#miagani

[yurkiez]

(yk)

[lazaruspiss]

Arkham Knight Concept Art: Miagani Island

Standing Sentinel (Pre-evacuation) | Evacuation

GCT Building | Lone Protector

Bank of Gotham (Miagani Branch) | Bank Heist (Bank of Gotham)

Surveying His Domain (Grand Avenue) | City Living (Off Grand Avenue)

Penguin Weapons Cache (Converted Repair Shop)

[oculusxcaro]

Can she keep house plants alive?

Everyday Muse Questions!

Not really! It's not that she's not good at it, more that her apartment really isn't the place to be looking after anything, much less a plant that needs warmth, nourishment and sunlight. The heating broke down before she even moved in, not that Khare minds but drafts, cracked windows and more than a little mold makes the place suitable for any plant people would like to keep. Khare does like plants and in an ideal environment would love little succulents due to their easy maintainence, maybe even Lithops because they look like colourful little butt rocks and are just cute to look at.

[calamity-triquetra]

Someone who's actually Cree, or at least knows a bit about Cree culture please fact check me, did DC just completely make up the idea of there being "seven pillars of Cree life" call the "Midayo"?

Cause the literal only thing I've found by googling those terms is stuff about the Justice League of Canada character Equinox*.

*Miiyahbin Marten, not to be confused with Power Girl's son she had during that weird time when she was canonically the daughter of an Atlantean sorcerer.

[telltalebatman]

one thing i wasn't expecting from the arkham knight writing (aside from, you know, penguin's singular homophobic moment, which happens out of the blue and is never referenced or explained) was riddler's anti-indigenous racist moment

[fractualized]

I talked about the first issue of Robin Lives! and my high hopes for it, but when #2 & 3 came around, I didn't have the time to post about them.

But this final issue… uh… Let's get into it. ("It" including gun violence and suicidal ideations.)

So as a brief recap: at the end of #3, Jason found Joker's hideout but froze when confronting him, and Joker decided to solve his Robin problem by mind-manipulating him to be a sidekick of his own: Jokey the Boy Lackey.

In #4, Joker takes his new pal to go after Dr. Stoner.

In #2, Joker pretended to be reformed but Stoner didn't buy it, expressing disappointment, which only set Joker off. And that anger reappears here, less about the offense of some nobody little man pitying him and more about insisting that nobody could actually care about the criminally insane. Of course, this scene comes off more like Joker punishing Stoner for caring— or rather, getting Jason to.

But whatever control Joker had over Jason doesn't hold.

Interesting that Joker leaves Jason alive, and Stoner too. Also, Jason is still awake in this scene, so Joker is truly not worried about him.

Compare this interaction to the opening of #3, in which Joker imagines he's watching films of old comedians with Batman, who is having a great time, and that fantasy is interrupted by an imaginary Robin, who makes fun of Joker's sense of humor. Did Joker decide that since trying to kill Robin had too many downstream effects, he should try to bring him into the joke instead? And then confronted with the real Robin's disdain for him, Joker lashes out to make him feel small? In any case, Robin has proven himself a poor fit for Joker's plans, unlike Batman.

Joker returns to his hideout to get his supplies, and he leaves a note for Batman not only with a clue to his whereabouts, but explicitly letting him know that he let Robin go!

Again with the signals that Joker regrets almost changing the game. (Though he still has, considering what happened to Barbara, which is never mentioned in this miniseries, which is disappointing. In all the brooding in #2 & 3, it's not like there wasn't room for it.)

Anyway, Bruce pulls that move where he works with a sidekick just fine until it gets too dangerous.

While Bruce goes to meet Joker, we learn that Jason has been stewing in humiliation and has had enough.

And the narration gives the first signal of how the storytelling in the last quarter of this issue is gonna go. lol

Oh, so you couldn't think of anything plausible? Anything at all? Not even, I dunno, Joker boasting to Jokey about his plan, or Jason catching sight of a map when he was in the hideout? Alright.

