#jim gordon witnessing all of this like

[frownyalfred]

a scenario where both Bruce and Tim are out and about as civilians and end up needing a rescue from their respective Supers so Jim Gordon has to sit there and watch as Superman (fine as long as he's just visiting) and Superboy (near-identical to the former but says fuck?) carry the two Wayne family members back down to safety while simultaneously playing the "I've never met this man in my life! Just a lucky rescue! / If you even look at my human I'm going to go feral" game all the way down.

[criibibi]

Synopsis: After losing so much, Spider-woman learns to just keep moving. Only for her to end up somewhere far from home. Her first agenda is figuring out where she is, and how to get back. The only problem is that she ended up somewhere fictional (to her). Playing hero with Batman was not in her bingo cards this year. Hopefully she will be able to make it back home before she catches unwanted attention.

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Chapter 5 - No Time to Waste

It’s been a week and a half since the last power surge incident and so far everything was quiet. Too quiet for Batman’s liking. It definitely increased his paranoia which in turn causes him to be extra moody. The culprit? Whoever was behind the power surge in the Narrows. They became an anomaly to Gotham. Unwanted, an eyesore in the eyes of Batman.

And the issue is, there hasn’t been any news at all. No sightings, no suspects, nothing. Bruce felt challenged in a way. Something is in Gotham, living in his city and he feels like he’s still so far from discovering who or what it is. For the world's greatest detective is having a hard time solving this case. How frustrating.

With no news of another quantum breach, big or small, nothing. It’s frustrating. What’s even more of a headache about this unsolved case, is another thing that has come to his attention- thanks Jim.

Bruce started hearing more reports of a new ‘vigilante’. But there are no pictures, no camera footage, no evidence, just testimonies, occasional sightings and witnesses. Nothing concrete, nothing solid, just no proof. So frustrating.

And there is a pattern.

What he does know is that they are always quick and efficient, never staying too long, leaving once or before the police arrive, and it’s always low level crooks like muggers or thiefs. Respectful and polite (from those they saved) and they mostly keep to the shadows of the night.

Whoever this new problem is, is trying to stay hidden and Batman doesn’t like that at all. Not. One. Bit. 

Despite the Narrows being Duke’s territory, he is just one person who patrols in the daytime, so some of his sons and daughter help patrol at night. But it seems this newcomer has incredible luck and scurries off everytime they are even close to their location.

But this doesn’t mean Batman will just let it go, oh no. Of course not silly, he’s going to find this new vigilante and see what they are about. He’s going to evaluate them, judge them, and all it takes is one mess up. Just one and he will make sure they are locked up in Arkham.

A bit extreme, possibly. But he will take no chances, not when it comes to the safety of his city. Gotham is his to protect and defend, he’s keeping many eyes out for this intruder. Watch your back.

“Sorry to interrupt your brooding hour B, but I have something I think you want to know. Also you have a message from Commissioner Gordon.” A new voice spoke through his comms.

“On my way.” He replied.

“No, I think it’s best you go with-”

“I am fully capable of handling it myself just fine. I don’t require father’s assistance.” a third voice snapped. “I’m here with Kent, we’re fine Drake.” And the line was turned off.

“Explain.” Batman demanded.

“So you see…”

-

After the failed attempt at contacting Miguel, you spent a couple of all nighters in advancing your beacon. This time, it would require even more energy but now it won’t cause a potential blackout. But it will notify the bats of your location like last time.

You know you have to be extra fucking careful this time. You might have gotten lucky those days ago in not getting caught, but you know your luck is shit anyways and Batman is one paranoid mother fucker. Him and his wards.

You have to be very cautious in where you go and how you will do this. This new connector is a bit more sturdier than the lightweight one you made before, but this time it also won’t require you to be stuck in one place. Actually, your signal will ping in more than one location. It will bounce off the cell towers and throw a fake location. 

This will certainly tip the scales to your favor in avoidance of detection. Now, you won’t have to rely on your (shit) spider luck! 

All you have to do is to connect it to a phone or computer, and connect that to any service in the area and manually set it off- which you can easily hack. There is only one tiny itty bitty problem. Guessed it yet? No? Well it’s simple, the only problem is- YOU DON’T HAVE A PHONE.

You could theoretically use the library computer but with civilians around you is a big major no. You’re also pretty sure the library closes at like 8 or something.

No worries. You have a solution for this baby problem. Is it build one yourself? Pfft- fuck no. You don’t have time to build a phone and even less for a computer, you still have to tweak your god damn watch for fuck sake. So, you’re just going to buy one.

And with what money- I hear you ask. Simple. You’re going to make some. Time to become Spider-woman again.

Only until you have enough for a decent phone- you said. It’ll be easy- you said. Until you were proven wrong.

You spent two days hunting and defeating crooks, webbing the worst ones up, while the not so bad but are making shitty choices were let go (with the promise of hunting them down should they go back to doing bad stuff). Some advice here and there, pickpocketing criminal’s money, you know, the usual shabang.

Can’t forget you’re avoiding all cameras so as to not give yourself away. Though you almost got caught by the police once, haha. You never stick around long enough to get spotted by the bats or the cops.

Until one night, dressed as a normal civilian, you were coming back from a shelter, turning a corner and you were immediately surrounded by a group of thugs wanting to rob you. You literally have nothing, so the only thing they would be robbing is your backpack with extra clothes and your suit. And maybe like two granola bars.

You tried to charm your way out of this situation because first of all, youre fucking tired, two, you don’t have time for baby shit, and three, you’re about to start tweaking. Of course the five men didn’t take your sarcastic remarks lightly and decided that their knives would do the talking.

So you beat them up. All five of them. 60 seconds was all it took. So to recompense wasting a minute of your time, you loot their cash discreetly.

Unfortunately (or fortunately) a well dressed man popped out of nowhere, getting close to you and you warned him you would break his wrist if he touched you- he still came but didn’t touch you. Holding out a black card he presented it to your face.

“You fight well, kid. If you want to make money fast,real money, call me and go here.”

“Um, I’m not a k-”

“You’ll make hundreds.” He cut you off. Rude. ”And if you impress the boss like you did me, you can make more.”

Spider luck?

Oh well that got your attention. Eyes narrowed. “Fast money, how?”

“Did no one ever teach ya about ‘stranger danger’? It’s a fight club, if you will. A tournament if you’re interested.”

Spider luck.

After pondering it for a quick second, here you are, getting a card with a free invite to a ring, probably filled with big, crazy, and most likely wanted criminals, and you get paid to beat them up? Sign me the fuck up. “I’m very interested.” you nod.

The man gave a crooked smile. “Perfect. I’ll see you tomorrow, kid.”

“I’m not-” The man walked away and inside a white limo car. Fuck you.

So you went the next day. Making sure you wore your normal clothes, just sweatpants, a sweatshirt, and your face mask, you called the guy.

Meeting him was uninteresting, conversations were nothing exciting, just asking you your fighting style, can you take on a big guy, and whatnot. 

Upon entering the place (behind a well known bar) you were led to a ring, two fighters going at it. You watched how one was clearly more experienced than the other, while the other guy was battered and bleeding but still fighting. Blood spraying everywhere with every hit until he hit the ground cold.

It certainly is a sight.

It was that very day that you had your very first fight.

Stepping into the ring with no prep, no bandages, no helmet, nothing, this was a raw fight through and through, you were immediately booed and laughed at. Tough crowd.

Of course you were not going against a stereotypical big muscular guy that looks like he could bench press a tank. No, in fact you were against a young military deserter as your first opponent. Scars and all. Across his neck laid an identification tag (also known as dog tag). Christopher Conner.

The man in front of you sneered, laughing at you. “No way they sent me a kid. I will break all your bones. Don’t start crying too soon.” he cooed.

He taunted you and the crowd loved it. You, on the other hand, were pretty bored and unimpressed. 

“I’m not a kid…” you huffed behind your face mask.

What was able to be seen on your face must have told him that because he didn’t like being ignored. 

So he swung, a clear hit to be a knock out. You swerve.

This time he kicked, you parried.

He did not like that. Soon a game ensued. Hit attacking and you either blocking or dodging. You didn’t even need your spider sense, you got this in the bag, honestly this was quite sad. The crowd went from booing you to insulting Christopher.

“What the fuck man?!”

“Hit the kid!”

“My money’s riding on you dickface!”

“Don’t you dare lose motherfucker, or I’ll shoot you!”

It seems their insults were getting to the man. You on the other hand kinda started to feel bad.

“Stand still you fucker!” Christopher growled, throwing punches.

You scoffed, “My aunt throws faster punches than you Chris.” You can almost taste the bloodlust seeping from his pores. “Hey man, it's been three minutes, surely you can end this, right?”

Chris’s jaw clenched in anger. He was about to explode. A voice called out your name.

“Nada! Stop wasting time and finish it kid. Or you won’t get paid.” What? What a scam! You’re trying to entertain yourself too y’know, guess this will be a way to relieve stress.

Facing the military man you didn’t give him a second to process when you blew him a kiss and then a fist made contact with his chin, effectively knocking him out the second his back hit the ring walls. “I’m not a kid.”

The crowd was silent before chaos broke. Half the crowd booed and threatened the fallen man, while the other half started cheering.

With how unsatisfied most people were, you had to fight three more times. Each time, you won, with no scratches on you (you did pretend to get hit at times for realism). Each victory secures you cheers and hype.

By the end of your last fight, it was dark out and you were walked off by the same man that brought you here. “Good job kid. I know you were the right call.”

“I’m not-” A thick envelope was thrown. Catching it, you opened it up to find money, lots of money. “Woah.”

The man in the suit chuckled. “Like it? You can make more the more you win.”

Still entrance by the stack of green you nodded. “Same time tomorrow?”

“Same time.” The man walked off and you stared at the money.

“Booyah baby!”

You bought a phone the next morning.

And so it’s been five days since then. You weren’t in a desperate need for money anymore, so you cut your fights down from five to two a day. You still needed time to continue fixing your beacon. Spider-woman sightings have also significantly decreased the more you noticed the increase in security.

You were not taking any chances.

Walking towards the somewhat empty bar, you greeted the bouncer and headed inside to an ‘employees only’ door to meet the guy in the suit. He did tell you his name, but you call him ‘Suit’ in your head regardless. 

“Hey there Nada,” He hears a sigh from behind the mask. “Listen, kid, you’re one of my best fighters, but I need you to lay low for a while. Here.”

Catching a burner phone you tilt your head for an explanation, pocketing it. “Cops?”

“Worse.” he sighs, slicking his hair back. “Bats.”

Fucking spider luck.

Like a bucket of ice and cold water was dumped on you, blood turning cold. You froze in terror. You should have guessed that a hidden fighting ring would not be kept hidden for long. The criminals that you fought and were downright nasty, you made sure they were caught outside and far away from this location. 

And it was random from a list you composed. Enough to make sure you weren’t a suspect. But fuck now you have to erase your presense here. You’re a nobody, Nada, nothing. Guess it really is time to lay lower than low, like a ghost. “I won’t come back then.” Voice serious and cold.

He laughed, pulling out an envelope from his suit's inner pocket. “S’that so?” Handing it out for you to take, his eyes burn into yours. “Then I’ll just have ta hunt you down, kid.”

Taking the envelope (it felt thicker and heavier than usual) and placing it in your pocket you chuckled, cold, fake, calculating. “Try. I’m good at hiding.” Walking away, hands in pocket, feeling both the envelope and the burner phone, turning your body to avoid bumping into a familiar guy speed walking in. “I’m not a kid…” you mumbled to yourself.

You didn’t bother glancing at the man you dubbed ‘Suit’, real name Jacob Sullivan Jones. It seems it’s time for JSJ to have a run in with the Gotham City Police Department. 

It is truly fortunate that Jacob doesn’t know where you're staying. Although he might not know about the warehouse inside the junkyard, he does know you are not a resident with no permanent home. He had stalked you for a bit after the first meeting (the bouncer was so easy to spot really), believing you’re homeless, alone, and a nobody (someone who nobody would miss or look for). You’re using that (somewhat of a mis)information to your advantage.

