#gotham world building

[shyjusticewarrior]

Gothamites are the most unserious people ever. They put crime lords in their happy meals.

[mzminola]

Keyblade wielders Dick Grayson & Cassandra Cain.

Princess of Heart Tim Drake.

[redlilith5]

DC X PJO

They say Gotham city is the most cursed city in the world and they wouldn't be wrong. What they are missing is the fact that it is also the most blessed city in the world by divine interventions. You see back when Gotham was being built some of the Gods needed a place to hang out and or use as neutral ground that wasn't Olympus. With a dart an a map it landed in a recently built city called Gotham. And thus years, decades and centuries passed by with the Gods using the city as a neutral mortal ground for whatever business or hangouts they had. This had the repercussion of curses and blessing from almost the entire Greek Pantheon cover the city and make it the city that it is today. Some of the Gods and their blessings/curses are as follows:

Dionysus: spread madness that caused the creating of the Joker, Harley, Mad Hatter, etc. Religious ecstasy and ritual madness that made Gotham have the most recorded (and unrecorded) cults in the entire world. He is also at fault for the dramatics of the mortals (theater), alcoholism and addiction.

Ares: Bloodlust, war, anger you name it and he spread it. Gotham is know for having the most wars occur in the span of 10 years. He is also a protector of woman and encourages/blesses the bats and birds on this aspect as well as provide women with the anger and strength to fight for themselves.

Athena: Also a war goddess but she also has a big hand in the education, architecture and had a hand at making the Court of Owls. Who Knows what her intentions where.

Apollo: He and Athena worked together as he is the God of Knowledge. Gotham city is the perhaps one of Apollos favorite cities because that's where he gets to let his darker side out the most. Diseases', chemical warfare the constant hunting of others. He made so many diseases and have improved the immune system of the citizens so much that the phrase "Gothamites are a different species of humans" is actually rather true.

Zeus: He likes being dramatic with his constant rain and the weirdly timed thunder/lighting that makes the bats and birds entrance more dramatic and scary. He is also often there for his law and justice domains.

Hephaestus: With the villains often creating new weapons, contraptions, traps, etc. you can occasionally see him there but he mostly just stays in Wayne's Industries tech department.

Aphrodite: Doomed love, toxic love, lust, sex, fertility you name it. She is everywhere but she also likes it there because despite the city being how it is the Gothamites still love their city and their people.

Thanatos, Hypnos and Nix: The family likes the darkness and ambience the city provides. Hypnos likes the background noise for sleeping and he can spend time with his brother (God of Death, it's Gotham what can I say) and in his mothers deep deep darkness that envelopes the city.

SO MANY GODS! I have many more Gods and how they contribute to the Gotham of today but the list has already gotten quite extensive.

Because of how blessed/cursed the city is whenever a world ending/apocalypse type of situation happens Gotham always finds itself as the last city standing because of how many Gods have been protecting it. They will always be the last city to fall.

[pwh3]

Sometimes it's nice to be a tourist in your own city. Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/pwh3_nyc/p/DBtVgbYOr3m/

[cluelessandsenseless]

[rowrowronnie]

he’s becoming a symbol!!! edward’s becoming a symbol!!!! oh my god!!!!!!!!! me when i become more than myself!!!!!!!!!!!!! me when others affirm my existence!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[puppetmaster13u]

I can't help but think that Waylon Jones is seen as super attractive in Dragon Omegaverse Gotham. Man is a walking tank with scales, fangs, and a tail even in human form and even ignoring that dragon form is a normal aspect of personal appearance to them all there has got to be Gothamites whose preferences run towards draconic over humanoid.

Oh definitely!

Any other city and he would not be seen well, but in Gotham, like you said, those that live there are just Built Different. And yeah, some people very much prefer more draconic forms to human ones. I mean, just look at people IRL lmao.

Not to mention in some continuities Waylon has protected a large group of homeless people who lived in the sewers. Which to Gothamites is Very Attractive.

So yeah. You're 100% right lol.

[fckbatmanhiskidsareminenow]

I have this hc that gothamites have a very subtle accent and slightly different slag from the rest of like america or wtv (I'm canadian so) and that's how u can tell that they're from Gotham (aside from the obvious paranoia, desensitization to danger, and clown phobia ofc)

the world building is just mwah *chefs kiss* 👌

[salparadiselost]

God sometimes I desperately want to write one shots for the au’s I haven’t told you all about.

