#Do they call arkham

[phantoms-world-and-more]

The trio goes camping in Gotham

So for a senior project the trio needs to go to a city or place and study the wildlife

Sam managed to convince Danny and tucker to do the project about how the pollution in Gotham is ruining and mutating the forests around it

So Sam Danny and tucker need to camp out in the Gotham woods and take measurements, pictures and graphs of what it looks like to what it looked like 10 years ago

It was going fine, like yeah there are rouge attacks pretty often but they've felt with that

About half way through the trip around midnight they hear rustling and panting

Danny can sleep through the apocalypse as long as the alarm doesn't match the one he uses for his rogues he's now moving

Tucker is in the same boat as Danny and is in a slight state of depression from being away from technology

That leaves same who is a very light sleeper

She gets annoyed at the thing keeping her from sleep

She turns on the fenton-wrist-ray

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The Gotham police station though it was a prank when 2 tired looking teens came to the station and said their friend caught something

They were preparing to call animal control thinking it was a racoon or fox

They weren't prepared for a pissed-off goth to come in dragging a knocked-out killer crock

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 86

Let it be said that someone breaking into Arkham Asylum was not something anyone was expecting. And let it be said that if one was to ever try it, they all- guards, residents, and doctors alike- would think they would be breaking in to break someone out. 

They are not in fact, expecting a child to be running through the halls giggling with everyone failing in catching him. Someone catch the child before he gets hurt or somehow makes it to the isolation ward! The joker is in there!

Danny is honestly having fun. Ms. Arkham- Gotham’s own Gatekeeper and daughter- is really fun! Sure he’d rather she not view the people within her walls as dolls and playthings, but he supposes she’s not exactly harming anyone. And honestly she could hold on tighter to a few of them to prevent them from escaping in his opinion. 

But he’s here to spend time with his new ghostly Aunt, not judge her, so he’s going to get the whole tour! Secret tunnels you say? Oh, a graveyard, inside your walls? That’s amazing! Isolation ward? Ah, where the naughty dolls go, makes sense! 

Well of course he wants to see it, lead the way! 

[hijinxinprogress]

Coffee addict Never sleeps Tim drake ❌ 

Solving cases in his sleep off 87 energy drinks Tim Drake ✅

The coffee addict never sleeps perpetually tired Tim Drake thing is a widely accepted headcanon however that was elementary school tim but after he stayed up for a week straight subsisting entirely on coffee to decipher the bat weekly patrol schedule and how it aligns with rogue attacks/Arkham breakouts, he crashed then when he woke up it was fucking wednesday so he missed his chance to commemorate his discovery with pictures of Robin and he decided that shit would never happen again and made himself an ‘efficient’ sleep schedule so he could run around doing fuck shit, add to his robin shrine, and stay on honor roll bc he was even more pissed to see the gotham gazette had pictures of Robin with an on site interview credited to Vicki Vale (listen bowl cut tim had a one sided beef with vicki vale that included tim judging who gets better pics of the bats but she isn’t even aware that she’s competing with a whole ass child 😭 he’s sitting at the table with a mug of orange juice and looks at the newspaper snorts and goes ‘fucking amateur I could do better’) 

Regularly unsupervised tiny businessman in training Tim ‘Ten hours of uninterrupted sleep?? That’s so inefficient not to mention fucking stupid’ Drake is so pissed he missed getting shots of Robin dropkicking a rogue from 6 six stories up (for absolutely no reason dick just thinks it’s fun) that he just takes at least 3 hour naps every eight hours 😭 he refuses to spend almost half a day sleeping ‘for no reason when he could be doing something productive’ 

And he still does this as a bat but it’s just easier to tell if he didn’t take his nap bc he has less than zero impulse control and he’s just fucking done with everything like the gcpd is terrified bc tim’s saying shit like ‘This guys a fucking moron, I could’ve done this in half the time without killing anyone fucking loser doesn’t he know if you keep them alive you can prolong the torture?’ and ‘you’re like all hysterical and for what 🤨 ‘you blew up 83% of Bristol waah’ stfu and fucking rebuild it?? It’s only rich mfs that live there, it’s just a matter of them opening their fucking wallets’ once a new recruit made the mistake of asking if robin had adult supervision regularly and Tim responded with ‘well if you’re gonna snitch to cps like a little bitch then yeah’ and that cop did snitch so tim fucking doxxed him

