#jim gordon x oc

[twofacedharveydent]

Every once in a while something changes And she's changing me

We Were Born Sick Series   ↳ Jim x Bird

• We Were Born Sick • Wasteland • Devil’s Playground

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[celestialsister0918]

Pinterest loves the Submissioner Gordon universe as much as I do.

Seriously my favorite story I will ever write. Claire and Jim are 🔥. Only woman in the world perfect for both Jim Gordon and Norman Stansfield. (I promise it makes sense. Go read!)

It’s been on my mind lately to turn this into an original work. No clue how to do it, but I want Claire famous lol.

For my MCU readers, I am almost done with my next Brutasha chapter. It’s been a long time coming, I know. I need to make a few tweaks though. It’s been really tough to write their reunion after Sakaar. I kinda understand (as much as I hate to admit it) why those dastardly Russo brothers struggled with it so much.

[yona049]

𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Part 1

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

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Preview~

𝚈/𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚝. 𝙸𝚗 𝙶𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚖 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔, 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙶𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚖'𝚜 𝚏��𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝙲𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛.

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𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧!!!

𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀! 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗗𝗖 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗰𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝘄𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗗𝗖! ^○^

Warnings :

○Poison.

○Fainting

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"C'mon Gordon! I took a 2 day ferry from Metropolis just to get here! The least you can do is let me see him!"

Y/n was following hot on Commissioner Jim Gordon's heels as he rushed though the police station.

"I don't need the damn Daily planet on my case! I already have the Gazette to deal with." he growls as he stops at his desk grabbing his lighter and cigarette case.

Y/n stops beside him glaring at him intently. She was a reporter who had one job, get a story on Gotham City's favorite vigilante. The Batman.

Gordon lights his cigarette before leaning against his desk and taking a pull from it. He puffs out the smoke before gritting his teeth and making eye contact with the reporter.

"Miss L/n, what makes you think I could get you an exclusive with the bat?" he says.

Y/n only gives him a look that makes Gordon roll his eyes at the stupid question. Only a reporter like Y/n would be able to figure out how the bat gets all his info and who from?

"Gordon, this is my one chance to get a promotion, a good one. You've known me since I was ten! C'mon, just this once." she whimpers almost like a puppy gripping her reporter bag slung over her shoulder.

The commissioner only sighs, shaking his head. "Not this time kid. This is something I promised your dad I'd never let you get involved with." 

He puts his hand on the top of her back and respectfully pushes her towards the exit, snaking their way through the busy police station. 

"Look, while you're here I'll buy ya a drink and we can do some catching up. It's been a while." he stops on the steps outside the entrance.

Y/n sighs and scratches her head out of frustration. "Yeah, I'd love to." she gives a genuine smile before saying her goodbye to The commissioner and walking off into the Gotham night air. 

She stops in the alleyway beside the police station and leans against the building wall. Taking her phone from her pocket she scrolls though the contacts and presses on the name "Glasses man"

Putting it up to her ear she listens to it ring out. Finally, a nervous voice plays out. 'Hey! This is Clark-ah Kent! Leave a message!' 

Y/n sighs before talking. "Hi Glasses, you’re probably asleep right now, I didn't realise what time it was before I called. Anyway, just calling to say you might wanna keep my seat warm. I got nothing from my source. I might just book a ferry home tomorrow. At least it means I can still throw paper planes at your desk. I'll-"

She stops when a shadow flies over the ally and heavy cape flutters echo through the night air. Her lips curl into a hopeful smirk as she looks up at the rooftop seeing the bat signal shining in the smokey clouds.

"Huh, my luck might have just changed." She ends the call and shoves her phone in her pocket.

She hurries deeper into the alley way and immediately she spots the fire escape. Y/n puts her hand on the cold iron ladder before she looks down at her shoes. "Ugh, no way I'm ruining these shoes too!"

After kicking off her shoes she starts climbing to the roof before she finally reaches the top and manages to climb onto the rooftop without gaining any attention. With bare feet she crawls behind a vent and peaks around it at the shining bat signal and two men standing beside it.

The Batman and Jim Gordon in deep conversation. This was her chance, she lifts her phone from her pocket and gets ready to calmly approach the masked vigilante.

A sudden whistle through the air catches her attention, a red cape shines even brighter as the bat signal shines onto it and slowly the S symbol comes into view.

Y/n moves her hand over her mouth to stop the excited squeak when Superman lands beside batman.

'Two heros? Oh! I'm definitely getting that promotion!' She thinks full of excitement.

Batman looks back at superman and his deep growled words manage to remind Y/n of where exactly she was and what her situation was.

"Did you find it?"

Superman nods and opens his fist to reveal a small vial of green liquid. It glows steadily reflecting against the confused look of Jim Gordon who takes it in his hand. 

"What is this? It looks like Joker venom." 

Batman gives a growl and shakes his head. "Not just Joker venom. My scanner is picking up fear toxin too. I'd have to do a deeper scan to be sure."

Finally, Superman looks up from the vial’s hypnotizing green glow. "Few hours ago, Batman alerted me of unusual chemical readings in a warehouse by the docks. Once I got there, I only found this swept into a corner. Looked like they left in a hurry."

 

Batman lifts his head." If Joker and Scarecrow are working together to combine their toxin's, we could have a bigger threat on our hands. And by the sound of it, there could be more." 

Gordon nods and gives an extensive sigh, rubbing the back of his neck, rolling the vial back and forth in his palm. 

Y/n lifts an eyebrow before using her phone to take a picture of the three standing together and looking down at the picture deep in thought.

'Two deadly Toxin's combined, what could the motive be except to cause chaos? Perhaps other villains. But Scarecrow and Joker aren't criminals without purpose, even if they are psychotic they wouldn't work together without a final goal.'

She turns her head back to the scene in front of her when a loud beeping sound interrupts her train of thought. 

The vial in Gordon's hand started beeping and perhaps out of reflex he tosses the deadly time bomb in his hand. 

Superman's eyes fly wide as he rushes to protect both Batman and the commissioner from an oncoming blast. 

However, the vial rolled across the roof until it finally hit Y/n's bare feet and her heart jumps to her throat. 

"Oh shit." she says out loud when suddenly the vial burst's open and Y/n gasps for her last bit of fresh air. 

She pulls her head to her knees and holds her nose, mouth and eyes shut. The toxic gas burns her skin and her eyes start tearing with the fumes banging on her eyelids.

'I can't hold it much longer. It burns!' 

Slowly she gives in to a lightheaded dizziness and falls sideways onto the ground letting her hand fall off her nose. 

Not a moment later the gas clears when Superman swoop's her out of the green gas. She hangs limply in his arms as they hover in the air for a second. 

Superman's gaze turns to pure horror when he sees his co-worker in his arms. Once the toxic gas has evaporated into nothing more than a tickle in the wind Superman lands back on the roof and approaches a worried Jim Gordon and expressionless batman.

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𝐈𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐬! 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰! 𝐀𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠!

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[addieraesfanfic]

until i found you

CHAPTER ONE: “just stay”

pairings: bruce wayne x female!oc

warnings: kissing, cussing, guns, arguing?

addie put a stray hair behind her ear as she walked through the halls of her empty home. when her father told her that her former boyfriend would be coming home for a bit she decided to come home from work early to see him. bruce wayne, her childhood best friend and the love of her life. they grew up under the same roof, her father being alfred the wayne’s longtime assistant. they started dating at the age of 16 but they broke up when bruce left for princeton two years later.

“hey dad, do you know when bruce will be here?” addie asked as she saw her father at the end of the long hallway.

“soon dear, within the hour.” he responded as he wiped dust off of an empty counter. addie’s anxiety and insecurity rose as she looked at herself in the cracked mirror at the end of the hall. she ran her hands through her freshly curled hair and ran her hands over her new dress.

“do i look dumb? like i’m putting in too much effort?” she questioned as she fixed her dress.

“of course not, you look lovely. he’ll be glad to see you.” alfred responded as he placed a kiss to his daughters cheek. she smiled in response. the doorbell rung causing addies breath to catch in the back of her throat. alfred quickly walked down the hall to get bruce who’d just arrived. out of pure fear addie ran into her bedroom practically slamming the door behind her.

she cursed to herself as she cringed at the loud sound her door made. she could hear the sounds of bruce and alfred’s voices as they made their way up the stairs and into the hall.

“hey adds, you in there?” bruce questioned as he knocked on her bedroom door. she opened the door in response, he was wearing a sweater with a blue collar shirt beneath it. he didn’t look too different since the last time she saw him, just shy of a year before. his hair was shorter than she remembered, he must’ve gotten it cut while he was away. she smiled at him and pulled him into the hug. he held her tight as they embraced eachother.

“how’ve you been? how’s school?” addie asked as she pulled away.

“good, but i’m not going back,” he responded as he sat his luggage on the ground beside him.

“why?”

“they don’t want me there anymore, but i’m glad that i decided to visit,”

“so am i. is there anything i could do to stop you from going to the hearing?” she asked as she looked at him with concern.

“someone at this proceeding should stand for my parents,” he said as he fidgeted with his fingers.

