#gotham wip

[nevereverthem]

Gotham :

The very thought that I have an idea for a tiny Ficlet confession scene about Gobblepot...

... But that I'll have to wait for weeks, months, because I need a context and a person to make a statement before the scene...

... Because I haven't watched the show yet but I've already learned way too much stuff through YouTube videos, Tumblr posts, and AO3 fanfictions...

... Bear with my obsessions starting before the beginning of anything.

Update :

Okay... I wanted to write my little ideas down for the Ficlet. I have the general actions and reactions. What I needed to write were the tiny bits of dialogues so that I would not forget...

I've already reached 1000 words.

This might be a One Shot after all... The day I can actually write it properly you know... 🙄

[sentient-stove]

“Not Metropolis?”

“If I’m going to be dealing with superheroes, I don’t want to also deal with aliens.”

She was still keeping decent pace with him- perks of not actually being a person he guessed- but Gotham was getting on his nerves. Probably on purpose, the city didn’t want him here and She apparently was willing to annoy him to a second death over it.

“And New York?”

“Shit’s fucked.” Danny offered. “I don’t even want to know what’s going on there.”

“Gods. Above the Empire State Building.” She said, and he tripped on cracked sidewalk, barely slowing his run.

“See? You’re my best bet. I’m late for class and your school’s the opposite direction.”

“I don’t go to school.”

“Tell that to your ‘Gotham Academy for the wealthy or whatever the name is’ uniform and your schoolgirl ponytail.”

“I’m a representation of the people.” She shot him a look, eyes again glowing as the spirit tapped into the the energy around her. “Amity Park, go home.”

“Lady Gotham, respectfully. Nah.”

[thevoidstaredback]

Hey! So, it's been a while, but I finally remembered to come back to this! But, it's not gonna go the way you'd think.

If Danny had it his way, he'd be at his Aunt Alicia's house for the summer instead of New Jersey. This place is gloomy, grimy, and soaked through with so much crime that it's a Problem(TM). Like, seriously? New Jersey hasn't allowed the death penalty since he was seven, but can't they make, like, one exception? Get rid of The Joker and half of Gotham's problems are solved.

Unfortunately, he's only here as a guest, so he can't really do anything. Which, for the record, is a shit rule. Call a goose and goose, and that's exactly what Gotham City, New Jersey is.

It isn't all that bad, he supposes. Sure, the pollution blocks out the entire sky at all times, the buildings that aren't condemned are only feeding the rich while stealing from the poor, an entire twenty-four block are has been given up on by mostly everyone, the local vigilantes won't kill the recurring problems like the cockroaches they are- There was a good point to all this.

Oh! He has family here. That's it. That's the only silver lining, and it's bronze.

But, hey, it can't be that bad. From what he understands, his half-brother and company don't actually live in Gotham. Bristol, according to Talia is technically outside of Gotham City Limits, but is still considered as part of the city. Makes sense, aside from the fact that there's no bridge between Bristol and Gotham. Weird design, but he's not rich so he's not really inclined to care or understand.

Half brother, right.

Danny doesn't like Damian much, but that's because he's a clone...of Damian. Danny's a clone of Damian, not the other way around. Ra's makes that very clear

The only reason Talia wants him with Damian is because she's upset with Bruce Wayne. What is it with divorced parents and putting their kids on the middle of their fights? Or maybe that's just Talia?

Anyway.

Gotham, New Jersey is a dismal place. Danny's not germophobic by any means, he can't really afford to be, but even he's having a hard time being in the city.

It was so much easier hiding out with the Fentons.

Well, 'hiding' is a subjective term. Ra's and Talia knew where he was, so did Deathstroke, probably, but that was it.

Essentially, everyone he should be hiding from knows where he's been hiding, which means he's just been on some kind of twisted, extended vacation.

As far as Danny knew, Bruce Wayne had no idea he was coming. Damian knew because Talia had wanted him to pick Danny up from the airport. Weird because while Damian is technically older, Danny is still legally two years older.

Well, 'legally' is a stretch. He doesn't technically exist, outside of the LoA and Amity Park.