[anonymous-bastard]

do u think gotham has bad urban planning?

- @underworlds-favourite

I'm not from Gotham & I'm not there a lot so I'm not super informed about the situation.

That being said, here are some pros and cons of Gotham Urban Planning.

I've started putting in cuts just because these are getting quite long.

Pros

The Wayne Foundation does a lot of good work, transforming the Urban Landscape into something better, getting affordable housing build, improving infrastructure, building third spaces, etc.

They are ridiculously good at rebuilding their cities, oftentimes improving it at the same time

In theory one of the best public transport networks in the country. In Praxis, it desperately needs more funding, modernization and it suffers from the frequent Arkham escapee attacks, same as the rest of the country. But it is still pretty good!

Gotham has less Urban sprawl than most American cities, and more high- and mid-rise buildings as opposed to just going straight to suburbs.

Decent rent prices for a city this size (more on that later)

Cons

The corruption in Gotham does not stop for Urban Planning. They don't hesitate to raze poor neighbourhoods into the ground for dick-measuring projects.

Bike and pedestrian infrastructure are still SO BAD in many areas of Gotham.

Compared to other cities, it's really lacking in terms of green spaces.

While housing prices are pretty great, the cheap housing is often complete and utter shit.

But as much as I hate to say it, Gotham's problems for the most part won't be solved through Urban Planning.

In general, a lot of the problems Gotham faces can't be solved with good urban planning. It can help mitigate symptoms, bad urban planning certainly can make things a lot worse...

[shyjusticewarrior]

[yama951]

Reading through a bunch of Batman and Danny Phantom crossover fanfics and I notice the "no meta" rule.

It'll be hilarious if it started off as a "no metas in Gotham cause do you want Superman pumped up with fear toxin?" sort of memo and it got into the rumor mill and it spiralled out of control into "Batman is meta-racist and a hypocrite since one of his Bats is clearly a meta" and Batman has no idea how to clear that up without throwing out a bad idea suggestion out into his rogues gallery.

[rubythecrimsonwriter]

As someone who has lived in the south where the water trough is anywhere from mildly annoying to actively terrifying, who has lived on a fairly decently sized island where it is indeed absolutely terrifying to be cut off from the mainland suddenly with little to no help from the government for an extended period of time--

After No Man's Land and all the issues that arose then, I'd like to propose the new way of interring their dead would be mausoleums. Possibly especially with Gotham canonically existing on a system of caves. An island made of caves on the East Coast that gets battered by hurricanes almost every year is just asking to get sunk a la Atlantis but its fucking Gotham and i think the Gothamites would raise it from the sea floor again out of sheer spite.

But with mausoleums you:

Dont have your son crawling six feet through packed dirt after inexplicably coming back to life

Dont have long buried coffins and corpses getting flooded/shaken/otherwise disturbed and shunted into the water system/streets/underground reservoirs (or Lazarus Pits, since there's one of those down there too, as if Gotham didn't have enough things wrong with it)

Continues the Gotham aesthetic

Have more places for various characters to have a private mental breakdown in

Have more places for various characters to find ominous warnings etched or graffiti'd on the walls

Have more places for things much older than the mausoleums have been En Vogue™ for to inexplicably appear and send shivers down the spine

The Gothamites are very firm about not really being part of the US. The US kind of looks at the South like we're really fucking strange, and the South looks at New Orleans like they've taken the South and concentrated it, carbonated it, and shook it really hard.

I want the same vibes for Gotham. This is their home. They are weird and stubborn to a fault and everything is on fire and the government is corrupt and the people aren't always good but nobody else understands. No one else ever could. Who else has seen the lights for rescue appear on the horizon only to see the light of death on the waters, ensuring no help would ever come? They are resourceful and violent and resentful but the gods won't help you if you cross one of their own.

[lususnatura]

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a song that i associate with my muse meme!

hiii, holly! thank you for the ask :D so, this one is going to include a song in it that i'm not really sure is very popular, BUT eff it we ball as they say LMAO (as explanation as to why i chose this song will be in the tags):

timbre timbre - grifting.

[awhoreintheory]

Welcome to the Circus

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The computers in the library were big and clunky, and honestly reminded Peter of the computers from his elementary school. Different brand, though. 

Peter pursed his lips, because… How is that name pronounced? Wayne? Like… Like Kanye? With a “W”? Way-an-ae? This is a terrible name. Why doesn’t this place have any Stark computers? They are way more efficient, plus a bunch of the older models just went on a huge sale.