“brucie it’s just going to be more stress for yourself, you-”

“you shouldn’t be worrying about me, i’m fine, enough about me. how are you?” bruce asked, annunciating the word “you”.

“i’m fine, officer gordon offered me a job at the office as an assistant. where i basically follow cops around and get them whatever they need. it’s been going good so far, i really like gordon,”

“he’s great, i’m glad you’ve found something here addie i really am,”

“you could find something here too. just stay,” addie pleaded as she inched closer to bruce, gently placing her arms around his hips. he slowly moved his head closer to hers, their foreheads resting on one another.

“we’re gonna be late to the hearing,” bruce announced as he pulled away. addie just nodded, a feeling a little bit embarrassed at her attempts to rekindle things with her former boyfriend.

addie watched as the killer of bruce’s parents stood up, she felt bruce tense from beside her. she placed her hand on his thigh to soothe him, he placed his hand on top of hers. she didn’t pay any attention to the words that came out of Chill’s mouth, the only thing that she felt was anger.

“I gather there is a member of the Wayne family here today. Has he got anything to say?” The judge announced as he looked at Bruce. He cleared his throat and stood up. Addie watched as everyone in the room stared holes into Bruce’s head. He just simply walked away, Addie was quick to follow behind him. He ran out of the main area of the building and around the corner.

“hey! wait a sec-”

“addie just go, please i need you to go!” he pleaded, she could hear the emotion that he was trying to hide in his voice.

“i’ll be in the-" she was interrupted by hundreds of voices, questions being asked. she watched as reporters and policemen flood the room. bruce slowly walked toward the killer, several of the reporters calling our names. a blonde woman ran up to the man,

“joe! hey joe! falcon says hi.” the gunshot rang throughout the room as all of the policemen pushed her onto the ground. addie looked away, unable to watch the scene. she placed her hand on bruce’s shoulder.

“we should leave, we don’t need to see this,”

“i do.” bruce said coldly as he didn’t take his eyes off of the dying man on the floor less than 20 feet away from him. tears flooded addie’s eyes as she watched the man twitch and scream on the ground, the bullet didn’t kill him yet.

“Falcone paid the judge off, just to get Chill out in the open,” addie scoffed as she drove down the busy streets of Gotham.

“maybe i should be thanking them, my parents deserved justice,”

“but that’s not justice, that’s revenge and that’s not the same. that’s why we have an impartial system,” addie responded, trying to state her point without coming off as argumentative.

“your systems broken,” bruce responded. that set off something inside of addie, causing her to swerve off of the main road and down into an alley.

“falcone is making more joe chills, someone else’s parents are getting shot everyday. thanking falcone would be stupid, because he’s destroying everything that your parents stood for, now you wanna thank him for that? here you go,” she announced as she stopped at an old bar. that’s the bar where falcone has been staying, she went on to explain that no one will ever touch him. because he keeps the bad people rich and the good people scared.

“i’m not one of your good people addie,”

“what’re you talking about?” addie asked as she looked at bruce, worry etched in her features.

“all these years i wanted to kill him. now i cant,” he said as he pulled a gun out from his sleeve. addie’s breath caught in the back of her throat, she felt sick. she looked at the gun, she noticed the sweat that was dripping down it from bruce’s anxiety. she was furious, how could he become this person? without thinking she grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and punched him square in the nose. he groaned as he grabbed his nose, blood slowly pouring out from it.

“get the hell out of my car,” addie cursed as she shoved him into the car door. he looked at her with no emotion whatsoever. he got out of the car and slammed the door behind him. addie watched as he walked away from the car and out of sight. she held her face in her hands as she sobbed, cursing herself for hitting him, for not understanding, for not being more patient.

[asterwanda]

Luna Katrina Walsh is a detective with the Gotham Police Department. She is the daughter of the late Dominic Walsh and Jim Gordon's adopted daughter.

Full name: Luna Katrina Walsh

Surname: Luna, Kat, Irina

Family: Jim Gordon (adoptive father), Dominic Walsh (biological father; deceased), Barbara Lee Gordon (adoptive sister), Lee Thompkins (adoptive mother)

Early life

There are several accounts of Walsh's early life. One account says that she was left by her father, Falcone Orphanage and was soon after adopted by James Gordon. As Luna grew and matured, she proved to be an incredible athlete and scholar, as well as gaining distinction as a dancer.

Another account establishes her as having been raised from her childhood by Black Sky. Her father took her to Casto, along with 28 other young orphan girls, where they were trained in combat and espionage at the secret facility. There she was bio-technologically and psycho-technologically enhanced; which would provide justification for his exceptionally long lifespan and youth. She was never really trained in ballet, having artificial memories instead.

Regardless of which accounts are correct, she was eventually adopted by Lee Thompkins and James Gordon. And she went to work for the Gotham Police

Luna Katrina Walsh is a detective with the Gotham Police Department. She is the daughter of the late Dominic Walsh and Jim Gordon's adopted daughter.

Full name: Luna Katrina Walsh

Surname: Luna, Kat, Irina

Family: Jim Gordon (adoptive father), Dominic Walsh (biological father; deceased), Barbara Lee Gordon (adoptive sister), Lee Thompkins (adoptive mother)

Early life

There are several accounts of Walsh's early life. One account says that she was left by her father, Falcone Orphanage and was soon after adopted by James Gordon. As Luna grew and matured, she proved to be an incredible athlete and scholar, as well as gaining distinction as a dancer.

Another account establishes her as having been raised from her childhood by Black Sky. Her father took her to Casto, along with 28 other young orphan girls, where they were trained in combat and espionage at the secret facility. There she was bio-technologically and psycho-technologically enhanced; which would provide justification for his exceptionally long lifespan and youth. She was never really trained in ballet, having artificial memories instead.

Regardless of which accounts are correct, she was eventually adopted by Lee Thompkins and James Gordon. And she went to work for the Gotham Police

Personality

Walsh is a cynical person with a very sarcastic and deadpan sense of humor, with a bit of a twisted moral compass, as she remarkably had no problem holding a civilian at gunpoint and stealing his car. Despite this, she has a strong sense of right and wrong.

Walsh is an extremely confident, courageous, and intelligent person with a strong sense of justice, who tends to see things others don't due to his high intellect. She is a loyal friend who always stands by her friends.

Walsh cares deeply about his family, going above and beyond to save them.

Equipment

Guns/Firearms: Luna has used a variety of firearms such as pistols, shotguns, assault rifles, machine guns, and grenade launchers. He initially carried the standard SIG-Sauer P226 that most GCPD officers carry.

Smith & Wesson SW1911SC E-Series: Luna carries this pistol as his main sidearm of choice. He first started carrying it after he left the GCPD, and continued to use it once he returned to the department.

Uniform: As Black Sky, Luna  wore a standard issue black catsuit with protective padding on her shoulders, elbows and knees, belts, two weapon holsters, and tall, heeled boots.

Trivia

Luna Walsh; together with his father and mother; are the only main characters to appear in all 22 episodes in Season 3.

So far, Luna has two known love interests: Wally West and Dick Grayson. Being the last one, what she is until today.

[sparkletastic-cookiedough]

Link Library

Literally just a link collection of all my tumblr writing.

Favorite Posts

Batman: Killer Croc has an egg. Bruce Wayne is the father.

DPxDC: Danny Phantom fan Damian, best friends with Dash. (they hang out at an arcade, also BATNIPPLES)

DPxDC: John Constantine is Danny's comfort human

DPxDC Dick Grayson is investigating a travelling circus (my favorite prompt, but it's just a prompt)

DPxDC: Vlad masters is a lion? Completely centered around Zeke Morris, an OC.

DPxDC: Danny does his taxes.

DPxDC: Cardboard Danny AU

Danny Phantom: Jazz Fenton Gaslighting People (Short)

DPxDC: The Tangerine Pimpernel (Long)

DPxDC: Danny is applying for a grant with Wayne Enterprieses (The best dramatic irony)

DPXDC: Constantine taking care of baby Danny

DPxDC

Danny texts Jason by accident. Technus is behind everything. (NEW)

Batfamily is infinite realms royalty, Damian tries to take advantage of that and fails.

Psychology Teacher Jazz Fenton vs Joker

Mr Lancer goes to a bar while his students visit Gotham.

Battle Coliseum

Danny in a Maid Dress

The Phantom Cafe (Short)

In Love With The Speed Force : Barry Allen is obsessed with a god. Also the Justice League gets high in this one.

Bartender Dan has a no bats policy.

The Justice League investigates Danny's box selling business. (Featuring the Bodacious Vibes detector)

The Titans discover Danny and Dani are different people

Danny has access to dead knowledge

The Fentons make arrows for Green Arrow (Short)

Trans Danny, mourned by Bio-sibling Damian

The one where Team Phantom destroys all conflict in the Batman universe

Dani is in Hally's Circus, Dick thought she died and now she's back

John Constantine "rescues" Danny from the ghost zone

Steph plans to prank Batman

Bodyguard Danny

Danny vs Plastic Man vs Nightwing: Who would win at Twister? (short)

Wes Weston gets ghost powers, Flash is concerned

Riddler kidnaps Danny, Batman has to answer a riddle to save him

Team Phantom produces a fictional movie on Amity Park

Danny is traumatized, the Batfam is traumatized, everyone is sad and traumatized. (short-ish, hurt/ comfort)

Danny can predict the future, thus Flash yells at god (again, more of a prompt than a full story, cause sometimes I only write the beginnings.)