The point is that Damian is waiting for him at the end of the terminal, looking as much like an excited puppy as he can, with an older gentleman. Talia had given him nothing to work with, but Danny didn't really care who this guy was as long as he didn't try to make him do anything he didn't want to.

...living in the Midwest was doing wonders for his mental stability, but Ancients was it making him soft!

"'Danny', I presume?" the old man asked, his accent heavy.

Good, so Talia did give Damian his actual name. "Yep. You are?" He may not want to be here, but he still knows his manners. Even if he's only going to use the bare minimum of them. Malicious Compliance and all that.

"Alfred Pennyworth, the family butler." He didn't extend his hand to shake. Danny didn't mind. In fact, he actually preferred that.

Okay, so maybe he's a little bit haphephobic. Leave him alone!

"Danny," Damian greeted, a smile of excitement in his voice but not his face, "It's good to have you here. How did Mother convince you to come?"

"Bribery." Mostly.

Damian seemed to deflate a bit. "Father and the others don't know you're here."

"Do they even know about me at all?"

"No."

"Perfect! Then I can stay at a hotel-"

"For the entire summer?" Alfred raised his eyebrow, "I must insist that you stay at Wayne Manor while in Gotham. Master Bruce will most pleased to meet you."

"Why?" Danny scoffed, "I'm not his kid, nor do I want to be."

Damian slouched a little bit more. "Come, we must get back before the others send out a search party for us."

"Dramatic much?" Danny scoffed.

"Not at all," Alfred took both of Danny's bags before leading the way out to the car, "It' happened before in less time."

"I don't doubt it for a second. I'm calling Bruce a dramatic bitch."

Alfred smirked ever so slightly. "Quite right, Master Danny."

"Don't call me that."

"Alright then, what should I call you?"

"'Danny'. No honorifics, no add ons, no trying to fullname me, nothing else."

"And when you go out with the rest of the family?"

He scoffed again. "You really think they'd let me go out with them? I'm an assassin. In fact, the first thing I'll do the second I'm let out of the house is kill the clown bastard."

Damian rested his hand on Danny's arm. "They let me out with them and I tried to kill Drake. As long as you uphold a promise not to kill anyone, you'll be allowed to patrol with us."

They reached the car, Damian sat behind the driver while Danny sat behind the passenger. Alfred put the bags in the trunk. "So? What will you be called on patrol?"

Danny rolled his eyes, popping his headphones in and not looking away from the window. "Respawn."

Masterpost Part 2

[onebadnoodle]

[WIP] probably wont finish these but does anyone else remember that cancelled gotham high show?

[obsessedwithstarwars]

Bruce: How was your class trip Damian?

Damian: It was quiet and productive Father.

Bruce: I’m glad to hear it. What was your favorite part?

Damian: I learned how to escape an Iron Maiden.

Bruce: …

Damian: …

Bruce: Explain please.

Damian: A boy Drake’s age taught me how to escape an Iron Maiden.

Bruce: How did he have that knowledge?

Damian: He claims his family has a dungeon full of medieval torture devices. I believe he may require further investigation.

[suzukiblu]

For @fangirlkatydid, 👻 and “Danny goes to Gotham and meets a dead Robin”.

But Lady Gotham loves Robin, and his core is small and delicate and barely-developed compared to an older ghost’s, but polished bright and reflecting lamplight-signal luminesce. 

So yeah, Lady Gotham really loves him, because Danny can’t imagine who else’s luminescence that his core would be reflecting like that. 

Or who else would’ve polished it that bright, since he also can’t imagine her letting anyone else close enough to do it. 

Lady Gotham is actually, like, a little bit insane, Danny’s pretty sure? Like . . . possibly more than a little bit, even. Or maybe she’s just too much to be kept contained in just one mind, just one Obsession, just one core. 

And right now Robin is all wrapped up in her shadows like he’s her Obsession. 

Technically he is, Danny guesses. An aspect of it, anyway. 

So yeah, that probably counts. 

Danny’s sure as heck not gonna be the one to tell her it doesn’t, king or not.