Leaving the desolate bar, thoughts consumed by the written list of criminals you drafted and plan to anonymously give it to the GCPD. How you got the other criminals caught was simple, you always used a payphone and gave anonymous tips. That won’t work here. At least not fully. Knowing the corruption, maybe you should hand it to the one of the cops you know isn’t corrupt.

Now, do you hack the police and email it? Print it/fax it and send it? Or hand it directly but as spider-woman? Well for starters, the second option is garbage because if the right person doesn’t see it first, it will just get covered up. Hacking into the GCPD and emailing it directly doesn’t sound like a bad idea, the only issue is, if they decided to forward that information to the bats, you’re fucked because then you know they’ll dig in and somehow find out about you.

It seems like going in as Spider-woman is the best bet, but then again, the bats are real close, too close for comfort. Should you take the risk? But if you don’t turn these criminals in, it will stay in your consciousness of letting innocents down. Guess you have to suck it up and do it then.

“This sucks” you mumbled, deep in thought. 

Suddenly you felt your body freeze. Feeling your spider sense go haywire, you looked up and hard swerved to the side, avoiding bumping into a stranger.

It seemed that your sudden change in direction caught the stranger’s attention and the person next to him, both heads snapped towards you.

Hands out of pocket awkwardly waving in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry!” Taking a look at the one you almost bumped into, he is tall, with black hair and vibrant blue eyes.

Taking note of your embarrassment the stranger chuckles, looking into your eyes, “No worries! Nice reflexes though!”

The stranger’s partner scowled in your direction and you could feel his eyes burning you alive. “Watch where you walk, you buffoon.” Venom.

“Don’t be rude, Dame.”

“Don’t call me that. We don’t have time for this tomfoolery.”

Alrighty then, guess it’s time to fuck off. “Yes, thank you- again, so sorry.” You don’t even spare the other guy a glance, quickly scurrying off. Your spider sense hasn’t shut off and you don’t like where this is going. “Good bye.”

“Hey wait a minute!”

“What are you doing Kent? Our priority is there.”

Not turning back, you quickened to a brisk walk away from this nauseating area. This whole goddamn experience is so nauseating. You just wanted to go home. Was that soooooo much to ask? Regardless, you did not want to know what those strangers wanted, and you were taught ‘stranger danger’ and it certainly applied here.

After a certain distance later, your senses dulled into a small buzz as you turned a corner and entered the public library. Taking your usual empty seat, you let out a deep sigh. This was what you were used to since coming into this world. Since being yoinked from another dimension and plopped in this universe, your senses never really shut off. It was like everything in this world was a danger, and it only spiked when reacting to blood lust, danger of a certain radius, and people who are incredibly strong. 

Recalling that one stranger, who looked too innocent enough for it to be bloodlust, just that their presence caught you so off guard. But your senses screamed at you, and it terrified you to an extent. This is why you can never really relax being here, even when you’re alone in the warehouse, you just feel so out of place, and in danger constantly. It was beginning to eat you up honestly.

You miss your innocent youthful days. God you sound old. But you really do miss having a home to go back to. A home where once you step inside, it’s warm, and two people would always greet you like a warm embrace.

Now it’s cold and desolate, barely anything inside, empty and lonely.

But now, you can’t even go there anymore. Even if it was painful to live in the same home that had more members, then reduced to just you, it was still home. 

You can’t even go home.

Remembering the words Jacob Sullivan Jones spoke to you earlier, you fish out the envelope. Taking note of the weight, it was decided to open it and find more than usual.

Picking up a small zip-lock bag, your eyes widened. It was an ID, an ID and a passport. Just what the fuck was Jacob going to do with giving you this? Why did he make this for you? What were his plans? No, you can’t think about that. This is a blessing for sure, and you’ll take it- but, you have to put Jacob in prison. Now.

This is a gift and you know that with criminals, all gifts are never for free. This is a ‘you owe me’ gift. “Fuck, this sucks.” You just want a moment of peace.

Think, you have to think. Now you have an identification, but, you don’t know if you’re in the system, since once again, incase you forgot, you don’t fucking exist here. Whatever Jacob was thinking, you definitely don’t want a part of it. You’re going to put a stop to this now.

Though, recalling the two strangers earlier, you don’t bother with the rude one of the two, more focused on the one with blue eyes. Something about him just stuck out to you. He looked vaguely familiar.

Okay, let’s take this from the top. You felt a strong sense of precaution, thus causing your spider sense to alert you. Your sense only went away when you were a considerable distance away from those two, so you know it’s about the strangers. Bases covered, perfect. What’s next?

 You only really focused on the one who you almost touched, so let’s continue from there. He is tall, a welldefine body, black hair, and vibrant blue eyes. That’s all you remember seeing now for what you heard. His friend/partner/acquaintance/fellow party member said ‘Kent’, this could be his name or surname but the name ‘Kent’ makes your throat clogged. You only know of another Kent and it’s a superhero.

It couldn’t be…right? 

Turning the computer on, you started typing away, fingers trembling, heart thumping loudly, head spinning, and body sweating. Please, please, please, be wrong. You prayed.

The window search lands on a somewhat recent news. Superman and Superboy save hundreds during bridge collapse! By Lois Lane Kent.

In the photo, on the front page was a scene, both Superman and Superboy. The older one was holding a piece of a bridge while the other younger one was using his heat vision. This was Superman’s son. And you came into contact with him.

You were royally fucking screwed.

Fuck- fuck! No, no nono! 

All the anxiety you tried to lock away came like a tsunami. You were reminded of how small you are in this world. How easy it is to find trouble even without looking. You wanted no part in this world but it seems the gods wanted to fuck you over and over again. 

And, as much as you wanted to curse out the Spot for yeeting you far faaaaaaar from your universe, you only blame yourself for latching onto him and getting lost on the way to his next destination.

God this sucks! You wanted to curl up and cry, but you can’t. You’re a big girl and so, you’ll deal with this fuckery later. After all, your best trait was putting your issues to the side and focusing on the bigger picture. This- meeting Superman’s son can wait. After all, you haven’t run into any bats besides Signal- yes you researched him when you had free time (you only knew of him but not really who he was), so for now, your spider luck has been blessing you thus far.

You need to focus on the bigger picture, getting Jacob and the other criminals caught.

Getting to work, you begin to type away your list that you memorized, the location of the bar, the owner of the bar was still a mystery but the one who runs it is Jacob, schedule of the bouncer shifts, and the names and alias of those who you encountered as well as the situation of misguided teens. You type it all, making sure to keep your real and fake identity out, you did put in your alias Nada, as a picked up street kid. Enough for it to be a ‘misguided’ teen situation but not enough to catch someone’s attention unless they were looking for it.

Now that you know you ran into Clark Kent’s son (a deduction), you know you can’t risk encountering him as spider-woman. Knowing that Superman can (somehow) memorize and identify someone based on their heart beat or whatever, so fuck no are you going to parade as spider-woman any time soon.

You swear to god that you will do everything you can to avoid meeting them in both their civilian personas and alter egos.

Calming yourself, you get ready to hack the GCPD, and leave a message.

‘They know. Scatter.’ 

It hits you. The epiphany of why Jacob had an ID and passport made for you. They were moving locations. Abandoning fort, and taking anyone who they wanted. Basically a trafficking ring for those who weren’t onboard, and a new opportunity for those who they saw potential in. 

Shit, you should have stopped this when Jacob found you, but you didn’t know anything then. Now it could be too late. But Jacob did say to lay low, so they’re mostly biding their time. Probably erasing, hiding, and misplacing real and fake evidence.

They need to get exposed now, ‘strike while the iron is hot’ as the saying goes. 

It seems like it’s time to meet the commissioner of the Gotham City Police Department, James “Jim” Gordon, as Spider-woman. How fun… 

Way to contratic your fucking promise so soon. Well, at least it’s a civilian and not a hero/vigilante. “This fucking sucks.”

-

Damian scoffed when Tim wanted to force his father the Batman into his lead. It’s not that he doesn’t want his father, it’s just this is an undercover sort of situation. He got a lead when he went to interrogate a pathetic military criminal. He can handle this mission on his own.

“No, I think it’s best you go with-”

“I am fully capable of handling it myself just fine. I don’t require father’s assistance.” Damian heard Jon chuckle, most likely overhearing this conversation with his super hearing. What a nuisance.  “I’m here with Kent, we’re fine Drake.” And the line was turned off.

“Well that was something. So, what’s the plan that you didn’t want Lizzie to be involved in?”

“Focus, Jon.” Damian explained their stakeout first, before going to don their costumes. Deep in their conversation, Damian caught sight of one of the suspects speed walking past them. He brings this to Jon’s attention. “It's him, the mercenary Christopher Conner.”

“Okay, so this bar is the place. Let me check real quick.” Using his vision, Jon’s eyebrow furrows. “Next door is styled like a wrestling ring, only two exits. From here and from an office. This is the place.”

“Then we’ll change and apprehend the criminal. Watch and hear what he is saying.” Jon followed Damian’s lead when someone jumped out of his way like he was burning them, causing Damian to also turn his head.

“I’m so sorry!” Despite the mask covering their mouth, their voice of this buffoon sounded androgynous, their clothes didn’t help to differentiate a gender either. But what he can see were this stranger’s eyes, and he can’t look away.

It seems neither can Jon as he chuckles and waves off the encounter. “No worries! Nice reflexes though!” Jon makes it very obvious he’s staring hard.

Just what is it about this total insignificant stranger that caught Damian’s undivided attention? From what he can see, they look normal (can’t really tell with that face mask though), but there is just something that has him unable to take his eyes off of them.

Jon has the same issue, and Damian narrowed his eyes in suspicion and scowls. “Watch where you walk, you buffoon.” 

Jon, without breaking eye contact, scolds Damina. “Don’t be rude, Dame.”

Snapping out of this trance, he snaps back,” Don’t call me that.” That’s right, they are on a mission, no distractions allowed. “We don’t have time for this tomfoolery.”

Jon looks at Damian, as he too, regains his focus, eyes staring into each other as if communicating, he nods. They can come back to this after they finish their assignment. 

“Yes, thank you- again, so sorry. Good bye.” The stranger quickly scurried off.

Caught off guard Jon impulsively extended his arm out to grab their shoulder. “Hey wait a minute!” 

Damian acted faster, grabbing Jon’s arm. “What are you doing Kent? Our priority is there.” Pointing towards the bar with his head. This isn’t good, they’re getting sidetracked.

Jon didn’t turn to look at Damian, no he was still staring at the stranger. “I just wanted to ask…” He trailed off as he strained his ears, focusing on their heartbeat, their breathing patterns, anything he could to commit to memory. “For their name.”

Damian, too, side glanced at the retreating figure, dissecting the way they moved, their tensed shoulders, everything until they were out of sight.

Jon wanted to ask their name. Was that weird? Their situation didn’t require him to ask their name. How would he even go about it, ‘Sorry for almost bumping into you, hey can I ask for your name?’ Yea, no.

“Damian, I-” Jon began before getting caught off.

“I know. We’ll deal with that later,” His eyes narrow, glancing at the bar. “Focus.” But he too was entranced. But he was much better at pushing that to the side, but he knows he won’t be able to hold it off for now. The best he can do is rein in Jon’s attention to the assignment.

Moving to a cafe nearby with a good view of the bar’s entrance, they ordered some drinks. This wasn’t Damians idea but he’ll let Jon have his way for cooperating.

Jon nodded, getting back into focus, using his super hearing to overhear the conversation inside the bar.

His stomach tingles at the thought of asking the stranger for their name.

Hand discreetly on his year Damian spoke, “Drake, look into the time of now and send it over to me.”

“Hey- wait-” Tim was caught off guard, “What’s this about? I thought you didn’t ‘require assistance’ for this.” He teased. 

“I don’t.” He shut the comms off. Now, back to work. “What’s going on Jon?”

“This is our guy. He’s getting assigned to deliver a package. This is serious. He’s upset.”

Damian clicked his tongue. “Tt. Follow.”

Jon tunes into the conversation again.

“The police aren’t the issue. It’s the costumes that have been spotted close. We already lost a couple of our men to the cops.”

“And you don’t think that’s suspicious? We have a traitor!”

“You don’t think I don’t know that, Chris? Ever since Sebastian was caught by the fucking commissioner, the others have been getting caught like flies here in Gotham. He’s spilling, so I need to silence him.” 

