#Gotham City Verse

[leesbian42-rp]

Open RP

Saga - a young child with pale sunburned skin, very long platinum blonde hair and the brightest blue eyes, wearing a yellow 70s hippie dress - sat on the floor of her Dad's car, an old red one she didn't know the name of.

She pressed against the old weathered leather seats and hid as much as she could from the explosions and gunshots ringing from the outside. Her Dad had left to find something to eat a while ago, probably dumpster diving or pickpocketing, and he had yet to return. Saga hoped he was out of harms way, as well as anyone could living in Gotham City.

(She missed her home country, in times as these. The government and Authority had been the reason of her mother's passing, and the eviction of their tiny house in Falun. But she hadn't needed to worry about the violent fights as these there, hadn't needed to worry about her Dad getting in the crossfire or exploding alive. Barely had she needed to worry much about goons in general.)

Saga looked up through the windows again, fire casting orange shadows across the buildings across the street, hoping her Dad would hurry back so they could leave this city already. Or at least this part of it. She tugged her knees closer to her chest, hugging herself tightly as she listened to the quickly approaching fight outside.

She'd give Dad a few more minutes before she'd drive away from here herself, despite her being far too small for such a thing. Maybe they could try Metropolis or Fawcett next time? She thought that was the name of the cities at least... Or just some normal city for once!

She hugged herself tighter, covering her ears as the sounds got louder, tears threatening to fall as all she could only think was:

Where is Dad?! Dad, come onnn hurry!!!

Where is he???????

Dad, where are you? Come back! I want my dad, I want my dad, I want my dad-

Jag vill ha min mamma- I want my mommy!!

[bitterrobin]

Can you tell I get really into documenting my hc/au?

I love breaking down characters like this bc it does make it easier to conform my hc with canon without making everything super ooc. Seriously, ask my my hyper specific version of events Willis went through that led up to Jason believing Lady Shiva could've been his bio mom or how Damian's hair was kept shaved a lot during his time in training and now that's he's in Gotham he's able to lather it in mhairgel but also is super unsure about how he looks because he missed his handmaiden Layla. Or why I think Bette and Martha having gap teeth is super important and Tom having colder blue eyes marks a difference in his overall attitude from his dad while also leaning into the feline silver eyes in some his Wildcat-jaguar form art.

[runyou-clever-boy]

@grindelwald-fanatic

The Political Prisoners were people who were arrested by Hugo Strange for knowing too much about Arkham City or for being a danger to his plans. Some people became Political Prisoners because they objected to the idea of Arkham City, while others got themselves deliberately thrown in the prison city to uncover more about it, such as Jack Ryder.  Unfortunately Zacharias Smith was one such prisoners, whereby he was getting beaten half to death.

[byanyan]

ㅤㅤ" —hold up. "ㅤbig, dramatic arm gestures are what greet otis as he clambers up onto the rooftop, byan visibly recalibrating as they process what they've just witnessed.ㅤ" no way. there's no way. you jus' learned a couple fancy moves, that's all, right? there ain't no way you know how t' do parkour, i refuse t' believe it! "

⋆:°* ♡ @ratwhsprs ⋆·˚ ༘ * no pressure one-liner call.

[the-multiversal-shrink]

From: Ace -

[ hey. Heads up, I’m coming 2 town. ]

…

[Also I’m unemployed. U mind if i crash @ urs? ]

( @the-one-and-only-ruination )

[rescuefield-arch1]

my approach to other fandoms is claire is there and holds your muse's hand when shit gets bad

[sweetcanary8900]

I would love to see this duo in the new DCU.

[v011d]

@frostise continued from here.

❛Are you trying to make me blush because it's working?❜ His hands grapple around her waist for stability as he stumbles backwards when she pushes him up against the brick wall of a dimly lit alleyway. His apartment is less than ten minutes away, and he could teleport into his living room in a couple of seconds at most, but it appears she could not wait that long before kissing him heatedly ❛ You are beautiful, mon cheri. ❜ His compliment is slightly breathless from the amount of kisses she places upon his lips and he pulls her closer just to admire her further. ❛ I swear you get more beautiful every time I see you. I love your hair and the way it seems to glow in the moonlight like a sea of twinkling stars.  ❜ 

[horrorexpo]

PAMELA ISLEY.

villain/meta-human. 35. canon-divergent.

VERSE: Gotham City.

VERSE: Botanist Au.

[therapardalis]

New Verse/AU - DC/Gotham City.

From what I've read, Gotham City is in New Jersey, off the coast at Delaware Bay.

Thera arrives in Gotham as a visitor, intending to visit the Gotham Museum of Antiquities for a special exhibition. She also plans to call in at the Museum of Natural History, and in either case her credentials might well get her in behind the scenes.

She has been there before, investigating a 'giant, bipedal crocodile', and had a brief, passing acquaintance with GCPD and their forensics division.