Anyway, Bruce finds Joker in the Miagani caves, home to the particular bat left with the note. Joker has figured out a frequency that allows him to control the bats, and he's also infected them with a psychoactive agent that he wants to unleash on Gotham.

UNLESS….

A proposal?! 😍

So it's either a swarm of infected bats or one infected Bat. Batman should forget about the dang kid, who just doesn't get the joke like they do, and join Joker!

Jason disagrees with this, which he demonstrates by popping up and shooting Joker in the chest. But we've known since #1 this doesn't end in a chest shot.

Farewell, sad clown. :(

So like Joker not planning to kill Jason, his expressions say that not only did he not expect Jason to follow through, but he was relieved when the kid did. Compare this scene to #1 when Bruce almost let him drown. Joker looked only distressed then; with Batman, he needs the game to go on. But Jason finally brings the compulsion to a stop, forever.

Bruce, of course, is upset, and he was not planning to drink Joker's toxin.

That face kills me

"WHATCHA GONNA DO OLD MAN"

When Bruce gets up to the ledge, Jason is gone. And while Arkhamverse Bruce nicely carried Joker's body out of Monarch Theater, here he seems to simply panic, per the first panel below. Which is quickly followed by a lot of shit that sure seems too easy??

Alert, alert! 🚨 WFA has breached containment again!🚨

There are versions of this that I could buy. None of those versions have Bruce simply hugging out Joker's murder within hours of him dying.

The next three pages are an unbelievable speedrun of the aftermath. Let's go one by one.

The Three Jokers-esque rundown of why Jason couldn't be held accountable for Joker's death is all fair enough. And it is in character for Bruce to take the blame for Joker's death, and boy howdy does it make the batjokes feels dance when Joker's death prompts the death of the Batman persona.

But Bruce putting all his bad bat-decisions into the dead persona doesn't really reckon with him having made all those decisions. In an earlier issue, Sara notes that Batman was a fantasy Bruce used to run away from facing his pain, and him now running into his parents' roles just feels like the same thing.

Also being told that Jason was "nearly catatonic" and not showing it is just odd.

Next page!

This page is also weird. I suppose if the logic is that Bruce's sin was bringing a child into the vigilante life and he needed to give up the cowl to atone… No, it's still weird, because Dick was also a child brought into that fight. Just writing him off as already damaged goods so Batman can stay around feels like it undermines the meaning of Bruce retiring.

I'm setting aside whether or not Dick would really want to be Batman, because I don't have a dog in that fight. But making him a Bruce clone does not feel right.

Maybe that's the point, though?? That the cycle is just starting all over again, inescapable? Is this just TKJ? 🤔

Before we follow that line of thinking, next page!

Ohhhhhhh, poor Sara. I thought you could still get out of this as a confidante. But no, you're the narrator and you're so familiar with Bruce and his family because you're ✨in love✨ now. We didn't have to do this. There's literally no point to making her a romantic interest. Sure, I can see going with her instead of an established one because they're all in the crime game and Bruce is escaping that here, but still. And don't tell me "it took years" in an attempt to gloss over how we don't even know this lady. WE DON'T KNOW THIS LADY. This development feels tacked on. I hate it.

Though I mean, Bruce only falls in love after Joker is dead. That's something. 😂

And then we have Jason getting multiple degrees related to mental health care and eventually becoming a higher up at Arkham Asylum. Way different than the Jason Todd of today, but hey, this is an alternate universe and—

what

WHAT?

Uh… 🎵 Cue game show music! 🎶 Congrats to the jaydick fans out there! You are the next batjokes!

I have no idea what to think here. You could theorize that Joker's brainwashing lingered, I guess, and influenced Jason to take his place later. Or perhaps that Jason studying mental health made him ponder the Joker too much and he "infected" himself with his late tormenter? Or are Batman and Joker truly inevitable in any universe and Jason is just helplessly compelled to take on the role?

I don't know! This all was going so well and then it just ends with a bunch of stuff that happens!