“The usual?”

“No, not you this time. We’re leaving so I need you to focus on one more thing.”

“Is it about them, the one you want to recruit?”

“Yes, I want them-” a phone rang interrupting the conversation. “It’s the boss. Dismissed, I’ll send ya the rest later.”

“Understood sir. I’ll deliver the packages tonight.” The mercenary walked off, no longer as upset as earlier.

Jon, processing the information, becomes visibly upset. “They’re recruiting, and based on the conversation, it's the runaway and homeless teens that have been reported by the shelters. This is bigger than just Gotham. I think they’re leaving, moving somewhere else.”

“Let’s follow.” Damian’s attention was caught at the mercenary leaving the bar. “There.”

“The guy he was talking to said he would ‘send the rest later’, I think it will be on his phone.” Jon informed.

Damian absorbed the information. “We’ll follow and catch him red handed.”

“What about ‘the package’?” Jon questioned.

“What about them? I’ll forward the intel to the rest. We focus on this guy. The evidence on his phone is all we need.”

“Dame, I can’t with good conscience leave those vulnerable kids on their own.” Stressed Jon.

“And we’re not. The others will take care of it.” Damian replied. “When we apprehend the mercenary, acquire the intel, we go after this guy while the others detain their accomplices and rescue the runaways. They will all fall tonight, Jon, so focus.”

Jonathan Kent wanted to bite back, but he knows Damian ran this plan at least three times before bringing him along. Damian is just that strategic. And he places his full trust in him, god does this leave him unsatisfied. He knows those kids are trapped somewhere and if taking this mercenary and the manager from the bar out gets them safe faster, then he will do as he is told.

Something just feels out of place, this has been too easy so far. “Alright, he’s heading north.”

Damian nods, slipping away to change into his suit.

As if connected, Damian as well feels like things have been progressing smoothly. And when it comes to crimes committed in Gotham, when things are going good, then something isn’t right.

Ever since the first the GCPD have been arresting some low and decent levels of this new crime syndicate, news of some human trafficking organizations have been slowly getting uncovered as if by overnight. It started around five days ago, low level members were caught, and just two days ago, a higher member was arrested.

Ever since his father the Batman (he tagged along) interrogated him, he spilled like a waterfall. Since they have been cracking down on the case, they know this criminal organization is trying to get on the levels of Black Mask or The Penguin.

The only issue is, this was only exclusive to Gotham, now based on what Jon relay to him, this is just a small base, there are others. He refuses to let this go on any further. Not to his city, or his people. Yet, there is this itch in the back of his head. These captures were by far too easy, and these people aren’t sloppy. No, they had been operating for some time, and yet they were getting caught like moths to a flame due to anonymous tips being called in. Someone out there is deliberately getting these scumbags caught.

And Batman believes it could possibly have a connection to the other pressing issue that’s consuming his thought. There has to be a connection to the quantum disturbance from a little over a week ago. It’s just too coincidental for it not to be. 

Something is happening in Gotham, and he will get to the bottom of this.

-

You know, people say to plan for everything, thus making Batman a force to be reckoned with since he is the master of having contingency plans and backup plans for those backup plans. And yet, here you are, with a plan and life just wants to fuck you over and expects you to just deal with it.

No.

After coming up with spider-woman handing the commissioner Jim Gordon a list of criminals and misguided teens, you just needed to go and change. But here you are, running into a situation if you will. 

You see, after running away from Superman's son, and a printed list folded neatly in your pocket as you head ‘home’, you started to feel the icky sensation of being watched. Years of experience and knowing how not to tip off that you know, you head away from your place of operations and head up north. 

Though despite not giving signs of how utterly fucking tense and anxious you are, you rationalize that it can not be any of the birds because you haven’t done anything suspicious. That, and the fact that your spider sense isn’t screaming at you of danger so for now, that’s calming you down.

On the other hand, you still have no clue who is following you. It was like, thirty minutes since running into the super, and no call from the burner phone. This whole ‘being followed’ is a fucking nuisance, putting a wrench in your plans. 

The only good thing is that, since you are technically surrounded by civilians walking about, they can’t really do anything to you, unless they want to cause panic amongst the innocents. Though, that wouldn’t stop someone from shooting you if they wanted you dead. 

Still, regardless if you are wanted dead (highly unlikely) or alive (for whatever reason) you don’t want to lead innocent civilians into this, so away you go! Informing Jim Gordon can wait (not it can’t), you’ll lose your pursuer and then catch them!

Turning a corner, into alleyways, zig zagging, you hear their footsteps pick up. Persistent.

While running away, you form theories. We crossed out the batsonas, you haven’t done or got caught with anything to be on their radar afterall, it can’t be a random crook because for one, you look poor too, and second, they’re chasing you for a reason. Another idea was maybe it has something to do with Jacob. But that doesn’t make much sense since you just got a burner phone. 

Something just isn’t adding up. 

Your spider sense spiked as you turned down a corner. Despite this, you kept going straight, ready to take on whoever was going to appear in front of you. 

With a very good distance between you and your pursuer you took this chance to discard your mask and sweatshirt (thank god for having a tank top) ontop of a parked motorcycle as you turned another corner, there stood a man near the end of the alleyway, tall and (once again) wellbuilt, with black hair just standing there, phone in hand.

Quickly you jogged towards him (he glanced your way) and grabbed his arm, startling him. “Sorry, please play along!” you whispered and pulled him.

The stranger only had one second to figure out what was happening. In that split second though, he heard a plea for help. The next thing he knew, he had his free hand on the wall above your head while the other one was moved to your waist. Back towards the wall and having his big frame engulf yours, you let his arm go and wrapped them around his neck, pulling him towards your face. 

It's only then that you take in his appearance, handsome from what you can see, and your heart dropped. “I’m being followed,” you muttered, noticing the stranger’s eyes roam your face before settling on your eyes. “I don’t know who they are.”

The man in front of you nodded, kept in place as footsteps hastily turned the corner, running past the both of you. Your body tensed up watching the hooded figure stop at the end of the alleyway. Taking the chance to observe the guy, he pulled out a phone while looking both ways before exiting from your view.

While you were distracted the stranger in front of you pulled back, making your release your hold. He was quiet. “Once again, I’m so sorry! Thank you!” You nervously backed away, in the opposite direction your pursuer went.

He grunted, watching you walk back away. He opened his mouth to speak but the phone in his hand began to ring. He glanced down at the caller before looking back up. 

You were already gone, picking up your sweatshirt and mask, donning them on and running away. Your heart was pounding so loud, it rang in your ear. That was Jason mother fucking Todd. You ran into the Red Hood. What the fuck was he doing in the Narrows?!

Recalling the words Jacob spoke earlier, it echoed through your head. ‘Bats.’ That’s right. The fucking bats are intown, and this was too close for comfort. This sucks balls!

“Focus, focus. Officer Gordon, here I come.” To the junkyard you go.

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Jason watched the very pretty woman leave him with his thoughts. Getting pulled into caging someone against a back alley wall was not in his cards today, but with Gotham, one always has to expect the unexpected. 

Speaking of the unexpected, he let himself momentarily get distracted recalling the bold stranger from earlier. Something about this woman, rendered him quiet. But at the same time, he took note of just how anxious she was. Tensed body, eyebrows furrowed, worried expression, scared eyes, and over all the way she held onto him while losing her pursuer. He wondered just what kind of trouble found her. It seems crime really doesn’t stop during the daylight.

He committed her face to memory, and will touch upon her situation once he finished his current assignment. 

“You still there?” the voice spoke from his phone.

“Yea, I’m still here. I’m in the Narrows, following the lead.”

“Good, while Damian follows the mercenary, you got the manager. I’m seeing some suspicious moments. Turn on your commlink, Bruce is already moody as he is.”

“When isn’t he like that.” Jason rolled his eyes as he walked back to his bike that he parked further in the alley. Before taking off, he glanced in the direction the stranger went. Her actions and the sound of her voice repeated inside his mind like an echo, burning itself in his memory.

Prev; Next;

I realized everything I wanted for this chapter did not happen. So now it's split into two parts- oops. Side note, this will not be a yandere series, though I do think they get 'possessive' sure, not yandere though. I finally know how I am going to end the Act, the issue is the in between that I struggle with.

Yay, you met Jon and Jason. Next up are Cass, Steph, Dick, and Tim the only ones left.

Web Bound Secret Corner!

Spider-Woman had an eidetic memory.

Spider-Woman does not know about the trafficked kids.

Spider-Woman did not notice Damian.

If Spider-Woman had to choose between saving a life and going home, she'd save the life.

Spider-Woman's is bad at grieving and worse with failure.

[aingeal98]

Since I love using tumblr for batfam headcanons and plot ideas that I'm probably never going to develop fully, here's another one: Bruce offhandedly mentions one day that it would be nice if Cass bonded more with her two younger brothers. It's great that she's got that synergy going with Tim but he wants Duke to feel fully accepted into the family and Cass is currently closest to him, not to mention Damian could use all the good role models he could get. Cass being Cass is like challenge accepted old man and takes Duke and Damian off for a full day of sibling bonding

Things that happened during the next 24 hours:

-A brawl broke out on stage at Gotham theater during a Hamilton performance. Witnesses say the fight was started by an actor insulting the youngest of Bruce Wayne's children when he complained too loudly about the content of the play. The argument soon got heated with one actor throwing a prop button at Duke Thomas, Bruce Wayne's foster son. This caused his foster sister Cassandra to jump up on stage and initiate physical violence, with the youngest Wayne joining her and yelling about how the founding fathers were all pathetic racists. All three are now banned.

-Gotham Zoo saw its largest ever breakout with many of its endangered species vanishing. Witnesses say the animals were honest to god airlifted into a massive cargo plane by men in black clothing following the instructions of Damian Wayne, who claimed that they were being mistreated and deserved a conservation site that actually allowed them to thrive. He and two other Wayne children are now banned from the zoo.

-Talia Al Ghul made a brief detour to Gotham to pick up some animals at her son's request and bring them to a sanctuary that their family trusts.

-the batmobile got totalled

-the bat boat exploded

-Duke discovered a new power that let him temporarily transform his body into light to move at super fast speed.

-He did this running from Interpol after Cass crashed the batplane into the Atlantic ocean trying to take the boys to France. None of them are willing to explain to Bruce the reason they wanted to go to France.

The bat plane didn't explode but it did sink into the ocean. Atlantis is currently enjoying poking around the wreckage.

-Interpol did not recognise the trio as Waynes but recognised Duke as American. This led to them contacting the CIA who recognised Cass as an old urban legend. All three are now technically banned from France although they haven't been IDed so it's more like a "if you see someone matching this description call the police immediately." ban.

-Speaking of the police, Jim Gordon received a report that half the force in Gotham broke their legs that day. Through pure coincidence every single cop that mysteriously tripped or was injured by a mystery assailant was one who Jim knew was corrupt.

-Warehouses that were rumoured to belong to the Red Hood blew up

-Red Hood was seen shooting at some of the bat vigilantes and yelling at them to fuck off. He then yelled that he wasn't talking to the Signal, who was welcome to visit anytime as long as he didn't bring the other two.

-A warehouse in Bludhaven belonging to the Penguin blew up.

-Three Vegas casinos went out of business due to Bruce Wayne's daughter winning every round while accompanied by her two younger brothers. The casinos set their hired muscle on the siblings to try and get their money back. This did not end well for the hired muscle.

-Bruce Wayne decided to never, ever encourage Cass to bond with her siblings again.

[nightmare-foundation]

Hero/villain batfamily swap AU

Okay so I really wanna infodump about my au that I've recently made, which puts the batfamily in the Gotham Rogues' places. I haven't thought through all of them yet, and I haven't accounted for all the batfamily (i.e. Kate Kane, Luke Fox, etc), but this is what I have

The Rogues

Bruce- The Penguin

Dick- Two-Face

Tim- The Joker

Stephanie- Black Mask

Damian- the Demons Head/Ra's Al Ghul

Barbara- The Riddler

Duke- Mr. Freeze

Cass- Lady Shiva?

The Heroes/good guys

Jason- Batman

Nightwing/Robin I- Jacob 'Jake' Grayson

Red Hood/Robin II- Thomas Grayson

Raven/Robin III- Jonathan Crane

Spoiler/Robin IV- [name] Brown (she hasn't been named yet, but she's Stephanie's daughter!)

