#ic / gotham verse.

[thewomanwholaughed]

[ Continued from here ] // @gotham-crusader

"So you DO pay attention to my tricks? Awww Batsy, I knew you cared!" With a delightful smile on her face, she takes a single step backwards and with a display of acrobatics hops onto the barrel, crossing her legs as she slowly shifts back and forth. Causing the barrel to move with her actions. One sudden move, and it'll fall in either direction: the waters, or the floor.

"Well, you see, it takes time and resources to be creative! So I'm always plotting, scheming, pondering and designing! But sometimes I just want your attention, or that of the GCPD, or Gotham at large!! Does that mean I have to go and get myself a burn-out to come up with a new gag? Of course not!"

"It just means that we can turn to older laughs and give it a little twist, a little spit and shine! You remember when I did this last time? Well, this time, it'll be different."

"Nothing wrong with the classics after all!"

[malediictum]

@mad-hunts

Adam wasn't frightened, he'd heard of the doctor before hand. However he was nervous about the reaction his body would get, all stitched together. He just wanted to look like any normal man. A slow blink as the doctor entered the dingy room and Adam hastily started speaking.

"I'm well aware of how I look. I want to know if there is a way to make it better."

[dramatisperscnae]

@cxpedcrusxder (for arthur, bruce has decided to be a little shit)

It's a text, and an image, of Bruce posed suggestively in a way that really only vaguely keeps it from being an actual nude photo. Taken in his bathroom mirror, the cheeky grin he wears is enough to show he knows what he's doing. The text reads: {text to: Arthur ❤️} I miss you~ 😘

Of all the things Arthur's expecting when his phone goes off, it is definitely not that. He's certainly not complaining by any means, but he's never actually considered Bruce the type to do something like this.

Now that he thinks about it, he's not sure why.

There's a bit of a delay in his reply as he takes his time admiring that image, but it's no longer than a couple of minutes.

[text: Taku Manawa🦇] You realize I can be there in less than an hour, right?

[stainedpast]

The scene is nothing he isn’t used to, this crossfire is a familiar face (yet nothing in comparison) to the ones he witnessed serving back then, face never twitching a muscle at the most GRUESOME of acts on the field (and off it). Right here, he watches the man, studies the situation in an instant, yet he allows time for them to feel the weight of the CHAOS around them, to run for their life. When their life is facing an almost inevitable end, he rushes to their aid, calling for them to duck their head before he slips beside them, sharp gaze drawing targets on the heads of his soon to be victims.

Then they pull him, by the fucking cheek!

He could have stopped such an act, but he lets them be in the midst of the fear for their life; he doesn’t want to gather unnecessary attention and suspicion anyways, so he puts up with it. ❝ If you follow my words. ❞ He knows a nod at their question won’t be efficient to deliver the message, and so he voices his answer, the gun in his hand loaded and ready before he starts running bullets through a few skulls. Two men on the roof. Done. One behind. Terminated. At eight o clock. Down. That is enough causalities for them to be able to move to safety. ❝ Go! ❞ His face says how calm and collected he is, but he has to put some URGENCY into his words for them to snap out of any restrains and actually follow his commands. If they fail, he will have to drag them through the crossfire. An unpleasant experience for them, but an EFFORTLESS one for himself.

@dogtccth | cont from x

[normaltothemax]

@gothamsworn

Miles is up as far as he can go in the warehouse he’s found himself in, backed into a corner. He’s shaking. Silent, save for the harsh breathing and occasional gut-wrenching sob. Aside from the electricity that crackles across his entire body, electrifying the metal rafter one of his hands is braced against, he’s completely invisible. And while he appears to be the only one left in the building—the only one currently conscious, at least—what he’s seeing is an entirely different picture.

He’s not sure what happened. Not sure how they got here, but somehow Doctor Octavius and Kingpin are back. Somehow Uncle Aaron is back; back as the Prowler. Doc. Ock’s got him wrapped up tight in her tentacles—too tight, too tight, too tight, he can’t breathe. She’s whispering in his ear just how fascinating it’ll be to dissect him, to cut him open and pick him apart and see how he works, but he can barely hear it over Kingpin’s laughter.

Over their screams.

Uncle Aaron’s Prowler claws are out, sharp as ever, dripping in blood, and Miles can’t do anything but watch helplessly as one by one his family falls before him. Mom and Dad, begging for their lives before they’re silenced for good. Gwen, Peter B., Peni—all torn to shreds, staring up at him lifelessly. Noir next, then Peter Porker. The Peter from his universe is back somehow, but he’s swiftly killed once again by Kingpin’s too-big fists.

All of them dead. All because of Miles. Because he wasn’t strong enough, fast enough, good enough. All of them asking the same question: why didn’t you save us, Miles? He wants to. God, he’s desperate to, but the tentacles restraining him are too tight. He can’t move. Can’t scream. Can’t breathe. And it just keeps happening, over and over, in an endless cycle, Doc. Ock and Kingpin bringing everyone back somehow just to kill them all again, and Miles can’t do anything to stop it.