Peter sighed, going to run his hand through his hair, but was immediately caught in all the tangles. He grimaced. He’ll definitely need to find somewhere to shower— and a change of clothes. And some shoes. Peter swallowed his groan of annoyance. While hygiene was, in fact, very important, Peter needed to figure out where specifically in Jersey he was first, and then where the hell Doctor Strange was. And then get Karen back up and online. 

Peter fidgeted anxiously as the computer booted up, the outdated fan spinning with all its might. Peter twitched at the squeak, the sound of someone grinding their teeth in front of him, and someone licking their fingers before turning the page of their book. Peter almost preferred the loudness of outside— at least then he wouldn’t hear every individual person's movement or annoying quirk in excruciating detail. It all blended together. Kind of. Fucking teeth grinders, Peter is looking at you. 

Peter’s eyebrow twitched in annoyance, the green only fueling his irritation. 

The computer lit up with the guest login, and Peter didn’t hesitate to open… Safari? Nobody uses Safari, what? And why did everything look so damn… Old? Jesus, Peter knew that Jersey sucked, but was their funding that bad? 

Glancing down at the bottom right corner, Peter got the time. It was twenty past one, and it was… February third? 2015? That can’t be right. It was December. Christmas was right around the corner. Not to mention, it was 2023, last Peter checked. Were the computers broken, or something? They need to put a sign up for that, honestly. If the date wasn’t even correct, was the time? 

Glancing up at the clock hung on the wall across the library proved that, yes, it was indeed the right time. His spidey-sense tingled lightly. 

Safari loaded up— after taking its sweet, sweet time— and Peter didn’t hesitate to type in; 

current location|

Several results popped up, all about Gotham, New Jersey. Bingo! Peter was in Jersey! He knew a damn Jersey accent when he heard one. That’s right, Peter’s that good. (Peter was bullied by a kid from New Jersey in the fourth grade. Screw you, Joshua Lopez.) 

Peter had never heard of Gotham, but he also could not tell you where Illinois was on the map if you put a gun to his head. Peter missed most of his geography classes while out Spider-Manning, so his chances were dashed right from the start. (Still passed with a B-, though.)

Feeling a little lighter now that he’d answered one of the many questions swirling in his mind, Peter typed out his next query:

dr strange current location|

[no search results were found] 

Peter frowned as the search yielded no results. He tried again, typing more carefully this time.

dr strange last sighting|

[no search results were found]

Still, the search came up empty. Peter's frustration grew. Where was Doctor Strange? He was supposed to be there, helping Peter figure out what had happened and how to fix it.

Right, fix it… They were fixing something. That’s why Peter was with Dr. Strange. 

What… What were they fixing? 

Peter’s eyebrows furrowed even deeper. That’s, like, super weird. The internet keeps better tabs on superheroes than S.H.I.E.L.D half the time. There should’ve been thousands of results, even with this clunky computer. 

Maybe his last fight wasn’t recorded. Maybe that would help. They could’ve just not gotten a hold of the most recent fight. Maybe it hasn't been long enough yet. 

spider-man last sighting|

[no search results found] 

No search results found…

What? 

What the fuck? 

That’s not possible. Spider-Man hadn’t been out of the spotlight in years. 

Peter’s heart thundered in his chest as his fingers flew across the bulky keyboard. His fingers kept accidentally sticking in his panic, ripping keys off in his haste. 

peter parker| 

Peter let out a small breath as the search went through, multiple links popping up. He expected to see his meme accounts, maybe May’s facebook page filled with pictures of Peter, Ben, and her, maybe even some stuff about how he interned with Tony Stark, Savior of the Universe, and… There was more. Peter should’ve been all over the internet. For some reason.  

Instead, the first thing that popped up was a news article by someone named Vicki Vale. 

“Child Abduction Epidemic in Gotham: When Will Batman Step In?” 

Questions swirled as green festered. Child abduction? And who the hell was Batman? A new vigilante on the scene? A furry? 

Peter had never read through something faster. 

This was… What? 

It was a pitifully short article, considering the severity and implications, but it seemed there was barely any information to even write about. It just addressed the surge in child disappearances, questioning when this “Batman” would step up and solve the case, before ending with a list of possible victims. That’s where Peter’s name was. Number twenty-seven of fifty-two. Peter clicked the link on his name, leading him to a separate site. 

There was a picture of him. Except it wasn’t him. 