Robin V- William Todd

Black Bat- Rose Wilson

The Signal- TBD (feel free to suggest ideas)

Seer- James Gordon Jr.

Harvey Dent

Edward Nygma

Jack Napier

Oswald Cobblepot

Waylon Jones

Jervis Tetch

Basil Karlo

Admittedly, the ones I've thought through the most are Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian. Some characters i haven't thought much about at all or I have an idea of what I want them to be (like Harvey having a role similar to Jim Gordon, or maybe Edward works with Lucius?).

BUT- this is an au where an outside force fucked with the timeline (haven't decided who/what or how) and, after regaining their past timeline memories, the batfamily (now Rogues... except for Jason lol) have to work together to figure out how to fix the timeline. The problem being their current states make that task much harder than it'd usually be, especially with their current history with each other, even despite their memories returning. So there's a whole slew of issues, not just internal, but with each other and dealing with heroes. And they have... very complicated histories with each other.

I'll explain a few of them under the cut :)

Dick Grayson aka Two-Face

What differs in this AU is that Dick is, of course, never taken in by Bruce and is instead passed around from abusive foster home to abusive foster home in Gotham. Thanks to a mix of the circus having been not a safe place and the abuse he endures in foster care, Dick develops DID, BPD and OCD from the trauma. He grows up with a close friend in Jason Todd, and while they separate for a while (Jason going to train to become Batman, Dick going into law school), they come back together as adults.

Dick becomes a lawyer because Tony Zucco had used legal loopholes to get out of facing the consequences of murdering the Flying Graysons, and Dick fully intended on trying to fix the legal system in some way and to try to prevent something like that from happening to others. At some point, Dick ends up having 2 sons, Jake and Thomas, who are 8 and 3 respectively when Dick eventually becomes Two-Face.

Since he's very close to Jason, he's actually aware that Jason is Batman. When Dick gets more unsatisfied with the justice system, he joins Jason in crime fighting as the vigilante Robin. Unbeknownst to both of them, Two-Face (not yet called that, but i haven't thought of a name yet lol) is not only unsatisfied with the justice system, but also how Jason and Dick fight crime. (Two-Face believes in the anti-hero kind of lethal justice. No, he's not 'evil')

One day, I imagine something happens and Dick, in his civilian form, tries to defend someone from someone else, but the fight results in the attacker slamming a glass container full of acid into Dicks face. This is obviously deeply traumatizing, and not only that, it solidifies Two-Faces belief that vigilantes should adopt a more lethal form of justice.

This is, obviously, how they become Two-Face :) they're deemed too mentally unstable to care for their two sons, so Jason is the person who takes them in and cares for them.

Jason Todd aka Batman

Honestly, I haven't considered exactly how he gets the idea of becoming Batman, but I'm considering that the catalyst is similar; he witnesses his father's murder. Essentially Willis got on the bad side of some mob boss and gets killed in front of Jason and Catherine. Eventually, after that, Catherine succumbs to a drug overdose.

Jason grows up close to Dick, with them supporting each other throughout their childhoods and helping each other escape foster care. Eventually Jason comes under the care of Oswald Cobblepot (who is the surprisingly kind but tough CEO of Cobblepot Industries) after attempting to steal the CEOs tires. Through him, he gets into training, and he supports Dicks lawyer endeavors financially.

After he comes back from all of his training, he refamiliarizes himself with Gotham and then becomes Batman. There's a lot of stuff he's way more lax about than Bruce is, like killing or temporarily working with criminals if it yields better results, but he still has his limits.

Jason also has his own Robins, but his relationship with them is far more healthy.

Tim Drake aka The Joker

Tim wasn't actually all that unique prior to becoming the Joker. He grew up in and out of boarding school with somewhat absent parents, in a middle class then upper class household. Tim became a photographer and journalist as an adult.

How he became the Joker is simple: he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Because of who he was, he was framed, and dropped into a vat of acid.

What came out just... isn't Tim Drake anymore.

Misc.

This is essentially what I have for the others that I haven't fully figured out yet:

-Duke becomes Mr. Freeze not long after his parents are hit by a lethal form of Joker Venom. He keeps them frozen so that they stay alive while he tries to search for a cure.

-Barbara becomes the Riddler not long after Jim Gordon dies. There's a bunch of stuff that causes her to go villain mode, but her father dying is the catalyst, or the straw that broke the camels back so to speak.

-Damian is not centuries old like Ra's is, but he is on the older side (50s? Maybe older?). Really, a lot of characters are aged up lol. He is still related to Bruce and Talia. He has kids too! William (<- placeholder name, I'm having trouble naming him, I might give him a name that reflects his heritage. He's gone through several iterations already LOL) Todd is his grandson.

-Edward Nygma works under Lucius Fox and helps make things for Jason! He also totally makes escape rooms on the side. Cringefail malewife vibes, as he should always have

-Harvey Dent has a role similar to commissioner Gordon, though I'm debating if he's actually a police commissioner or a Private Investigator.

-James Gordon Jr. Is Seer, and i imagine part of the reason he became a vigilante was to prove people's assumptions of him wrong. He's physically disabled (not sure how yet, but he uses forearm crutches) and is diagnosed with ASPD. He works as a hero both in the streets and behind a screen. I'm not sure yet what kind of day job he has tbh.

[siri-ike]

Empty chapter 5

DP X DC crossover fic

First chapter 4

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Lately, there's been an uptick in unusual reports. The mysterious 'the air beat the crap out of me' claims have risen by 700%. In the last 6 months. Some reported seeing a smile or green light. Others said they heard a child like laugh right before they were knocked out. By all accounts, this one seemed impossible. Which is why J'onn J'onzz was called in.

He'd called back all the witnesses from the latest month to re interview them since the regular police didn't have the same 'advanced' techniques he had. It was as he thought. The police had ignored these cases because they were happening during active crimes like muggings or barbrawls. Later, it was gang members. 'Why should we stop something if it's making our job easier. But in the past 2 weeks, the m.o. has changed. It started attacking people in their homes. The reports all say it was unprovoked, but J'ohn had a feeling it wasn't.

During the interviews, he watched their memories play out. Most of them were consistent. They were at home and got beat up by nothing. Some did see the same sharp toothed smile, sometimes it was in the air, sometimes it was on whoever was with them. But there was one major detaileach of them conveniently forgot to mention. These people weren't innocent like most of them had insisted. They had each been in the midst of hitting their spouses or children.

All except the latest one. Gerald Crane.

Who had been giving his son some sort of gas so he could have specific blood samples. Which, as J'onn knows better than most, is exactly how you get a supervillain.

This is deffinetly a person. With intentions and motives. And they're escalating.

"Hay Johnny, how's the ghost case?" Calls one of the uniformed officers in the bullpen. "Or is it aliens?" He continues to mock to the delight of other officers. J'onn doesn't even look up. Their approval is worth nothing. "Hey, maybe it's some African mumbo jumbo." Another one adds.

"That's enough." A third voice interrupts. This time, J'onn bothers to look away from his files. "Shut up, Gordon." "Yeah this doesn't concern you." They both demand. "Does it concern my fists out back?" He threatened. The other two backed down after that, and reading their minds, J'onn learned that this new recruit had a history of being unbeatable in a fist fight.

How crass.

The young man eagerly sat down in front of him. "Hi, i was assigned to help you with your case. I'm James Gordon, but everyone calls me Jim. " He said with an outstretched hand. J'onn had seen this before. Humans like to touch hands when they greet. He hesitantly mimicks the others' actions, who grabs it firmly and shakes. "I heard you get all whe weirdest cases. One day, that's gonna be me. I intend to use this opportunity to learn everything I can." He says with a genuine smile on his face. Those have been rare since coming to Gotham. And having someone who's familiar with this city could be very useful. But... J'onn solves cases by reading minds. How's he supposed to explain that?

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He's learned a lot in the last 6 months. For starters, he can now distinguish which emotion is which. First, he could just follow the sudden just that comes with unexpected fear. That one's very easy to find. Then he got it to specifically the fear of a known but unexpected threat. But after a while, the fear became stale. It just didn't fill him up like before.

Not like dread. Now, dread was a different story. Knowing you're not safe even in your own home. Knowing you can't ask for help. Knowing you can't fight back. It was enough to make his mouth water.

But this last one. It didn't feed him like the others did. The boy was terrified. But something about it didn't feel right. Like it was artificial or something. The base ment lab, too. It didn't feel right. Or rather, it felt too right? So much weird glowing science equipment. It felt, kinda,

Homey

For the first time since he came to this city, he actually felt tired? Safe? No. This wasn't safety. But it was a belonging.

Something in the back of his mind kept nagging at him. Everywhere he looked had more familiar objects. Vials of green goo flash in his head, but it's not the same ones he sees in this room. The large industrial steel door entrance prompted pictures of a rounder steel arch. "No! Stop it!" A pair of leather gloves gets replaced with one's made of metal. They hurt. A row of syringes hang on a wall. "Please, dad, stop!" He cried desperately. "Please."

"Why are you in my dads lab?" A reserved yet stern voice asks.

He looks up through teary eyes and beholds the blurry figure in the stairs.

"Jazz?"

He wipes his eyes and takes a better look. A young boy, no older than 13, with long, messy red hair, stands in the stairs. Staring directly at him.

"My name's Johnny. Who are you?" He still wastes no time with pleasantries.

Good question. The last few months have at least proven one thing. He's definitely real. He exists.

"I don't know." Says the teenager sitting hunched over on the floor.

"Did my dad bring you here? Is that why you broke his jaw and arm and pushed him down the stairs from the second floor and then dragged him to the basement door and pushed him down these stairs?"

"I'm sorry you saw that." He remorses

"I didn't see it, I had to tell it over and over to the doctors, nurses, police, detectives, lawyer, insurance people, and those weirdos in the white suits."

Chapter 6

[i-smoke-chapstick]

‘COME ON EILEEN!, [PART THREE]

-GOTHAM!VICTOR ZSASZ X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; Victor isn’t going to let anyone touch his girl. Especially not Jim Gordon.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!victor x female reader. This is a 4 part fic. AGE GAP ROMANCE! (reader is still in highschool). Some angst with a happy ending. Gaurd dog Victor. PROTECTIVE VICTOR! Reader is sad. Victor just wants to protect her. Like, you're his world. You just realized it. Set during season 1. Violence.

⋆ 'PART ONE, - 'PART TWO, - 'PART THREE, - 'PART FOUR,

♫ “You're grown (a grown up), So grown (so grown up), now I must say more than ever.” Come On Eileen by Dexys Midnight Runners

You listen to his confirmation and brighten up. You can sense the strange lack of wit in his words, and it frightens you in the same way it excites you. He believes in you. You repeat it like a mantra in your head. This hitman, sadistic homocidal maniac, as Jim eloquently put it, believes in you more then Jim ever did. Believes you’re worth more than everyone elses horrible secrets.

You think about what you said. You don’t even believe in yourself. Be an assassin. You didn’t even know how to shoot a gun until a few hours ago. You think Victor must be joking, but you read no humor in his tone. That dry sarcasm that flits into his speech was completely erased. Devoid of anything at all, except sincerity.

You turn to look at him, about to speak- about to ask a million questions. Would he take you under his wing? What about school? What about Jim? What about the people you’d have to kill?

Surprisingly, none of that seems to matter. And your voice dies on your tongue. You realize he’s been looking at you this whole time. When you meet his gaze, he doesn’t flick his eyes away. He’s lost in his own head, and you understand he’s thinking too. You’d trade an arm and a leg to find out what he was thinking. Regret for believing in you? No. Victor is shockingly honest. You’d learned that in the past few hours too. When your form was horrendous, he’d let you know. There was no sugar coating with him.

His brown eyes are distant, far off. You shift under his gaze and realize it makes you uncomfortable.

But not in a bad way.

No, it’s in the type of way you felt back home, when a dumb crush you had stared at you. The feeling of being mutually noticed and scrutinized. A pit drops in your stomach. What the hell was he thinking?

You two stare at eachother, and look into eachothers eyes. His ever longing gaze falls to your lips, and you slowly start to digest whats about to happen.