Yj has just accepted that sometimes they will find tim in an air vent, on the roof, in one of their closets, or something just fucking knocked out then an alarm will go off and he’ll just get up like nothing happened but for the first couple of months they were probably concerned bc ‘I’ve never seen you sleep?? wtf are you on man’ and Tim’s confused bc ‘I slept next to you this morning wdym??’ and that’s how yj discovers tim sleeps with his eyes open

But one of the worst things about Tim’s ‘time efficient sleep schedule’ nonsense is that it fucking works he’s one of the most well rested and coherent bats even after back to back Arkham breakouts however the absolute worst thing about his sleep schedule is the likelihood of going into the cave and seeing tim staring in a daze but wide eyed yet somehow never blinking at the batcomputer with 57 tabs open on top of being unresponsive and thinking he has a fucking concussion or he’s been replaced but he’s just doing case work while muttering nonsense in his fucking sleep for some reason

[icepopstar5105us]

Fingers were running through Nico’s hair as some trashy tv drama ran in the background. His head was resting on something warm and soft. A couple rooms away, Nico could hear Harley’s crazed rambling - Clearly talking to one of her hallucinations. He opened his eyes to see he was laying on a couch with his head in Ivy’s lap. There were plants surrounding the room, a coffee table in front of the couch, and an old box TV resting against the wall.

“Morning.” Ivy greeted.

“You drugged me. Rude.” Nico complained, but made no move to get off of her lap.

“I know, hun. I’m sorry, but we couldn’t leave you there after that.” Ivy said, “Harley’s making breakfast - you like scrambled eggs, right? We’ll get McDonald’s for lunch and you can pick out a dessert for dinner, okay?”

“Okay.” Nico mumbled, “Fine. I accept your bribe.”

Ivy laughed a little and continued running fingers through his hair. They both turned their attention to the TV and watched in comfortable silence. After a few minutes, the predictable plot twist struck and the credits rolled - leaving the show on a horrible cliffhanger.

“Alrighty!” Harley walked in carrying two plates and balancing one on her head. She put two plates on the coffee table and then kept the one on her head, “Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey!” She paused - glancing at the two of them, “Aw. . . look at you two. All cuddly and cute.”

Nico huffed and sat up - scooting closer to Ivy to make space. Harley plopped down into the spot and she handed Nico and Ivy forks.

“Thanks.” Nico mumbled.

“No problem, darling.” Harley said happily.

As he ate, Nico grabbed the remote from the coffee table and switched through the channels. He paused when he saw his face.

“-may not recognize this patient. Nico Di Angelo is the youngest patient in Arkham and responsible for the death of founding League Member, Wonder Woman. While he is powerful and dangerous, authorities believe he did not leave the Asylum willingly. Reportedly, Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn were responsible for his kidnapping. . .”

“Damn right, we are!” Harley cheered.

“Language.” Ivy flicked an egg at her.

“Hey, they can’t punish me for getting kidnapped, right?” Nico perked up.

“Course not.” Harley said cheerfully.

“Oh. Huh. Maybe you should kidnap me more often.” Nico joked.

“We will.” Ivy promised.

“Wait, no. I was kidding.” Nico nearly fumbled his plate, but managed to set it on the table, “Look, this is- I love you guys, but we cannot make this a thing. I- I don’t want to cause any trouble. . . or get into more trouble or deal with whatever trouble finds me.”

“Honey, I’m sorry, but you killed a hero.” Ivy deadpanned, “You dug yourself into a pretty deep hole, so grow from it before it becomes your grave.”

“That’s not as motivating as you think it is. Death really stops being so scary when you’ve seen him faceplant into dog shit.” Nico grumbled, “And the Underworld is awesome. It’s peaceful. Life is chaotic and awful. People are awful and. . . I just want to close my eyes and plug my ears. Watch from the shadows and let the world pass me by. This isn’t even my time.” His voice cracked, “I should have died with my mom. I should never have left that casino. I should have let them kill me once Hazel was g-“

“Then pretend they did.” Harley shrugged.