[byanyan]

ㅤㅤ" —hold up. "ㅤbig, dramatic arm gestures are what greet otis as he clambers up onto the rooftop, byan visibly recalibrating as they process what they've just witnessed.ㅤ" no way. there's no way. you jus' learned a couple fancy moves, that's all, right? there ain't no way you know how t' do parkour, i refuse t' believe it! "

⋆:°* ♡ @ratwhsprs ⋆·˚ ༘ * no pressure one-liner call.

[fractur3ds0n]

@playedbetter ( for azrael )

A rampage completed, Banner locked away in their mind. The massive beast sat on the edge of the building, watching the people beneath him like ants in the dirt. He'd heard the other approach him, yet he stayed. Unlike Banner, Hulk wasn't scared of anything.

"What you want?" The savage beast asks softly, turning to look at Azrael. "What you want with Hulk?"

[oftomorrow]

'Hey Clark! I'm in metropolis next week. Would be great to see you if you've got any time?'

Grace often forgot that most cities weren't like Gotham even if Metropolis was fairly close by. Somehow, the weather was so much better, too. No freak storms to cause mayhem this time.

She was looking forward to seeing her friend. It had been a while.

@grace-of-gotham

@grace-of-gotham

Life never seemed to slow down when you were Superman. Between dashing around helping people, holding down a full-time job, and planning his upcoming wedding, there hardly seemed to be time for anything else.

Still, the message on his phone made him smile. A few hours with a friend sounded like a godsend right now.

CLARK: Absolutely! I'd love to see you. What kind of food do you like? I probably know a place we can grab something.

After a moment's consideration, he added:

CLARK: No lightning strikes this time, promise ;)

[snkts]

"Where did those come from?" Red Robin's lenses are wide and fixed on the other man's knuckles. -(a lil something to say hello!)

“Hn?” He looks up and blinks. Oh, it’s another kid. He seems a bit older than the other one, but the outfits were similar. They smelled alike, too. If they weren’t related, they at least worked pretty closely. Must be the local team. 

Seemed like everywhere was starting to have one. Ah, well. Meant less work for him, in the long run - so long as they did their jobs. 

“From right here, kid.” He said, holding up a fist and extending, then retracting, his claws. With that out of the way, he looked down and nudged the unconscious would-be mugger with his boot. 

“Now, you gonna tell me where I can dump this bozo, or am I supposed to just leave ‘im here?”

[gothamvengeance]

@cinnamunspice // continued from [here]

She doesn't remark to his lips touching her hand. He had been like this... He had also never hidden his affection for her. She wasn't entirely sure about how to handle it. He never pushes, never pulls. It's exactly where it is, and he only acts within the borders presented to him.

It's why she lets him. Because he doesn't cross her line; despite her never stating where and what that line exactly was.

When Talmai snaps the book shut that her eyes fall upon the cover. Letting out a very subtle 'hmmm' as her only response to his description of actions. She had her doubts about that, but there was no reason to push the matter. Again: this was all within acceptable parameters.

His hand to her face, the cowl is unmoving; as are her lips. The matte black lipstick is also part of the costume; of the cowl. And she simply reaches for his hand and takes it into her own, pulling it aside as she takes a single step back and forces him to stand up. Being there to support and hold him when he does.

"I don't sleep in the cave." There was more to that sentence, but it remained unspoken. 'I barely sleep' was the missing piece of the puzzle. Lots of tea, and power naps spread throughout the day. Only when she had to play the Bimbo Heiress did she sleep to give off impressions.

"But I still have work to do... Surveillance reports to go over. And something else that caught my attention during patrol." She releases Talmai's hand, leaning in just a little as she cranes her head. Her eyes narrow, the cowl follows. Then back to indifference as she steps back.

"Your eyes are a little unfocused. You should've used the room lights and taken more frequent breaks."

Bryce steps to the table and extinguishes the flame with her fingertips. "You're banned from the library from now until I say so. Go to bed, Talmai. I will bring you some tea to help you sleep..."

[malediictum]

@capecrusade

A dinner party and he wasn't invited per say but he'd weaseled his way in. The food was decent, though he'd dropped something reddish on his rented tux. He grimaced at the people who surrounded him, in their fancy clothes. A sigh and he bumped into the other.

"Oh, sorry." He looked up, Bruce Wayne standing before him. Oh now he was definitely in trouble.

"I--" he stuttered, trying to slip away. "I'm very sorry." The drink in his hand about to drop as Bruce Banner looked like he was about to bolt.

[dramatisperscnae]

@cxpedcrusxder stop looking at me like that. i can't focus. //for arthur?