It featured a dully smiling tween, with black hair and big brown eyes, decently tan and wearing baggy clothes. He had Peter’s same dimples and freckles, the same jawline and face shape, and wild curly hair, but his coloring was all wrong. His age was wrong. This was an eleven-year-old from foster care named Peter Benjamin Parker, but he wasn’t Peter Benjamin Parker. 

Opening a new tab, Peter had a new search. 

Clicking on anything relating to this doppelganger, the more Peter read, the more queasy he felt. 

Orphaned at five. Not from both parents, but rather from a single mother. No father in the picture, then. Instead of Peter’s dad and uncle being brothers, it was… Gotham Peter’s mom and aunt. May got custody of Peter after Mary’s death, and they moved from New York to New Jersey for Thor knows what reasons. This Aunt May never married, there wasn’t even a mention of Uncle Ben.

Peter pursed his lips in discomfort. What the hell kind of sick game was this?  

Clicking on the highlighted name of Maybelle Parker, Peter was disheartened when it led to her obituary. 

 May died in a building that exploded because of the Green Goblin— no, someone named… The Joker? 

Who the hell was letting a clown run around murdering people? And how had he not heard of a new up-and-rising supervillain? Peter would like to think, coupled with Karen and FRIDAY, that he kept well informed on the villain area. 

Peter clicked on the search bar again with a trembling hand. 

tony stark| 

[no search results found] 

stark industries| 

[no reach results found] 

the avengers|

[no search results found] 

thanos|

[no search results found] 

no search results found. 

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Oh. 

No search results found.

Peter’s throat was dry, eyes wide in disbelief as those damned four words taunted him. No search results found. Nothing familiar to Peter was here. It was like he was on an alien planet— 

Oh. 

Bile rose as Peter thought about those implications. 

Peter wasn’t just in a different state, he was in a different world. 

And, considering the likelihood of a planet existing, holding the exact same likeness to Earth, just missing a few key players, plus nothing on the blip and Thanos, Peter had a pretty good deduction of where he was. 

An alternate universe. 

Peter was in an alternate universe. 

The date wasn’t wrong. Peter was in an alternate universe, one whose timeline was behind his own. That’s why this body was eleven and not seventeen (and apparently dead). Because this timeline was six years behind his own. 

Which explains his father’s and Uncle Ben’s apparent absence in Gotham Peter’s life. A little weird, as Peter would’ve assumed that his life story would’ve stayed consistent. The other Peters’ had an Uncle Ben, and powers, and lived in New York. They didn’t have a Tony Stark, though. Or an Avengers. Peter #3 had a weird romance going on with someone named Death Pool or something, and Peter #2 had literally bonded with an alien symbiote-suit thing, so differences between Peter Parkers weren’t new news. 

 Although, who is he to say, out of the trillions of possibilities in the supposed multiverse, that his story would be the baseline? The standard for Peter Parkers across the multiverse? He had, what? Three Peter Parkers out of a trillion, statistics-wise? For all he knew, Peter could be the multiversal outlier. 

Peter looked down at his tan hands. Young, small, but still calloused. Still sticky with his powers. 

The longer Peter looked, the more differences he spotted. Was he even in his own body? Did he fucking… body snatch this kid’s body? What the hell? How would that even work? He’d need, like, magic or something. 

Hold on. Magic? 

Doctor Strange… 

Doctor Strange? 

Doctor Strange.

Holy shit. 

Doctor Strange had sent him here, to an alternate universe. 

Doctor Strange had sent Peter to an alternate universe because he made a mistake and now he can never, ever go home. 

Going home would rip the multiverse apart.

Going home would kill everyone and everything he loved. Everything Mr. Stark— everything everyone fought so hard to protect; Peter would ruin it all. If he went home, Ned, MJ, Harley Happy, Pepper, Morgan— everyone left, they’d all die. 

At least Doctor Strange hadn’t left anything of Peter behind for them to mourn.

Peter Parker was dead back home too, it seemed. 

Man, Schrodinger would’ve loved Peter. He’s the real-life version of Schrodinger’s cat. (A quick search showed that it was actually Schrodinger’s dog here, so there’s that.) 

Peter leaned back slowly, staring up at the ceiling. He counted all the dips and bumps from an uneven paint job. 

It’s wild to think the multiverse was just a theory a week ago. It really did exist. With alternate versions of heroes, new heroes, and some completely gone. They had names like Batman and Superman, similar to Back Widow and Captain America, but with so many differences. Peter wasn’t sure if he found solace in their similarities or their differences. It would’ve been amazing, 

Too bad this proof came at the cost of his home. 