“Harley, if you’re about to walk me through some cheesy BS about how much things would suck if I had died, save your breath.”

“What? No.” Harley snorted, “You killed a superhero. The world is not better, but the world just kind of sucks in general, so. . . yeah, no.” She leaned back in her seat, “Nah. I mean. . . let the person you were die so you can grieve and move on. You’re a villain now and you’re never not going to be a villain. All other possibilities vanished with Wonder Woman, so don’t bother with what’s dead and gone. Focus on what’s here and now. Be the madboy you are and do whatever you want.”

Nico’s eyes widened.

“Madboy?” Ivy grinned.

“What? He’s too cute to be a man.” Harley grinned.

Nico sniffled.

“Oh no, no, no.” Harley panicked, “That wasn’t - It was a joke. I didn’t-“

“Thank you, Harley.” Nico hugged her, “I needed - I needed that.”

“Oh.” Harley blinked and then her eyed softened, “No problem, Angel.”

Nico smiled as he pulled away, “You know. . . Angel sounds like a pretty great villain name. Anyone take it yet?”

“Nope! All yours.” Ivy grinned, “I checked - thought you might do that.”

“Great.” Nico grinned, “Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, and The Angel. . . Sounds like a pretty great team.”

“Oooh.” Harley perked up, “We should have a team name. Um. . .”

“. . . Due to their unpredictable nature, police have asked that civilians remain wary of Di Angelo. He is described as a wildcard-“

“Oh. That’s perfect.” Nico brightened.

“What?” Ivy asked.

“Wildcards.”

Ivy smirked and Harley cheered.

“I don’t know if I can really just hurt people for no reason, though.” Nico admitted, “Can we focus on the more. . . helpful stuff? Like blowing up abusive jerks or corporations that mess with the environment.”

Ivy laughed, “You want to blow something up?”

“Hey. I surrendered before I could do anything too fun.” Nico grinned, “I just held people down, threw a couple punches, and stabbed someone. No fire, no blowing stuff up. . . My powers made the whole thing a little too boring. So. . . if I’m gonna do this, then I want to blow up something at least once.”

“Well, I guess this is kind of your official debut.” Ivy mused, “You had your first fight, but you hadn’t really picked a villain name or anything. We should pick out a good outfit. How about we stop by the Mall in a couple days? Get you whatever you need?”

“Sure.” Nico paused, “We’re gonna steal the stuff, right?”

“Yep!” Harley grinned.

“Then we should avoid the smaller local stores.” Nico said, “Steal from the big shops instead.”

“You want to go into the Robin Hood schtick, huh?” Ivy grinned, “Steal from the rich, give to the poor?”

“I did save the world a couple times.” Nico reminded, “I’d rather not undo all that work by destroying it. Don’t get me wrong, the hero's life is not for me - I could never follow that no-kill rule - but there are lines. Besides, where’s the glory in robbing some little Ma and Pop shop? That’s too easy. Name brands are recognizable and would probably build some street cred, right?”

“Right!” Harley grinned, “You’re a natural!”

“In the industry, we call that having standards.” Ivy told Nico, “Most of the best villains have some. With the exception of a select few - such as the Joker. Having little to no rhyme or reason to what he does is part of his shtick.”

“I hate him.” Nico huffed, “But okay, then. . . Let’s finish eating first.”

[mrmosseater]

hey Tumblr

[wingedqueenlynx]

Oh shit it's valentines day-

uhhhhhhhhhh.... Idk? Here's a sketch I did of Foxy and Riddler the other day for drawing practice.

They kissed and made up lol

[cahmsandiego]

Anyone out there who could recommend some horror ttrpg actual plays (preferably podcasts) with a similar vibe to candela obscura? I have a mighty need.