I wonder if it was always supposed to end this way? I reread all the issues today, and some of the narration is strange if #4 is indicating that the Sara telling this story exists at a point where she knows that Jason is now Joker. Like some of it you read and think, "Ohhh, the inevitability here isn't about Jason shooting Joker; it's about Jason becoming Joker." But then other parts conflict with that, like in #3 when Sara talks about Jason feeling like it's impossible to victimize others, as if it's a present fact. Clearly he does not feel that way!

Also, at the end of #3 when we saw Jokey, I was excited at the prospect of Joker seeing himself in Jason, and perhaps vice versa, and the emotional struggle that direct compare/contrast could bring. And the first couple pages get at that a little, I guess? But certainly not enough that the final two pages aren't completely out of the blue.

You could say that since Jason takes on Joker's old identity as Red Hood, he's just doing the same again here, but there's still no lead-up to it!

In the end, I guess this is just a sad story about how even when Bruce breaks away from his violent coping mechanism to really promote healing, he still fucked over his kids and it's just too late? I mean, fair enough, but still. Could've used one of those big exposition pages to at least drive more at that. 🤷‍♀️

The next mini-series I'm pinning my hopes on is the Two-Face one in December. Christian Ward stuck the landing in City of Madness, so let's see if he can do it again!

[scaryscarecrows]

I think I remember you had a post where you thought Jason had been living in tunnels. Is this where you were talking about?

(The tunnel network under Miagani Island) (Also if you have the link to that post handy I'd love to read it again!)

Success! And yep, that's it; a random area away from goons but awfully close to the Militia Tunnels.

[thesandsofelsweyr]

(Delete if weird or not allowed)

I pictured AK!Jason in a date with his s/o at nights, specifically when he doesn't risks his ass off to fight some thugs or keep Gotham's little order, I would picture him in one of those fancy (or not so) restaurants where you can listen to live jazz music and the kind of restaurant with the small scented candles on the middle of the table with some glasses of wine.

By this, what kind of dates would AK!Jason enjoy when going out with his s/o?

Your restaurant description reminds me of a place I found while replaying: Riverside Lounge in Grand Avenue Station on Miagani Island. It caught my eye because it looks like a great date spot 😉

While AK Jay is uncomfortable showing his branded face in public, he also likes to show you off while showing you a good time, so getting to enjoy good food, wine, and music at a laid-back joint with muted lighting, a casual dress code, and live performers who can take the crowd's attention off of his beloathed J is an acceptable date in his book. (Bonus points if the restaurant's a hidden gem in his old neighborhood.)

If he's gotta go out for the date, he also enjoys taking you to the community theater for a live performance (again, Park Row spots are preferred.)

Eventually he realizes that when you're at his side, he doesn't have to worry about stares because all eyes are on you. So you get to show him off on your arm at glamorous spots with formal dress codes where you get to dress up like a celeb at film premiere and he's forced to wear a tailored suit 😍 He's still gonna slouch, but at least his beautiful face isn't hidden beneath a hat and a hoodie.

[aangelinakii]

QUIET NIGHTS LIKE THIS.

— the bat and the cat.

summary : gotham knows you as the bat. you protect the streets, rid it of its unforgiving filth. however, there seems to be one cat who keeps running from your claws.

note : okay i am OBSESSED with this request like i almost peed myself reading it anon is GENIUS !!!? && sorry it took so long to publish !!!!!

tonight was one of the quieter nights, something you were unsure whether to revel in or be cautious of. every single time.

as you glared down at the streets from your gargoyle perch, you brought a couple gloved fingers to your ear, pressing against the titanium of your cowl. "oracle," you gravelled into the night. "do you have eyes on anything? tonight's quiet. too quiet."

after a moment, the crackle of oracle's microphone feedback came in your ear. oracle. barbara gordon. after working with her father, she'd connected with you; her stance as oracle, tech aficionado, helped her delve into the grit of gotham without sneaking past her father's rules. as a lieutenant, officer jim gordon knew a lot about what to expect from these ends.

this way, she could help you fight the crime without leaving her bedroom.

