#DC Universe

[angicoforest]

No anatomy just darkness

[valrixian]

Oh Janet Drake, they will never make me hate you

[lovesick-joey]

the people wanted more youtube worldbuilding ^^

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[fromdove]

HOW I THINK SOCIAL MEDIA IS LIKE IN ㅤㅤㅤㅤ GOTHAM CITY

tiktoks where people are like “day 54 of trying to get batman to notice me by looking helpless and holding a brick outside of wayne tower.” and then like. a day later they upload another one like “guys it worked. i threw the brick at a window and he SWOOPED DOWN AND YELLED AT ME. i think we’re engaged now.”

BATMAN FAN ACCOUNTS. “batm4nslut6969: yall i saw him last night and his thighs were THIGHING. i can’t.” “i want him to run me over with the batmobile. respectfully.” “what does it say about ME that i’m in love with a man who beats people up in alleys.” “he punched my cousin and now my cousin’s life is on track. king.”

you’ll see a tiktok like “get ready with me to testify against the penguin 😘” and they’re curling their lashes like “trial’s at 10 i’m wearing valentino. hope the DA is hot.”

facebook moms in gotham be like “hi!! anyone else’s toddler develop shadow powers after playing near the narrows??? normal or???”

“guys u wont believe what just happened i was literally just tryna get a tuna sandwich and then scarecrow gassed the 6 train again 💀” followed by: “ok but like did anyone else get lowkey productive on fear toxin bc same”

and like imagine those "what's in my bag" videos but it’s like “what’s in my gotham emergency kit” and they pull out like mace, an inhaler, one (1) batarang they found in an alley, a granola bar, and a tiny bottle of holy water just in case it’s some demon this time.

every batman chase has like. three angles. one guy from his apartment, one guy hiding in a dumpster, and one guy who just happened to be doing a GRWM video when batman crashed through the laundromat window behind him like a medieval poltergeist in kevlar.

there’s also that one tiktoker who’s like. always posting “day in the life as a gothamite 🥰” and it’s literally her dodging debris from a police chase while trying to get a matcha. like she’s got wireless earbuds in while the riddler is detonating something in the background. caption: “when i said i wanted chaos i meant eyeliner not explosives 😭😭😭😭”

people be going live from literal crime scenes. like “hey besties so i’m outside ACE chemicals rn and idk what’s going on but i just saw a clown sprint past. anyone know what’s happening???” and everyone’s commenting like “GIRL GO HOME” and “go inside nowwwwww” and “live laugh leave gotham.”

you'd see youtube videos like “i lived in gotham for 2 days and here’s why i left” and it’s just footage of a man watching fire rain from the sky while eating a pretzel in pure silence.

twitter’s a HELLHOLE. people tweeting like “batman knocked over my hotdog stand again. this is the third time. i’m filing a restraining order” and “why does bruce wayne look like he hasn’t slept since 2003” and “if the joker had a podcast i’d listen. just being honest.”

ALSO fancams of villains??? OF COURSE. edits of scarecrow like “your mental health isn’t scary but he is 😍🔥” and joker fan edits with lana del rey playing over it like “he slayed literally. like a bunch of ppl.”

there’s discourse about EVERYTHING. “does batman exploit underage sidekicks??” vs “no they CHOSE to be there 🙄”

imagine gotham love confession tiktoks like “i met him in an alley while harley quinn was robbing a jewelry store” and the comments are like “literally gotham's version of a meet cute 💘💘💘💘💘💘💘”

theres podcasts like “the ethics of vigilante justice” and then they go off topic and start debating if bruce wayne and batman have ever been in the same room and one of the hosts is like “they have different jawlines 🙄”

the gentrification discourse?? YEAH. “just moved to crime alley!! rent was SO cheap!! the vibes are kind of ✨✨ except for the screaming at night. also someone left a human tooth in my mailbox. i think that means i’m accepted into the neighborhood??”

and of course. OF COURSE. the joker thirst edits. like i wish i was kidding. i wish. but someone posts “what if he kidnapped me actually. like what if i let him.” and it’s a picture of him looking crazy with 15 different filters and a caption that says “he’s literally me (i need therapy).”