[to-the-batcomputer]

christ almighty. bruce wayne i don't forgive you for anything (<- girl who just watched utrh voice)

[themyscirah]

Philippus? Wym philippus this is a wholeass other woman?????? She's white?????? Guys come on now

ALSO cursed white Euboea in this same sequence.... homeboy she's Asian please stop

Joe Phillips I'm sorry but this is some shitty ass guest pencilling how can you not know anything abt what these people look like thats literally your job... you also just needed to read the issue before this to know?

Editors should have caught this one these are major Amazon characters

[martyrbat]

the have you read this comic poll but with an option for “yes (unfortunately)”

[misspickman]

Making my brother play arkham asylum which means i just get a front row seat to him calling bruce names for like 90% of the game

[agenderarkham]

What if I exploded rn. I think it’d be good for me personally

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

Batman wishes he could Spider-Man

[bruciemilf]

Bruce doesn’t know when violence stops being violence to him.

When he’s 4 years old, he pushes Oliver Queen off the swings, because it was his turn, and if talking wouldn’t work, this would.

Martha holds his face , gently, when he has to write an apology letter.

“If you want to participate in cruelty, you can’t cry when you become a victim of it.”

He also punched Sophia Falcone for calling Selina an ugly word, and his small fists ache after, but it doesn’t feel wrong.

His mama grins, small but proud, and Alfred makes his favorite tea, and Thomas tells ‘nice shot, babe’ while gently wrapping up his bleeding knuckles.

He remembers Oswald Cobblepot coming over, seeing him, and handing him ten bucks while cackling.

Gotham teaches him young.

They were out, — Thomas never lets Alfred leave home without him, not even for trivial little things like grocery shopping. And where his father goes, Bruce goes, tied to his hip like an extra limb.

There’s a man, — and he’s holding his wife by the hair. Bruce knows because he can see their rings glowing in the grey sunshine. They’re like Alfie’s rings.

She has bruises on her face, and her neck, and he’s scared for her. Thomas gently puts him down, and Bruce asks if he’ll call Mr. Policeman Gordon.

And Thomas unlocks his wristwatch, slides it over to his knuckles.

“This is how Waynes do things.”

Alfred tries to take Bruce awayand Uncle Oz stops him. When he watches Thomas punches and stomps on that man’s face until his legs stop twitching, he understands.

As Batman, Penguin hands him a 10 dollar bill, still wet with blood, when Bruce takes him to Arkham.

“Your daddy didn’t need a mask. “

[terrestrialnoob]

Harley crawled into the apartment. It was organized, but it looked like the occupant didn't have a lot of time for cleaning. She walked softly through it, taking it in. There were photos of her target and what had to be her family, but no friends or romantic partners. Some had a pair of older adults, matching traits meant bio-parents. More of the photos were of the target and a younger boy - a little brother, the highest likelihood of becoming another target if things go bad.

Harley continued forward, following the light to where her target was. She stood in the doorway, looking in.

Dr. Jasmine Fenton, Arkham Asylum's newest psychologist, just got her degree and everything. She did what most newbies do, actually thinking she could get through to the Joker. Harley didn't want to say it was impossible, but everyone who tried ended up in a new job or dead. Harley would try and make sure it was the former and not the later.

Harley watched as the redhead read over a file as she ate from a takeout box. She didn't want to scare the girl, yet. The scaring her away from Joker came later. So, she had to wait for the perfect moment to-

"I know you're there." Jasmine didn't look up from her file, but held out the last box of Chinese food in Harley's direction. "There's plenty if you want some."

"Awe, you ruined the surprise." Harley walked out of the shadows of the hallway into the girl's home office. She snatched the offered box of food and took a few bites as she jumped to sit on the desk.

"I'm hard to sneak up on." Jasmine said, closing her file and finally looking at Harley. "So, Dr. Quinzel, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit this evening?"

"Oh, call me Harley!" She laughed, she wasn't called Dr. all that often any more. She tapped her chop sticks on the file Jasmine just closed. "I thought you'd like a consult on your new patient, Dr. Fenton. I've got a lot of experience with him."

"I prefer to go by Jazz." She said with a smile, "While I appreciate the offer, I'd like to see how far I can get on my own. And, sorry, but I'm pretty sure your license was revoked."