"actually, i have eyes on some cams near bristol," oracle explained, the clicks of her keyboard distant in your ears. "someone's attempting to break into a penthouse from the side of the building. i'd get there quick."

but you were already swinging through the streets, grapple gun tight in your grip.

when you reached miagani island, you found the penthouse quick — miagani was nice, but not nice enough for a penthouse at every turn.

embedded in one of the many windows was a hole in the glass; entry.

"they've broken in," you spoke lowly to oracle. "did you see them go inside?"

after a few clicks echoed in your head, oracle hummed. "yes, about two minutes ago they jumped in after laser-cutting the entryway. i'd advise go in, linger by and wait for their return. if they've stolen anything, which, inevitably, they have, you may be able to stop them before they can get too far."

with a nod, despite oracle not being able to see it, you pulled the trigger, grabble shooting from its barrel, and you swung towards the entry.

holding your breath, you readied yourself for impact; instead, you sailed through, the line sinking back into the barrel, and your booted feet landed softly upon carpeted floor.

inside the penthouse, it was dark, quiet. whoever lived here was either out or asleep, but you could tell an unwanted intruder had been about; if not for the cut hole that gave it away, you noticed the circle on the ground glinting in the moonlight and billboard advertisements, a suction stuck to it from where it had been pulled out of place.

something from the next room over shifted, and your senses heightened, ears aching to hear something.

the floor creaked. part of you wondered if it was the homeowner, or the cat burglar.

regardless of the answer, you pushed forward, the black of your suit and flow of your cape allowing you to sink into the shadows.

as you turned the corner, a door ajar, you could make out a dark figure quietly shifting through drawers at a desk. although barely making a sound, they seemed urgent, voracious to find something within this office.

finally, the movement stopped, and a barely-there hum echoed through the darkness. whoever they were, whatever they wanted, they'd found it.

soft feet tread along the carpet, moving across the room, and you edged closer, breath silent.

they were unlocking something, the jiggle of the key in a lock evident to you, along with the creak of a cupboard opening. then the unmistakable spinning of a safe's combination lock.

this was definitely the intruder.

without wasting any more time, no longer keeping the gap open for them to hear a click of the lock, nor the gap in the door, you swept inside.

immediately sensing your presence, the burglar looked up, ears pricked up.

from your disguise of the shadows, you stayed quiet; watching, anticipating.

a man, dressed in black as you were. the leather of his catsuit reflected the pale moonlight leaking in, and you could make out a pair of pointy cat ears poking from the top of his mask.

before he could turn back and resume his lock-guessing, you edged forward, pushing him against the bookshelving, and he grunted, clearly taken by surprise.

he didn't fight back for a moment, breath hitched, stormy blue eyes boring into yours.

"i was beginning to wonder when i'd meet you," he chuckled dryly, wrists going limp under your hard grip. "i've heard a lot about you, bat."

"haven't had the pleasure," you gritted out, not wanting to give anything in your voice away. you'd been on national television enough times for people to recognise the tone of the way you spoke; it was difficult at first trying to come up with a way to speak to people under this cowl.

the cat burglar's mouth curled up in a smile, revealing perfect white teeth, a sharp canine peeking out from beneath his lip.

before giving you a chance to react, he pushed forward, and utilised a fraction of his strength to swap your stance. with a gasp, your spine hitting the bound spines of organised books.

"then let me introduce myself." his words were carefully calculated, like a ticking time-bomb on his tongue. he knew how to use them, knew when.

his grasp faltered and he took a step back, returning to his post before the safe, as if you wouldn't mind. his gloved fingers found the turn-lock once again, and you caught sight of a sharp claw along each nail.

upon hearing another click, the burglar redirected his attention back to you.

"they call you the bat. you may call me the cat."

you'd rather not call him anything, just get him out of here without anything stolen, without alerting anybody, without having to hit him.