Dani pranks the justice league

The DC universe is about to collapse, Danny has to herd them out. (Prompt, as I am addicted to beginning stories and never finishing them)

Danny's family reincarnates (yet another prompt.)

Tim has infinite spleens

Jason can see through the fourth wall, and is not down for this Phantom of the Opera nonsense.

The Bats investigate Jazz

Wes is investigated by Superman, Magical shenanigans occur.

Catwoman steals an artifact that has a ghost in it.

Danny putting on his own Brucie Wayne act as Bruce's secretary

Jazz as Damian's Babysitter

Zatanna interacting with a Liminal Gotham

Danny is Batman's Clone (Dramatic Irony, my beloved)

John Constantine accidentally adopts Danny

Jason is dating Jazz, gets Tim and Danny to meet (mostly just Jason and Tim fluff)

Dash Baxter, Metropolis Cop (short)

Queer Platonic Relationship Fluff with Tim and Danny (features a prompty cliffhanger that goes absolutely nowhere)

Danny runs over Kori with a car (featuring yet another cliffhanger prompt ending that goes nowhere)

Clone Adoption Agency

Tim gets his spleen back from Cujo

Danny runs a daycare in Gotham

Maddie is Jim Gordon's Sister (short as heck and not great, but it's the first one I wrote, so it's special to me)

Batman Crossovers (No Danny Phantom edition)

Batman and the Muppets

Miraculous Ladybug: Marinette in Gotham (Fic itself is short, use of ai by another user in the beginning, more of a prompt than a post)

Batman x Game Changer: Robins do Robin trivia

Batman x BNHA: Batgirl gets isekaied into BNHA universe (Like the first chapter of a hypothetically longer fic)

Just Batman (and other DC characters)

Superbat Ship: featuring Batfam Fluff.

Jason can see through the fourth wall (short, more of a prompt than a post, and a continuation of the AU from an above DPxDC post.

Batfam tries to steal the watchtower (based on art!!!)

Matchmaker Tim Drake (again, more of a prompt)

Neurodivergent Batfam Moments

Hero Swap (Based on ART!!!)

Bruce Wayne time travels (short)

Bruce wearing his kids merch (short)

Clark Kent covering Bruce Wayne's drama

Superbat ship stuff (Short)

Percy Jackson

Percy Jackson & Harry Potter Crossover: Percy Jackson Vs Potions Class

Percy Jackson Gods react to Hadestown (Short)

Percy Jackson and Danny Phantom Crossover: Nico wants the Ghost King as his twitch username, but it's taken.

Other Fandoms

Gravity Falls: Levity Rises - the portal incident.

Just Danny Phantom: Jazz dealing with trauma (a bit of a character study, based on art)

Danny Phantom x BNHA crossover: Jazz and Nedzu meet.

BNHA: All Might and All for One completing to be the best dad. (Plot outline.)

BNHA: Izuku becomes a cult leader. (Plot outline)

Beetlejuice: cartoons episode plot outline based on someone’s art. (NEW)

[moonlit-imagines]

Robin and the Stray (Part 1)

Dick Grayson x reader

warnings:

a/n: you already know this is based off of an oc and you already know im gonna write it like its just your average y/n. i dont even know if yall hate this or not but TOO BAD (im kidding please start paying attention to this blog again i long for the days i mattered)

prompt:

part 2

Gotham City, all the way back when you were kids. Didn’t feel like it, though. Not when you two were up all night off on adventures—more like missions—and occasionally crossing paths. Batman and Robin weren’t too fond of you and Catwoman giving them headaches from time to time with your heists and all that fun stuff. But sooner or later they cracked and started letting you two off the hook.

The flirting was just playful at first, a literal get-out-of-jail free card, if you will. But somewhere down the line, you started to mean it. You liked your time spent with Robin, and every once in a while you’d even let him catch you.

Nights that you and Selina split up, the Bat and the Bird had to do the same. That’d when you got him alone. And after a while, you’d just end up on a random rooftop teasing him in some silly, flustering way. A cute comment here and there to let him know you were still interested. Jumping across rooftops and crawling up fire escapes to keep him on his toes while you talked. Although you were still strangers out of these costumes, you still managed to drop a little personal detail every once in a while to bond. Part of you worried if he was only letting you escape to trick you into some false sense of security, lately you’ve been returning stolen goods to him just to see him again.

And night after night there were new encounters, only in these you weren’t really doing anything wrong. Just pouncing around and watching the city, almost like you were on patrol. You could tell him you were just watching over Gotham while he was elsewhere.

It was funny how awkward he was at first when you met. But it’d been some months since the Cats got out of the bag, and Selina was starting to warm up to Batman, too. It was kind of cute. Robin seemed so much more confident talking to you nowadays, he flirted back and laughed with you and pretended you got away when Batman asked where you went (oh, and Catwoman also got away!).

There was one particular night that you’ll never forget. This one night where you’d just snuck out to be in the city, secretly hoping Robin was out, too. All suited up in your catlike garb roaming the streets and rooftops of Gotham, and hours went by without a sighting of your special guy. You sat at the ledge of a rooftop overlooking Downtown Gotham—a bit too close to GCPD, but maybe that was where you needed to be.

It wasn’t long before Robin saw a figure concerningly close to the edge of a high building, and he could just barely make out those cat ears on your head. He awkwardly split off from Batman, who warned him not to do anything stupid. They had just put away a D-list villian and, let’s face it, they’re the most annoying ones to deal with and Batman now had to wash ketchup and mustard out of the crevices of his armor.

Robin met you up top, cheeks warming when he saw your immediate smile when you turned around, he gave you the same one. “Do you want to get a pizza?” He asked you with a shrug and a tilt of his head. You furrowed your brows just barely. “I guess not?”

“I mean—sure. But you want to go now? Like, dressed like this?” You sort of giggled, leaning into the idea just a little.

“Why not?” Robin asked you, eyes gleaming with just a bit of boy wonder. “Gotham’s seen weirder.”

“How’s that gonna affect your ‘image,’ huh? A good boy like you hanging out with the likes of a cat burglar, what would dear old Jim Gordon have to say?” You kept teasing him, but it seemed he was set on the idea. “You don’t even care, do you, Birdy?”

“I don’t, actually.” He said, extending his gloved hand to you. You accepted his help off the ledge and got to your feet.

“Got a place in mind?” You asked him as he walked off without an answer. “Okay, Batman.” You crossed your arms and walked behind him, only half-amused with his manners. But he was still cute the way he acted like Batman in those bright colors and tight pants. At least they’d been tweaked over the past few months, you couldn’t tell if he’d hit some kind of growth spurt or he just really liked tight clothes.

“See that sign over there?” Robin pointed down the street, a bright neon sign displayed the word “PIZZA” in red lettering, encased in a yellow circle you assumed was also pizza. “Twenty-four hours. You’ll be glad to know they do their best work in these hours.”

“You mean ‘vigilante hours?’” You joked, nudging him with your elbow.

“Something like that.” He nudged back. Suddenly, he leaped off the edge of the building—which actually wasn’t that tall if you were used to this sort of thing—and used a grapple gun to break the landing.

“Wow. We’re doing this, huh.” You equipped a whip and secured it to the neighboring building, descending yourself in a much more anticlimactic way—but still impressive if you weren’t used to this sort of thing. “Show off.”

“Had to do it one of these days, you’re always one-upping me.” He said walking forward, just a casual stroll down the streets of Gotham in costume, ignoring any pedestrians or nearby residents that may be up this late. Part of you hoped that you’d run into trouble just to see how it’d feel to fight side by side, show him you’re more than just mischief, you’re a bit kickass, too.

After a few minutes of chatting, the pair of you made it to the pizza shop. Robin opened the door for you where the bell above the door chimed when you entered. The employees watched as two masked freaked walked inside and casually asked what they could get for you. You shrugged when Robin looked at you for your preference, letting him pick for you. Then he pulled out a couple twenty dollar bills from his pocket and told them “keep the change.”

“Got any more of those for me?” You batted your eyes and tilted your head.

“You want to get paid for this date?” He chuckled, wondering if he should make his next joke, but he knew you had a sense of humor. “Wouldn’t that make you a hooker?” You broke into laughter that he joined in on and tapped him on the arm.

“Hey, whatever you wanna call me. As long as I get a couple bucks, what’s the harm?” You joked back and Robin thought to himself how nice your genuine laughter was, not just those careful little chuckles and giggles were. Your true smile was goofy and brilliant to him. Lost in the moment, your order was called up and the two of you left the shop with a hot box of pizza.

“Hold this real quick?” Robin handed the box off to you, then grabbed your waist and grappled to a nearby rooftop as you squealed from surprise.

“What ever happened to a gentlemanly warning? I could have dropped the pizza!” You told him as he took it back.

“Looks good to me.” He peeked in and brought it to another ledge. “I take it you like the view?”

“What do you mean?” You walked closer and took a seat.