[ghost-bxrd]

@shiny-snek here’s the size comparison you asked for! I had to rescale Nightwing and the little dragon a bit because I realized they didn’t match the pictures and what I had in mind. So, thanks for requesting the comparison! Definitely made me aware of some flaws hehehe 💚💚💚

[breannasfluff]

Jason's Bookstore

It’s 4:26 PM on a Thursday when the real estate listing goes up in Gotham. It reads thus:

Quaint bookstore boasts more than 1,000 ft of retail space, with room for expansion. All books and furnishings included in sale. Cozy living space on second level with separate entrance, unfurnished, updated plumbing. Real wood and arched doorways add character. Remote showings only, but inspection documents available. Located on the edge of Robbinsville neighborhood. Bookstore name cannot be changed.

2 Bed | 2.5 Bath | Year Built: 1748 | Building SF: 1,800 | Price: $250,000

The year built is clearly a typo, but the rest of the ad looks promising. Jason clicks, opening the pictures and letting his imagination run away on having his own bookstore. It couldn’t hurt to look…right?

There’s a virtual showing. There are inspection papers. There’s an offer. There’s a sale, and papers signed in ink. Money is wired to an account. A deed is filled to the name of one Jason Todd-Wayne for a business called [Name TBD]. Keys are handed over. It’s all very prescriptive and boring.

What’s strange is that no real estate agent listed the bookshop for sale. The account the money was wired to vanishes. The online listings–only ever seen by Jason–digitally unwrite themselves. The bookshop simultaneously never existed and has always been a neighborhood feature. 

In other news, John Constantine comes home to find a neat pile of his belongings, packed by an unseen hand, and no house.

But that part doesn’t really matter. 

What matters is Jason owning a magical bookstore–only he doesn't know it yet.

[nixotinix]

rogues! the podcast Season 7 Episode 3 spoiler (no context)

[gl1tchr]

freakazoids

[sentient-stove]

“Well there’s contract magic- that’s what Constantine does, along with the majority of prevalent magic users.” Tim nudged her foot out of the way, continuing the chalk circle around them. Sam turned to follow, wondering how he managed to keep the circle so even.

“Wait, who’s Constantine?” Tucker asked. “They’re not in the files.”

“He’s a pain in everyone’s ass.” Danny muttered. “He’s in contract with half the Creatures on this side of the realms. You know the amount of ghosts I got complaining to me cause he tricked them better than they could when they went under contract?”

“Hnn, yeah most wouldn’t take too nicely to getting tricked. Salt please.” Tim handed the chalk to Tucker in exchange for salt from the bag he’d shoved into the other teen’s arms. “And then someone like Zatanna is Born with her magic, but Born are rare, so I doubt one of them would be targeting you three specifically. Leaves us with Creature or Cursed.”

Sam watched in mild amusement as Danny tried to smudge the chalk-and-salt lines, static bursting from the point and making him recoil. “Creature, that would be fae-things right? Ghosts, demons, whatever is made of magic or magic adjacent?”

“Basically. Salt will help with that. The chalk is hopefully for anyone who tries to cast like how I do. Although trying to harness magic by manipulating curses is rare since it involves far too much grave and museum robbing. Lucky for me, mom and dad did the legwork, so I haven’t needed to rob a grave yet. Mind setting this cat pair at the northern and eastern points of the circle?” He offered two tiny stone cats to her and Sam wrapped her hands around them, the smooth stone unnaturally chilled.

[ra1nydayss]

sorry folks, no actual art this weekend, it's test season and our profs hate us and like to cram everything in a single week, but hey Easter holidays are coming up so I'll probably upload then, In the meantime, here's a spideyhood wip with some notes

[inafieldofdaisies]

[nathalielpzart]

Three Boys, Their Heroes, and a City Called Gotham by @spookycreeture

(The continued saga of my sketchbook spread adjdjjddn 🙃)

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WE ARE ALMOST THERE PEOPLE!!!! I'm almost finished with this wip sketchbook spread!! The sketch is done! Yay...!! <(_ _*)>

✨️🩷 o(^-^o)(o^-^)o 🩷✨️ Gaaaaah, still much to do to finish this, but I've been having fun. Plus, the challenge in drawing stuff I haven't done before (the surgical scars were definitely interesting in researching 😆). I still need to darken the lines before I start coloring and add certain things. Jdjdjfjf then I can finally start Peter's! More shenanigans to draw the trio in from the fics, or the many ideas from the discord!!

