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Will Gossamer
First Name: William Kenneth
Last Name: Gossamer
Nickname: Will, Willy, Will-K (only he calls himself that)
Gender: Male
Pronouns: He/Him
Age: 19
Species: Human
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Birthday: 10/02/02
Life Story:
William grew up in the home of Fate and Tarrant Gossamer, and wasn't taken care of by his parents. Fate and Tarrant were much more focused on the power Penelope had. Before having the twins, Fate constructed a ritual that could give both of the children the abilities of both an angel and a demon.
The combination of the two abilities could've cause catastrophic damage to the space-time continuum, as well as completely destroying reality itself. Angels and Demons on different layers of reality, and in order to talk to them, it takes a lot of psychological damage to do so. Fate had a feather from an angel and the horn of a devil, which she obtained through unknown means. She had burned the angel's feather and crushed the demons horn, putting both substances into a soup. Fate and Tarrant both ate the soup, hoping to obtained its powers. However, it only caused them violent nightmares and visions from the hellscape and the divine one. While the visions of the divine are often filled with peace, Fate and Tarrant felt immense guilt and self hatred.
When Penelope was born, they interpreted her has the one with the powers of an angel, while assuming Will had the power of the devil. They purposely neglected and gave him little food, because they were in fear that he would grow up extremely powerful. When his sister was separated from his family, Will felt an intense tear in his heart, which caused his heart condition. It seemed that the further away Penelope was from him, the weaker he felt. Around 12 years old, Will was diagnosed with a heart defect, which Fate and Tarrant took extremely seriously. It seemed like this was the first time in his life his parents cared for him, because they didn't have Penny.
He always wondered why he couldn't go with Penny. As he got older, he became more and more loyal to his parents, because Penny wasn't in the picture.
It was when Penelope finally came back to live with him and his parents that triggered his own sense of power. After 10 years without Penelope being there, he felt a little aggravated. The twins never got along and it's apparent when their parents had them separated on purpose. All Will wants is to be loved. He wants everyone to love him, because he saw everyone loving Penelope. He'll do whatever it takes to get that love.
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Marie smiled politely at Alfred. It was strange seeing the manor up close. Its iconic gargoyles loomed overhead as she stepped into the large doors of the mansion.
The interior surprised Marie. The manor was larger on the inside. She placed her coat on a nearby coat rack, and she immediately went to explore the place.
"Oh wow, Bruce, I've never been in such an exquisite home before." She smiled, brightly.
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“Thank you so much for the reminder,” Bruce answered dryly.
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"Monsuir Batman?" Marie smirked. "He's brushed my path a few times. Quite strange." She looked outside the car window. They seemed to be approaching a dark gothic mansion in the distance.
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“Thank you so much for the reminder,” Bruce answered dryly.
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I’m not shopping at this store. I’m robbing this store.  Consider this your first lesson: Paying is for dummies.
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"I can appreciate your kindness, Bruce." Marie looked at him, softly. There was a somberness in her voice. "But, now that I'm free, you should know that I have a lot of enemies. Some of them want me dead."
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Riddles and Puzzles
Part 1: The Stalker
Howdy! It's been a while since I've written a single piece like this. I'm probably going to write another part lol. This is also technically a rewrite for my character, Tic Tac Toe! Summary: Marie Belle Jones meets a man online during the first week of September. By the time of her birthday, she ends up killing her father. Turns out old money can heal old scars, but not all of them. Words: 1,319
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On October, 10th, 1992, Anna Sinclair gave birth to Marie Belle Sinclair. Her father was a scientist, however, her father was a very sadistic man. He would have cruel experiments done on all kinds of small rodents. Their lab was hidden away upstate. He had a large staff of people, but most of them would go missing by the end of the week. Anna was very sick when Marie was six and died in her bed. Marie discovered her body late at night, but her father was right behind her. 
After the death of her mother, Marie started spending more time at the lab, with her father barely supervising her. Most of the staff had to get her to steer clear of any dangerous chemicals. 