Your faces inch closer and closer together. Your high on adrenaline, on the idea your worth something. He’s inexplicably high on you.

A glove hand comes up to your face, cradling it. The city lights hit his eyes just right, you realize. The cool leather on your face makes your breath hitch.

Your not sure what’s happening, if this is a weird fling for him. His mouth is shut tight, and the lines in his forehead crease. You’re sure he’s going to kiss you in some strange turn of events-

His glove hand is placed over your mouth.

You give a short noise of surprise, muffled by his hand. Your eyes widen from there dazed state, and the moment is ruined. Of course he wasn’t going to kiss you. What were you thinking?!?

You stare at him, bewildered. Silently asking for an explanation. After a few seconds, he takes his hand off your mouth, and brings his finger to his lips. He’s shushing you. He nods down, and you follow his gaze to the stumbling men of Maroni. Ah. So that must of been what he was thinking about.

You feel your heart beating out of your chest. Show time. This could be the day you die.

“Okie dokie,” he whispers. “Time to boogie.” He says casually, repositioning himself off the ledge. You give him a slow nod.

The sound of Maroni’s men is loud. They laugh, open mouthed- obviously oblivious to your presence. Your heart beat slows down, and you realize- this is what you were made for. You wanted a purpose- you got it. If you make it out of this alive, you could be an assassin. With Victor, you try to brush that last part out of your mind.

You refocus yourself. You could be more than a resource. No, you could do more. Prove to Jim what happens when you don’t treat people with at least a little mutual respect. No wonder Penguin was asking for favors in return. He knew his worth. Something you lacked knowing, until now.

You follow in Victors footsteps like a baby bird, ready to leave the nest. You throw your legs back, and settle yourself onto the rooftop.

You and Victor share a gaze, and you flash him a smile.

Something in his eyes dies a little bit.

“You ready?” You ask him, as if he’s the rookie. The ghost of a grin on his face is lef, but it quickly dissapears, and your eyebrows furrow.

“…You’re staying here.”

Scilence passes over the two of you.

You physically recoil.

“What the hell are you talking about?” You whisper, trying to internalize his words. Again, theres no humor in them. You damn near choke.

You feel heat rising in your body. Anger. Memories of Jim telling you to stay behind.

Victor just nods at your words, repeating himself.

“You’re staying here.” He reaffirms, voice more gruff, as if he’s impatient. Your mouth drops a little at the audacity. His eyes suddenly look terrifying. Is he trying to scare you? Or is this just how he looks when he’s pissed? You flinch under his glare.

“You said- No, Falcone said, I have to go with you?!? You- you saw! I’m a good shot! I can do this!” You speak, and remember how you sounded begging to Jim to help more. Childishly, your voice rises from a whisper yell into something much, much louder- and his eye twitches.

He flinches in anger, roughly nodding down to Maroni’s men, as to tell you to shut up. You feel scolded.

Betrayl rips through you. So he didn’t think you had what it takes. What would Falcone say? Or was this Falcone’s plan all along? Have Victor leave you here, teach you some fucked up lesson about what happens when you trust people who just want to use you for what you have to offer. Would he kill you when he gets back? Have some other goon on stand-by to finish the job while Victor did the real killing? Were you just an organized collateral? Good for one bit of information, and then sent to die.

The more existential part of your anxiety is soothed, when Victor takes out a pistol. The same one pointed at you earlier. His finger is no where near the trigger, and he hands it to you.

You stare at him, shakily taking it from his hands.

“Protect yourself until I get back. Remember what I taught you.” He speaks, just below a whisper. His gaze is torn off you, unable to look at you and your damn sad puppy dog eyes. He knows what he’s doing.

You watch in scilence as he turns on his heel, pulling two more signature pistols from his suit jacket. He dissapears from the rooftop, and leaves you in your own sulk.

You want to cry, but nothing comes out. You stare at the pistol for a few moments, fiddling with the trigger.

No. You think. I can do this. I’ll prove it.

Before you find it in yourself to stop, you’re following in Victor’s footsteps again, down the stairs of the rooftop.

The lights of the warehouse are dark. You attempt to stick to the shadows. There’s no sight of Victor, and you assume he must be outside, taking care of the men out there.

It’s a big empty space, and you’re surrounded in darkness. You feel your heart hammer beside yourself, and the grip on your gun is shakey. You hear numerous gunshots from outside, and your suspicions are confirmed. You know he can take care of himself, but a strange protectiveness wells up in you. You hope Victor’s okay.

You’re brought out of your thoughts when you feel a grip on your neck. You’re pulled into a tall body, back whisked against it. There’s a knife to your throat, and a quiet rat-like voice fills your ears.

“Falcone’s got rookies doing his dirty work now, boys.” The nasally tone chuckles, and you feel sick. Your breathing speeds up, and you hear the other shallow laughs of at least three other men.

Remember your training. You affirm. WWVD. What would Victor do.

You feel the knife gear up to slice your throat wide open, and you kick your head back. It sends the man flying behind you.

In an instant, you forget all about how these are people. Parents of your “friends”. Your fingers clench around the pistol, and you turn around, shooting directly at the man, just like a stop sign. He falls to the ground instantly, brains blown out.

He looks like the student you saw, face beaten in. You don’t care. You still have something to prove.

The other men look stunned, and your chest heaves. You point your gun wildly, shifting from one to another. They put there hands up. You realize they are unarmed. Idiots, you think. So egotistical, thinking men in numbers and pocket-knives would be enough to save them. They truly didn’t believe they’d get caught anytime soon.

You hear them beg for their lives. You just snarl. No, you think. You definitely could be an assassin. You definitely could be a killer. You were not an informant. No, you had a job to do. A real job; by order of Carmine Falcone. Zsasz and Gordon be damned.

You shot them all dead.

There bodies twitch underneath you, and you don’t stare in horror. No, this feels a hundred times better than a stop sign. You feel useful. First hand. You did this. You did something. And you’re proud.

Watching the bodies on the floor, you hardly realize the flickering lights of a single police car. You don’t hear the call of,

“GCPD! Put your hands up!”

You catch your breath, and feel your fingers only tighten around the gun. You whip around, still in position. No, you’re protecting yourself.

Your vision is blurry from the strong sudden flourescents of the lights. You squint, and make out a single cop. Or rather, a single detective. Jim fucking Gordon.

He stares at you, and he seems a bit bruised himself. Scuffs on his forehead and a bloody bruise on his cheek from fighting. You look at the gun pointed at you. The guns pointed at eachother.

You must look scared. Your previous confidence is replaced with something vulnerable. Intimate. You’re sure you look mousy, hair ruffled, blood sprayed, cheeks pink. Your body is small underneath Jim’s, and you struggle to look him in the eye.

“Y/N. Put the gun down.” He states, firm. He looks at the bodies on the floor. You don’t flinch.

“So you can arrest me?” You fire back, “So I can end up in Blackgate with all the people I helped put in there?”

He doesn’t falter, still in position. But he doesn’t speak.

“Think about it Jim. What I just did,” You nod to the bodies. “I helped! I did more than you ever let me believe I could! And if you arrest me, I’m going to die in that prison, Jim. You know that!” You speak, earnest. It’s true. Sooner or later, everyone would connect the dots. Find out who you are. Criminals would have a bounty on your head for exposing them. Best case scenario, you’d get beat to death in prison if you were lucky.

Theres something sad in Jim’s eyes, dissapointment. You feel tears pool in yours.

“You need me!” You plead with him, “Put the gun down! Let me walk! And I can keep helping you!”

He shakes his head.

“You really think Falcone’s ever gonna let you come back into the precint? Ever let me see you again?” Jim’s voice is breaking. You register his words. “Y/N, you belong to him now. You’re a criminal. You made your choice.”

You gape at him, trying desperately to push his words out of your head. Tears flow freely down your cheeks, and you feel him closing in on you. Subconsciously, your hand begins to drop the gun. Jim breathes a sigh of relief at you, through sad eyes. Gotham’s hero. You think, bitterly. Your only friend.

The gun has almost completely slipped from your hands. You’ve already lost. You faltered.

Until you hear the click of a gun. And look up to hear a familar voice.

“Hey Jimbo.” Victor speaks, gun pressed to Jim’s temple. Jim pauses, but his grip on his pistol doesn’t. Victor speaks through gritted teeth, turning to press it harder into his head. “Drop it. Now.”

His voice is low, and threatening. Ah, you get it now. This is the sadistic homocidal maniac.

You can’t register anything thats happening clearly. Jim reluctantly drops the gun on the ground, hands going up in surrender. You heave a sigh of relief.

You realize, Victor is not yeilding. You thought he’d run with you. No. He keeps his gun pointed firmly at Jim. And you feel panic rising inside of you. You don’t want your only friend…if you can still call him that…dead.

“Victor.” You breathe, and he doesn’t look at you. His gaze is hard, eyes wide in alert as he focuses the gun further into Jim. “Victor, please.”

You plead with him. Jim is deadly silent.

“Victor, don’t kill him. He’s the only friend I have.” You beg, and Victor’s eye twitches, as if the sentiment makes him even angrier. He finally looks at you.

“I told you stay on the rooftop.” He grits out.

“…You also said I could do this.” You nod, to the bodies around you.

You two argue like a lovers quarrel, Jim stares intently, holding his breath. He’s realizing the extent of your feelings for eachother before even the two of you do. He makes a mental note. Zsasz has a weakness, and it’s you. The quiet, desperate, small girl he met that faithful day on campus.

Thankfully, before Jim can internalize just how useful this information is, a gun hits him square in the head, knocking him out. You whisper a quiet thank you to Victor, who had opted for roughly knocking him unconscious. For now. Victor thinks. He’ll kill Jim for pointing a gun at you. Eventually. When your officially his girl.

He grabs you by your arm, pulling you up. The sounds of more police sirens ring out. Jim called back up.

You look at Victor, trying to think it through. Why did he protect you? Why didn’t he let Jim arrest you?

Before you get the chance to ask, he’s dragging you along, sneaking through a back entrance. Hes silent the whole time, and you catch a glimpse of the five fresh cuts littered into his forearms.

When the two of you finally cross over, running hand in hand into an alleyway, he pushes you back into the building. It’s still dark outside, and the only thing you can make out is the glint in his black eyes from the streetlamps.

He looks at you, scanning you over, just like he did when you met him. Which you can’t seem to believe was just this morning.

You bite your lip, and search his eyes.

They are worried for you. Protective. A dark gaze connects to yours, and you swallow.

You get it. You get it now.

He’s in love with you.

[in-the-moodboard]

Bat fanfic recommendations

Bruce Wayne - Venn Bruce by icarus_chained

General Audiences - J'onn J'onzz/Bruce Wayne; Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne; Clark Kent/Lois Lane; Alfred Pennyworth & Bruce Wayne; Clark Kent & Bruce Wayne; Jim Gordon & Bruce Wayne

In a quiet moment, in bed with his lover, Bruce considers the sum of his parts, the people who had helped shape it.

Kate Kane - If I Never Tell You by LesbianArsenal

Teen And Up Audiences - Diana (Wonder Woman)/Kate Kane

Kate Kane isn't used to being flustered, but she finds herself exactly that every time she's in the presence of a certain Amazonian Princess. Who wouldn't be, she justifies. But when a demonic threat enters Gotham, she starts seeing more of Wonder Woman, and much more of the woman behind that title.

Bette Kane - hate to see you like a monster by flamebirds

General Audiences - Bette Kane & Charlotte Gage-Radcliffe; Tim Drake & Bette Kane; Duela Dent & Bette Kane

The Joker's Daughter has kidnapped Huntress and there has only ever been one person that Batwoman would turn to.

Damian Wayne - Damian Wayne v. The World by superstar_socrates

Teen And Up Audiences - Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne; Duke Thomas & Damian Wayne; Cassandra Cain & Damian Wayne; Mia "Maps" Mizoguchi & Damian Wayne; Alfred Pennyworth & Damian Wayne; Talia al Ghul & Damian Wayne; Stephanie Brown & Damian Wayne

Damian Wayne's second semester at Gotham Academy begins by being roped into playing the titular character of Shakespeare's Macbeth. Meanwhile, Batman and Robin come to a horrifying realization regarding a series of murder victims.