"step away from the safe," you ordered, voice deep, mustering up as much intimidation as it could.

but the cat only chuckled, turning back to it, pressing his ear against the metal. "i think you have me mistaken, detective," he purred, grinning as the safe gave one final click and swung open. "why, i'm not here to steal anything."

his hands snaked down to the utility belt at his waist, a pouch hanging from it. with his movement, you felt yourself stiffen, alert in case he pulled a gun.

out of the pouch, the cat pulled a long line of pearls, evidently connected in a necklace once its entirety was revealed. unlike having stolen it as presumed, he replaced it within the safe's velvet interior, smiling up at you all the while.

"i am merely making a return." his soft lips curled to a pout. "or is that against the law?"

"breaking and entering is."

another chuckle stung the atmosphere, and the cat cocked his head to the side, as if an attempt to scrutinise you closer. "touché..."

heaviness hung all around for a few beats. just you, the bat, and him, the cat.

before he was jumping toward the door, tugging it open. he lingered in the threshold, eyes glowing in the night. "i'll be seeing you around, bat."

and he was acrobatting down the hall, back towards the window he'd entered through, and you were quick on your feet to follow.

but when you turned the corner, he was gone, all remnants of him disappeared completely.

apart from the circle in the glass leading out to the rest of gotham, along with the sting on your wrists from where he'd touched you.

[thatstheproblemwithnapkinman]

random shit i've learned researching gotham city and the wayne family

bruce is a descendant of a native american tribe called the miagani that lived on the land that would become gotham

the city is literally cursed, an evil warlock was buried alive and his evilness seeped into the surrounding land, corrupting it

the miagani sealed a shaman in a cave (probably the bat cave) but when colonists arrived they freed him and he killed them all

there's an old family called the orghams...

1st january 1800 two guys fought over a piece of magic amber in the batcave

the classic architecture of gotham was designed by one guy and was then copied all over the city

bruce wayne is related to morgana le fae: his ancestor is a guy called sir geVain who is king arthurs nephew and morgana is arthurs half-sister

a witch cursed the waynes just before she was hung by nathaniel wayne, which is so fucking funny bc she'd just been in love with a time-travelling bruce

people keep dying on the land that is the wayne estate

thomas wayne (bruces dad) escaped the caribbean when cuban forces tried to unite the region under communism

so many waynes grew up without both parents (either 1 or 0)

[fishthefrank]

Me watching AK riddler humiliate me on the screens in front of everyone in Miagani while doing one of his puzzles.

[the-antiapocalyptic-man]

Solomon Grundy. His living body was known as Cyrus Gold, head of the infamous Gold family, known for both their criminal enterprises and purported involvement with witchcraft and black magic. After most of the family was massacred by a group of vengeful Miagani locals--known at the time as "Bat-People"--Cyrus was resurrected by the sole survivor, his daughter Gilda.

Unlike typical Grundymen found in Undertown and similar subterranean communities, Solomon's resurrection isn't a one time thing or something that requires external mystical maintenance, but an inherent attribute of Gold's new body. Gilda, through some unknown ritual, directly tapped into the Black Flame of Nekron and embedded it in her father's body. No matter how damaged Solomon's physical becomes, it will always rebuild itself using extant necrotic matter manipulated by the Black Flame. The only known comparable feat accomplished by a Homo Magi was the resurrection of Joseph Zarrick by his father, the dimension-hopping W.I. Zard.

Grundy would go on to fight Alan Scott and Aloysius Fox throughout the Golden Age, becoming a recurring foe of the Justice Society and eventual founding member of the Injustice Society of the World. Unkillable as ever, he continued to live into the modern day, but it was only the return of Nekron that would reveal Grundy's destiny beyond the invisible black stars of distant space.

Gilda had an extraordinary life of her own, and always made sure to see her father on Holidays...

