#crime family au

[bajingoarts]

Bloody Hearts Crime Family AU

Basil goes undercover to infiltrate the notorious Ratigan Crime Family. AKA the Bloody Hearts.

Who knew their leader was so damn handsome though...;)

Commission for @suzie-guru

[taming-bats]

Batfam Crime Family Breakdown

I made a Crime Family au for a OC fic I'm writing, but the dynamics were too interesting to pass up diving into.

So, I present to you the Mask Family! #1 Crime monopoly in Gotham. Descriptions for Alfred, Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian are under the cut!

Bruce - AKA Black Mask. Head of the Crime family, and basically king of Gotham. After his parents were killed when he was a young boy and was handed a multi-million dollar company at the age of 9, he had focused on a sense of control. He sees Gotham/Gothamites like they can’t help it, and simply don’t know any better. He will know better for them. Other people might have similar backgrounds or share his feelings on the idea of protecting the city from itself, bu no one has the resources he does, nor the determination to do something. 

He created the alias of the Black Mask and infiltrated every underground and back alley system until he runs them all. Bruce Wayne and Black Mask basically are the monopoly of night and day in Gotham. You can’t go anywhere without seeing their influence. He’s brutal when it comes to insubordination or even the hint of mutiny. Truly thinks he’s doing the right thing to keep crime as low as possible. Think’s he is doing what he can to protect his family and his city. He’s softened over the years due to his family, and because he’s grown his network where he never has to get his hands dirty unless he wants to. Loves his kids dearly though is tough on them when it comes to the family business. 

“Mr. Wayne! Could you give us a comment on the recent movements of the Black Mask? Does it pain you to share your city with such a ruthless man?”

Bruce Wayne gives a smile, that tight, pained one he gives whenever reports ask about the Crime Lord. The media eats it up. No matter what he says, they read into his expression and think it must be heartbreaking for him to know not even he could touch the King of Gotham.

Alfred - AKA Agent Alpha. Like canon, he follows Bruce down the path he takes. In the first couple years of Bruce’s building of the Mask, he voiced his concerns about Bruce’s methods. However, having been trained in special ops himself, he understood that while some situations required a skilled hand, others required a boot to the neck. He adapted and became the guiding hand Bruce needed, and is still Bruce’s number one confidant and ally. 

“Black Mask? Black Mask!” the comm had crackled dead in Alfred ear. He huffs and pushes himself up out of the chair. That boy was going to get himself killed in this mission of his. Drug dealers and gang members- What would Martha and Thomas think if they could see the two of them now? 

Alfred does not let himself linger long on the thought as he grabs the keys and his own version of the Mask. No matter his hesitance at the start, he knew that there was no stopping Bruce now that he has his mind to it. He would save this city or die trying. He grabs his shotgun off the wall. 

Dick - (24) AKA Blue Mask. First to come into the Mask family. His story here is the same for the most part. Some mob tried to take control of the circus- since it's traveling it's not technically in Black Mask’s territory. They are wrong <3. Feeling responsible for not having enough control to prevent the Grayson murders, Bruce Wayne fosters and adopts Dick Grasyon. However, Bruce in this iteration is more open with sharing his secret with Dick as he sees himself in the young boy. He invites Dick to join his crusade to help the city, and let’s Dick be the one to pull the trigger against the men who killed his family. It’s cathartic for the both of them, and a very cementing bonding experience. Dick is Bruce’s shadow for most of his young life, seeing Bruce in his most brutal/hands on years. At some point, Dick “graduates” to having a Mask of his own, and is now Blue Mask. 

Dick stays in Gotham in this au. Dick is the eldest of the Mask family and loves his growing family dearly. He learned quickly about the lengths one should go to to protect the ones they love. To him, all of his siblings are the same age as when they entered the house. They are his babies and he will murder for them. He is Bruce’s number one informant.

“There you go, little wing! Hold it just like that and keep your shoulders back. When you feel ready, pull the trigger.” His hands give an encouraging squeeze to his brother's shoulders before taking a step back. He watches as Jason takes a breath and pulls the trigger. He catches him with a laugh when the kickback jolts his small frame. “Good job! That looked like a headshot to me, you're a natural!” Jason looked up at him with shining eyes, and Dick looked back with all the pride in the world. “Let’s show Bruce.”

Jason -  (19)  AKA Red Mask. Bruce found him on the streets when he was young- Yes, he was stealing from THE Black Mask and yes, Jason fought with a tire iron and claws to get away from him at the start. Jason thought Black Mask would make an example out of him, show that even kids weren’t an exception in Gotham. But Bruce took one look at the small, malnourished but resilient boy and fell in love with him. Jason, to Bruce, represents all the kids that he was too late to save. But he could save Jason. Bruce brought him home and exposed his secret immediately, as if Jason was already his son. The reasons Jason stayed were years behind them now, and he’s proven himself time and time again to be Bruce’s perfect foot soldier. He trained under Dick and Bruce and was rewarded with the title and role of a Mask much younger than Dick. 

Jason and Bruce had a big fight when he was 16 (probably having to do with who would be inheriting the Black Mask role in the future) in which Jason ran away. Knowing all of Black Masks tricks, he’s able to stay under the radar for a little bit less than a year. It breaks Bruce’s heart and infuriates him. He misses his son and is spiraling at the lack of control and is forced to conclude that he’s going to have to punish Jason if/when he finds him. Which he does, but more on that later. At the present day, Bruce and Jason still butt heads in Jason’s attempt to prove that he can be a leader if Bruce just lets him. Bruce is content in keeping the boys in the roles they have for as long as he can. There are many debates on which Mask was the most intimidating, but everyone can agree that you never want Red Mask to be sent after you. 