However, she was caught in an explosion, done by an experiment gone wrong. This resulted in half of her face being severely scarred. One of her eyes was completely blinded and was replaced with a prosthetic eye. She could never really see out of her eye again, as her vision was permanently skewed. Her hair went completely white for over a year. Her father would scream at her constantly. Reginald Sinclair was very mentally abusive to Marie, and she was taken in by the state. She was put into foster care at the age of twelve, and she was much more violent than. She would get kicked out of school for throwing fights and misbehaving. 
Despite all this, she was extremely intelligent, and she would have fairly high grades. Her last name was soon changed from Sinclair to Jones, when her foster parents, Wanda and Macy Jones, adopted Marie into their family. 
She started thriving a lot more with Macy and Wanda as her new parents, and she was able to graduate high school. However, Reginald still wanted to see her, despite the pain she inflicted on her in her youth. He was a very old man, and he wanted her to take care of him. He was hooked up to an oxygen tank. He told Marie that he would leave her all of his inheritance if she took care of him. 
Marie was extremely conflicted. She didn't care how much money he had. He still gave her years and years' worth of pain. While she hated her father's guts and everything that he did to her, he was seemingly now a harmless old man. Marie was kind enough to let Reginald stay in her home. Reginald was controlling. He always wanted her home at a certain time. He didn't want her friends over, and if she had to stay late for work, she needed to call him in advance. 
The Sinclair Foundation was a charity her father used to run before his ailments started getting worse. The foundation was supposed to go to the sick kids and orphans of Gotham. 
Marie had asked her father about this multiple times, always with the same answer. 
"It's not your concern," Reginald would say. "My dear, it's all kept safe." 
The Sinclair Foundation wasn't all that supervised. Many scientists used it as a huge spending budget for equipment and costs. While that wasn't the scummy thing, soon, the Mafia started laundering the money. 
The foundation was still in operation without Reginald being in control. This caused a major debate in the city about why the Sinclair Foundation was even still functioning. Marie’s existence was never mentioned to the public. As Reginald got sicker, he became bedridden. He couldn’t even feed himself at times. Marie held remorse for the old man, as he was her biological father, but he was never her family. She told Wanda and Macy about a plan she had, but how she was going to execute this was tricky. This meant she needed to kill her own father. Wanda was a registered nurse, so she had taught her how to administer needles. Marie put a poisonous substance into Reginald’s IV, and he started to convulse. All the doctors and nurses couldn’t save him. Marie remembered her apathy about it. How she had saw her father die in front of her, and started to tear up. She wasn’t crying about his death, but 
She never wanted to be called by her family's name. She started using the Internet to communicate with people. Using the screen name ‘t1c-tac-t0e’, she’s been able to speak to those like her. Through multiple chat rooms, users come and go. Those who stay are deeply in need of a connection. She met this one user late one night. Against all odds, he ended up getting her number.
Edward Nashton made his first move on Marie, after pursuing her history. He was under the impression that she was just as twisted as her father. Records dating back to the 1980s would prove that Reginald’s experiments violated human rights for over thirty years. Reginald wasn’t a well liked man in the city, and the easiest to target was Marie. She needed to learn how to defend herself. Most of the time, she needed to know how to move around in the dark. She didn’t know who the person on the other end was. 
R1ddl3r: so what kind of work do you do?
T1c_tac_t0e: I’m a caretaker for old people. why? so you can stalk me?
R1ddl3r: lol 
T1c_tac_t03: that’s not ominous at all
R1ddl3r: are you being sarcastic?
— T1c_tac_t0e is offline —
It would always be random conversation late at night. Marie would laugh to herself. No matter what was going on in the day, at night he would always message her. They were friendly with her, and she sought comfort in a stranger on the other end of a chatroom.
R1ddl3r: how was your day?
T1c_tac_t0e: boring, as usual, but it wasn’t bad.
R1ddl3r: i had another shit day i feel like day in and day out i’m not putting in enough effort
T1c_tac_t0e: don’t be so hard on yourself. Whatever effort you put in is enough.
R1ddl3r: you don’t think i should’ve tried harder? failure isn’t a new thing for me.
T1c_tac_t0e: no, i don’t think that at all. I think you’re capable of doing better, but it only matters if you don’t try to change.