“I always see you sitting or standing on the edge of these buildings. You just brooding?” He raised a brow.

“That’s more of a Batman thing.” You took a piece of pizza and took a bite.

“Then tell me why you’re always hanging out on tall buildings.”

“I like looking around, is that a crime?” You asked with a mouthful of cheese and bread.

“No, but breaking and entering is. And stealing, of course.” He took a slice and sat beside you. Below your dangling feet was just another street of Gotham City, a street he protected and you would just watch. Nothing special about it, especially since there were no museums or penthouses here.

You sat with your hands at your sides, leaning forward a bit to get a better view of the ground. It was then that you felt a gentle touch, Robin’s hand on yours. You glanced at him from the side and he saw as your lip curled slightly. If you didn’t know any better, you might have seen him blush. It was strange in a way, feeling so drawn to someone without a name. “Robin” had a nice ring to it, though.

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Jeff the Killer - Jeffrey "Jeff" Alan Dan Woods

Homicidal Liu - Liuis "Liu" Victoria Woods

Sully - Sullivan "Sully" Akira Woods

Randy - Randall "Randy" Allen Warren

Keith - Keith Harvey Davis-Green

Troy - Troy John Green

Ben Drowned - Benjamin "Ben" Scott Lawman

Jane - Jane Todd Richardson-Vaughn

Mary - Mary Annabelle Vaughn

Ticci Toby - Tobias "Toby" Erin Rogers

Masky - Timothy "Tim" Buck Wright

Hoodie - Brian Hunter Thomas

Skully - Jay Gabriel Merrick

Kate the Chaser - Kate Eleanor Milens-Hayes

Charlie - Charles Matheson Jr.

Laughing Jack - Laughing Jack in a Box

Eyeless Jack - Jackson "Jack" Nicky Nyras

Slenderman - Simon (middle and last name unknown) (Human name prior to his experimentation/death)

Splendorman - Jim (Human name prior to his experimentation/death)

Trenderman - Beau (Human name prior to his experimentation/death)

Tenderman - Cedric (Human name prior to his experimentation/death)

Sally - Sally Maryam Dawn (formerly Williams)

Dr Smiley - Azerael Jesse Smiley

Nurse Ann - Annie "Ann" Lusen Mia

Nina - Nina Selene Hopkins

Candy Pop - Unknown

Candy Cane - Unknown

April Fools - Unknown

Jason the Toymaker - Jason Caleb Meyer

The Puppeteer - Jonathan Cole Blake

Clockwork - Natalie Priscilla Ouellette

Rouge - Heather Bridget Marshall

Wilson - Wilson Liam Marshall (neé Jones)

Zalgo - Z͠a̛'l͘ga̶t҉ot̡h

Queen Blackheart (oc) - Elizabeth Cindy Phillips (name prior to death)

Lazari - Lazari Natalie Swann

Stripes - Eloise Sarah Bellarose (name prior to her death)

Nathan - Nathan Maxwell Lux

Bloody Painter - Helen Delilah Otis

Kagekao - Unknown

Laughing Jill - Laughing Jill in a Box

Sadie - Sadie Marie Bennett

Hobo Heart - Unknown

Cat Hunter - Rodrigo Milo Ortiz

Chris the Revenant - Christine "Chris" Wendy Meyers

X-Virus - Cody Larkin Drake

Dollmaker - Erina Jezebel Kerenzalys

Frankie the Undead - Frankie Hades Asher (his real name prior to his death)

Judge Angels - Dina Angela Clark

Lifeless Lucy - Lucy Ava Jones

Lost Silver - Ethan Kin Fuji (his real name before his death)

Glitchy Red - Red (his real name remains a mystery)

Strangled Red - Steven Garrett Stoughton

Dr. Locklear - Evander Agnar Locklear

Lulu - Lucille "Lulu" Tiffany Greatfeil

Killing Kate - Katherine "Kate" Evelyn Knight

Screaming Dawn (oc) - Dawn Evelyn Woods

Will Grossman - William "Will" Gordon Grossman

Lulling Lauren - Lauren Robyn Ross (neé Evans)

CR - Carl Morton Ross

Emra - Emra Amelia Blake (neé Albridge)

Zero - Alice Marie Jackson

Slendrina - Charlotte (first name prior to death/experimentation)

Lily - Lily May Kennett

Nightmare Ally - Adeline "Ally" Ashley Abendroth

Zachary the Proxy - Zachary Julius Gibson

Oliver - Oliver Gorgon Henderson

Alex Kralie - Alexander "Alex" Joseph Kralie

Amy - Amy Callie Walters

Jessica - Jessica Ellie Locke

Seth - Seth Apollo Reid-Wilson (neé Wilson)

Sarah - Sarah Cassie Reid-Wilson (neé Ried)

Third Base - Richard "Doby" Vincent Doggers

Vailly - Vailly Suki Evans

[nevereverthem]

Gotham Masterlist

Jerome Valeska :

My Things [Jerome Valeska x Reader] (OS, no smut, mental breakdown, slapping/punching, hurt/comfort, past trauma, fluff, PDA, minor OC, soft!Jerome)

Jerome Valeska teeny-tiny ideas :

What is love?

Shopping or Business?

Jeremiah Valeska :

That sort of… You!? [Jeremiah Valeska x Reader] (Ficlet, mention of wet dream)

Jeremiah Valeska teeny-tiny ideas :

"Makeover"

Edward Nygma / The Riddler teeny-tiny ideas :

Disaster everything

Gayllucination

Nygmobblepot/Riddlebird teeny-tiny ideas :

First kiss doesn't go as planned

Awakened by a kiss

5×12 short Fix-it

After the fucked up limo scene

'Fake' Edward

Gobblepot :

His little friend (OS, Jim Gordon, Harvey Bullock, GCPD, friendship, talking, mentioned Oswald Cobblepot, dirty thoughts, idiots in love)

Gobblepot teeny-tiny ideas :

Jim's jealous?

Jim is weirdly protective

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[twofacedharveydent]

•  Sequel to We Were Born Sick  & Wasteland   •  

XXXII:  Where the Past Comes Back to Life FFN | WP

"If you have a plan you need to share it with me." Oswald urged.

Ivy turned her body further away from him to make as blatantly obvious as possible that she was ignoring him; quite literally giving him the cold shoulder.

Judging from Bird's sudden change in mood; rolling over and playing nice with Ivy, he could only guess that she was depending on her to get out of this situation and he wasn't fond of being the odd man out.

"Seeing as how were all in this together, it's safe to say our fates are somewhat intertwined. If you have a way out of this, you should share it." He pushed.

"We'll be fine." Ivy said, leaving him with the distinct feeling that he wasn't included in the sentiment.

Holding back a laugh, Bird echoed, "Yeah, Ivy and I will be fine."

Oswald scowled, "Are you expecting me to beg?"

"I just want you to be nice to me." Ivy yelled too far too loudly for the room.

The outburst got the attention of the man holding the trio hostage. He turned to watch them for a moment; for three full grown adults they all seemed to be acting like children in the schoolyard; jealous and petulant.

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[celestialsister0918]

NGL this Character AI stuff is a nice break when my mind won’t work out a fic but I still am craving my characters. I probably should be embarrassed that this is my life rn, but oh well. Jim Gordon is my daddy now and I can’t even complain.

[sl-newsie]

Behind Masks (Dr. Jonathon Crane x OC) Ch. 12: Discovering the Real World

“Here we are live at the Gotham City Policeman's Ball! With a little luck, the money raised from this charity event will be enough to build a new playground for Gotham’s youth!”

Or go filtered unnoticed into the elite’s pockets. These monsters have turned into heroes through the permissive, liberal media. All around me reporters smile and chatter with Gotham’s rich society. Thank God I'm able to go unnoticed.

It’s been a month since my last encounter with Dr. Crane. During that time I’ve been able to pinpoint new targets. No killings yet but there’s plenty of time to spare. When I heard about the upcoming charity ball I couldn’t resist. One fancy black dress and a pair of t-strap heels later I’m at the scene and ready to go. Shrimp cocktails, expensive wine, fudge samples. All completely ridiculous. Except for the fudge samples. Those are still stubbornly delicious.

The other ridiculous part of this event is how many advocates are trying to fish me into their schemes.

“Care to show support for Harvey Dent?”

“I don’t get involved with politics.”

The lady offering me a button doesn’t budge. “It’s not just that. He’s trying to get the Batman more involved with police work.”

My face doesn’t change. “Like I said. Politics. If you don’t mind I’m only here to keep updated with certain… ambitions of mine. Excuse me.”

Harvey Dent is a name that has grown more and more over the past few months. I’m impressed with his moxy against Gotham’s corruption. But I have my own agenda to correlate without relying on someone else again. However there is one person I am looking forward to seeing tonight.

“Good evening, Lieutenant Gordon.”

Jim Gordon. The only cop I can trust in this city. The reason why? He’s the only one who’s worked to be at his rank. No bribes, no blackmail. A simple man with a family who’s trying to clean up Gotham.

“Hello, Dr. Prentiss,” the man smiles and shakes my hand.