SPOOOOKYYY!! Again, I know I have said already, but thank you... THANK YOU for taking the risk and creating (and SHARING) this amazing story/crossover au to the world. Your bravery and creative mind leave me in awe 🥺😊🌻🌻✨️✨️, but remember to take some rest and don't push yourself 😤🫡💖! Your readers will always wait patiently, so... be kind to yourself .ﾟ+.(・∀・)ﾟ+.ﾟ! 🌻🩷🌻🩷🌻🩷✨️

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Art Supplies 🎨:

Pilot Color Eno Mechanical Pencil: Red and Pink

Crescent Rendr Sketchbook

Soon to come:

Ohuhu Alcohol Brush Markers

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Beekind behind the cut; "the Gotham Kid". (( chrono || non-chrono ))

He knows Clayface was gonna hurt people. He knows it. Fucking obviously he knows it. He’s not that fucking stupid. 

But Superman could’ve stopped him without a single fucking person getting hurt, Clayface included, and Kid–he just definitely couldn’t have. Ever. So now Clayface might be dead, and maybe Pete’s guys are dead too, and Pete is definitely fucked-up either way, and half the stupid block has burnt debris and broken cars and who the fuck knows what else all the fuck over it. 

“Just fucking can, sure,” Pete grunts, fisting the hand of his good arm against the pavement and spitting blood out of his mouth. “Ugh. Fuck this fucking shithole city.” 

He doesn't say it like an out-of-towner would. Not even a little bit does he say it like an out-of-towner would. 

Okay, then, Kid thinks. That’s like . . . a thing, yeah. The kind of thing that Clark Kent would notice, and would immediately end up either in an article or face-to-chest with a big red “S”. 

Kid’s not any more Clark Kent than he is Superman, though, and right now figuring out if anybody’s–if anybody’s–dead, or hurt . . . right now that’s the priority. That’s, like–triage, or whatever. 

Also, Pete’s pretty fucked-up already, so like . . . so at least Pete he’s gotta try and help, he tells himself. 

Even if he’s still not Superman.

Kid tries to figure out if he can help Pete up without pissing the guy off or getting shot, which would be real fucking inconvenient to either let happen or explain not happening. Chances there seem kinda, like . . . slim. 

Real, real fuckin’ slim. 

“Where’s the asshole?” Pete asks, eyeing the blocked-up mouth of the alley darkly as he pushes himself to his feet on his own. He gets up like he’s never stayed down in his life; like it’s as natural as breathing. 

Kid fucking wishes he could be like that. 

not out there, he signs, not sure what it means that the guy asked about Clayface before– 

“No civilians?” Pete checks, brushing some of the grit off but mostly subtly checking his weapons. Kid . . . still isn’t sure what that means. 

But he notices the word “civilians”. 

no, he signs back. Pete grunts again and pulls out his derringer. Kid isn’t actually sure how well a baseline human can fire a magnum one-handed, but figures that’s probably a sign that at least Pete can’t do it too well. And given Pete is built like a goddamn tank, that kinda at least implies it might not work all that great. 

Then again, the dude’s also packing two of ‘em, so who the fuck knows? 

“LOU! VITO!” Pete barks as he strides towards the piled-up cars like he didn’t just get his ass blown up and doesn’t have a fucked-to-fuck arm. Kid . . . blinks. “YOU FUCKS BETTER NOT BE DEAD!” 

. . . alright then, Kid thinks, and jogs after the guy warily. Pete climbs straight up and over the cars, brutally quick and efficient, and Kid winces and braces Pete’s fucked arm with his TTK as subtly as he can so the guy doesn’t jar it too bad. 

Pete’s boots hit the ground on the far side of the cars and Kid feels him–pause, and just barely frown. Feels one of his broken fingers twitch testingly. Kid lets go quick and follows him over the cars. 

The guy probably didn’t notice anything, he tells himself, but keeps his TTK off his arm anyway. Getting over the cars was probably the worst part anyway, he figures.

[velvetwyrms]

WIP update for my Guardians AU ft. the murder husbands <3