Edward knew his intentions were to lure Marie out of hiding, but the more he spoke to her, he didn’t really have any other friends. He was just trying to get on her good side, so he could continue with his plan. His plan was to get rid of the rot that sickened the city. The corrupt politicians, the drugs being peddled out in the street. It all needed to be fixed. 
Marie had the same feelings, but there was something so torturous about murder. After her fathers death, she couldn’t get over the guilt. She got the inheritance. Gave her foster mothers a new home upstate. She even visited her estranged half-sister to give her some of the money. The guilt would never go away, and Marie learned to accept it. Marie tried to be careful with the stranger on the other end. 
Little did she know, he already knew where she lived. It was surprising to him how easy it was to find her. After months of communication through a screen, it was so easy to just walk into her apartment, and watch her sleep. He watched her movements carefully. He didn’t want to admit it himself, but he wanted to reveal himself to her. Before things started to get rough, he wanted to open up to her, and this was probably the last chance he got.
Gently, in the moon-light, her scarred face was shown. Edward started having second thoughts. No, he didn’t want to surprise her. He saw Marie in her most vulnerable state, yet he didn’t do anything to her. He left a card by her bedside. 
He leaned over to her ear, gently whispering. “I’ll see you again, soon.”
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Riddles and Puzzles
Part 2: What am I?
Part 1: The Stalker Tic Tac Toe
Summary: Summary: Marie Belle Sinclair (Jones) is Riddler’s first target. To his surprise, Marie had completely abandoned her last name. Her goal to live a normal life was somewhat completed. The Riddler keeps an eye on her, but he’s hesitant on revealing himself. He decides to leave a trail of breadcrumbs for her, starting with the note on her bedside. And, as it might turn out, she already knows him. Word Count: 2,821 [ A/N: yeah i know it's long. ]
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His infatuation for her developed one evening out of the blue. Marie was riding the train home one night, absentmindedly listening to music through her headphones. Her eyes gently closed, as the rocking of the train ride lulled her to sleep. She didn’t see it, but Edward was sitting right beside her. Her hair was messy, and most of her head was covered by a black beanie. Her hands were stuffed in her hoodie while holding her phone close.
He only had a glimpse of half her face. Most of her face was covered by a black and white mask. It was darker than the rest of her face. It was scarred completely. Her eyes looked glossy, as she continued to stare forward. He felt bad about staring, so Edward looked away from her. He flinched when he felt a weight on his shoulder. Marie’s head fell perfectly on his shoulder. She didn’t even know him, yet he couldn’t help but feel his heart racing. He looked at her shyly. While he was extremely giddy on the inside, he was slowly beginning to panic and overthink the situation. This was something he’d imagine a partner doing, but this stranger was already comfortable enough to lay their head on his shoulder. 
Once the subway came to a stop, Marie slowly opened her eyes to see Edward staring at her with great intensity. She chuckled to herself. “I’m sorry, heh.” She whispered, softly.  Marie stood up in the terminal, heading out of the subway car. Edward’s cheeks flushed red, and her face wasn’t easy to forget. He looked at her phone before she stepped off the subway. His small idealized version of her began to expand. He wanted to get close to her, and the best thing he thought of was going online to contact her. He started making several different attempts to contact her. All his usernames were variations of riddles and puzzles. 
Marie had gotten several different cryptic messages from him, and she had gotten the feeling all messages were from the same person. She decided to contact one of his many usernames until she had gotten a response from him.
T1c_tac_t0e: why do you keep messaging me?
R1ddl3r: why do you keep ignoring my messages?
Marie had annoyed him by not answering any of his riddles. While this amused her a little, she decided that she would play along with this person’s shenanigans.
T1c_tac_t0e: alright fine, but I’ll answer only one
R1ddl3r: I am the beginning of the end and the end of time and space. 
R1ddl3r: I am essential to creation, and I surround every place.
R1ddl3r: What am I?
Marie took a second to write down the words ‘end’, ‘time’, ‘space’,  ‘creation’, and ‘place’. After examining each word, Marie figured the answer out fairly quickly. 
T1c_tac_t0e: is it the letter e?
R1ddl3r: what?
T1c_tac_t0e: isn’t that the answer?
R1ddl3r: yeah, how’d you get it?