She sets herself up in a vintage rental apartment in Old Gotham, not too far from the Museums - although she arrives during the day, and doesn't realise/remember just how dark and creepy the city can get until nightfall!

Not that this is going to stop her going wherever she likes.

And of course it's always likely possible that she's going to end up mixed up in something freaky along the way.

[geaesaekki]

               @clemencetaught sent :

“I’ll be taking that.” Stepping out of the shadows, the Black Knight motions to the file in the CEO’s hand. Sure, he could leave this case to her; it’s not like she’d let the facts get twisted anymore than they already have been, but when has doing things the ‘right’ way gotten the people anywhere? At this point, there’s no reason to place faith in the system. He pops his rapier out of its sheath. “Better off not poking your nose into this one, Devora Song.” ( annnd now i'm coming from patrick's blog for devrick in her modern verse....time for an✨ alliance ✨ )

The folder is snapped out of her fingers. How rude. The man facing her in the shadows is unexpected : the Black Knight, at such a place, at such a time of the night, he must be keeping an eye on her. The alley is dark and empty, only the distant noise of the cars and sirens echoing in the heart of the city. It causes Devora to shove her hands down her trench coat, eyebrow raised in skepticism, lip bitten in annoyance. "Haven't your mother taught you it's impolite to take what is not yours?" Devora understands however, the importance of what she has freshly gotten her hands on, a marvelous story incoming for the Chosun Ilbo, a highlight in her career if only he would just give it back. "Quite Naive of you to believe this might be my only copy or that I did not memorize every single line - just in the case - to make sure I will be the one to break the story. " Of course she is bluffing but her outstanding confidence, cunt and refusal to jump and snatch the folder back might do the trick. Negociations. "You do realize it's only a matter of time before the ratchet news grab the crumbs that are already out there and twist it all into a dumpster mess of misunformation and twisted facts. It will come out, better be in the Ilbo don't you think. My team and I have proved our integrity before - I would have thought after our many encounters you know would we do it Right. Leave it to me and I give you my word."

[byanyan]

✧

send �� & i'll bold all that apply to your museㅤㅤ∘ ˚ ( accepting )

bold is a definite. italics is a maybe/sometimes/depends on the situation.

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧ I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧ I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

[bcneheaded]

💬🥀 — There's screaming... just around the corner there, just beyond this alleyway. Somewhere near the location of Artemis' shop, but far enough away to make the lesser demonic and shadow entities feel a little too brave, perhaps. To make the scouting goons of the demon's rival, a vampire lord, feel a little too at ease.

" 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎. " Comes a hoarse whisper; voice low as though murmuring a secret. A strangled whimper, and then something wet spattering to the ground. Whatever it was wasn't human, at least. But did that truly make the pain inflicted any better?

Rounding the corner, one would see the suited demon standing within the empty, narrow street, holding aloft an inky black imp-like demon in his gloved hand... Black tendrils wrapped around the smaller entity's throat, face, and arms... squeezing. slowly burning it with infernally heated tar. He was torturing it. playing with his food, so to speak. "𝙸 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑." Artemis' voice rings out in a hushed tone, words still level but scathing; biting; sharp within the undertones. He hated this creature. Hated it's kind. Hated his kind... hated them... 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌. There's a squelching noise-- black tendrils of tar wringing the creature hard enough squeeze out a strained gargle of pain-- and then there sound of something pouring to the ground. A heavy thump moments later.... and a sigh. Yellow pin-pricks of light stare in disgust at the crushed form of the demon at his feet, it's fetid blood trickling down the pavement-- threatening to soil the elder demon's pristine wingtip shoes.

And then he turns his sharp gaze slowly to meet that of the onlooker, seemingly hiding by the wall in the shadows. He says nothing, for now. He simply stares.

[the-multiversal-shrink]

What's uppppppppp?

@thatpeterbparker

Hello, Mr. Parker, how’ve you been?

[elencr]

´ ･ .  ✶ ━━      " not exactly my moto. " ellie has really seen it all. from killer clowns , to a person dressed as a giant bat. to even someone made out entirely of clay , elenore thought the surprises would stop , but to her surprise , they wouldn't. ellie hadn't exactly seen a vampire before. she thought they would look something along the lines of those in tv , but clearly not. she didn't know whether or not a vampire visiting her bakery was the punch line to a bad joke , but she did try her best to be accommodating. " you wanting to order ? or just give me advice like a badly written horoscope ? "

╰   ––––––– ✧   @abominum   :      asked      ❨        ❛ an eye for an eye. a tooth for a tooth. a knife for the ribs. ❜           ❩˙

[v011d]

13. to do list

A  PEAK  AT  WHAT’S  INSIDE  THEIR 13. to do list. / ACCEPTING.

Make coffee

Cook breakfast.

Send voice note to Louise

Buy fresh fruit for Regis.

Clean altar

Water plants

Restock alcohol in bar.

@frostise