Harley nodded as she swallowed to get the noodles out of her mouth. "I get it! You're new, fresh outta school, gotta prove yourself. But Joker ain't the guy to do that with. He eats people like us for breakfast, and in all the years he's been in Arkham, no one's been able to get anywhere with him."

Jazz sighed, "I don't like to believe people are lost causes. There's always something we can do to help."

"You can't help everyone, especially when they don't want it. And it's not just a question if whether or not he can be saved or whatever." Harley set down the now empty box, Jazz pointed to another one that still had food in it, but Harley declined. "If you keep it up, he'll think you're worth his time to torment. There's no telling what he'll do when he inevitably gets himself out again."

"I'll be fine." Jazz said, but Harley had to cut her off before she said something stupid.

"It's not just you! You've got family out there he can target, your parents. Your Brother! Anyone you date will become a target! He'll do everything in his power to make your life miserable!"

Jazz chuckled. "If he wants to target my family, his funeral. My parents are - were supervillains. They've really only become less- well, hyper-focused on eradicating an entire race of being- in the past few years. And my brother - I'm pretty sure he's conditionally immortal. So that's nothing to worry about."

"If it's conditional, Joker will find a way around it." Harley said, but she had to admit, this might have been an unnecessary trip. "You sure y'ain't got nothing to worry about? What about you? How conditional is your mortality?"

Jazz smiled. Her mouth seemed too wide and with too many teeth. "Oh, I am nowhere near immortal. But..."

She stood up and the room was suddenly a black void. Toxic green eyes and mouths filled with glowing white teeth opened around them. "I doubt anyone could get close enough to test it."

The room was suddenly back to normal, but whatever that thing was was still there. Harley could see its eyes watching her with amusement from inside Jazz's oversized cardigan.

"Well, I guess this really was a wasted trip. You've clearly got it covered."

"Not entirely." Jazz said, her hand wend up to her neck to rub nervously, "Well, you see... I don't really have a lot of friends. People tend to get - uh, creeped out, you know? Or chased off by my parents or brother or whatever..."

"You wanna be friends?" Harley laughed so hard she almost fell over.

Jazz's face turned bright red and the shadow eyes looked way less amused. "Yeah, stupid question. You've clearly got your own things going on."

"No! No, no." Harley had to take several deep breaths before she could look Jazz in the face again. "I 100% wanna hang out with you!"

"Really?"

"Oh yeah." She took another deep breath, "I mean, I really should have made a support system before trying to take on the Joker back when I worked for Arkham. This" she pointed between them "can only end well."

Jazz's face turned brighter than the sun. "Oh my gosh! This is amazing! We should - I have Thursday's and weekends off - What - what kind of things should we-"

Oh man, Jazz was like an excited kid. She must have had a really lonely childhood... they can psychoanalyze each other later. "Come over for girl's night next week. I'll tell my gf and bff to expect an extra person... Does the-" she motioned to the cardigan creature "-go everywhere you go? Does it need food?"

"Oh, don't worry about Jet, they only eat who I tell them to."

Harley barked out more laughter. "You're going to fit right in!"

Now featuring a Part 2

[savanir]

DP x DC prompt [3]

during one of the final psych evals at Arkham right before he gets to be released, the whole thing wrapped up so tidy, just a little relapse which involved a robbery. Getting sent back to Arkham, but he got to stay at the asylum so long that he no longer has to serve a prison sentence, score!

But during that eval his overseeing psychiatrist recommended him to have a change of scenery, some fresh non polluted air.

Riddler was rather convinced the guy was making this recommendation to everyone in Arkham in their own weird way to convince them to just leave Gotham and become someone else's problem. should he notify Batman about it somehow? nah, it’ll be more interesting to see how this is gonna turn out in the long run.

But can he leave the state? Can he even leave the city? he never really bothered to look into it, at least not legally, up until now if he felt he needed to leave for one of his plans he just did it.

