skirt. No matter the color is, the brown sweater goes with it. She works at the library as a librarian, of course. 

Gets paid fifty dollars each hour, right in her range. Sometimes, her job scares her. What if a escaped prisoner is in here? What if he's watching her right now? Planning her quick death with a bowie knife?

She would like it though, to have her life to be ended. She's not young now, she lived a shitty life, and her parents hate her with a passion.

She never had a first kiss, boyfriend, or her virginity taken, unlike her former classmates. She was the weird kid in her grade. 

She was silent, distant, and always on her laptop during lunch. She graduated high school in 2010, but never went to college. Her parents are rich and after high school, they kicked her out with thirty grand in her hands.

They pay her ten grand a month to keep her silent about them. They were, and still are, embarrassed of how their child turned out.

"S-She's like..A fucking incel, George! Every single time we try to put her out to the real word, it never goes fucking well!" Her mom raises her voice to her husband one night in 2010.

He scoffs, "Okay? I was like her in high school and you were into that! Some boy was into her probably!" he argues back. "We could pay a boy or a man to be into her! Will that hit your g spot?" 

By the three inches open of the big door, Alison could see her mom shaking her eyes, and rubbing her nose bridge.

"..Fine, I know you have connections anyways." She sighs and walks off sight of Alison's eyes.

Ever since that night, she fully knows why her parents didn't want to be associated with her. 

In her parents eyes, if their only child is private and not profitable, people will move their attention back to other popular families in Gotham. 

She feels a hand in her shoulder, which makes her suddenly turn around, scared out of her mind. It's her co-worker, Caitlin, her eyes widened in response. 

"Are you okay, Claire?" She asks the shocked girl. 

The question repeats her mind, is she really okay? 

Or she's just ready to leave this library and go to a bookstore to get some comics? 

The second question indeed. She nods at Caitlin's question, staying quiet as a mouse. She gets up and grabs her notebook, plus tote bag, and goes to the employee room to check out. 

A couple minutes past by and she's out of the massive library, putting her airpods in her ears, and "Crazy Girls" plays immediately. 

Fixing her hair as she walks towards the bookstore a few blocks away, the sidewalk has little to no people.

It is raining hard, but it's a normal day for Gotham indeed. 

Looking down on the crosswalk, she doesn't want to walk, talk, or to have eye contact with strangers.

Her long, white skirt goes down to her ankles, her brown sweater is rough against her soft skin. She doesn't wear a shirt under the sweater, only a white, thin bra. 

Running her hand in her greasy hair, getting more tired, and angry over time. She has a bad, but good feeling suddenly. 

The woman looks up from the concrete floor, seeing a construction going on in the middle of the street, and beside the construction, is the bookstore. 

She could see the 'OPEN' sign on, flashing every five seconds. "Fuck..I have to take the subway if I want to reach the other side." She thought.

Rolling her eyes secretly, she turns her head to see stairs leading up to a train, and it's beside a drug store. She stomps up the stairs, biting her lip as she sees people, but it's normal. 

Luckily in time, a train slows down, and stops. People come out of the train with the people walking in the train. Alison quickly runs into the train and getting a seat quickly. 

Setting the tote bag on her lap, she looks around with a emotionless face. It's everyday people walking in. Businessmen or women, a mother of a five year old child, and people just trying to go somewhere. 

As Alison looks down at her hand to pick at, Edward walks in the train, and grabbing a pole to hold on.

He's on his way to pick up a old, but goodie polaroid camera that he bid on a website for five hundred dollars.

On his phone, he scrolls through reddit, while listening to a encouraging podcast. "Listener, you are enough. You are a big, strong male who any female wants." A male says with a strong courage in his voice.

Edward puts his phone in his pocket, now looking around as the train slowly takes off. 

Alison puts a strand of her hair behind her ear, now picking the skin off of her hand nervously again. 

His green eyes lock onto her from afar, now watching her closely. "Any minute now, you can meet the girl that you want, you dreamed of, the girl you crave for." The man in the podcast says.

She feels someone looking at her, which she looks around in response. As she turns to her left to check, she sees a man a couple feet from her, staring at her. 

She stares back at him, making eye contact with the man. It seems like he's in his early thirties, wearing a sweater, a white collar pops out, and carrying an backpack with him. 

