#lady Gotham rp

[mistressofgotham]

“Everyone who enters Gotham comes back eventually.”

“All who come forever stuck, but if you happen to step into the depths of the afterlife just know… We Welcome You Weary Traveler”

Hello there! Please be aware that I am a minor so if you do interact please don’t be weird about it!! So sorry if I come off as clunky or anything but this is my first real tumblr rp blog! But anyways-

Character info

The character I chose to roleplay as isn’t technically a character of Dc and is more of a concept made by the fandom that being: Lady Gotham! The personification of Gotham and its curse!

My Lady Gotham has three heads since I imagined her design like the Greek goddess Hecate, the three heads go by “The Murderer”(right), “The Monarch”(center), and finally “The Madman”(left)

The Murderer: not much is known about the Murderer but some say she gained her name back when she was a mortal.

The Murderer however has taken a liking to Talia al Ghul, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain

Perhaps it’s because of the acts of lethal violence they’ve all engaged in.

The Monarch: the main understanding of the Monarch is that she keeps the Murderer and the Madman under control. She is most likely the main one seen when the three heads split into their own beings.

It seems she absolutely adores the bat family as a whole but seems to absolutely despise the villains of the city and John Constantine.

She does not seem to like people who dabble in the Occult(hence her and the others dislike to John Constantine)

The Madman: despite having “man” in her name she strictly goes by female pronouns and she represents the psychopathic tendencies of the villains of Gotham, most notably, The Joker.

The people she likes just happen to be The Joker, Harley Quinn, Tim, and Jason.

Perhaps she takes some sick pleasure in watching the people tormented by The Joker suffer.

With the basics of the characters feel out of the way the way they dress makes them seem they’re from the Victorian era.

The Murderer has a mask covering her mouth and her eyes suspiciously seem to be bloodshot, has she’s been crying?

The Monarch has a full veil covering her face so she is unable to be seen, why is she hiding her face?

The Madman has a mask covering her eyes leaving her lower face to be show her twisted smile. Does that smile remind you of anyone?

[lucky-lady-clover]

I just remembered how i witnessed someone walking around wearing socks and sandals in the snow.

I have so many questions.

[mrs-martha-wayne]

Thank you for giving birth to Bruce 🙏🙌🙇🏻‍♂️

Uh... You're very welcome?

[not-timdrake]

Red Robin, ultimate mother figure quiz.

Catwoman

Lady shiva

And Talia Al Ghul.

Who do you chose?

ugh.

catwoman is out, ive caught her and batman doing less than decent things on roofs and I wish that upon no son.

talia al ghul is out.

that leaves lady shiva

[your-favorit-local-idiot]

Do you think that pet owners have named their animals in connection with the heroes?.... Or rogues?.. Like imagine you're outside and you're walking quietly and eating your little sandwich when you hear a 'flash ! Come back! Bad dog!' or 'Batman? Come and see mommy/dad!'....

I'll pay to see an animal called nygma or penguin...

[morgsdrew]

i miss my social worker … might visit her when im feeling better

[susieingotham]

All right, which one of y’all told my Memaw about RuPaul’s drag race?

“Susie, I’ve found this most wonderful show! It’s like boot camp and America’s Next Top Model but for drag queens!”

Anyway, I’m now taking her to drag brunch in the Fashion District next week. She’s very excited.

[gothamsbeauty]

Happy new years!

🥳🥳🥳

happy new years back!!! im so sorry ive been offline, riddler took out the cell tower and its taken foreverrrrr to gotham.net to fix it

[dhampiravidi]

officially put Lady Gotham in my "on request" muses list & made Monet St. Croix/M a muse!

[lucky-lady-clover]

As fascinating as it is unfortunate, truly.. such brilliant minds being ignored when they could create incredible leaps in science, only to be taken advantage of when some reside in arkham.

I wish I could have read your Thesis, Spooky. I always adore hearing about your work.

Oh well.

One of the biggest questions faced to the academic world today is the role of professional ethics in research.

Yesterday, a joint scientific conference in Gotham on the future of cryogenic technology was unceremoniously interrupted by the presence of Dr. Fries, a man who first robbed everyone present then, in doing so, proved the operating theory the lecturer had spent five years of their life trying to prove.

Two weeks before, three luxury cars belonging to a visiting oil tycoon were thrown through the wall of the Gotham Police Department by one Dr. Isley. If the power of what she can do could be harnessed appropriately the hole in the ozone layer could be patched within the century.

The best neurosurgeon on the eastern seaboard (and possibly farther if not for the limited access he has to modern medical developments) currently sits in Arkham Asylum where he could be perfecting new life-saving techniques.

What do all these have in common? They can't get published. Since the rise of masked villainy many decades ago, as it is called in certain circles, universities have been quick to reject the academic degrees and qualifications of anyone deemed likely to use their proficiencies for less moral experiments. Our fields of study have become academic black marks on anyone who would look upon them, whilst the more toothless of our findings are quickly taken by those who would claim credit.

Most will likely die with the vast majority of their research hidden from the world. This is nothing short of a travesty.

The best thing to do here, then, is a platform to document my areas of research. Luckily, as I cannot get published anyway, the burden of actual proof is lower and I do not have to go searching for research papers to cite. A little unfortunate as I actually did enjoy writing my (now removed) thesis, but I do not have much time to go searching anyway.