T1c_tac_t0e: the first line kinda gives it away
It surprised him that she was able to guess the answer, but he must’ve used quite an underwhelming riddle. He wanted to test her. Edward knew what he was looking for.
R1ddl3r: do you think you could try another?
T1c_tac_t0e: depends, i’m pretty terrible at things like this
R1ddl3r: i don’t believe that one bit. you’re a terrible liar.
Marie scoffed to herself. It was like she was caught in a chess match. She needed to think a little harder for the next riddle.
R1ddl3r: i want to use one of my own. 
T1c_tac_t0e: i mean, sure, go ahead.
Marie was hesitant to say the least. Most anonymous guys online take a completely innocent conversation and turn it sexual. This new riddle might be an innuendo. She needed to be a little more perceptive as he began to type. It took a long time for him to type out the whole riddle. Marie was patient and waited for the screen to light up again, with his message.
R1ddl3r: ok, try out this one
R1ddl3r: I am always around but unseen. I am often avoided but never outrun. 
R1ddl3r: I could find you at the end of the road or even the next corner
R1ddl3r: What am I?
Marie slowly processed the question. ‘Always around, but left unseen’, she scribbled down onto a sheet of paper. She tried rationalizing the context clues in the text. While she was working, Edward seemed thoroughly convinced that she wouldn’t be able to solve it. After fifteen minutes, Edward began teasing her.
R1ddl3r: lol are you stumped?
R1ddl3r: do you want a hint?
R1ddl3r: if you give up now, i’ll tell you the answer.
T1c_tac_t0e: hold on, einstein. not everyone is as quick and clever as you
Edward chuckled softly at her comment. He might’ve even felt his face warm up. She only knew him through a screen, and he enjoyed that. He enjoyed her texts, but he wanted to get closer to her. He wanted to feel her skin. He wanted to be as close to her as she was on the subway. How the two sides of her face were perfectly uneven. From her coarse scars to her black nail polish, Edward was head over heels.
After thirty minutes, Marie finally came up with an answer she was comfortable with. She was hesitant. ‘It’s a shadow? No, that can’t be it.’ She thought to herself. ‘Would it be too weird if I put that in?’ She turned to her niece’s puzzle collection for more clues, but that wouldn’t do anything useful.
T1c_tac_t0e: is it your shadow?
R1ddl3r: shadow? what makes you think that?
T1c_tac_t0e: you can’t outrun your shadow. And, at the end of the road, there’s always a shadow. 
T1c_tac_t0e: behind every corner, it’s there
R1ddl3r: ah, but you see a shadow is a visible thing, darling
R1ddl3r: I’m afraid you got that one wrong.
Marie felt a spike of anxiety as she looked around in her cold dark room. She was frustrated and confused. Edward’s heart was beating rapidly in his chest. This answer only sparked more interest. He was breathing heavily in his mask. He had been watching her this whole time, from a small hole inside her closet. He couldn’t even remember how he got there. Edward held a strong compulsion to confront her. He felt giddy watching her rationalize the problem to herself, and it was still the wrong answer. This was different from his previous intentions. This love he had developed had only gotten stronger. One couldn’t call what he felt was love. This obsession grew acidic. His intentions got darker.
Marie, frustrated, logged off the computer, deciding to take a break from the complicated and convoluted riddle. She laid down on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. In the corner of the room, a spider was slowly making its web, when Marie started staring at it. She stared at it intensely. It started to crawl on the ceiling, getting closer to her bed. She flinched, putting on some slippers and a robe. She wanted to find a cup to capture it, and possibly set it outside. 
It was 1:30 in the morning. Marie’s sister, Isabella, was getting back from work. Marie didn’t keep the house to herself. Because Reginald was a pompous asshole, he would’ve never let Isabella stay with him for over a night. It was because Isabella’s mother was still alive. Isabella’s mother, Delores, never married Reginald no matter how much he begged. It makes sense, considering he didn’t have that good of a reputation. He cut all contact between her and Isabella. He was barely a father to Isabella, just as much as he had been with Marie. 
Isabella saw Marie creep into the kitchen, silently grabbing a cup. “Hey,” Isabella whispered.