“Sadly it’s not ‘doctor’ anymore,” I correct him. “My license is still currently revoked all because of the Arkham incident.”

The kind man’s eyes shine a look of sympathy. “I’m very sorry you had to go through that. No person should ever have to go through that. I’ve seen your file, and I must say you are a very smart and dedicated woman. Your parents would have been very proud.”

He clearly didn’t know them so well.

“Thank you very much, Lieutenant. I hope tonight’s charity will help out.”

“Please, enjoy the ball.”

I nod in departure and continue to the back of the room behind a curtain. A dedicated woman. Indeed I am. This dedicated woman is going to see that all these undeserving, silver-spooned big shots get what’s coming to them.

“Long time no see.” Of course he’s here. Dr. Crane’s familiar taunting voice catches my attention. “I didn’t think you had substantial funds to donate. And I didn’t think you would be willing to associate with these people.”

I slowly turn to face him with an unamused smirk. “I’m not here for charity, Dr. Crane. Events like these are prime opportunities for acquiring information. I don’t mean plain ordinary gossip. I’m talking about vital classified intel.”

The doctor himself is wearing a nicely-pressed black suit. Lord knows where he obtained the money for it. But whether or not he stole the suit he does look rather handsome wearing it.

Crane dismisses my watchful eye and examines my own attire. “You look gorgeous, as usual.”

How flattering. “You’re too kind. I must say you don’t look too bad yourself, Dr. Crane. You clean up nicely.”

He gives a quick huff and toys with a drained champagne glass. “My guess is that you’ve been busy, Dr. Prentiss. Is my assumption correct?”

Something catches my interest. “You still call me doctor. You always have, even at Arkham.”

“Becoming a doctor is no easy task, Calico. I know personally what it’s like to get that taken away.”

That’s right. His record was stricken from the medical community too. His name wasn’t cleared. That is rather sweet that he’s considerate enough to respect it. Did he just use my first name?

“Um, thank you,” I reply, finding it harder to keep my gaze up. In the corner of my eye I see a few uniformed cops chatting. “On another matter, may I suggest that we carry out this conversation in a more private environment?”

Crane sees where I’m looking but does little to show concern. He looks like a professor bored by a lingering lecture and merely inches away towards the back hall. I’ll admit my moral compass has steered a smidgen off course by helping him.

“Excuse me, who might you be?” A new voice asks from behind.

Perfect. Now what? Oh. What have we here?

“Calico Prentiss, sir.”

I’ll admit he is as handsome as the press advertises. I’ve never seen him in person, but for good reason. His rich world far exceeds my own and I want no part of it. The only reason he’s not on my list is because he actually knows the meaning of the word charity.

“Prentiss. Prentiss… As in Harold and Eleanor Prentiss?” he asks with soft eyes.

My parents. Their names spark memories but I push them down. “I’m their daughter.”

He gives me a charming smile. “Pleased to meet you. I’m-”

“Everyone knows who you are, Mr. Wayne.”

Bruce Wayne. Gotham’s billionaire playboy. His reputation upholds his family’s wealth although I do give him credit for attending a policeman’s charity ball. Is it a trick of the light or does he look disappointed at my recognition of him?

“Sadly, yes. I’m sorry for your loss, Ms. Prentiss. I heard about the accident-”

“So did everyone else. Kind words have become numb to me.”

My even tone cuts through his condolences. Yet his sympathy does not diminish.

“Well if there’s anything I can do, anything you need, just let me know.”

He’s serious? “To be frank, why are you helping me, Mr. Wayne? You don’t know me. Unless this is a charity publicity stunt-”

“No, no. Not at all,” Wayne quickly interrupts. “I’m offering help because I understand what it’s like to lose a loved one. My parents were killed too.”

He’s not joking? There’s a touch of humility about you, Mr. Wayne. Could he be playing a charade just as I am? Is Bruce Wayne not a dim-witted, arrogant playboy?

“Thank you for your concern, Mr. Wayne. But I’d rather not think about the topic. Tonight’s event is a special one.”

Wayne nods in agreement and offers me a champagne glass. Quite the bachelor.

“It’s encouraging to see the city taking a turn to support Gotham’s youth. This banquet was Harvey’s idea.

Harvey Dent? Intriguing.

“Perhaps he is Gotham’s new white night. Lord knows the city deserves him after all it’s been through.” I take a sip of the sweet alcohol. “Let us prosper without fearing the unknown and look to the future.”

Wayne chuckles and looks at me with a curious eye. “You’ve got a bit of a philosophical side, Calico.”

A dark side. “You could say that.” I take another sip, toying with the idea of a new subject. “Have you ever considered the concept of unknown fear?”

Mr. Wayne pauses at my sentence. I’ve struck something.

“How do you mean?”

“Take for example a cornfield. You have to go inside it. Someone tells you there is a vampire waiting to kill you inside. You enter knowing full well what to expect.” Another sip. So far he’s humering my theatrical chat. “Now, consider the same scenario. But this time someone tells you there’s something out to kill you. When you enter you have no idea who or what to anticipate. The fear of something known compared to something unknown is a marvel, don’t you think? Sometimes you never know what might… pop up.”

Is this what Nigma feels like when he sets out a riddle trail? I’m not completely exposing that I plan to take the law into my own hands but it’s fun to tease it.

“That’s very insightful, Ms. Prentiss,” Wayne says, impressed. “Dare I say you are a very unique person. Does fear inspire you?”

No. But I know someone it does.

“My interest is-”

“Did I hear that right? You’re discussing fear?”

Dr. Crane has come out of hiding. How bold. He takes the liberty to stand a bit closer than last time and looks between us with expecting eyes. Is he trying to blow my cover?

“Excuse me, Mr. Wayne.” I stiffly grab Crane’s arm. “My colleague and I must be going now.”

Before Wayne can ask further I steer Crane back to the hall and corner him.

“Colleagues, are we?” he smirks. “How exciting.”

“Cut the drama. You interrupted me. What for?”

“I just thought that you’d prefer to discuss fear with someone who’s life is dedicated to the subject.”

No that’s not it. When Crane lies his eyebrows twerk inward. He doesn’t care for my self image or my protection, so what else…?

A lightbulb clicks and an eureka smile grows on my face. “Is Dr. Crane jealous?”

He scoffs and tries to walk away but I cage him in. “That’s childish of you to think so.”

“You know I was a psychiatrist too. I can clearly see you’re lying.”

Crane halts and takes a deep breath, considering his response. “Fine. I don’t think you should trust someone of his… position so easily. His morals aren’t the best.”

“What would you know about morals? The man who abducts pedestrians for his mad scientist projects. Since when is my well-being in your best interest?”

“Very well. Flirt with him. Sleep with him for all I care.” Crane pushes past and walks further down the hall. “You’re poisoning my mind with thoughts of chivalry.”

I glare at the ceiling. “I’m not flirting. It’s called having an intellectual conversation that does not involve being tortured with fear gas.”

Dr. Crane doesn’t answer. What was his plan anyway? Why did he come here tonight? 

CRASH!

An explosion rocks the room and I stumble to the ground. People start screaming and in seconds guests are scurrying in a panic. Peppered gunfire echoes through the noise. This is Gotham, after all. The question is who-?

“Surprise!”

It has to be him. Of course it does. Gotham’s new clown prince of crime has just arrived uninvited to the charity ball. Literally crashing the party.

“We interrupt this boring chit-chat bash with this stirring announcement!” The smiling villain hops onto a banquet table with a tommy gun in his hand. “Unless Batman shows up here tonight, I will kill Gotham’s beloved Commissioner!”

“We will!” A shrill voice giggles.

A new face appears beside him. A clown girl wearing a red and black jester costume, carrying a sledge hammer with a smile painted on each side. 

That’s my cue to skedattle.

I lift up my skirt and discreetly speed walk through the screaming crowd. There’s always a back window.

“Leaving so soon?” Crane’s back.

“Could say the same thing about you,” I remark and begin to climb through. Yes! There’s a fire escape!

“I’m not in the market to be sent back to Arkham. Joker may be crazy enough to tempt Batman but I’m not.”

Outside the night is already filled with the sound of approaching sirens. I’m not waiting around for Batman to show up. I swing onto the metal bars and climb down to the wet pavement. I’ve done this before, just not in a dress.

“Need some help?” The doctor asks from above. “Would hate to see that dress get torn.”

“Shush!” I hiss. 

Almost down- Yes! I drop down and look up to see Crane beginning his own attempt down the fire escape. It’s- It’s hilarious.

“Need some help?” I mock his tone.

He groans. “Either keep quiet or expect to take me to a hospital.”

Bold of him to assume I would if the time comes. He too drops down and takes a second to get his bearings. By now cop cars are only a few blocks away. I personally don’t feel like being interviewed as a bystander.

“Keep up!” Crane takes off sprinting down the opposite direction.

“Why should I follow you?” I shout back. But I run after him anyway.

The sirens are getting closer. Faster faster faster! We bolt several blocks down, jumping in-between the shadows. He’s gotten spry over the past months. Where is he going?

“Over here!”

Dr. Crane’s muffled voice beckons me to a darkened warehouse. Near the docks. This must be his new lab. I should go home. On the other hand…

“You’re not leading me here to drug and experiment on me again, are you?” I put my hands on my hips.