[Yearning prompts || accepting]

"Like what?" Arthur's leaning against the edge of the cave's pool, floating idly in the water as he watches Bruce work. Sure he could swim in the manor's pool if he wanted to, but Arthur hates swimming pools. The treated water aside, not a single one of them is wide or deep enough for him. This natural one in the cave isn't really that big, either, but it at least has a current running through it and doesn't feel like he's stuck in an aquarium.

As to the way he's looking at Bruce, oh he's well aware of that. It's hard not to, though, especially when the man is running through training drills or working on a vehicle or, well, anything that involves physical motion. Watching Bruce move is always a treat. Watching him without the armored suit in the way is even better. "Is it really my fault if I like watching you work?"

[stainedpast]

It all began that night—

It was not thrilling news when he got transferred to the Gotham Police Department, but he knew there would be an ultimate reason behind it, a one too secretive to even tell him until he was settled there already. This city, it is quieter than where he has come from, yet there is LOUDNESS to it that differs from any other place he has been to, it has it’s pros and cons just like any other place, and though the gloominess is something most would deter from, it matches him in someway, even Philip has joked about it a couple of times.

This city, just like some others, has its HERO too, a controversial one: the Batman, the Dark Knight. Another mask, another vigilante. He can’t deny having a slight liking to their ways, their BRUTALITY even when they make their victims bruise more than bleed.

It is the midst of night when the knight is fighting against a tough group of criminals with newly developed technology, a card they have kept hidden until the vigilante is already out and almost cornered. He is there, only watching, his presence could go undetected with how he controls his vitals like a puppet master, his own body the puppet with the strings attached right into his own fingertips. They live up to their reputation, but luck seems to run out fast, and they must be badly -if not almost fatally- injured with that BLOW, a one that also buys him time to step in, hoodie covering his head while the turned up collar of his turtleneck takes care of the lower part of his face. He is not trying to hide from the man with the mask, no, but rather from their assailants. His steps are light, almost undetectable as he approaches them, careful should they mistake him for the enemy— is he? It would look almost impossible for a mere human like himself to be able to lift the weight he does off their trapped body, but he makes it look almost effortless, only a deep breath as he gets it done. He can see parts of their face enough to make out their IDENTITY, but it doesn’t matter really; he already knows.

He knows too much.

❝ Can you move? You need to leave. Now! ❞

—this night, it continues.

❛ Police! ❜ His comrades take over the place, a one that is ready thanks to the Batman’s interference. Everyone is trying to find the vigilante, everyone but him; he KNOWS where they are. ❝ Roof is clear! ❞ He speaks through the radio, releasing the click once done. They won’t be rechecking after him; he has proven himself too good and trustworthy for that. Silly them.

@bruz3r : ❛ oh great, it's you again. ❜ | accepting

[normaltothemax]

Send 🫂 to just hug my muse. No reason. Hug them. 🫂 (stiles)

There are a lot of things Stiles never expected in life. His mother dying, and hating him for a good chunk time before that. Finding a brother in the asthmatic kid he met on the playground. Lydia Martin giving him the time of day. Werewolves and other supernatural creatures actually existing. Getting possessed by an evil fox spirit and trying to kill everyone he cared about. Actually killing someone he cared about. Winding up in New Jersey, of all fucking places. Somehow becoming frenemies with a vigilante/sort-of CEO.

Waking up wherever the hell he is now, feeling like hot garbage. Said frenemy promptly hugging him the second he sees Stiles is semi-upright. “Uh…” His brow furrows, confusion painting his features. “You good, man? Are you dying? Am I dying?” It’s meant as a joke, but then he realizes he doesn’t really remember what happened to get him here and ice instantly slides down his spine.

The last time he had blackouts he’d been possessed. The last time he had blackouts he’d thought he had frontotemporal dementia. His voice grows serious very quickly, a bit of anxiety leaking into it. “…I’m not actually dying, right?”

@49125 (x)

[byanyan]

ㅤremaining in place, frozen in the middle of shoveling items off the shelf and into their backpack, byan's hackles were raised. fingers of their right hand twitching as they debated reaching for one of their knives sooner rather than later, they found themself caught by surprise before a decision could be reached — suddenly, with no warning but the quickest movement of the other's hand, they were encapsulated. alarmed, they released their grip on the things in their hands and reached out to push against the bubble's wall.

ㅤㅤ" hey—!! "ㅤthe wall didn't budge, only rippled beneath their hands. switching to banging their fist against the energy field, their lip curled when the stranger turned his phone screen to them and they had to fucking read what he wanted to say to them. defiant, infuriated, and not remotely interested in trying to put in the effort required to make sense of his stupid letters, the teen simply ignored it and glared directly at his face.

ㅤㅤ" fuck you! if you got some bullshit snarky remark, y'can make it t' my face! but first, i'm gonna kick your fuckin' ass!! "

⋆:°* ♡ @violetsparkk ㅤㅤ(x)

[fractur3ds0n]

in all my verses bruce saved that kid from the testing site. he left betty behind after destroying all the gamma projects stuff. he's been on the run, pardoned, a hero, and on the run again.