Then she breaks the eye contact, looking back down at her brown tote bag. He seemed a bit handsome to her, but she didn't have the courage enough to keep doing eye contact.

He looks away after a minute, feeling himself glow red on his face. He grabs his phone from his pocket to pause the podcast, then he opens the camera app.

Putting his phone against his chest, he zooms in to have a good sight of her, then click..He has a photo of the half of her face.

He has an hour until he has to meetup the person who has the polaroid camera, it wouldn't mind to break some time..following her. 

"Edward..No." He had thought, but it was getting to him. She looks like an angel, a quiet one. Her sweater was like his, but a different color. Her long skirt has some water stains on it, but he doesn't care about that.

Her brown hair blocked half of her face, it's like she didn't want to be seen. But she's asking to be seen by him, he knows it. 

The train ride is quiet to them, both of them had airpods on, blocking the sound around them. Alison is listening to music as Edward does the same, keeping on looking at her.

Studying her like she was a beautiful painting, done by a French painter. 

"I'm just killing time..Your tiny hands..Your crazy kitten smile." Thom Yorke softly sings in a song that is in Edward's playlist, he grips on the pole, and still looking at Alison. 

"Broken hearts of yours and mine, crooked teeth from empty smiles." Annie Hardy's voice echos in Alison's airpods, she leans back on her seat, and closes her eyes. 

They both feel the train go fast then slow in the matter of seconds, it's her stop. She slowly opens her eyes and sits up, getting ready for the sliding doors to open. 

She sees Edward, still staring at her with his green eyes. She feels uneasy, but she clenches her inner thighs. 

The slide doors open as the train stop, she quickly gets up, and pushes through people to escape out of it. 

He pushes through people too, trying to quietly follow her to where she needed to go. 

She looks down at the steps while she walks down, but she doesn't know that Edward's head peeks out, stalking her. 

Walking to the bookstore, Edward stays ten feet away from her, keeping his head low. 

She hums to a new song in her liked playlist, playing with her fingers as she walks through an alleyway. 

She needs to pick up something from her dealer anyways. 

Putting her airpods off and into the case, she looks both ways before knocking on a door. "..I-It's me." She softly speaks. 

The metal door opens, a boy peeks his head out. "Your usual, ma'am?" He whispers to her, which she nods. 

She grabs four hundred out of her tote bag, giving it to him. He nods in thanks before closing the metal door, she looks around nervously.

As she doesn't feel it, Edward peeks his head out, studying her. He knows the dealer too, he sells weed. 

The door opens again, which Edward puts his head back slowly. Eavesdropping their conversation. "Thank you." Alison says, "I hope that can be enough for your heart surgery." she adds. 

"It is, but I can't thank you enough." The dealer adds a chuckle, then closes the door. Edward peeks his head to see her, putting a bag of weed in her tote bag. 

Then, she walks out of the alleyway, past him. 

Twenty minutes later, she arrives at the bookstore. Walking in, she heads towards the comic books section. 

Eventually, he walks in, his head goes up a bit, and looks around for her. "Sir?" A voice calls out for him, which he looks to his left. 

"Would you mind if to try our sample of a chocolate chip cookie?" A female worker asks, which he just walks away in response. Now, nervously picking the skin off off his fingers.

He walks to the literary section, which is behind the comic books section. "..Where is it?" Alison suddenly whines, looking for the new book of her favorite comic book series. 

"I need it..I need it..I need it." He hears her whisper to herself, which makes him grow hard suddenly.

He covers his sudden bulge with his hand and looks left then right to see anyone saw that. He bites his lower lip nervously, "Stop..Stop." he thinks to himself.

This wasn't in Alison's schedule, on the website, it said it was in the store. This, now, messed up her schedule.

She needs to this find this comic, she's been looking for it for almost two months. "Fuck..Fuck." She whimpers underneath her breath.

That made Edward's erection worse, he starts to choke on spit a bit, and looking around. "Just grab a book and go." He thought. 

At the same time, they bought grab a random book, and walk out of the section. Now, walking to the cash register, she's the first one. 

"Hello! How's your day?" The worker asks her, smiling as he grabs the comic book out of her hands. "G-Good..Do you guys have the number four copy of 'Invincible'?" She stutters, the worker shakes his head.

"No, sadly, we ran out of copies. Do you want us to order it for you?" He tilts his head, she grins a bit, and nods eagerly. "Y-Yes, please." She forces a grin to the worker.