Crane rolls his eyes and grabs my arm to yank me over. “Just get in!”

First thing I notice: it’s clean. The small but intricate lab looks textbook-perfect. The next thing: there are many more vials than the amount in his old office. 

“You’ve been busy, Dr. Crane,” I comment, still looking at his workspace.

“Hands to yourself, please.” Does he mean the lab or himself? “Everything is in a particular order. You can stay until this mess subsides.” He’s inviting me to-? “Consider it as payment for last time.”

So much for not trying to find him. He found me. And instead of avoiding me like his letter promised he invites me to his lab. What game is he playing?

I hear a click and look over to see him turn on a small TV. The screen flickers to life and a reporter stands in front of the building we just came from.

“Summer Gleeson here, reporting live from the Gotham art gallery where the Joker has just interrupted the policeman’s charity ball. Although the Batman attempted to apprehend the criminal, the Joker escaped thanks to the help of his new henchgirl.” The camera pans to where the cops are cuffing the clown girl I saw earlier. She doesn’t seem to mind because she’s smiling like a madman.

“Hiya!”

Summer walks closer and holds up the microphone. “How do you explain tonight’s chaos?”

“It was in the name of love,” the girl gushes.

“It was insanity,” I mutter.

“Love is insanity,” Crane drones and shuts the TV off. “Looks like we’re off the hook for tonight. Have you gotten up to speed with the other new villains? Oh, forgive me.” He points to a small cot. “Would you like to have a seat?”

I search my instincts for any sign to leave immediately but find none. His blue eyes hold no clue of hostility. I suppose a little social time never hurts.

“Thank you for the gesture, but I won’t be staying too long.” Does he look annoyed or disappointed? “I’ve kept in touch with Ivy and Nigma but that’s all. Who else should I know about?”

Crane chuckles darkly and pulls out a stack of newspapers. “You’ve been so caught up with Gotham’s elite that you’ve ignored those who are making headlines elsewhere. This man here, Cobblepot, is a new gang leader. Calls himself Penguin.”

“I don’t deal with gangs.”

He nods and holds up another newspaper clipping. “This one might interest you. A new cat burglar has been stealing jewelry. They call her Catwoman.”

“I don’t deal with thieves. The only one I’m out for is myself, Dr. Crane. I’m a solo act.”

I appreciate his help but I’ve come this far by myself without having to rope anyone else into my plan. As sad as it might sound it helps my mission work better when I have no one to regret leaving if I’m killed.

The doctor shows no expression towards my statement and proceeds to remove his suit jacket, which is now covered with dirt.

“You live here now?” I ask out loud.

“Yes,” he answers simply. “Sorry to disappoint but I didn’t have enough in the month’s budget to live in a luxury complex.”

“You know money means nothing to me,” I assure dryly. “The rich society is one the world can live without.”

“Then why stay? Because you can’t handle it in the real world?” Crane prods.

Anger flashes through me and I bunch up my skirt to inch towards the door. “I am very well aware of the real world, Dr. Crane. My last experience at Arkham made sure of that.” Crane makes no move to stop me when I open the door. “Thank you for the hospitality but I need to return to my ‘luxury complex’ so I can plan out my revenge in peace. P.S.- ‘Don’t bother trying to find me.’ Goodnight, Dr. Crane.”

The doctor sighs and walks over. Is he going to hold me against my will-?

“If you utter a single word of where my lab is, I will inject you with a dose so bad that you’ll never wake up from it.”

Message loud and clear. We both have an understanding. He keeps to his business and I keep to mine. I give him a determined nod and shut the door. Outside and alone again I can be with my thoughts. What was that all about? Why bring me here if he’s only going to insult my ridiculous lifestyle?

It’s starting to rain. I start making my way home and consider calling for a cab. But that would only prove Crane is right. I can handle the real world, I can walk down the street.

“Ah!”

Someone runs up from behind and suddenly a cloth bag is pulled over my head. Another pair of hands grab mine and bind them with- a zip tie? What the Hell is going on?

“Got her! She’s the right one?” I hear one guy say.

“She’s the one in the picture. Let’s go!”

Something smacks against my skull and the lights go out.

[rayah36]

✨ Looking for RP Partners!✨

Hi! I’m Ry,

I’m 23 and I’ve been struggling finding good Roleplay Partners for The Boys, I searched on Wattpad and Amino for years with no luck.

I’m searching for either Oc x CC or CC x CC ( If it’s OC x CC then I am of course okay with double ups! ) and for a plot I like to discuss it with you and come up with ideas!

<{•.•}>~Fandoms~<{•.•}>

Marvel | > Avengers mainly but X-men too

Mandalorian | > Crush is Mando

Halo | > crush gotta be Master Chief 👁️🫦👁️

The Boys | > Butcher is the goat

Red dead Redemption 2 | > Arthur or John 👀

DC | > Batman or Dick Grayson

Sherlock, tv show | > John for sure

The Witcher | > forever ship Jaskier and Geralt

Umbrella Academy | > Deigo or Klaus

Gotham | > Jim Gordon 💋

The 4400 | > Tom Baldwin ofc

Bitten | > Jeremy 🥵

🔻🔺Rules🔺🔻

Must be 18+

I’m over 18 so this is a strong preference

Literate / Novelist

No Incest, CP, or Beast stuff

( even with Deep from the boys, I know it’s somewhat canon with him but I work with animals so it grosses me out. )

My Replies are fast when I’m not busy, I will normally tell you my work hours so you know and I will reply when I can.

I will do any Genre; Romance, Smut, Gore, drama, all of that.

That’s pretty much it! If your interested shoot me a message and I’ll reply as soon as I can! Or just comment down on this post and I’ll shoot you one when I get the chance.

Replies can take up to 1-3 days, I can do multiple replies in a day if I’m not too busy.

Thanks for reading!

[hannahhook7744]

My Ships;

Janlos.

Huma.

Hil.

Humail.

Haudrey.

Chil (Gil and Chad).

Dizzy x Celia (don't know their ship name).

Cevon (Cj and Zevon).

Soaring Angel (Claudine frollo and LeFou Deux).

Bronze Mate (Sammy and Gaston the 3rd).

Hunted flower (Clay and Ginny).

Mad Governor (Mad Maddy and Rick Ratcliffe).

Tiger Hood (Tiger Peony and Bobby Hood).

Jade and Jonas (Jay's cousin and Uma's crew mate).

Hunter x Eliza x Jim jr( Carlos's cousin and Jane's cousin, and The kids from Lady and and tramp).

Melody x Zephyr (Ariel's kid and Esmerlda's kid).

Jonnie.

Bal.

Devie.

Captain Tremaine (Anthony and Harriet).

De viled Dwarf (Diego and Derek).

Mad de vil (Ivy and Gordon).

Lil Chaca (Li Shang Jr and Chaca).

Pinocchio x Alice.

Lottie and Lars (Charlotte and Hans' nicest brother).

Heddie (Hermie and Eddie).

Rela (Reza and Yzla).

Rap (Ruby x Hap).

Flirty Goth (Anxelin x Tyrone ).

Michael John, son of Milo and Kida and Kailani, the daughter of Nani and David Kawena.

Jackata (Jackson the son of Tarzan and Jane and Katalina, daughter of Kuzco).

Yi-min and Quincy son of Quasimodo and Madeline.

Elle x Jace Badun.

Nakoma x Thomas.

Nizhoni (Nakoma and Thomas's daughter) x Marlon (Merida's emo son).

Herkie x Emile (Zephyr's sister).

Attaang (Nakoma and Thomas's daughter) x Shilo/shy.

Nina x Grouchy (Tina's daughter/Tyrone's twin and Grumpy's other son).

Hanny (Hadie x Danny Darling).

Mozenrath and Sadira.

Isabella Madrigal x Bubo Marquez.

Mirabel Madrigal x Miguel Rivera.

The canon Encanto ships.

Luisa Madrigal x Ryder Nattura.

Tartie= Tulip Lampwick x Artie Pendragon.

Foul Puppet/Puppet Fellow= Pin x Julie Foulfellow.

Hans Westergaard x Drizella Tremaine.

Anastasia Tremaine x Jacob Laythn (the baker).

Tiger Lily x Lampwick.

Jordan x Ally.

Freddie x Zevon x Cj.

Sea three x Royal two.

Nina x Aziz.

Princess Eilonwy x Alexander.

Weighted Tremaine= Gaston Jr and Debbie Tremaine.

Bromtrina= Brok Bones and Katrina.

Charlars= Charlotte La Bouff and Lars Westergaard.

Featuring some ocs of @casinotrio1965 , mine, and @cleverqueencommander .

[mischievouslittlecreature]

Part 9: The Scarecrow & The Shadow

Fandom: The Dark Knight Trilogy

Pairing: Jonathan Crane x OC

Summary: Worried about the potential consequences of either of them getting arrested, Vanessa presents Jonathan with a proposal.  

Word Count: 2,360

Notes: I know that technically very few states have self solemnization in real life, but we’re just going to pretend that Gotham has its own special laws regarding that because this is what I always envisioned for them. Warnings for references to sexual content.