The keys unstuck from his fingertips, clattering to the carpeted ground. Huh. 

The confusion, disbelief, hurt, disappointment, and anger all swirled together, leaving Peter feeling hollow and numb. Peter wasn’t sure if that was better than feeling everything he otherwise would be feeling. 

He needed to leave. 

Peter needed to clear the computer's search history thoroughly, first. He was in an unfamiliar place, with unfamiliar villains and heroes. He didn’t want to chance anyone finding out about his dimension-hopping dilemma before he even had a meal and a nap. 

He glanced at the mutilated keys on the floor and counter. At least he was still sticky. If he had lost his home, his body and his powers to top it all off? Peter would’ve had a mental breakdown to rival The Greats. (Like that time Clint and Sam decided to prank everyone by replacing all the sugar in the Tower with salt. The chaos that followed was legendary—Bruce’s smoothie exploded, Tony’s coffee tasted like the ocean, and Steve, bless him, tried to be polite about his "salt pancakes" until he couldn’t take it anymore and quietly passed out in the gym. Clint and Sam were on dish duty for a month.)

Accessing the computer's operating system, his mind working absently to navigate through the system's files and directories. He bypassed any security measures with a series of deft keystrokes. 

As he delved deeper into the computer's system, Peter located the browser history files. With a few more commands, he selected the searches about anything from his reality, things that looked out of place, and deleted it.

But Peter didn't just want to delete the history; he wanted to ensure that it was completely erased, with no trace left behind. He wrote a custom script to overwrite the history files multiple times, effectively scrubbing them from the computer's memory.

With a blank stare, Peter executed the script, watching as the computer's screen filled with lines of code cascading down the monitor. He didn’t stick around to make sure it finished; he knew it would. Mr. Stark had taught him almost everything he knew about hacking. (sans Ned’s impromptu lessons, but Mr. Stark.) 

Peter stumbled out of the library absent. Unthinking. Detached. 

Where was he going? 

He wasn’t sure.

It wasn’t home, though. That was for sure. 

He’d never be able to go home again. 

Well, one friend. He looked down at the metal bands on his wrists meaningfully, heart swelling with emotions. He rubbed the deactivated bracelets, trying to find an iota of comfort in them. Peter isn’t sure what he’d do if he couldn’t get Karen back online. The green promised something bad, though. 

Would he ever get another home?

He was a presumed-dead eleven-year-old in a crime-ridden city with no family or friends. 

He’d go back to the library another time. Peter would figure it out— he always does, doesn’t he? He’d just— he couldn’t, not right now. He needed to leave; to collect himself. If he’d stayed there…

The streets grew darker as the people dissipated. How long had he been stuck in front of that computer? 

Looking around, Peter was unsurprised to find he had absolutely no clue where he was. He could, however, feel the stares from people. Not the curious kind, either. Predatory. Which, fair. They didn’t know a full-force punch from Peter packed more heat than most locally sold guns. 

Peter could literally crush a grown man's head with his bare hands. 

Not that he would! He abstains from excessive violence. 

But he could. 

A couple of dudes across the street, all of whom had very rapey vibes if you asked Peter, oriented their body in his direction.  

Ducking into an alleyway, Peter, feet still bloody and shoeless, walked up the side of the wall. It seems, even here, the safest place was in May’s arms on a rooftop. 

Perching himself on the edge of the building, Peter let his abused feet dangle off the edge. The roof was slightly damp— it had probably rained recently. It’d likely rain again tonight, judging by the smell and clouds. 

Looking out, Peter caught as the last of sunlight left the city's sky, ducking below the horizon. Huh. That’s it? No sunset? Just— there’s light, then suddenly there’s not? 

Distaste, longing, and irritation rose up, thick and green. New York was dirty, but Gotham was downright disgusting. The sunset sucked, the architecture was old and outdated by at least a century, and it was so heavily polluted even the sun hid itself away behind clouds and smog. 

Peter clenched his fists, taking a chunk of concrete with him. He threw it as far as he could. It hit a billboard— something about Way-an-ae Enterprises— going straight through. 

Fat tears rolled down Peter’s cheeks. He felt bad, now. Someone was going to have to come up and fix the hole he made. They didn’t deserve that.

Once they started, Peter couldn’t stop them. 