and GOTHAM INFLUENCERS. OH MY GOD. the way they would be the WORST. “hey guys today i’m doing a billionaire morning routine <3” cue 6 am ice bath in the wayne building gym someone does a house tour and people in the comments are like “i think that’s *insert famous rich socialites name's* old penthouse????”

homeless ppl getting filmed for fake charity clout. omg. “today we’re giving a makeover to this unhoused gotham citizen 🥺”

gotham meme culture is top tier. like they’re actually so funny. because they have to be. it’s trauma response meets terminal irony meets "oh the joker blew up a costco again time to live tweet." they have memes like: “you vs the guy she told you not to worry about” - it’s a pic of bruce wayne (or some rich socialite) in a suit and then batman looking like roadkill in a cape or something like “just got mugged by harley quinn and she said i have bad taste in shoes. kinda valid tbh.” or “why is scarecrow hot now. like when did that happen.” “penguin looked at me sideways in the club. should i press charges or kiss him idk.”

some of them are rich rich. and also literally host giveaways with captions like: “win a week in my tower penthouse if you repost and comment ur favourite crime i’ve survived 💋”

the drama is UNREAL. like gotham reddit?? a cesspool. like there’s this one post every week like : “AMA: i dated bruce wayne for 3 weeks in 2018 and he ghosted me after i found a batarang under his couch.” and then batman side of reddit is like “this guy tried to sell me fake kryptonite at a gas station AMA” and the replies are like “was it the guy in the trenchcoat outside the CVS?? i knew he was shady.” oh and you know there’s a gotham reddit thread called r/gothamCitizenSupport and it’s just “does anyone know how to get joker gas out of your vents” “batman smashed my windshield again how do i file an insurance claim” “my roommate joined a cult and now she glows in the dark?? normal or should i move out?”

you know the “hot takes” girlies?? yeah they’re deranged. “ok but like… what does batman really do for the economy.” or “i’m just saying gotham has more billionaires than public libraries and i feel like that’s not a coincidence???” or “why is no one talking about the gentrification of *xyz place name* just because ivy turned a building into a forest resort spa”

the comments are always fighting for their lives like: “he saved my life leave him alone??” or “girl i got evicted because catwoman turned my apartment into a goth club shut up”

ALSOOOO there are entire sides of gotham tiktok like:

“batman sighting alerts”

“gotham thrift hauls (featuring actual riddler merch)”

“bruce wayne conspiracy theory corner”

“citizen thirst traps featuring blurry robins”

“updates from people who work at arkham: the podcast”

and every time a villain escapes it’s like “uhhh guys. just saw mr. freeze at the bodega. he said he wants vengeance.

"guys...my parents just told me we're moving to gotham because its cheaper...help me what should i expect?"

OH AND BATMAN WOULD HATE IT. and there are so many compilations like “BATMAN GETTING FED UP WITH CITIZENS PART 7” where it’s just clips of him looking pissed af. dramatically because someone asked for a selfie mid-chase or tried to ask him to do fit check in their video.

[prlssprfctn]

I actually need some fanfic, where Bruce and Jason are in the middle of some argument, and a casual (and a well-practiced with Dick before) sentence leaves his mouth, something along the lines "How old do you think you are?!", meaning that he is acting childishly. And because Jason is irritated, and his tongue runs loose in his anger, he screams back that he is nineteen, and Bruce just freezes, because... Oh. Jason is nineteen. He is a fucking kid - his kid - that lost years of his teenhood, and was forced back without anyone giving him a space to catch up, with everyone else already treating him like an adult... When he isn't.

[spocks-husband]

In Bruce's phone, he keeps the contact photos for all his kids as their baby pictures (or the closest approximation that he has).

Dick's is a photo of him when he'd first designed his Robin costumes, smiling ear to ear as he proudly showed off his first hand-sewn prototype.

Jason's is a picture Alfred got of the boy sitting on Bruce's shoulders while they went over a case.

Tim is him fast asleep in the middle of taking notes on his first real mission (he wanted to impress Bruce really bad).

Damian is a polaroid he got from Talia of him when he was about a year old, teething on a mango seed as he sat on the floor of his mother's room.