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Vanessa watched from the entrance as the police car pulled away, hands stuffed into her pockets, frowning. Beside her, Jonathan sighed, taking off his glasses and cleaning them before sliding them back up his nose.

“Come on, let’s get out of the rain,” he said, making a move to go back inside the asylum. When she didn’t follow him, he stopped. “Nes?”

“Coming,” she tore her eyes away from where the police car had just been, going to follow Jonathan back inside. Neither of them said much as they went to the elevator, Jonathan punching the number for the floor of their offices. Vanessa followed him into his office, closing the door behind her.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, head tilted while he adjusted the cuffs on his shirt.

“That was close.”

“Not really,” he shrugged.

“We’ve had too many incidents here over the past few months. People are going to start to get suspicious.”

“Most people already believe that the asylum is cursed or haunted or both.”

“Jonathan,” she said sternly. He sighed.

“The cops around here are dumber than a box of rocks. They couldn’t solve a case if the answer was written out for them at the crime scene in blood.”

“That Jim Gordon is smarter than the others,” she said, lowering herself onto the couch. “I think he’s been suspicious of us since we got rid of Dr. Arkham.”

“Hm,” Jonathan hummed, looking out the window, lips pursing as he considered. Straightening, he came to sit down beside her. “So what do you want to do? Get rid of him?”

“That will only make them all more suspicious,” she shook her head, sighing. “I don’t know.”

He reached across to take her hands, rubbing over her knuckles with his thumb. “We’ll be fine.”

“We should prepare for the possibility that someday, someone might figure out what it is that we’ve been doing here.” 

Jonathan’s ice blue eyes searched hers carefully, before nodding. “Okay. You have anything in mind?”

“Not right now,” she admitted. Her mind was spinning with undeveloped ideas; but nothing concrete. There were so many angles to cover, it would take some time.

“Well, we can both mull it over at least. Talk about some ideas after work,” he checked his watch. “I have to get downstairs to an appointment.”

“Okay,” she let him go. He kissed her tenderly on the cheek before rising from his seat.

“It’s going to be fine, Nes.”

She nodded.

∗ ∗ ∗ 

“I do have an idea,” she said, nervously swirling her wine in her glass, watching the deep red liquid swish around and around and around. Beside her on the couch, Jonathan shifted, arm wrapped around her shoulders. Vanessa was leaning up against his side, her legs stretched out on the remainder of the couch not occupied by either of them. It had been a long day at work; both of them more than content to just curl up on the couch together with a bottle of wine, Chinese food, and a horror movie for the evening. 

“Oh?” Jonathan asked curiously, pressing pause on the movie. “What is it?”

Bringing her wine glass to her lips, Vanessa swallowed down the remainder of the alcohol in a nervous gulp, leaning forward to set it down on the coffee table in front of them. Taking a deep breath, she twisted her hands together, glancing at him anxiously.

“Now, listen…you can say no, if you want,” she started. One of his brows kicked upwards, but other than that, he didn’t say a thing. “I’ve been reading up about laws, about certain options for immunity if one of us gets caught. And, um…” she stuttered around the words, utterly unsure of how he would feel about what she was going to suggest. “The most sure way for a couple to prevent being compelled by a prosecution to testify against one another is through marriage.” 

Jonathan stiffened against her, pulling back to set his wine glass down on the end table and look at her more fully, eyes wide. Vanessa swallowed hard as she stared up at him levelly.

“Vanessa,” he said, very slowly, and she could see his mind working a mile a minute behind his beautiful blue eyes. “Are you asking me to marry you?”

“I–” she felt her cheeks flare with warmth. “Only if you want to.”

He let out a sharp laugh at that, sitting up more fully, encouraging her to do the same as he tucked some hair behind her ear and clutched her hands. “If I want to…” he cradled her face, kissing her on the mouth.

She smiled, leaning closer to him, until their noses bumped, closing her eyes and resting her head against his palm. When she opened her eyes again, he was staring at her with an analytical expression, though the softness with which he often regarded her was still there. Turning her head, she kissed the center of his palm. “I love you.”

Jonathan’s eyes softened further, throat working as he swallowed, leaning in closer to kiss her again. Then he pulled away, standing while still holding her hands.

“What are you doing?” she asked. He pulled her to her feet.

“Doing this properly.”

“What–” her eyes widened as he sank down onto one knee in front of her, heart jumping into her throat as she blinked hard at the sudden, unexpected tears springing forth into her eyes. “I thought that you didn’t care about being traditional.”

“I don’t,” he rubbed her knuckles with his thumbs, cracking a smile. “But I’m willing to make an exception for this,” he cleared his throat dramatically and she giggled, squeezing his fingers. When he spoke, his voice was deadly serious. “I love you. You’re my favorite person in the world,” his fingers flexed around hers, his cheeks turning pink. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” she jumped when he lifted a hand to caress her cheek, wiping away a few tears that she hadn’t even realized had fallen. “And I would very much like not to be forced to testify against you if we ever get arrested.”

She laughed at the unexpected joke, the hand he had on her face returning to clasp her fingers in his.

“So,” he drew in a deep, nervous breath. “Vanessa Charlotte Sullivan, will you marry me?”

“Yes,” she said, almost instantaneously, and he surged up from where he was kneeling, arms going around her waist as he kissed her. She beamed against his lips, hands cupping his cheeks, laughing joyfully as he pressed her down firmly into the couch, lips salty form the combination of their ecstatic tears.

∗ ∗ ∗ 

Vanessa made an appointment with the county clerk’s office that weekend, and they headed down there first thing Saturday morning, hand in hand. They were dressed nicely, but not over the top: Jonathan in just a dark suit while Vanessa wore a lacy black dress she had yet to find an occasion to wear.

Neither of them had ever been particularly interested in the idea of a wedding. It all seemed rather ridiculous and over the top to them. Not to mention that neither of them had any other real friends or even acquaintances to invite to a wedding, had they decided to have one. 

At the end of the day, they both agree that self-solemnization was the best course of action for both of them. No religious fuss to get Jonathan’s hair to stand on end, nor witnesses or an officiant staring at them as they spoke deeply personal words to each other to make Vanessa feel all violated and twitchy.

Gotham was one of the few places in the country that allowed self-solemnization. And made it a surprisingly popular place for eloping couples. Vanessa didn’t particularly care why Gotham allowed self-solemnization when the rest of the state didn’t; she was just thrilled that the process involved as little fuss as possible. 

“You two been together long?” the clerk asked as she checked their photo IDs and began to doll out the paperwork they would need to fill out.

“Since college,” Vanessa said simply. 

“That’s lovely,” the clerk smiled at her sweetly. She just nodded, fingers squeezing against Jonathan’s arm as they filled out the paperwork and handed it back.

“And just sign your names here,” the clerk presented the paper to them. Vanessa wrapped her arms around Jonathan’s waist as soon as the clerk had retreated away to give them some privacy.

“Last chance to change your mind,” she whispered in his ear, pressing a kiss into his cheek. It wasn’t like either of them were all that invested in any form of a traditional lifestyle. Had it not been for the possibility of one or both of them getting arrested at some point, they probably would have forgone marriage all together. Neither of them needed a slip of paper to know that they would be together forever.

But still, there were benefits of that little slip of paper that neither of them could dismiss. Not to mention the peace of mind it would bring her. It would do good to have all their ducks in a row; should shit one day hit the fan.

 Jonathan snorted, turning his head to nose at her hair affectionately before scribbling his name down on the line and handing her the pen. She reluctantly let him go to take it between her fingers, laughing as she felt him hug her from behind, kissing her temple and hooking his chin over her shoulder. The pen scratched against the paper as she signed her name, heart jumping as she looked down at the two near illegible doctor’s signatures side by side on the paper.

Glancing over her shoulder at Jonathan, she smiled at him with lowered eyes, stroking his cheek. “Hi, husband.”

His laugh vibrated against her back, leaning closer until their foreheads touched. “Hello, wife,” he purred, pressing his mouth against hers. The kiss was deep and heated; a far cry from the usual quick pecks that they usually shared in public. Like he was trying to tell her without words just how happy he was; how much he loved her.

Once they broke apart, she cradled a hand at the back of his head, keeping him close as she hummed in happiness, nuzzling at his nose. Finally turning away, she picked up the paperwork, and together they took it over to the clerk, holding each other’s hands. 

“Anything else?” she asked the clerk as she took the paper.

“No, that’s everything. I’m assuming that you would like to file right away? There’s no waiting period in the city of Gotham.” 

“Yes, please.”

The clerk nodded. “Then you’re all set. Congratulations, both of you.”

“Thank you,” they both said, heading to the exit.

“That was much easier than I thought,” Jonathan commented.

“I thought that surely they would give us more shit about it,” Vanessa commented, hugging his arm. Their apartment wasn’t all that far away, and the moment that they were inside and the door was shut behind them, she pressed him up against it firmly, chuckling at the little yelp he let out as she crowded into his space and kissed him.

“Mm…what’re you doing?” he chuckled as she moved her lips down to his neck.