Before long, tears turned into silent sobs that wracked Peter's body, his shoulders trembling with each heave of his chest. Hot tears streamed down his cheeks, tracing crooked paths over the contours of his face as they mingled with the blood, sweat and grime that clung to his skin. His chest felt tight, as if a warehouse was on top of him, crushing him, squeezing out every last drop of his sorrow and despair. 

He was stuck in an alternate dimension. His home dimension’s memory of him, of Peter Benjamin Parker, was completely wiped. It wasn’t even wiped with all of the people he loved still alive. Ben and May and even Mr. Stark couldn’t escape the curse of “all-Peter’s-parental-figures-will-meet-a-premature-demise-one-way-or-another”. Honestly, Pepper is lucky he left when he did; she was next on the curse’s chopping block. 

Pepper and Morgan, Ned, MJ and Harley, too, they were alive. Alive, with no clue someone named Peter Parker was even a part of their life. Maybe it was better that way. At least now they were more likely to live. Get into MIT. Have successful careers, even start a family, without the stress of being involved with some stupid, teenage vigilante. 

Just being a part of Peter’s life can cut down an individual’s life expectancy by more than half. 

The longer you’re around him, the more death lurks.

Peter gasped for air, clawing at his stolen ripped, and bloodied shirt. 

It’s why his parents died. It’s why Uncle Ben died. It’s why Aunt May died. It’s why Mr. Stark, Iron Man, genius of the century, Savior Of The Universe, died.

Dead. 

They’re all dead. 

And Peter was alive. He was their killer; their casket. 

And yet, he walked. 

Every day he woke up, and every day they remained dead. 

Every day, he breathed, while they remained silent, their voices forever silenced by the cruel hand of fate. Peter carried the weight of their absence like a burden upon his soul, a constant reminder of the lives lost and the emptiness that filled his heart.

Their memories haunted him, their faces etched into his mind like a ghostly tableau of the past. He replayed their final moments over and over again, wondering if there was anything he could have done to save them. Perhaps, if he had simply never existed in the first place, they would have been spared. 

But the past remained immutable, a cold and unforgiving master. Peter was left to navigate a world devoid of their presence, a world that felt colder and darker than his ever had before. 

Here, they had existed, but not as Peter remembered them. Peter couldn’t reminisce with a stranger in a coffee line about the amazing Tony Stark; he didn’t even exist here. May never ran F.E.A.S.T. Ben had been a firefighter instead of a police officer here. Not to mention his father wasn’t even in the picture. 

Peter alone held the flickering torch of his loved one’s memories here.

Peter looked out into the night, eyes trailing down toward the empty street below him.

But there were plenty back home who did.  

It was a shitty, horrible, and downright cowardly thought. 

Peter didn’t deserve that kind of peace. 

But, oh, how he longed for it. 

How he longed for May’s warm embrace. Ben’s comforting and wise words. Mr. Stark’s playful banter. His Star Wars nights with Ned. Watching MJ draw. Seeing who could make the dumbest invention with Harley. Morgen coming home from school and giving Peter three new glitter-filled art pieces of her favorite hero; Spider-Man. Pepper’s successor lessons and their quiet moments of reminiscing about Mr. Stark and May. He wouldn’t get to graduate with all his friends and remaining family present. Never get into MIT, like Mr. Stark. Like his Dad. 

He missed it all so, so much. 

Why did his stupid Parker Luck have to ruin it all? 

[batfamfixation]

I can't believe I've almost finished building Titans Tower in the Sims. I've been working on it for over 12 hours. I'm not even joking. I was originally using a blueprint, but then I realized the blueprint doesn't have a kitchen. Also the Sims doesn't allow more than four floors. I could only fit five bedrooms, so it's just gonna be the TV show Teen Titans living there.

Once I finish with this, I'll make an apartment for Barbara Gordon and Stephanie Brown, because that shouldn't take more 12 hours, and I need a smaller build after this.

I'm also going to make Wayne Manor (which will absolutely take the longest, since I plan on decorating bedrooms for all of his kids, and that's a lot), Arkham Asylum, a house for the Al Ghuls (I can't make Damian if I don't have Talia), Queen Manor (which reminds me that I need to make Sims for Ollie's other kids outside of Roy), the Kent family farm (which will be difficult since I don't own either of the farm packs), a Greek inspired home for the Wonders (Diana, Donna, Cassie), a Flash house (Berry, Wally, Bart), and if I'm not completely burnt out after that, then we'll go from there.