[batmanego]

i've been thinking a lot about the racial politics in RDR2 lately, as the racial politics of that time in america have always compelled me (and were directly relevant to my family) and i like RDR2 and i've been toying with the idea of a larger essay on it but i'm worried that i'll never finish it. so if i don't i'm making this post just so i can get my basic thoughts on the wapiti tribe down on paper.

the wapiti tribe is uniquely frustrating to me as it's clear that RDR2 was trying to make up for their godawful treatment of natives in RDR1 and be at least somewhat conscious of the state of things for natives at the time, but it's just.. so... lukewarm.

i'm always going to have issues with the usage of fictionalized tribes. i have issues with the miagani in batman. i have issues with the red star tribe of red dead revolver, the precursor to the red dead redemption games we have now. and i have issues with the wapiti of rdr2. the wapiti are a fictional tribe, yes, but they pull heavily from the real-world lakota people. they speak lakȟótiyapi (despite 'wapiti' being a shawnee word???? i suppose it could be an exonym, but i digress). their existence is based around the lakota people, but the lakota themselves are absent from the game. why? why make a fictionalized tribe and then pull from a real one? so you don't have to worry about getting sued? that's cheap. that's lazy. work with the tribe. it can be done. native people are not ephemeral or uncontactable.

when i think about the wapiti tribe i can't help but contemplate the fictional native (or, more accurately, the fictional native tribe as opposed to the individual), and the comfort it brings to the colonizers. the fictional native and the dead native go hand in hand. the dead, extinct native is suffering in perpetuity, immortalized in time as a martyr to the indigenous cause. being killed by the white man forever.

the fictional native, too, often falls into this trap, particularly in games like RDR2. people love to cry over the dead native (and the fictional native) and mourn "what could have been". this is in part because the dead native (and the fictional native) require no more work on the part of the colonizer. the dead native (and the fictional native) do not call for land back. they do not call for reparations. they do not live among you as people, and so you are not required to see them as such. they allow you to confront your history, but gently. they give you the opportunity to turn away when you are uncomfortable. the dead native (and the fictional native) does not intrude on the workings of everyday life for the colonizer. the alive native (the real-life native), on the other hand, inconveniences the colonizer with demands of monetary assistance, land back, and forces the colonizer to continually acknowledge and live with the fact that they are living the way they are in no small part due to the suffering of the native.

i think often of kim tallbear, a professor of native studies at the university of alberta and author of native american DNA: tribal belonging and the false promise of genetic science's quote: “i think what people are scrambling for is this ancient noble savage or noble indian in their bloodline. they’re not very interested in contemporary indigenous people who are alive, who are living in a still very colonial society at a severe income and class disadvantage, people living with multiple generations of trauma from residential schools, from other forms of discrimination and systematic exclusion” (emphasis mine).

this isn't to say that depictions of the real life suffering that people went through should be ignored or written out of the narrative. i'm grateful that RDR2 acknowledged (in their own lukewarm way) the suffering of the time. but with the rest of the racial politics of RDR2 (see: arthur saying he understands the wapiti because hes an outlaw?????? see: arthur's general unawareness of racism as a structure of society) it feels often to me while playing that the devs, while making a historical game, are uncomfortable with actually engaging with history in any meaningful way.

in any case, i'm one person and i'm by no means an expert on the native experience (being racially white and raised away from the culture and only beginning to try to reconnect some 7 or 8 years ago) and i would genuinely like to hear other people's thoughts on this, particularly lakota people.

[rae-raewrites]

How about some headcanons of Arkham Riddler, with reader getting jealous? Just something about seeing him interacting with Ivy, or how Catwoman always calls him Eddie in her sensual tone, it just drives reader crazy with jealousy, thinking that Edward may leave them for someone better or prettier.

Is this just gonna be y’all giving me the best prompts possible? Because I’m in to it! (This one is long but only because I got so much inspo from this so thank you anon!)

Arkham riddler seeing his s/o be jealous

For a flirtatious as ivy can get let’s be honest Selina is gonna be seen as the REAL threat here

It doesn’t help you found out Eddie left out trophies for HER! A whole 35 of them!

A few flirtatious winks and words do nothing good for anyone with their own self doubts.

And yet here you are.

Edward nigma without a doubt is the most powerful man in Gotham despite what people will try to dispute. Brains,money and power. All of it.

Yet he chooses you.

It doesn’t make any sense!

Selina has worked on and off for Eddie for years so they clearly have a mutual understanding.