Barbara Gordon - Being Wanted (The Aggravated Assault Remix) by Mara

Teen And Up Audiences

Oracle gets a little tired of being on call.

Jean-Paul Valley - in space (all I think about is you & me) by KathrynShadow

General Audiences - Luke Fox/Jean-Paul Valley

It starts out as a tickle at the back of his neck, the Azrael armor’s contacts embedded in his nervous system reacting to his new suit detecting something.

Cassandra Cain - do I dare disturb the universe? by Hinn_Raven

Teen And Up Audiences - Cassandra Cain/Christine Montclair; Stephanie Brown & Cassandra Cain; Cassandra Cain & Bruce Wayne; Cassandra Cain & Duke Thomas

Cassandra Cain was falling, and there were stars. When she landed, she found herself stranded in a universe where there never was a Batman. Good thing that she’s a detective.

Tim Drake - to find a town where we can live by batwitches (goodwitches)

Teen And Up Audiences - Tim Drake & Dick Grayson; Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd

“Tim, do you want to go home?” And his little brother, all scathing wit and teenage nonchalance, replies, “Don’t ask me that,” and walks out the kitchen door without looking Dick in the eyes. A seventeen-year-old Tim Drake leaves Gotham in the rearview mirror, catches a bus to New York, and moves into his brother's shitty Hell's Kitchen apartment. It's hard to be an adult when you've never been a kid.

Stephanie Brown- These Twists and Turns of Fate by Hinn_Raven

General Audiences - Stephanie Brown/Cassandra Cain; Stephanie Brown/Tim Drake; Harper Row/Carrie Kelley; Stephanie Brown & Harper Row; Stephanie Brown & Jason Todd; Stephanie Brown & Damian Wayne; Stephanie Brown & Cassandra Cain; Stephanie Brown & Crystal Brown; Stephanie Brown & Tim Drake

To be born is to exist, but to live is something else entirely. Stephanie Brown falls apart, and pulls herself back together.

Helena Bertinelli - Robins are an Invasive Species by Havendance

General Audiences - Helena Bertinelli & Tim Drake; Tim Drake & Dick Grayson; Helena Bertinelli & Barbara Gordon; Jack Drake & Tim Drake

Team up with a teen vigilante once and you'll never get rid of him again. Helena didn't sign up for any of this.

Dick Grayson - soft clocks by dustorange

General Audiences - Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne; Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne; Dick Grayson & Tiger

Side effects of being revived by Lex Luthor may include amnesia, going undercover into a high-level espionage agency, not recognizing your family, fighting your family, and dealing with the emotional weight and guilt associated with encountering said family. Ask your doctor if being revived by Lex Luthor is right for you.

Jason Todd - YOU MUST KNOW LIFE TO KNOW DECAY. by orpheusaki

Not Rated - Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne; Dick Grayson & Jason Todd; Jason Todd & Willis Todd; Catherine Todd & Jason Todd; Catherine Todd/Willis Todd

Bruce starts, eyes glaring down at the city and unwilling to look anywhere else, especially in Jason's direction, "You always… hated the rain." Jason's breath gets caught in his throat. (For as long as Jason can remember, it's always been raining.)

Duke Thomas - and you breathe, sunshine, for you're not alone by Aelig

Teen And Up Audiences - Dick Grayson & Duke Thomas

"There’s a knocking sound against the window frame. “Hey,” the vigilante says softly, and Duke immediately takes a breath only to choke on it. “Robin,” Duke stammers out, and it comes out with a sob." OR: in which Dick and Duke meet years before, and it doesn't really change anything, except for a little bit of comfort.

Mia Mizoguchi - MAPPING out Neo-Gotham (Eh? Get it?) by theycallme_ook

General Audiences - Terry McGinnis & Mia "Maps" Mizoguchi

"Mia! You were in the clock this whole time?" cried Kyle, running to check on his baby sister. "I was in the future!" Maps responded eagerly, waving off his concern. "It was--will be?--preeeetty goooood!"

🫒

[bruciemilf]

MORE I NEED MORE OF BATGORDON WITNESS PROTECTION AU

Bruce being so eerily quiet. He moves around like he's never been there and it creeps Jim the fuck out. In the course of one week, he also made a lengthy list of Bruce's peculiar but strangely endearing quirks?

Firstly, he doesn't kill bugs. Even spiders. Jim tried to and Bruce threw a tantrum of monstrous proportions (Bruce raised his voice a little bit and felt guilty for 2 hours bc he's still shaken by how mean he was to Alfred)

Bruce doesn't waste food; If they're eating pasta he'd eat the leftover sauce with a piece of broken, fluffy bread. No crust, ever. Tomato looks cute on his pink lips.

Bruce journals everywhere; On his napkins, on his skin, right on his wrist or legs. Small thoughts, big thoughts, -- Jim guesses, at least. He never wants to show Gordon anything.

(Bruce writing like, "Jim does not like sweets. That is sad. Will darkness finally devour me, or have I gotten too bitter?")

Give me Jim who talks abt Bruce like dog owners talking abt the mutt they saved from the pound, or a grumpy husband talking about their spouse, " Well, can't complain. I knew what I was getting myself into.".

He really didn't.

But oof. The Sexual Tension.

The Batman equipment Is still in the cave, and Bruce is constantly stressing the police officers crawling around will find it. Every night he tries to sneak off, and every night he's almost successful.

Because at first? Jim couldn't care less. " Do your thing, man. Go give some kid bad dreams or whatever it is that you do."

But the longer they're around eachother, the closer their connection is. Jim doesn't consider himself a possessive or controlling man. But when Bruce tries to tip toe his way out of his, -- their apartment? He has to speak up.

Except Bruce won't just roll over belly up and pliant. No, he pushes and avoids and bumps shoulders with him, but Jim won't have it,

Grabbing Bruce by that diamond sharp jaw and more or less slamming him back into the couch, " sit the fuck down and listen to me when I'm talking, boy."

Bruce goes ruby red. We all know he's a sucker for it

[random-movie-ideas]

Old Friends

Jim Gordon stopped at the gate and took a breath. He gripped the cane he'd been walking with the last few months now, still feeling odd in an old sweater instead of the suit and tie he'd worn nearly every day for the last forty years.

He looked up at the stately manor before him. It was a little old and decrepit, but still mostly maintained by its current residents. He was a little anxious about what he was about to do, but he knew he had to do it. He'd held back for more than twenty years, because he knew if he actually acknowledged the truth he knew in his heart, as police commissioner, he'd have had to do his duty.

That wasn't a problem anymore.

He pushed open the gate and hobbled up the old stone path to the grand front door. He remembered coming up this path as a young rookie officer, accompanying a small boy, silent with grief after witnessing his parents' murder, and making sure his butler knew what had happened.

Jim reached the door. Through it, he could hear multiple voices, laughing and joking around. He knew most of them to be the long string of adopted children the mansion's owner had taken in over the years, as well as at least one voice he recognized as his own daughter's. She had dated the oldest adopted boy here and there over the years, so most would assume that was the reason for her presence, but Jim knew, or "suspected," the real reason.

He rang the doorbell.

The voices inside fell silent. After a few seconds, the door opened, revealing the butler Jim remembered from so long ago.

"Commissioner Gordon, sir," he said.

"Please," Jim said. "It's just Jim now. Alfred, isn't it?"

"Yes, sir. Were you here for Miss Barbara, sir?"

"Dad?"

Jim glanced in the door to see his daughter roll into the foyer in her wheelchair, looking concerned. Dick, the oldest son, following her out, three of his siblings peeking out from the kitchen.

"Is everything okay?"

Jim smiled, his mustache bristling. "Hi, Barb," he said. "Everything's fine." He turned to Alfred. "I actually wanted to see . . . your employer."

"What can I do for you, Commissioner?"

Jim looked up to see the master of the house, the young boy from so many years before, now in his forties, with the same strong chin Jim recognized from multiple years of working together. By his side, a woman with short black hair and a long dress stood, a woman Jim had booked into prison multiple times.

"Good morning . . . Mr. Wayne," Jim said, the sound feeling odd in his mouth.

"Good morning. I understand congratulations are in order on your retirement."

Jim looked down. "I suppose they are."

Bruce made his way down the grand staircase. "I imagine that means you're not here on police business."

"Not technically." Jim took another breath, hesitant to break down that barrier they'd kept up all these years. "I, um . . . during my time as an officer, I had a lot of partners, most of whom came and went, but there was always one who stayed consistent, one that I was able to count on for all those years. I came to think of him as . . . my friend. And, even thought that partnership is now over, I had hoped that I might be able to continue that friendship."

He looked up at Bruce. "If that's alright with you, Batman."

The silence in the room was palpable. Bruce stared at Jim, not speaking for a moment. Lady Selina, above, gripped the railing, looking like every muscle in her body was preparing to run for it. The butler stood beside Jim, looking anxious. Barbara and Dick exchanged nervous glances, while heated whispers were exchanged between the kids in the kitchen.

Jim kept his eyes on Bruce. Bruce studied him for a long moment, the gears in his head working overtime. Then his mouth slipped into a smirk.

"Didn't have you fooled for a minute, did I, old friend?"

Gone was the laidback billionaire's voice Bruce had always affected in public. In its place was the gruff, serious voice that Jim had conversed with hundreds of times over the years.

Jim smiled back. "I didn't become commissioner for nothing."

"Well, come on in. Breakfast's still warm. Alfred, prepare a place for our guest."

"Yes, sir."

The tension in the room dissipated. The kids in the kitchen started chatting frantically with each other. Selina relaxed a bit and shook her head, returning to the bedroom. Bruce stepped up to Jim as Alfred closed the door and shook his hand.

"It's nice to see you, Jim," he said.

"Nice to actually see your face for once," Jim said. "You've got to show me where you keep all those cool toys of yours."

"Oh, you're going to love the Batcave," Dick said.

"There's a Batcave?"

Barbara rolled up to her father, taking his hand, as the entire party made its way into the kitchen.

[starlightshadowsworld]

Five nights at Freddy’s but it's Batman.

If you were expecting this to make sense....Don't.

I started ranting about this while half asleep.

I'm not following any time line just game order.

Also we're skipping fnaf 2.

Barbara Gordon is Charlotte "Charlie" Emily.

She is killed by Joe Chill aka the Joker aka William Afton aka the Purple Guy.

Her father, Jim Gordon aka Henry Emily is devastated. He has no idea how this occurred.

Not a clue.

Totally didn't see the purple car at the crime scene.

A purple car he sees every morning.

... Nope.

He goes to the cops but it's Gotham so they don't do shit.

However, because it's Gotham Batman shows up to help.

But unfortunately no one knows who killed poor Babs so gotta do some investigating.

Also there's been a string of dissappearances around the restaurant.

People are loving calling it "the missing children's incident."

And the cops are doing nothing so Batman is also investigating that and wonders if the two are connected.

Bat's makes the great decision to go undercover as a nighttime security guard.

And despite the fact he is very clearly billionaire Bruce Wayne in a security uniform.

No one recognises him.

He is now Mike Schmidt.

... You know still a better name for his cover than Matches Malone.

And because I recently watched Batman: The Doom that came to Gotham.

Great, one of the weirdest things I've ever watched.

... Don't watch it if you like Talia because... Yikes.

Anyway, so Bruce is very much on his fear works because villians are superstitious and cowardly.

I don't believe in magic, everything can be explained by science.

...And than Golden Freddy bursts into the office.

Had to rework a few things than.

It takes him less than 5 nights to figure it all out.

Beats the shit out of and gets Joe Chill arrested.

But it's Gotham and FNAF so it doesn't even go that far.

Not that they know for years later.

During this time Bruce adopts another kid, Jason.

Yeah Dick is here but he left to another city.

He's officially the smart one.

No he doesn't have a character equivalent he's just... There.

Jason however later turns out to be Jason Chill aka the son of Joe Chill.

Aka this worlds Michael Afton.

Gets wind his real father isnt Willis Todd but Joe Chill.

Goes after him, despite him being in hiding for years.

Does this by working at Fazbear Frights as a nighttime security guard.

Witnesses Joe Chill destroying the animatronics.

Releasing the spirits and causing Joe Chill to back into his Spring lock suite.

Multiple springlock failures occure.

Jason gets on tape that he's the murderer and killed Barbara Gordon.