Some of the dictation will be less than formal, due to time constraints and personal preference.

[mistressofgotham]

“Memories”

“How unfair…the memories of the past coming back to haunt me…….hm? When did you arrive? No, I wasn’t saying anything important. I will take my leave now.”

- The Murderer

[lucky-lady-clover]

OPEN ROLEPLAY STARTER

[Copied from a priv discord but yknow, its blank enough to work for anyone.. Pov, ur at the casino lol]

The night outside may have been cold and foreboding but inside the Ladybug? The atmosphere was anything but. Warm inviting; Bright lights both from the ceiling lights and the various game machines which lined some of the walls. The sound of chatter, laughter, shuffling cards and the oh so addicting sound of slot machines would fill your senses as you enter the grand building. One could almost forget it was run by a criminal.. Almost.

But here and now, That didn't matter. Not to Amelia. Here, She wasn't just Clover, She wasn't just a sidekick.. She was one of the main events. And god, did she love it. The air of excitement, the rush of possibility, anyone who stepped in here would certainly feel just how electric the patrons were.

Amelia did her usual rounds, Dressed in a cocktail dress with a generous cut in the front and a revealing slit at the leg, green fabric glittering underneath the multi-coloured lights which painted the room. She could see people drooling over her, men and women alike; And if not for her? Well, Her luck certainly did the trick for most. People would call her over, ask her to blow on their dice or lend them the luck at a poker game.. And she was more than happy to do so, for the attention she oh so craved.

She knew this wouldn't last forever, eventually The Riddler would need her help or maybe next time would be the Penguin and then she'd end up in Arkham, unable to visit her darling Ladybug for whoever knows how long til she either fooled the doctors to let her out or she'd escape. And so? Amelia didn't even bat an eye when she approached yet another group to idly watch them play, Drink in one hand and the other on her hip.

Her favorite part of this place? You could run into anyone. Because everyone was welcome. Heroes, Villains and Civilans alike.. So long as they play by the house rules, don't break anything and don't kill anyone on the premises.

Or if you're the Joker. He was instantly banned.

[lucky-lady-clover]

Oh, goodness! Another one?? There will be enough Scarecrows here to send half of earth into madness, at this point!

Anyhow, Nice to meet you!

Ah hello Gotham. I’ve been away for far too long. I can not wait to meet you all again! I will see you in the crevices of your mind shortly

[whenisavillain-notthevillain]

Open RP

All it took was the press of a button for Gotham to fall into darkness. When light finally returned to the city, Riddler's signature green question mark was what brought back that light. On every billboard, on every screen, there it was: A question mark, and a voice.

"Ladies and gents," Edward began, his voice level yet laced with an undercurrent of menace. "One of you has taken something dear to me. That will not go unpunished." His tone darkened, the calm facade cracking, revealing the bubbling rage just beneath the surface. "This isn't something you can simply answer with a riddle and make go away, I'm afraid. This is not a game."

He paused, his eyes narrowing, a chilling smile etching into his voice. "Not until I made it one." He concluded, before returning Gotham to its usual lighting and noise.

[seam-queen]

A Walk // Open Rp

Seams had been wandering along the sidewalk of an open street, humming a small tune. The night was dark, lit only by flickering street lights. Snow and ice caked the ground, and mixed with the day's foot traffic made it awfully muddy. There was a light flurry, falling down onto the teenager's shoulders and head. The white flecks out of place against the black hoodie.

Her attire was somewhat tattered and dirty, she'd always say something about how it was all to not be robbed. The one thing she had decent on her was a somewhat sleek phone that could act as a little computer in a time of need. Otherwise, just reserved for calls and texts.

A black disposable mask was pulled up on her face, keeping herself somewhat indistinguishable from any other street wanderer. At least that's what she dreams, the crutch she used being a duly noted difference. It was just the one to help her keep balance as she adjusted, finally with a replacement for the leg she lacked.

A backpack was hefted up on her shoulders, filled with food, snacks, and things of the like. All shelf-stable and non-perishable, Seams knew she could get "fresh air" after her grocery trip without the worry of it going bad. Like the air was fresh in Gotham, it was another thing she could only dream of.

She passed an alley looking in. The small beady eyes of a child stared. And she sighed, propping herself against the wall and dragging open the zipper. Seams set down a box of granola bars for the kid, zipping her bag back up and continuing on her way. The tune she hummed started back up as she went.

The teen knew she had to get back to her work soon, keeping up with whatever the going-ons were. The information collection and subsequent blackmail had been going well for some time now. She still chose not to ask questions as to why it was so easy.

And Seams felt something, the hair on her neck bristling up. There was the quiet padder of footsteps that weren't her own. An even gait, unlike her own half-stiff step.

She turns back on her heel, leaning onto the single crutch. "Y'know it's Gotham, not nice to sneak up on single ladies during the night."

[exist-across-universes]

Rp opening bc I have nothing to do

("My" name is Valerie, "I" am 14. We are in Gotham. I will rp with just about anyone)

I'm at a Wayne charity gala, just barely holding a conversation with some rich lady. I am disinterested, but the lady doesn't seem to notice, continuing to complain about the stock markets and other things I neither understand nor care about. My back is against a wall, and I'm beginning to eye the champagne towers even though I'm underage.

(Please interact please interact please)