Turns out he can, it’s a whole hassle and a half though, first a judge and then a probation officer and he’s pretty sure both were like “what the hell is this psychiatrist guy thinking!?” but at the same time, shrink probably knows what he’s doing (WRONG) so he’s allowed to go visit out of state family or whatever.

he had to wear this nice ankle monitor though, Wayne Enterprises™ tech, not overly bulky but still very present. real fancy, and a fun extra challenge heh.

now as for a good reason to leave New Jersey he’s going to need distant relatives, and he finds some, great grandpa walker also has a son, who had a son who had a daughter Madeline, who married some guy Jack Fenton, and she lives somewhere out in the boonies Illinois. great he’ll visit her.

far enough away in all sense of the word that there is no way she knows anything about him. it would be best to call her first though, be polite about it.

“hello, you have reached Fenton works, this is Maddie speaking” 

“Riddle me this-” ah whoops, habit, oh whatever, “we don’t share parents, but certainly a part of your life, from laughter to strife. Who am I?”

there is a pause …  he’s going to be a bit disappointed if she hangs up if he’s honest.

“cousins~” comes the cheery reply.

“correct! the name is Edward Nygma, we are distantly related you and I and well-”

“oh you simply must come visit!” 

well this was rather easy, perhaps a little too easy, but she lives in the midwest so maybe just going with whatever some guy says over the phone is normal there? stranger danger not really a thing in a small town where everyone knows everyone?

things start to make a little more sense once he gets there and he’s starting to think some things might run in the family. like a preference for the colour green and weird hyperfixations and genius bordering on insanity. Though that remains to be seen, Jack does not seem like a very bright light after his very enthusiastic welcome.

their kids however are observant and sharp. young Jasmine is wasting no time trying to psychoanalyze him. and the boy, Danny, he had not really meant to and he swears he’s sticking with calling the kid Danny so he wouldn’t seem overly familiar, but he might have called him little bird a couple times now.

but that’s all whatever, he’s playing nice here. and he doesn’t even have to worry about his eccentricities tripping him up because this place is insane.

There actually is a local teen vigilante active but he seems about as loved as he’s disliked. and the ghost boy’s enemies are basically all his own kind, which another crazy thing to now know about. ghost. they are real actually, how is Gotham not completely overrun? and how do they even work? and where do they keep coming from?

Edward might be getting a little sidetracked here. He had fully intended to sneakily get his next big game plan underway all the way out here, ankle monitor be damned. but he hasn’t made any progress at all.

Instead he’s been listening to Madeline and Jack to maybe figure out what the deal is with these ectoplasmic entities, he has to know, at this point he might go crazier if he doesn’t. 

He’s making Jasmine promise him not to get her doctorate in Gotham, he’s going back and forth with space riddles with Danny.

so yeah the whole thing kinda just became a vacation, maybe the psychiatrist had the right idea after all? hmm nah, probably not. but this is fun. He’s thinking about recommending this place to some of the others.

It's different enough to get the vacation feel, but enough crazy shit happens to make it all feel like home.

it is not until Maddie wants to talk with him about potentially switching the position of godfather of Danny to him rather than some weird rich friend of theirs that Edward realizes he might have lost the plot somewhere

Apparently the little bird basically begged them with a powerpoint presentation on how he likes Edward so much more than that Vladimir guy. 

And honestly, the fellow sounds like a Dracula Lutho so even if it’s kinda sad Edward can understand why he’d be considered a better option. Even if the guy has more money and a huge company that makes him said money. And it’s not like the Fentons know about his Riddler activities.

Thinking it over, Edward does think that Danny would like Gotham and Wayne has that space program thing right? The kid is definitely smart enough for that (Nygma certified), and yeah Edward does quite like their space themed back and forth. So, fuck it, why not, what is the worst that could happen?

He doubts Maddie and Jack are gonna kick it any time soon anyway out here in the boonies, it’s just a title thing, a stamp of approval or something.

he should have known he was going to eat those words later… he had this whole beautifully elaborate trap set up for the whole Batclan, and he was just getting to the good part when his phone went off.

Had to put the whole thing on pause cause that particular contact wasn’t gonna get ignored. He did promise to be available.

If the whole thing he had planned now went tits up he could at the very least laugh later at the reactions of the bats as he told them to “hold up one second, I have to take this.” while they were all in various perilous positions. 

Sadly he did have to go, he had a very distressed godson to pick up.