Cass is entirely blacked out except for her big bright eyes that can be seen in the darkness-- Bruce thinks it's the cutest photo ever.

Even Babs has hers set to a photo of her with her first computer, grinning happy as she probably hacked into a federal database somewhere. He got that photo from Jim.

Likewise, of course, Alfred's (very bareboned) smartphone that he barely uses has Bruce's contact set with a photo of him playing in the snow as a little boy.

[spicy-apple-pie]

You know Cass was going to pull up with a trauma joke but couldn't because she didn't want to scare Damian lol

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[skywardmmoon]

big fan of Damian in the mikel janín style that is talia al ghuls baby he looks like her so much. al ghul face card doesn’t decline and personally I think we should draw him to look like her instead of Bruce clone 27

[batologyi]

CAT SCRATCHES v╱ J. Todd × Fem! Catwoman! Reader ꩜ .ᐟ

「 tags 」・:三 suggestive SFW, Drabble

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Jason lay on his back, one arm slung lazily behind his head, chest still rising slow and deep as he cooled off. His skin was warm under your fingertips, flushed, slick with sweat, and littered with red, angry scratches that caught the light every time he shifted.

You hovered over him, lips curled into a lazy smile as you trailed your fingers along a line carved just below his collarbone. He flinched slightly, the spot still raw.

“Sensitive?” you asked, mock-innocent.

His eyes cracked open, a lazy glare aimed your way. “You did that with those damn claws of yours. You tell me.”

“Mmm,” you hummed, dragging a nail down the next mark. This one was deeper—your favorite. “You didn’t seem to mind at the time.”

He snorted, but the smirk that tugged at his mouth betrayed him. “Didn’t know I was signing up for a full dissection.”

“Oh, hush. You liked it,” you whispered, leaning down to kiss the edge of one of the red lines. “You always like it when I lose control.”

Jason let out a slow breath, eyes darkening as he watched you through half-lidded eyes. “I like a lot of things about you, but I could do without you carving your name into my chest like I’m your latest haul.”

You grinned against his skin. “But you are mine. Gotta make sure the other girls know.”

His hand shot out, catching your wrist just as you started to drag your nails a little too low. The look he gave you was half-warning, half-challenge.

“Keep it up,” he said lowly, “and I’ll make sure you’ve got matching marks in places no one else gets to see.”

You laughed, slow and sultry, and leaned in close to brush your lips over his jaw. “Promise?”

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[sinizade]

Wonder Woman ⭐️ Save me big strong Amazon princess, big strong Amazon princess save me 🛐

[iydiamartinx]

DRAWN TO YOU

Pairing: Damian Wayne x Reader

divider by: @cafekitsune word count: 972 synopsis: You get curious about what Damian is drawing. a/n: I low key feel like I fucked up the ending cause its so cheesy lol. Also again aged up Damian Wayne cause of the romantic subplots if you squint

The early morning light slanted golden rays through the tall windows of the library room, casting a warm glow across the usually dim room and making it feel brighter, more open. The manor was hushed, save for the distant clatter of Alfred preparing a late breakfast for the house’s more nocturnal residents, the occasional muffled footsteps of Duke pacing in an upstairs study, and the quiet mutters from Damian beside you.

Damian sat cross-legged at the far end of the couch, a sketchbook balanced on one knee, pencil in hand. His brows were furrowed in concentration, his bottom lip caught gently between his teeth as his hand moved in quick, practiced strokes. You’d been watching him on and off between scrolling on your phone, finding the soft sound of the scratches of his pencil on paper oddly soothing.

“What’re you drawing?” you asked eventually, nudging his ankle with your foot.

“Nothing,” he replied a little to briskly, not even looking up.

You arched a brow. “That doesn’t sound like nothing.”

“It’s not ready,” he said flatly, tone clipped and guarded. “It’s… unfinished.”

You smirked and leaned a little closer, craning your neck to peek over the edge of the page. In one swift motion, Damian tilted the sketchbook away, , shielding it against his chest..

“Don’t,” he said sharply.

“Why not?” you teased, lips pulling into a pout. “You never let me see.”