Bruce and Jim show up and together they set the place on fire with Joe Chill's body inside.

But no body is ever found.

One of the old locations starts up again.

Bruce finds out Joe Chill had another son, and adopts him.

Leaving out the whole... We set him on fire.. Maybe.

This kid is Tim Chill aka the crying child.

Who Jason likes to mess with and Tim messes with him back in turn.

Jason plays a seemingly harmless prank on Tim... That he ends up taking too far.

And in his defence no one knew that the Golden Freddy animatronic had the jaw strength of a shark.

Bruce goes into mourning.

The body goes missing.

Jason wanting to fix things does his own investigation and finds Circus Baby's entertainment and rentals.

Ran by Chill robotics.

Turns out Joe Chill decided to literally put his child back together.

And infused Baby with his remnant.

His lil clown.

Though both sides of Tim, both Joker Jr and the brother of Jason fight over Jason's fate.

Whether he should live or die.

Joker Jr I mean Baby wins and Jason is scooped.

Dick, who was staying in Gotham for Tim's funeral, realises Jason has gone missing.

And goes out to search for him.

Finding the his brother now a disturbing shade of purple and an undead zombie.

Gets Jason back home, Jason is basically catatonic only repeating "You won't die, you won't die" over and over.

Bruce gives him a big hug, apologising for blaming Jason and pushing him away.

Though Jason is convinced Tim's fate is his fault.

He ends up puking up Ennard, which Bruce captures and puts in the Batcave.

They take what's left of Baby and upload Tim's consciousness to a robotic version of him Jim just... Had on hand.

Along with a robot Barbara.

... Yeah don't, don't worry about it.

Jason apologises profusely, Tim calls him a dumbass, things are finally right with the world.

Butt this isn't enough for Jim who realises an animatronic can't replace his Barbara.

Decides if I can't have my happy ending none of you can.

Has a redo birthday party for Tim and sets the place on fire.

... Except it does literally nothing and Bruce shoves him in Arkham and just takes Babs back with him.

Way to go smart guy.

Damian Wayne aka Gregory shows up at some point. He got told he couldn't go to the pizzaplex.

And went anyway.

Gave everyone a heart attack, stole Glamrock Freddy and made a friend in Cassandra Cain aka Vanessa.

A trained assassin who Joe Chill was trying to hypnotise into killing for him.

They tried to kill each other if the cause of a night so they're friends now.

Bruce adopts another child all is well with the world.

Until Jonathan Kent aka Cassie shows up because of a fake message luring him to the pizzaplex saying Damian was in danger.

The mimic gets it's butt kicked, Bruce lectures Clark about not keeping an eye on his son.

The hypocrite.

And everyone goes home.

Oh and Jim and his wife got divorced when Babs died.

His wife taking and raising their son, James Gordon Jr aka Sammy Emily.

Who's just off living life and is still a serial killer.

Soo... Yeah.

... Idk what this is but it exists now.

[sebeth]

Who's Who In The DC Universe: Batman of Earth-One and the Batman of Earth-Two

Batman of Earth-Two by Dave Gibbons & Batman of Earth-One by Dick Giordano

Batman, Superman, and Wonder Woman had versions on Earth-One and Earth-Two, mainly due to being members of the Justice Society and the Justice League. Other heroes like the Flash (Jay Garrick/Barry Allen) and Green Lantern (Alan Scott/Hal Jordan) were separate individuals using the same identity on different earths while the Trinity were always Bruce, Clark, and Diana.

The easiest way to cover the Batman entries would be to start with the similarities:

Both Batmen are named Bruce Wayne and hail from Gotham City

Parents were named Thomas and Martha Wayne

Both have an uncle named Philip Wayne

Thomas and Martha Wayne were murdered by Joe Chill after leaving a movie theater. A traumatized Bruce witnessed the murders.

Bruce spent his formative years developing his mind and body to perfection.

Bruce adopted the Batman identity. A large bat crashing through a den in Wayne Manor inspired the creation of the Batman.

At first Batman had a rocky relationship with the police but later formed a partnership with Jim Gordon

Bruce took the recently orphaned Dick Grayson under his wing. Dick later became Robin the Boy Wonder.

And now, the details unique to each version:

Earth-Two:

While Thomas was shot by Joe Chill (causing his death), the shock of seeing his death caused Martha to have a fatal heart attack.

Bruce was placed under the guardianship of his Uncle Phillip who raised him to adulthood.

Bruce moved back into Wayne Manor after coming into his inheritance.

Batman carried a gun in his first few cases but soon gave it up.

He was a charter member of the Justice Society and the All-Star Squadron.

He maintained his playboy image until the late 1950s, when he married Selina Kyle (Catwoman).

He semi-retired the Batman identity once he reached middle age and became the Gotham City Police Commissioner upon Jim Gordon’s retirement.

Bruce and Selena had a daughter named Helena.

Selina died at the hands of a former criminal colleague, inspiring Helena to become the Huntress. Bruce gave up the Batman identiy entirely after Selina’s death.

A year after the debut of the Huntress, Bruce donned the Batman uniform for the final time. He died aiding the Justice Society, saving Gotham from a super-powered criminal.

Relatives unique to Earth-Two Bruce: Selina Kyle (wife), Helena Wayne (daughter), and Karl Kyle (brother-in-law).

Earth-One:

Relatives unique to Earth-One Bruce: Lord Elwood Wayne (uncle, deceased)

A young (pre-murders) Bruce Wayne admired a costume Thomas wore to a party. It would later inspire the creation of the Batman uniform.

Joe Chill was acting under the orders of Lew Moxon. Moxon was seeking revenge against Thomas Wayne as his testimony had sent Moxon to prison.

Bruce way placed under the care of his uncle Philip. Philip was a world-class traveler, so Bruce spent his formative years under the guidance of Philip’s housekeeper, Mrs. Chilton. Unknown to Bruce, Chilton was Joe Chill’s mother.

Bruce served an apprenticeship under Harvey Harris (the world’s foremost detective) while training to be Batman.

Frustrated by laws that seemed to help criminals more than their victims, Bruce left law school.

As on Earth-Two, Bruce took Dick Grayson under his wing. The difference being that Dick’s costume was inspired by the one Bruce wore while serving as an apprentice under Harvey Harris.

Bruce left his playboy image for a time and devoted himself to running Wayne Enterprises and building the Wayne Foundation into one of the world’s foremost philanthropic organizations. He later relinquished his day-to-day involvement in the organizations to devote more time to being Batman.

Bruce has recently become the guardian of Jason Todd, a young circus performer whose parents were murdered by Croc. Todd has since become the new Robin.

Batman, a founding member of the Justice League, has recently resigned due to a philosophical dispute over law and justice.

He has recently formed a new team called the Outsiders.

The next few entries are of Batman’s utility belt, the Batmobile, the Batplane, and the Batboat. Mostly drawings with some basic information.

Everybody knows Batman. Ask any non-comic book fans to name a superhero, and you have a ninety percent chance of the person responding with Batman. He’s had a bazillion comic books where he is the focus and has made millions of guest appearances in other comics. As for non-comic book media…he’s easily the most featured hero of all time. No one else comes close. Batman has starred in radio dramas, multiple movies and tv series, along with many cartoon series and animated movies. And numerous video games. Not to mention all the merchandising.

Whether you love or hate the character, if you were to make a list of the top 100 super-heroes of all time, you would have a hard time justifying not putting Batman in the #1 spot.

I love certain versions of Bruce (the bronze age, BTAS/DCAU, Justice League International, Young Justice cartoon, Wayne Family Adventures) and despise others (the majority of the 2000s).

As for the actual Who’s Who entries:

I miss the Bruce – Selina marriage. The cop-out during the King run was lame. And infuriating if you spent money on all the tie-in issues (which I did not).

I wish Helena would be born during curing continuity (I know adult Helena is running with the JSA but I want baby Helena just for the interactions with her bat-siblings).

If the “Bruce was placed under a housekeeper’s care while his guardian travelled the world” bit was canon in the post-Crisis era it would have been a great element to add to the Bruce-Tim Drake bond.

I don’t like the Dick’s costume was inspired by Bruce bit. Dick’s Robin indentiy is inspired by his parents only.

I hate Jason’s pre-Crisis origin. “He’s exactly like Dick but with red hair but we’ll dye it black” – that’s the best you could do, DC? Seriously?

[izunias-meme-hole]

THE BATMAN/BRUCE WAYNE

"I am vengeance."

After witnessing the demise of his parents as a young boy, Bruce Wayne was forever scarred by this event and dedicated a great majority of his life to finding out how he can entirely remove crime from Gotham City. He spent his teenage years studying psychology, traveled the the world as a young adult to learn martial arts, spent a great amount of time perfecting what he learned when he returned to Gotham, and had put some of his own resources into making a special suit and some weaponry. By the time he was ready, Bruce Wayne had actively disappeared from public life, and had embraced his new identity as "The Batman." As Batman, Bruce would travel the streets of Gotham, leaving criminals of many types beaten, battered, and exposed for all of the city to see, becoming an urban legend in the process. Not even some of the corrupt cops were safe. However as time would begin to pass, Bruce would begin to see the rise of a new breed of criminal in his first few months as the ever-so terrifying Batman, and would begin to see how much deeper the corruption in Gotham ran. He would never give up on his mission, but he's slowly beginning to realize that this one man crusade he's on might be tougher than he realized.

Yep. This is my re-interpretation of Batman, and from what I have written in my own mind so far, he's going to go through an arc where he starts out as "vengeance," punishing criminals, installing fear in them before leaving them for the police, and fighting this one-man war on crime. Then after realizing that he cannot truly do this alone, he allows his butler and surrogate father, Alfred, and Captain Jim Gordon to assist him in his endeavors, and as more time would begin to pass he would develop into less of a symbol of fear for all of Gotham, and more a of symbol of hope for the innocents in Gotham. As this evolution would take place, Bruce himself would begin getting somewhat better in the head overtime.

In-case you cannot tell, this is my more idealized take on the "Batman Timeline" which is based entirely on the arcs of Battinson and the Lego Batman, and some parts of the DCAU's Batman lifeline. Starting out as a young and angry man trying to literally eradicate crime as a whole by himself that fears losing people that he cares for all over again, and ending as an old man who's managed to finally get some of his own problems resolved and is a better person because of it, even if he can never truly "fix" himself.

As for the character of good 'ol Batsy, it's pretty much what you'd expect. Cold, calculating, distant, persistent, skeptical, manipulative if he wants to be, dedicated to his goal, and overall a jackass on the outside. Yet despite having a lot of negatives, Bruce still has some level of compassion and empathy, and overtime he begins to show that to those who need it. He's also not that much of a socialite, but after go back into the public occasionally AS Bruce Wayne, he tries his best to fake being a slick billionaire with not much to worry about, but he has occasional cracks of his true self slip.

And before you point it out, yes his design is inspired by the Keaton suit, however the cowl has red lenses and it covers his entire face. Also it's armored in a similar way to the Battinson suit underneath that cape. As for Bruce's design, the suit is an inverse of his nemesis's colors (We'll get to him later), and I wanted him to look active and colorful, while also looking sleep deprived and dying on the inside.

I hope I expressed my vision clear enough for MY Batman. I thought this up for funnies, and not like actual writing purposes (I already have a project), but if I were to take an attempt at writing the Bat, it would be similar to what I spoke about here.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

A Bird in Distress

by RoseSalamander Tim Drake was nine when he found out about Batman. Nine when he saw Nightwing do the quadruple backflip. So instead of just taking photos he decides to help occasionally, sending evidence and tips. I mean what's the point of just taking photos anyways? He's 10 now, so basically an adult! He sends tips to the Bats and Jim Gordon anonymously while stalking and taking photos for his binder (one of five and counting). Jason gets pushed into the echelon of high society and meets Tim, who definitely doesn't skip classes to sit in the library at school. Jason also witnesses Janet Drake's DNA fuck up some rich pricks. :) Tim will eventually join the family promise! Words: 3018, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Red Robin (Comics) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Tim Drake (DCU), Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Original Characters, Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Duke Thomas, Alfred Pennyworth, Alfred the Cat (DCU), Ace the Bat-Hound (DCU), Titus | Damian Wayne's Dog, Jim Gordon (DCU), Talia al Ghul, Selina Kyle, Janet Drake, Jack Drake Relationships: Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne, Talia al Ghul/Bruce Wayne, Jack Drake/Janet Drake Additional Tags: Tim Drake-centric (DCU), Kid Tim Drake (DCU), Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Jason Todd is Robin, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, tbh they're all bad at feelings, Jason Todd Gets A Hug, Young Tim Drake, Civilian Tim Drake, Absent Parents Jack Drake and Janet Drake, tbh my parents also sucked so, I'm Bad At Tagging, I'm Bad At Summaries, Stalker Tim Drake (DCU), Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Stephanie Brown Being a Little Shit, Racism, but like not super bad kinda more of a passing statement via https://ift.tt/PnlgosV

[reality-detective]

Allow me to take you back into history a little bit, a small Rabbit 🐇 Hole 🕳️ into JFK's assassination. The untold part after the shooting. 👇

Remember... Dr. Charles Crenshaw mentioned there was absolute mayhem at the hospital.