“There’s still one thing left that we have to do,” she purred into his skin, enjoying the way that he shivered and tilted his head back against the wood of the door.

“Is that so?” he teased, eyes shining mirthfully behind his glasses. Vanessa nodded, hands smoothing out along his chest as she tilted her head up to kiss him again, grinning as his hands landed on her hips and he started to walk her backwards.

“At least we won’t technically be living in sin anymore,” she said dryly. Jonathan snorted.

“Granny would be so thrilled,” his voice dripped with sarcasm.

“I’m sure that we can come up with many other things to do that would have horrified her to her very core.”

“God, I love you.”

Laughing, she wrapped her arms around him, letting him scoop her up into his embrace, both of them kissing enthusiastically as he carried her into the bedroom.

Later, much later, they were curled up in bed with an opened bottle of champagne that Jonathan had bought earlier in the day, licking grease from the pizza they’d ordered off of their fingers. Vanessa stretched, the soft material of Jonathan’s shirt riding up her bare thighs, smirking to herself when she caught him staring. Not that she could blame him, as she allowed herself to appreciate how he looked in his boxer shorts and nothing else.

With a hand on the small of her back, Jonathan drew her in closer until she was pressed flush to him, one of her thighs hooked over his hip and her palms on his chest.

“I like being married to you,” he admitted, dropping his head into her neck, spreading kisses down it and then moving onto her shoulder. Vanessa wrapped her arms around him, heart squeezing happily at the words. Even though they’d technically gotten married for the immunity, she couldn’t say that the idea of him as her husband didn’t make her feel a little giddy; all warm and fuzzy with affection. 

And she did love him. More than anything. And she knew that he loved her; no matter what she did. What atrocities she had inflicted; or that had been inflicted upon her. Vanessa knew that her mind was sick. Twisted and torn, probably beyond repair. Just like his. They were the same in that way too, true equals in every sense of the word. It was incredibly soothing, to know that he loved her without expectations, without limits. No matter how much of a monster she became. 

 She supposed that in a way, at least in her mind, they had already been married. 

“Mm. I like being married to you too,” she told him, grazing her lips along the shell of his ear. Jonathan just hummed in deep agreement, and pulled her closer.

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[keffirinne]

You would look good in red - pt 2/ Victor Zsasz x OC

I'm also on ao3: link

#Zsasz's creepy fantasies continue #descriptions of sex #descrtption of cum

Chapter 2: Trial

Lisa tried to focus on the ongoing trial, but she was distracted by the unpleasant feeling of being watched. It was a persistent, itchy feeling at the back of her head that she could not get rid of. When she finally turned her head to confirm her suspicions, the feeling only grew stronger. This creepy, blond man from the warehouse was staring at her with a lazy yet disturbing look of his dark eyes. Despite the fact that he was a few meters away from her, handcuffed, and a lot of police officers were in the room, Lisa was uncomfortable. There was something about him, his presence, that made her fearful. The combination of his appearance and behavior, even when he wasn't doing anything, was bringing back some childhood nightmares. Working as a police officer in Gotham she was facing real monsters on a daily basis, but it was Zsasz who, somehow, was making a unique impression on her. She didn't want to think what was going on in his head right now as he was staring at her like that. She would have sworn that at some point that the corner of his mouth lifted slightly when she glanced at him, but she might have been imagining it too. In any case, she now tried not to look at him at all. Just in case.

When it was Lisa's turn to testify, she pushed aside all her unnecessary thoughts and focused on her job. Answering in front of the judge and prosecutor, she easily recalled the events from less than a week ago and described them truthfully and coherently, just as she rehearsed earlier. She drew confidence from her preparation; the entire action was, after all, meticulously supervised by Jim Gordon. Even if the judge ultimately dismisses the case, as Jim predicted, the main point here was to make an example. Too often the system has turned a blind eye to brazen and blatant violations of the law and acquiesced to criminals with impunity. Provocations like this one were meant to start making the public aware that GCPD was not afraid to throw down the gauntlet to the city’s major players. The bribery, malpractice, dishonest and disgusting practices of previous commanders were coming to an end. Jim Gordon had a mission, and he was going to send a loud message to the entire underground that he was not afraid to go to war. And Lisa sincerely believed that if there was anyone who could make a difference in this sick system, it was Jim Gordon. 

When the attorney asked her to recognize the defendant, she did so without hesitation. For a moment they caught eye contact. She even endured his gaze, although now it was not as intense as before. Now the man looked simply bored.

~ ~ ~

Amid the discernible signs of fatigue on the woman's face and learned distance, there was something else about her that caught Zsasz's attention. Pale skin covered with dark circles under her eyes, lightly smeared makeup, and her eyes, bright, deer-like eyes. A deer that was being chased by its predator and had not yet noticed that it was trapped. Was it fear what he could see in them? Zsasz smirked with the corner of his mouth. He had seen this emotion many times, on many faces and in different intensities, ranging from mild anxiety to extreme terror. 

Zsasz would like to see the second one on the officer's face.

The woman was currently testifying against him, describing in detail that chilly morning from a week ago when he dealt with an inconvenient partner in Roman's business. Anthony? Alfredo? Something like this. The fat man was a coward, as soon as Zsasz pulled out his knife and didn’t even touch him, he began to tell all the secrets. 

Completely pointless, Roman didn't want information from him, he just wanted to get rid of the cocksucker who dared to offend him. He bled like a swine, there was nothing dignified about it. It was a little funny when he pathetically cried for mercy. Even his blood seemed thin and bland. 

Zsasz took another look at the blonde officer. Her blood must have been certainly prettier than some overweight sucker. He began to imagine what her body would look like decorated with long, straight cuts, like a canvas on which he could draw red marks. The pale skin would easily yield to each cut, letting the red fluid ooze from them like the finest wine. His knife would enter her softly, gently. Crimson scarf running down her throat, her collarbones, her breasts. 

Yes, she would look pretty in red. 

However, the longer Zsasz explored the images, his mind started to suggest different pictures. The police uniform that the officer was wearing, despite being shapeless and not at all emphasizing the woman's qualities, left a lot of room for imagination. And Zsasz had a broad imagination and could be very creative if he wanted. Imagining the woman without a multi-part, stiff costume turned out to bring him more amusement than he thought. 

His attorney who worked for Roman, a smooth-tongued boy, greedy for bribes had just risen from his seat and replaced the prosecutor, now asking the officer his questions. Zsasz was sure she was avoiding his gaze. When she was told to point him out, she only ran her eyes over his face for a moment, but quickly took them back, looking somewhere in the back of the room. 

Zsasz hung his gaze on her body. The woman was petite and slim. Under that heavy uniform, she probably had small, firm breasts. Not too large, but enough to grab them and squeeze with a hand. He also assumed that she was all shaved up, she looked like this type. Slowly, the images of her naked body bathed in blood, covered with a whole map of wounds, arranged in an elegant pattern, began to transform into others, however, bringing equally pleasurable sensations in the body. The feeling of excitement remained, however, began to bend to the usual primal urges. 

Zsasz concluded that the officer's naked body would look just as good covered in blood as in his cum. The two contrasting images caused similarly nice feelings, but Zsasz couldn't put them together. It was as if his mind was telling him to choose one or the other. Unable to make up his mind, Zsasz accepted both versions, allowing the alternating fantasies to make his boring time in court more fun. 

~ ~ ~

“...The defendant is found not guilty and is cleared of all charges.”

With these words, the judge ended the hearing and left the room, signaling to everyone that the session was over. Although such an outcome was expected, Lisa felt slight disappointment. Some part of her was deluded that perhaps things could end differently. The side of the defendant seemed not to be surprised by the result either, Zsasz seemed not to change his facial expression even once, not betraying completely what he was thinking about. He looked as if he hadn't even listened to his lawyer as he was giving him his final instructions while packing his belongings into an elegant briefcase. He was dressed in a double-breasted, navy blue striped suit trimmed with gold thread. Zsasz was also dressed elegantly and neatly, but not as ostentatiously as his attorney. Instead of a tight t-shirt, he wore a dark, loose shirt unbuttoned at the neck and elegant pants. The right image in court has always been important, but looking at Zsasz’ face and neck covered with scars, what was giving him a look straight out of horror movies, the outfit alone wouldn't be able to do much. 

Although the trial had already ended and people had already started to leave, a new person entered the room. If for just a moment Lisa thought that the lawyer was bringing all the attention with his attire, he became completely invisible to the newcomer. Roman Sionis, with a pair of tinted sunglasses on his nose,  was dressed in a light blue suit with a colorful pocket square tucked into his breast pocket, and white moccasins. He marched nonchalantly through the wave of exiting people, who for some reason began to part before him, and walked toward the defendant's bench. An ostentatious boredom was painted on his face. Noticing him, the lawyer stopped packing his things and hastily extended his hand in greeting. Roman shook it reluctantly and began to exchange a few words with him. He was one of the most influential men in the city and also one of the most wanted men in Gotham, not only by GCPD, which was confirmed by the numerous glances from women in his direction. Lisa caught herself looking too long at him too. She stopped and rose from her seat, heading to the exit. It was time to focus on more important things like meeting Jim, who would surely want to talk to her about next moves.

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