Marie was a little startled by Isabella’s little ‘hi’ that she dropped her cup. She smiled sheepishly, putting the glass on the counter. “Hi, Izzy. How was your day?” 
Isabella was an emergency room nurse. She was very accustomed to long nights. Isabella had a daughter, Aurora. She was sleeping in one of the smaller rooms downstairs. “It was long, definitely, but I got Rory those hello kitty bandages she wanted.”
Marie smiled softly. “That’s good. She’ll have an easier time on the skateboard with those.” She had always longed for someone to care for and cherish. Isabella had a husband that worked in Bludhaven. After Aurora was born, Isabella and her husband separated. 
“You’re usually not up at this time. Did you get up to get a glass of water?” Isabella leaned against the table, taking down her hair. 
“No, there’s a spider that I was gonna put outside, but he’s probably laid a million eggs by now.” Marie took a deep breath and sighed. She didn’t want to keep her sister up. “I should probably head back to bed.”
“Right, but I wanted to let you know that Bruce has been asking about you,” Isabella nonchalantly grabbed an apple, and took a bite out of it. “What’s that all about?”
Marie gulped. “He has my number. He can contact me.” She had a little bit of a history with Bruce. Marie had some history with the man. In college, she was friends with him for a time. She didn’t really know much about Gotham’s major families, and she didn’t really give a shit to care. However, he never disclosed his last name. Marie respected it, and she didn’t prod him for an answer. Once Marie did her own research, she stopped talking to him. 
“Well, he doesn’t try to just contact anyone, right?” Isabella said, flabbergasted. “Bruce Wayne has been radio silent for the past four years. You don’t want to go talk to him and at least see what he has to say?”
Marie rolled her eyes. “No, he can talk to me himself. If he wants to see me, he can come knocking on my door.”
Isabella scoffed. “You know, the inheritance money is eventually going to be gone. Bruce Wayne is so insanely rich, I don’t understand why you haven’t married him, yet.”
Marie’s eyes widened. “I don’t give a shit about that, Izzy. I’m not ready to marry anyone yet. I’m still trying out my options.”
“Oh, yeah, What opinions?” Isabella retorted, sarcastically. “Come on, Marie. You should live a little. A little night on the town could pick your spirits up.”
“Nah, I’m alright, Iz. I’m going to sleep.” Marie made her way upstairs to her bedroom. She gently placed her glass next to her bedside table. She laid down on her bed, covering herself in her sheets. She noticed something that wasn’t there before. A large roll of duct tape was sitting right next to her cup. 
She got up from her bed. The spider was still hanging above her. Marie felt like the room was getting smaller. Suddenly in the blink of her eye, the spider touched the floor. She backed up into the closet, hearing his heavy breathing. Edward grabbed her arm, pulling her closer to the closet. Before Marie could scream, he put his hand over her mouth.
“Shhh,” Edward’s whispers were muffled from his mask. He looked at her, longingly. Marie looked up at the cloaked figure, terrified. She punches Edward hard in the gut. His eyes widened as he winced from the pain. Edward fell to the ground, holding his knees up to his chest. Marie automatically defended herself against the attacker. 
He began to cough through his mask, breathing heavily, while there was a stifled giggle coming out of his throat. As he started to get himself off the ground, Marie reached for something at the bottom of her bed. It was a small dagger, with a small ‘s’ inscribed on the handle. Edward froze at her weapon. While he was still in pain, he hunched over picking up a phone. 
Marie kept up her composure while the knife was shaking in her hand. She was so shocked by the attack. Marie couldn’t describe her frustrations, especially considering her niece was sleeping right below her room. She ripped the phone out of his hands. “There’s a child downstairs.” She said, in a harsh disciplinary tone. “What made you think breaking in was a good idea? I could call the police.”
Edward looked up at her, shocked. A man in a mask was threatening her. Shouldn’t she be scared? She had his phone in his hand. He had hurt in his eyes, but he couldn’t blame her. She was the one with the weapon. He needed to get out of this mindset. He chuckled softly. “Alright, go ahead.” He limbered over to her bed and sat down.
Marie sighed, still keeping her knife pointed at Edward. The phone required a passcode, and it didn’t seem to match anything she typed in, which was weird because this was her phone. It took a second to realize that her phone and its files were completely encrypted. “Fuck..” She whispered to herself. She unknowingly sat down next to him on the bed.
