#with the plot happening in gotham. i dont necessarily want like. a running Plot in the flashbacks. but id want them to be scenes from her li

[eternally-tired-cryptid]

on one hand I wanna write my fic ideas wherein my marvel oc gets sent to the alternate universe of Gotham and hijinks ensue whilst she tries to survive and get back and the batfam and such slowly learn more info abt her world and how it's being threatened atm and she needs to go back and help and whatnot.

But on the other hand, the readers wouldn't know the marvel related backstory of this OC and would have. No context for her going in

But ALSO then the readers would know abt as much abt this mysterious figure as the batcrew do, and get to learn via flash backs and her slowly revealing info to them as safety allows

Then there's also just a general. Idk if there's any sort of oc etiquette when it comes to writing oc centered fics? My brain goes so hogwild when I read anything that I usually avoid oc fics other people write just bc I usually read and enjoy fics at face value but I also go "now what would happen if this OC was here?" And that gets real complicated when other people's ocs are involved

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Harvey didn’t get it. They were all here. Everyone that Roman decided to invite to this little party anyways, or at least to his knowledge, but Roman has just left everyone in his living room with drinks, either he was being petty for this meeting taking so long and wanted to pay them all back or stalling for time so that he could kill them all. He quickly started to lose patience and began fidgeting with the coin, shifting it between his fingers and passing it from hand to hand silently. He took another sip from his drink and made another glance towards his fellow guests. 

Carmine Falcone and Salvatore Maroni, once the biggest crime bosses in Gotham, sat just a few inches away from him, their silhouettes illuminated by the fire. Harvey remembered locking up a few of their lieutenants back when... when he was somebody. Not a nice thought. Harv quickly shook his head and downed the rest of his drink, pouring another glass just as the old guy dressed entirely in a purple suit spoke up. “What happened to your face son?” Louie asked calmly, staring over at Dent as he spoke. No malice or sarcasm in his tone. This was definitely not a taunt and yet that didn’t stop Harv from getting pissed at the old man’s rudeness, he flipped the coin. Heads. Harvey sighed and simply swallowed the rising anger, taking another sip from his drink. Carmine sighed slightly and mouthed a small apology towards Harvey that went unnoticed, filling up Louie’s mug with more coffee. Harvey was starting to hope that this whole meeting was just a ploy for Roman to kill them all now as he drank just as the doors opened and Roman entered the room. “Rupert Thorne happened, Louie.” he spoke with a chuckle before taking his seat at the head of the table. Everyone’s attention was focused on the Black Mask.

“You better have a good reason for making us wait so long” Sal said, giving Roman a suspicious glare and Roman simply shrugged “Some unexpected business popped up, apologies” he replied, pouring himself a drink. Harvey took notice of the small bits of red on Roman’s usually pure white suit. It was business then. “Now gentlemen” Roman paused to take a small sip from his drink “Before we get to the matter at hand, I have a small question for you all. What are your plans after this whole election thing is over?”. “Continuing to run my business as usual” Carmine said, relaxing back in his seat “And finding a caretaker for Louie here” he muttered quietly as he turned his attention to Louie who seemed to be having a quiet conversation with one of Roman’s bodyguards. “Same thing as always, Sionis, this election won’t effect me that much” Harv spoke up with a shrug “Why are you asking?”. “Continuing to compete against you and Falcone like always, Sionis, and like Harvey said, why do you want to know? Is this whole meeting just your poor attempt to learn about ” Maroni sneered though his expression quickly grew concerned at the mention of the elections “Oz’s is planning to come after the mobs now, ain’t he?”

“As always Sal, your intellect is always one step ahead of me. Or maybe paranoia is a better word?” Maroni scowled while Roman chuckled “But yes, truth be told I am growing very concerned as to where Cobblepot’s loyalties lie. I think the guy might be growing senile and soft in his old age. Almost starting numerous gang wars with myself over nobodies but that’s not important right now.” Roman paused to sigh for a moment, taking a sip from his drink. “His policies as mayor are just as concerning, planning to fund the GCPD, Arkham and Blackgate.” As Roman spoke Carmine calmly reached for a cigar and taken out his lighter, placing it in his mouth before he lit it up and pulled it out, breathing out smoke as he spoke “Cobblepot’s a problem then, he knows a lot of our most vital bases of operations.” he took in another puff and continued “Knowing the little Napoleon bastard he probably plans to hold this above us all.” “That or he plans to legally take us all out without any competition” Harv growled, shaking his head as he took another sip from his drink. “Great. Just what I fucking needed to hear today.” Maroni rubbed the bridge of his nose and sighed “I’m not going back to Blackgate again, I can’t.”

Roman raised a hand to cut off Maroni “Relax, Sal. None of you will be going to Blackgate, we just need to brainstorm a solution to our little predicament in the event that Cobblepot wins the election.” he chuckled “I don’t think I need to tell you gentlemen the easy solution to our problem.” “You want to hire someone to kill him?” Maroni bit his lip slightly “I dunno about that, Cobblepot has some serious protection. It’d have to be one hell of a hitman.” “We could all pitch in to hire Slade, or maybe Lawton.” Carmine put out his cigar as he spoke. “Those are some very expensive hitmen though Carmine, I was thinking that we all throw everything we got at him at once. He could easily take one of us at a time but if we all come at once he won’t stand a chance” Roman took another sip from his glass. “I, uh, wait a second! I’d rather not kill Oswald!” Harvey exclaimed, looking panicked. “Couldn’t we just bribe him, or something?” “He’s set in his ways, Dent, you know that.” Roman shrugged “No point in trying to persuade that stubborn dog.” he added with another cold chuckle while Dent continued to fidget with the coin. “You want to keep your gang and your business? You won’t last the year with Cobblepot in office” Carmine pointed at Harvey as spoke.

“Why don’t you two consult that penny there, no doubt it’ll make a better choice than either of you two would.” Maroni said with a small chuckle. Dent flipped off Maroni as he flipped his coin into the air. Tails. “Alright then. The Penguin dies.” Harv nodded slightly. “Excellent, so then we’re all in agreement that in the event that Cobblepot wins the election we all team up and kill him?” Roman rubbed his hands together slightly as he ordered his bodyguard to refill everyone’s drinks. He raised his glass before speaking “A toast” he announced “To good business and to Cobblepot’s shortening life expectancy” he chuckled coldly again and joined the other bosses in downing their drinks. Harvey didn’t join them in the toast but he did drink. He’ll probably need more after this.

“So what’s the plan then?” Harv asked, setting his drink aside for a moment. “Like I said before, we can throw everything we have against him” Roman shrugged “Or, if we want to be dramatic, we can invite him over to a party to celebrate his new position as mayor and then, when he’s all happy and drunk, we all stab the little birdie.” “Ah, Caesar style” Carmine smirked “I like it.” “Thought you would, I’ll see if I can persuade Al and Scarface about joining us, but we can discuss this further at a later date. I think it’s about time we all get down to the real reason we’re here” Roman gestured towards the nearby double doors which swung open into another room that contained a large table with a poker set all neatly arranged for the mobsters, along with very expensive looking drinks and cigars. “Up for a game or two, gentlemen?”