“Because,” he muttered, still refusing to meet your eyes, “it’s rough.”

Your eyes narrowed slightly. You knew Damian well enough to recognize when he was hiding something. He rarely ever got flustered. Or if he did, it wasn’t an emotion he allowed to be seen so easily. But right now, it was obvious from the way he avoided your gaze and the flush of red creeping up the tips of his ears. Whatever he was drawing, clearly meant something to him.

So, you waited. Pretending to drop the matter and go back to scrolling on your phone casually. You patiently waited for him to relax. And when he stood to grab the eraser he’d left on the coffee table…

You struck.

Quick as a flash, you snatched the sketchbook off the couch and jumped to your feet, dancing just out of Damian’s reach. He lunged for it, but you were faster, already backing away with a triumphant grin.

“Y/N—don’t—!” he exclaimed, his voice rising—not in anger, but in something far rarer for him.

Panic. Pure, wide-eyed panic.

You grinned. “I just want to see. I’ve caught glimpses of the landscapes you paint, and they’re amazing. You shouldn’t be embarrassed about a ske—”

Whatever you were saying died on your tongue the moment your eyes dropped to the page.

You froze, your breath catching.

It wasn’t just a quick sketch or a casual doodle—it was a detailed portrait of you.

He’d drawn you the way he saw you when you weren’t looking. Curled on the couch, phone in hand, a faint smile tugging at your lips. The way your hair fell over your shoulder. The slope of your jaw. The softness in your expression. Every line was purposeful, every shadow carefully placed. There was a quiet reverence in the way he’d captured you—it made you feel as if you were something precious to him.

You looked up slowly, heart pounding. “Damian…”

He stood rigid a few feet away, arms crossed tight over his chest. His jaw was clenched, but his eyes—his eyes were uncertain, almost vulnerable.

“It’s not finished,” he muttered, gaze dropping. “The hands aren’t right. The shading needs—”

“Damian.” You said his name again, softer this time.

When he finally met your eyes, you crossed the distance between you and held the sketchbook gently to your chest, like it was something fragile. “This is… beautiful.”

Damian didn’t answer. He stood stiffly by the table, arms crossed, expression tight with embarrassment judging from the flush on his cheeks.

“I’m serious,” you said, voice soft now. “I didn’t know you looked at me like that.”

He glanced up—just once. And then looked away again. “Tt. Of course I do.”

You closed the book carefully and stepped toward him, smile tugging at your lips. “You’re really talented, Damian.”

“I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he muttered, arms folding across his chest in a defensive habit.

You shook your head gently. “You didn’t. Not even close.”

When you reached him, you rose up on your toes and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek—just enough to send the flush returning to the tips of his ears. His hand twitched like he wasn’t sure whether to grab you or cover his face.

“Next time,” you murmured, “just ask if you want to draw me. I’m happy to pose for you.”

He studied you for a moment, brow still faintly furrowed. “You’re not just saying that?”

Your expression softened. “Damian. I mean it.”

You held the sketchbook out to him, and he took it slowly, fingers curling around the edges with a careful touch.

“You’re the only thing I want to draw lately,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

Your chest fluttered, warmth blooming behind your ribs at the quiet sincerity in his words.

“Then draw me,” you said, gently. “However you see me. I want to know.”

He didn’t answer, but something in his posture softened as he sat back down—just enough for you to lean in and rest your head on his shoulder. Watching in contentment, as he opened his sketchbook again, pencil already in hand. 

And so the rest of the morning continued to pass in a peaceful silence, sunlight warming the room as you continued to watch him and the way his pencil moved across the paper. Steady and careful, drawing you in the only way he knew how— like you were the only light to his darkness.

[valrixian]

Last post before break ends😭

(Posted on Tiktok too🙏)

[lovesick-joey]

I enjoy this type of worldbuilding

[itsalbir]

SixFanarts - 7/6!!!!

Figs, cherries, bright colored glasses and star shaped earrings, you know, the usual Donna Troy and Starfire date.

[prlssprfctn]

A semi-horror concept of Jason Todd dying for a day on his every death anniversary, you are very dear to me.