However that can only go so far especially when you can’t help but clearly give a look of agitation when she stops by to hand deliver Edward his packages.

Your pretty sure she can tell it bothers you but she certainly doesn’t make a fuss about it.

But let’s not act like doesn’t Edward start to notice eventually either.

He’ll be right in the middle of talking with Selina when he starts to notice you basically death glaring her into her soul.

Leads him to some pondering afterwords. Were you really jealous of Kyle? Really? Nonsense! Unless….?

It was a hypothesis.

Something to be tested and he was a man of testing nonconformity

It was a simple “my dear” towards Selina that clearly set you off.

When you rushed out of the room into his office slamming the door behind you apart he couldn’t stop smirking. Selina however was a bit concerned.

“Are they gonna be okay?”

“Nothing I’m not prepared to deal with,now go run along and retrieve that energy cell. I have to go quell my Aphrodite.”

He finds you grumbling at his desk. Green light illuminating your skin

“My my what a fitting color.”

“What?” You sneered out. Dangerously. He was treading a fine line clearly.

“Green. Dear. Your green with all the envy in the world.”

“Over her? Please!”

He’s positively glowing with pride as he sits himself on his desk and lifts your chin up with a finger.

“Oh really? A couple of words of affection had you storming out of the room! What’s wrong my sweet? Not wanting to share Gotham’s smartest?”

Now you were basically forced to admit it.

“Fine! I’m jealous! But she knows what she does……….”

“My ruler of riddles you need to understand your in competition with no one.”

“Prove it.”

In that moment he went to the place he always went i times of vulnerability. His riddles.

“I can break, I can be clogged, I can be attacked, I can be given, I can be kept, I can be crushed, yet I can be whole at the same time. What am I?”

The answer came to you simply but you had to stop yourself for a second.

Oh

“ the heart”

“And my dear you won the fight for mine a while ago. You’re intellect may not be on my level yet but you certainly beat the likes of cat woman by the whole length of miagani ”

[morverenmaybewrites]

What part of Gotham would you say Mama Mia’s is in?🤔 I like to wander around the map trying to find a spot for it haha

I don't know if I've mentioned this somewhere, but probably either in Miagani Island or Founder's. Miagani Island because its former owner (Lou's mother) is business-savvy enough that she'd put it up in a place with many potential customers. Or Founder's Island, where the land was likely inherited from an older generation, and she just decided to make do.

[scaryscarecrows]

"Christ." Antoine's voice is hoarse, like he's just taken a drag off his cigarette. "Okay...I want a drone patrol back on Miagani, heavy Serpent redeployment. As soon as the sensors confirm it's safe, I want foot patrols back on the streets; do not wander off alone, Medical's saying they're overwhelmed from the damn airships and your concussion will just have to fucking wait."

Jimmy grimaces. The Knight's been missing for well over an hour, since the Cloudburst went up, and given that Batman is...a little more vicious than they expected, nobody's totally convinced he's not...well...dead. Still, though, he sends the drones out, pulls a handful of Serpents from over where they're hovering around ACE Chemicals, and frowns.

"Bastard's taken out a lot of my cameras," he says. "You want to try and repair anything?"

There's a long, considering silence.

"No," Antoine says at last. "We don't have the time or the manpower. Look, we give it another two hours unless shit hits the fan."

"Thought Scarecrow was in charge?"

"Boss had a contingency. If we don't find him, we--motherfucker!"

Jimmy's first, panicked, thought is that Batman got him. But no, Antoine keeps going, and he doesn't sound broken, just pissed off.

"Where the hell have you been--told you that was goddamn stupid--I did not plan on having to initiate the damn Komodo Protocol--"

Komodo? Jimmy's seen that mentioned, in files, but nothing concrete. He's not actually sure what it is, which is annoying, but for all his digging, it hasn't come up.

"Drouot," The Knight's voice cuts in. Antoine shuts up. "Listen up, all of you. The Batman is on his way. Slow him down to the best of your ability. Scarecrow unit, get him out of here, now. If he fusses, patch him through to me. Knight out."