He smiles and moves his head to the monitor, "Your email?" he asks. "Alisonbates92@gmail.com..." She mutters, which she looks back to see..Edward, looking at her.

He's carrying a copy of 'Frankenstein' in his hand, his clear glasses are fogged up as he's blushing. 

She looks back at the worker and pays for the comic book quickly, "Have a nice day." she quickly says before leaving the book store.

Edward doesn't waste any time, he slams the book, and gets angry at the work. He's jealous of the guy already, even though he's starting to stalk her. 

"I don't have a membership." He grumbles, putting a twenty dollar bill on top of the book.

The worker nods and scans the book, putting it in a bag, and getting the change for him. 

"No, keep the change." Edward mumbles, before grabbing the book, and stomps out of the bookstore.

He spots her easily, following her from afar. Then, his phone buzzes, he forgot about the polaroid camera he needs to pick up. He looks up from his phone, to Alison from afar, then back down his phone.

He walks away from her direction, biting her lip. "Fuck..I can't wait. But google is a thing." He thought.

Walking to a bus stop, Alison starts to listen to music to calm her down, picking the skin off of her arm now. 

"Just keep breathing, just keep breathing." She thinks, trying to say that sentence in her mom's or her aunt's voice. 

Alison reaches her apartment, grabbing her keys out of her tote bag, and unlocking her door.

Walking in her messy apartment, she closes the door, and locks it again. Putting her tote bag on the coat hanger, she grabs her three important things

The bag full of weed, her new comic book, and airpods. She walks to her connected bedroom, throwing her comic book on the bed, before stomping to her computer.  

Sitting on her comfy, black gamer chair, she turns her pc on. It's around eight pm, hoping her favorite streamer is on. 

All of a sudden, she hears her phone buzz. Opening her phone, "El_rataalada is live!" the notification says, making her smile brightly. 

Ending his live stream, Edward puts his mask off, and grabbing his glasses. He pants heavily, Alison was in his chat. He knew it by her username, 'Batesisalie', and she loves to donate.

He got five hundred bucks donated from her, making him smile. He gets up from his knees and sits on his chair, turning his pc on. 

Getting on google, he's hunched over his monitor now. He types her name, fixing his glasses.

The only thing popped up about her is her instagram, the other ones are random girls he's not interested in.

Clicking on the link, he smiles as he sees her account is not private. Her account is full of photos that are random, mixed in with photos of herself. 

The one photo he likes very much is a photo of her, having a white bra on as she covers her face with her hands. 

You can see her hard nipples through the thin bra, making his finger lingers on a certain box. He looks over to open a box, his secret box. 

It's full of his private, dirty things, like lube, or a pussy pocket. But his finger softly touch his flesh light, he grabs it suddenly. 

Zooming in her bra, he unbuckles his pants. Pulling his pants, same with his boxers, down to his ankles. 

He's already hard, his cock is up, and against his stomach. His thumb rubs the plastic clit on the fleshlight, imagining it's her clit.

He knows that she would be whimpering, "Good girl.." he whispers with a smile. 

He's gonna have a good night..

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[just-an-enby-lemon]

[I have a silly idea of Batman recruiting Crane when he was still a professor because Crane was the best on his field and he needed psychiatric knowledge to help with a particular rought case. Scarecrow is already a criminal but no one knows who he is]

Jonathan: Can't I at least go back to my office and check if it's locked? I let my computer logged at all times and a student may use it to change their grade.

*Bruce sends him a look*

Jonathan: What? It happens. I was on lockup so Jeremiah could change his grade on former professor Strange's old computer multiple times. Now I always told him "why take a class on criminal psychology if you have such a weak stomach for Hugo work tales, Miah" and he would go "well my family has this Asylum" and our grades came and his was down and he was soo scared of disapointing his family. It's one of my favorite memories really. So lil old Alyce god bless her soul saw Miah crying and me failing to confort him and she always had a soft spot for Miah so she said "you know I heard that Strange never locks his door and his computer is always logged on" and at first Miah wouldn't do it, he was afraid of getting caught, fear is a very strong motivator, but you already know that, don't you, Batman? Stricking fear on the hearth of the criminals. Anyway, the best way to fight fear it appeared was with more fear as being remembered of the fear of disapoiting his old man was all it took to overcome his fear of Strange's ire. Long story short Miah decided to go. I of course offered to help and he was "you will? But your grades are good?"" and I simply reminded him that his weren't and he was "Thank you, Jon" and we did. We keept doing it the whole semester. I have no idea how Hugo never noticed... What was my point again? Oh yeah, this things happe, Dark Knight, and I pride myself of being a fair teacher. I may have being permissive of cheating as a student but never as a professor, I love Miah but we all known he would be better off teaching or working at the hospital, maybe opening a pratice not in Arkham and he wouldn't be if I didn't help him cheat. I don't want a repetition of that.