Edward grinned wide underneath the mask. He was so close to her. Closer than he had ever been in years. “I can fix that, only if you do me one small favor.”
Marie looked over at Edward, rolling her eyes. “And what’s that? What could I possibly do for you?”
He leaned over, inching closer and closer to her face. He whispered in her ear. “What kind of death is born in bliss?”
Tiny sparks in her mind began to ignite, as the question was spoken. Marie frowned. “Who are you?”
Edward waved a gloved finger in her face. “I asked the question first. Answer it.”
Marie took a deep breath. While she needed her phone back, it wasn’t worth the risk of getting Aurora or Isabella hurt. “You can have it, einstein.” She tossed the phone into his lap.
But, Edward didn’t want to accept this. He grabbed her arm, keeping her next to him on the bed. “No.” His volume had gotten a little higher, but knowing that there were other people besides him and her, he quickly corrected himself. “Answer the question, Marie.”
Marie’s eyes widened. “Y-You know me?” She didn’t want to push back, out of fear for everyone else in the building. A couple of tears started falling from her face, as she was visibly shaken. 
Edward nodded. “All you have to do is answer the question.”
“Is it ignorance?” Marie whispered. Her eyes were pleading for Edward to accept this answer. 
Edward’s muffled chuckling grew a little louder, as his hand was lowered to Marie’s waist. “Ignorance. Ignorance is what makes up the foundations for the people that run this city. You could imagine my distress when I saw your name brought up along with the death of your father. The news has been saying things, which I don’t think are true.”
Marie looked down from Edward. “Why? Because Reginald Sinclair was my father? I don’t deserve to die alongside that stupid fucking sociopath.” Her tears started falling down a lot more frequently.
Edward placed his gloved hand on her cheek. “You’re the last person I want dead.”
Marie looked into his glassy blue eyes. They were somewhat familiar. She reached out her hands to touch the cling wrap and duct tape mask. Edward flinched, moving her hand away from his face. However, Marie slipped her hands under his mask. Her cold fingers pressed upon his warm cheek, slowly taking it off of him. 
His face was completely red. Whether it was from the moisture of the mask, or the fact that Marie just caught him, he looked completely stunned. Marie’s expression grew a lot softer. 
“Oh my god, Eddie?” She blinked a few times, shakingly putting on her glasses to see his full image. Once she got a clearer picture, she embraced him, delicately. “Why didn’t you just call?”
He smiled blissfully, despite the incredible pain in his stomach. “Well, your phone was encrypted.”
Marie scoffed. “You’re the one who encrypted it.” She took a deep sigh. “What are you doing here, Ed?”
“I wanted to see you.” He answered. Edward needed to be transparent to her for his plan to work. He desired her trust. He knew her a long time ago. He didn’t have parents in the first place, and with the abuse, Marie was put through, he couldn’t even imagine what her father was like. “I haven’t seen you in years.”
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gotham is in new jersey. you can’t pump your own gas in jersey
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Random Writer Questions
Can be for canon, non-canon, fanfics, RPs, OCs, or anything in between.
Who’s your favorite character to write?
Who’s your least favorite to write?
Who’s your favorite character overall?
Which character(s) do you love to hate?
What’s the easiest thing to write for you?
What’s the hardest thing to write for you?
Do you plan everything out before you write or do you sit down and go with the flow?
What songs do you listen to get in the writing mood?
Do you have songs that you associate with certain characters?
How do you get around a writer’s block, if anything?
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What is one character you love but rarely/never write? 
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Are you prone to leaving unfinished WIPs or do you strive to finish everything you write?
What is one theme/storyline/idea you wish to write but never have?
What is one story idea you have in your head right now?
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tic---tac---toe · 3 years ago
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I know it's stupid to ship batjokes in the reeves' universe, but I'd be so delighted to see the Jokers as a gang and not just one person. That way literally every Joker could just be canon.
I'm pretty sure it's already been done before, but like I'd think it'd fit.
(I say 'stupid' as in the Riddler was the main focus, instead of Joker. I don't mean the ship is stupid lol.)
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