The other thing he mentions in this You Tube clip: 👇

Jackie walked up to JFK’s body and kissed him on the Great toe. Then she walked around to his right side and put her ring on his little finger.

I’ve also read that she took his ring.

Was this just a normal reaction after someone dies? Or was this too some type of a ritual/symbolic gesture?

Could it have been a marker for her to identify which body was Tippet’s and which was JFK’s?

(Hence the mayhem or confusion as described by Crenshaw).

Jackie went to 3 colleges/ Universities (George Washington, Georgetown, Vassar)...colleges that were either associated with MK Ultra, Jesuits, or witches/covens.

I’m going to leave all options on the table.

At 1:00 pm...30 minutes after JFK was shot, Kennedy’s Press Secretary...Malcom Kilduff not only announced to the world that Kennedy was dead, but he also (correctly) showed the direction of the bullet travelled in regards to Kennedy’s head wound.

Kilduff was acting press secretary for the trip because the main White House press secretary, Pierre Salinger, was traveling to Japan with six members of the Cabinet... for a joint meeting with the Japanese Cabinet.

☝️Pocket that paragraph. This may come up if I dive into everything further “X”, but also the strange phenomena of differing time lines/time travel/ the Mandela Effect. 👇

Moving on with our timeline...

At approximately 1:10-1:15pm Dallas Police Officer JD Tippit was driving east on East 10th street. He pulled alongside a man...most believed to be Oswald.

Tippett was ordered to be on the lookout for Oswald.

The man walked over to Tippit’s car...they exchanged words.

Officer Tippit got out of the car, at which time the man (thought to be Oswald) pulled out a gun and fired 5 shots in succession.

2 bullets to the chest

1 bullet to the right temple

1 in the stomach

1 completely missed

JD Tippett was pronounced dead at the Methodist Hospital at 1:25. Note...he was pronounced dead at the Methodist Hospital.

Remember... Lee Harvey Oswald had a Doppelgänger. Some say he possibly had 4 or 5 body doubles or look-allies.

Did it appear that JD Tippett was a second patsy? 👇

Police later arrested Oswald at the Texas Theater. They accused him of killing JD Tippett.

Jim Garrison did not believe Oswald killed Tippett. The timelines put out by the Warren Commission didn’t match for one thing.

Who did kill Tippett? At this point it won’t be our focus. But I’ve read that it could have also been Roscoe White or G Gordon Liddy.

G stands for George.

A lot of “George’s” were part of the plot. 👇

Why was JD Tippett killed and seemingly a purposeful piece of this grand scheme? Could it have been because of his appearance? JD Tippet looked so much like the President that people often commented about it. Fellow policemen would often kid him about it, calling him “Mister President” and “JFK.” 👇

The bullets were removed from Tippett’s body. He was then moved from the Methodist Hospital to Parkland Hospital... Where JFK’s body was also.

While the media circus was distracted on the Casket of JFK, they completely missed the ambulance that was transporting JD Tippet’s body to AF2... The plane that usually flies the Vice President. 👇

JFK’s body was then transported to Loveland Airfield.

The story goes that the people aboard AF1 were told to go forward...so that they could witness the swearing in of LBJ.

Supposedly that was just a ruse so that Jackie would leave her husband’s body, and the cover-up plot could continue.

Once she was away from his coffin, JFK’s body was taken and placed aboard AF2...where JD Tippett’s corpse was also. 👇

Who was waiting aboard AF2 to be with the corpses?

John Melvin Liggett.

Liggett was a CIA agent. He was also a funeral director, and one of the best reconstructive surgeons and embalmers in the business at the time.

Why this guy? 🤔

There is a lot to this story that NOBODY knows, it's a twisted dive. If I can I will add another update later. It seems like every time I dive into these History Lessons I discover they lied to us with just about everything. 🤔

[brucewaynerater101]

Year One: Two

Bruce

It's just the cover

10/10. He looks like a freak. I love it.

First "appearance" in the comic so far

10/10. It's gorgeous, spooky, and hints at what's to come. I'm also so happy Bruce committed to his bit.

Batman's first appearance on the street

7/10. Leg.

It's also hilarious that he's reflecting on his costume. He's all like, "It works! They freeze and stare and give me all the time in the world." Buddy... I don't think it's because you're so scary.

Some guy trips over the ledge and Bruce dives to save him despite it leaving him open to attacks

4/10. So... I guess he didn't kill those cops in the last chapter. Negative points for the sexist comment of "he screams like a girl."

He's sitting on top of unconscious bodies

8/10. He's referring to himself as an amateur

Jim is chatting about Bruce's seventy-eight acts of assault

10/10 for the police sketches.

Flashback of a witness to Batman

7/10. I feel like he's about to bark at the gunman

Bruce is reflecting on Jim

8/10. He's just a little guy. Also, rad line. "All the right people seem to hate him."

IS THAT A GRENADE?

8/10. Not this being how I find out I've been pronouncing "grenade" wrong my entire life.

Batman crashes the dinner party

10/10 LMAO. NERD. He's such a weirdo, I love it. "You have eaten well." Pfft.

Stole this man's (Roman's) car, crashed it into the river, and left him tied up naked

20/10. This is the type of revenge/"justice" I want to see more of.

Bruce was just chilling behind the desk while Gordon was pressing Dent about Batman

9/10. I see why Dent/Bruce is a thing

Batman diving in to save someone

9/10. This artwork is gorgeous

Batman fleeing after saving someone's life

9/10. Run run run run. Also, he got shot in the leg :)

The police blow up the building

2/10. Police legit out here not caring about collateral damage. Fuckers.

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[meganlpie]

You Have a What?!

Based on this request: Would you write for Bullock? Almost no one does and it makes me sad. If so, could I get a secret wife trope where someone kidnaps the reader(Bullock’s wife) and that’s how Jim finds out?

Here you are, lovely! *I do not own ANY Gotham characters.*

Warnings: Secretly Married Trope, angst(mentions of kidnapping and some violence), Harvey is soft for reader, fluff-ish??

Pairings: Harvey Bullock x fem!reader, mentions of Jim Gordon and Ed Nygma

When Harvey left home that morning, he was expecting the usual Gotham crazy, maybe even a bit more. But not this. Harvey couldn't remember the last time he'd been so afraid and so angry at the same time. "What the hell?" he muttered as he read the words on the paper in front of him. The glasses perched on his nose nearly fell off when he finished reading and shot up from his chair.

         "Who was at my desk?!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the bull pen. "Did anyone see who was at my desk?!" Several people shook their heads and Harvey's hands began to shake. "Harvey?" Jim asked. Harvey met his partner's gaze and nearly broke. This was not happening. Jim snatched the paper from Harvey's shaky hands.

         "'Secrets out, Detective Bullock. If you want her back, follow the clues. You'll find the first riddle in the drawer. Clock's ticking'," Jim read as his brows furrowed. "This is obviously Nygma, Harvey, but what's he talking about?" Harvey slammed the drawer to his desk closed and headed out, riddle in hand.

         "Harvey?!" Jim called, grabbing his jacket and rushing after Harvey. Jim barely made it to Harvey's car. "Harvey! You know I'll follow you wherever you need, but you need to tell me what the hell is going on!" Harvey paused in his movements for a moment and ran his hand over his beard. "He's got my wife, Jim," Harvey practically whispered before climbing into the driver's seat.

         After getting over his shock, Jim hurriedly jumped into the passenger's seat. "Your what? You have a what?!" Harvey was trying not to shake. He was a detective in the GCPD, dammit! He couldn't fall apart. You needed him. "My wife, Jim. I have a wife! And Nygma found out and now he's got her!" Harvey's voice rose.

         Harvey passed the riddle to Jim in hopes he could figure it out. Harvey wasn't good at riddles in the best of times and this was NOT one of those times. His mind was all over the place. He really hoped you were alright. He couldn't lose you.

         He thought about how you'd looked that morning with sleepy eyes, mussed hair, and wrinkled pajamas as you walked out of your bedroom to tell him goodbye even though you didn't have to be up for another hour or so. He thought about how your kiss had felt against his lips right before you shoved his favorite pastry into his hand as you shooed him out the door. If Nygma harmed a single hair on your head, Harvey swore he'd kill him.

         "Anything?" he asked Jim with a snap in his voice. "Looks like…the docks. The clue is leading us to the docks." Harvey cursed under his breath. Nothing good ever came from going to the docks in Gotham. He pressed harder on the gas, urging his car to go faster. "Harvey," Jim quietly complained from the passengers' seat, earning a glare from the senior detective.

         The car was barely in park at the docks when Harvey was out of it. He called your name until Jim motioned to an open shipping container. Harvey pulled his gun and prepared for the worst. To his relief, it was empty except for a computer on a desk. Harvey could just make out Nygma's face as he approached the device. "Hello, Detective Bullock. I must say, your wife is not what I expected. I suppose I'll never understand how someone so…beautiful and intelligent could fall for an ignoramus like you."

         "Let her go, Nygma!" Harvey demanded, earning a sadistic laugh from the criminal. "Now, now, Detective. You know that isn't how this works. You have to follow the riddles. Oh, and you may want to hurry. I'm not sure how much longer your wife's wit will keep her safe."

         "Nygma, I swear to g-"

         "You're boring me, Detective. Follow the next riddle or I'll-" Nygma was cut off by a punch to the jaw. Harvey felt his heart rise to his throat when he heard your voice. "You probably should have made sure I was properly restrained. Idiot," you snapped before delivering a swift kick to Nygma followed by another punch. Caught off guard, Nygma fell to the floor, groaning.

         A sigh of relief escaped Harvey's lips when your face appeared on the screen. "Hi, Harvey." He smiled. "You okay, baby?" At your nod, Harvey relaxed more. "I'm fine. Can you come home now?" Harvey's brows furrowed as Jim chuckled a little.

         "You mean to tell me Nygma held my wife hostage in my own damn house?!" You nodded again. "Yep. I guess he wanted you chasing your tail for a while by sending you in a circle. So, if you could send some of your people to come get him while you make your way home, that'd be great. I've got your favorite danish."

         "Have I told you that I love you, woman?" You let out a laugh. "Only a billion times, but I never get tired of hearing it. Oh, and thanks for teaching me how to throw a punch. I might have broken my hand otherwise. The man's jaw could cut diamonds." Harvey's boisterous laughter echoed through the shipping container as Jim called for a couple officers to pick up Nygma.

         "I'll be home soon, baby. Keep yourself safe until then," Harvey told you before continuing, "And if you could give him another kick for me, I'd appreciate it." You gave a roll of your eyes, but didn't argue. Instead, you blew him a kiss and turned off the camera. Harvey shook his head fondly and followed after Jim.

         "That wife of yours," Jim started, "Is something else." Harvey nodded with a grin. "Yeah she is. I'm one lucky sonovabitch." Harvey had to fight to keep the smile off his face the rest of the drive back to his apartment. He got there just in time to see two officers escorting Nygma out. The gangly man had blood pouring from his nose from where you'd punched him the second time. Harvey laughed a bit, but was quickly cut off as you threw yourself into his arms. "I think it's time to move," you said, your voice muffled by his jacket. "Whatever you say, baby."

(a/n: I hope you like it! Harvey is probably one of my favorite characters in the show!)

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