Batman: That's certainly a nobble cause, Dr. Crane but I'm afraid-

Jonathan: Afraid! We are all afraid. Now tell me, Crussader what are you afraid off?

Batman: *suspicious* Excuse me?

Jonathan: uh... *internally: dammit Crane that was too obvious* uh... bonding exercise *internally: nice save*

Batman:... Bonding exercise?

Jonathan: Yes, to help inspire trust and calm the body during a stressfull situation. I suppose I started to harshly what about you favorite color?

Batman: I understand that situation might be scary for you but I would preffer if you refrain from bonding activities.

Jonathan: *whispering* social interations make him nervous interesting

Batman: I didn't hear you?

Jonathan: Sorry, I'm a little out of it, I suppose, you are right is merely a bit of fear, it is a rather unusual stiuation. It almost fells like visiting Gotham for the first time all over again.

Batman: I imagine you liked the experience the first time though?

Jonathan: And why is that?

Batman: Because you stayed.

Jonathan: To be honest I find Gotham absolutly terrifying. It's creepy atmosphere, the gothic architeture, the almost permanent fog in the sky, the constant bad weather *raising an eyebrow at Batman* the crime. Gotham is a place where all urban legends are true! There really is poison in the water mains and we truly have crocodiles in the sewers and clowns wanting to kill you.

Batman: Than why stay?

Jonathan: Maybe I just didn't had anywhere to come back to or maybe I just like the fear or maybe and there is the real answer here maybe I just find the people of Gotham truly fascinating. How brave they are in the mist of everything.

Batman: I suppose.

Jonathan: Suppose? *he laughs* Only in Gotham you would find an old lady who would stand up in front of a deranged serial killer like Victor Zsaas and order him to finish his target already cause he was stopping the traffic. Or a kid who face to face with local terrorist Edward Nygma dared him to solve his puzzle. Only in Gotham a man would dress up like a bat to fight crime. We don't have it anywhere else. Certainly not in Georgia! It's inspiring. It makes me wonder what are the gothamites afraid of.

[itsagutthing]

Tagged by @waywardted @cowherderess​ and @broadwayfreak5357​, thanks friends!

15 questions and 15 mutuals

Were you named after anyone? my great grandmother!

When was the last time you cried? this past sunday when hannah waddingham showed up at a gotham FC soccer game just a week after *i* was at a gotham FC soccer game while i happened to be writing fic in which rebecca watches a soccer game. it wasn’t a full-out cry but i had a weird “you just have to laugh” moment and then i laughed so much that tears came out of my eyes

Do you have kids? not yet

Do you use sarcasm a lot? i think i use it more in my real life than online, where tone is harder to convey. in my real life, yes a lot

What's the first thing you notice about people? probably their outfit? 

What's your eye color? blue

Scary movies or happy endings? happy endings because i don’t understand why anyone would want to scare themselves on purpose

Any special talents? i have a good memory for random things like wifi passwords and locker combinations. i still remember my locker combo from 6th grade (25-5-15)

Where were you born? new jersey usa!

What are your hobbies? going to see theater, long walks accompanied by podcasts, reading, writing, baking. would love to find more things to do with my hands

Have any pets? no but i have plans to get a black cat and name him graham

What sports do you play/have you played? so many. soccer in elementary school, gymnastics in middle school, field hockey and track in high school, crew briefly in college 

How tall are you? five feet zero inches

Favorite subject in school? english and biology

Dream job? uhhhh a theater critic, the artistic director at new york city center so i can program the encores shows, working in reforestation for the US forest service, some job where i can live on a vineyard in tuscany without having to do too much manual labor

Tagging: i’m too tired to tag anyone but if you want to do it just say i tagged you!