“I’ll take the lower Eastside-” 

“Good idea.” Black Mask cuts him off, “Blue, you’re with Red tonight.”

“What?” Jason snaps, “No way, I can do it by myself.” Black Mask gives him a look that Jason can decipher even through the unchanging skull mask. This wasn’t the night to start a debate. Jason clicks his teeth, “Fine.” Black Mask gives him a pat on the head as he passes and a burning of embarrassment and fulfillment comes from the approval. He slaps away Blue’s hand when he tries to copy the movement, to which Dick whines with disappointment. 

Tim -  (17) AKA Yellow Mask. When Gotham sees a heavy crack down for a few months, it’s a near complete cut off from the rest of the world. It shows what Black Mask could do, which scares a lot of people. But not Tim Drake. Tim Drake sees the opportunity for what it is. Unlike the rest of the world, who haven't a clue about the why, 10 year old Tim Drake marches up to Wayne Manor and asks to speak to Black Mask himself. Tim, the child, had known about the Mask family identity for a full year. And now Tim, the child, was offering to help Black Mask, the Crime Lord. Because Tim Drake knew where Jason was. Tim had known the entire time (a fact that Tim does not share.) 

(He also doesn’t share the photos. The maps. The red string. He takes his time and eases the family into his presence, and then, into his hobbies.) Tim inserts himself into the Mask Family, brings Jason back, and simply stays. Jason and he have some tension because of this. Tim is happy staying in the shadows of the operation because it gives him a purpose behind all his odd interests and gives him challenges to grow from. He kinda gets the Mask title against his will but secretly is over the moon about it. He wants to be useful. He becomes Wayne Enterprises Co-CEO, and is Bruce’s eyes and ears. 

“That's Debbie. She’s the head accountant on the Relay case, 5th floor.” Bruce nods to Tim’s words and Tim pretends not to preen at the knowledge that someone was listening to him. Bruce gives a hum and an ever-so-slight gesture to a man across the room with his glass of scotch. “Oh, Walter. He’s been skimming funds off his department budget for 5 months now. 14th floor.” Bruce raises an eyebrow and looks at him. “He’ll get cocky soon. See the watch? He bought it this week. That's nothing compared to what his internet history suggests.” 

Damian - (12) AKA Green Mask. There’s not much to change here. Damian came into Bruce’s life at 8, already trained to kill. Something of a gift from the al Gul’s. Damian is just as brutal as Bruce was in his early years, but Bruce focuses on helping Damian be a child again. All Bruce wants is to be close with his son, much to Damian’s early protests. Bruce is terrible about spoiling Damian and letting him get away with things because Damian is the baby of the family. Because of this, Damian is Bruce’s trigger. Especially for the jobs that have to be done swiftly and quietly. 

Damian realizes that there is more to learn then ways to kill, and learns from Dick about the ways of manipulation, how to present oneself to get what you want. With this, Damian often acts younger than he is to appear innocent and lovable. He tried to kill each one of Bruce’s kids at least once when he first came into the house, but after several impressive retaliations, Damian has seen their strength and recognizes how much he can learn from them. The caring nicknames and affectionate hugs were things that he pretends to only tolerate, but he becomes insufferable if he doesn’t receive affection from them. 

“But Father, you promised!” Damian stamps his foot, letting the echo of the cave give the action more grandiose than it actually felt. Bruce responds to his childish outbursts more than his calculative reasoning. 

Bruce sighs, kneeling down and cupping Damian’s face with gentle hands, “Yes, I know, Dami. But that was before you handcuffed Tim to the stairway railing for three hours.” 

Damian crosses his arms and sets a pout to his lips, “He could have gotten out of them if he wanted to,” He mumbles. 

“That is not the point and you know that, darling.”

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Bonus:

Damian texting at 1am after not receiving a single pat on the head from his brothers all day: inshallah you will wake in the depths of nightmares most vile

Dick a millisecond later: bb bat wdym?? :(

[bittyfromquotev]

You…You’re here, too?

It’s Sunburst of the CFAU! He is Evil/Dark Sun. BOY does he have trauma.

I made the title of this what it is because I have had ideas circulating in my brain about canon TSAMS Moon coming to the CFAU to figure out why it survived Ruin’s thing because the Creator in this dimension is still alive. He thinks it’s Sun he meets but quickly learns otherwise.

Idk man just ideas

[newtonsheffield]

Kate Sharma and Anthony Bridgerton in Hard Time by newtonsheffield (Moomin_94)

Anthony bit back a sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose, ignoring the pounding in his head as he leaned back, “They’ve been encroaching on our territory for months now, theirs as well. They’ll want to do something about it, and we should get in on that. Set up the meeting.”

A rumble went up around the room and he knew what they were thinking, the whispers, the rumours about who had been seen sprinting off into the night as Edmund Bridgerton’s body fell to the floor of that alley. The night that had changed his entire life and sat him behind this table when he’d been just eighteen. But he tried not to think about it, especially not as he headed to meet the man whose daughter he’d been so ready to run away with the next morning. The girl he’d left sitting at a train station with no explanation, blocked her phone number and tried never to think of again.

He made his way up the stairs, rolling his eyes to the men flanking the door as they patted him down, taking the gun from him with a sharp, “You can have this back when you’ve seen the boss.”

He nodded, anxiety churning in his stomach as let him pass into the corridor. He’d thought about this so many times. What it would be like to face Tharman Sharma now, when the man sat with his father’s blood staining his hands and his broken heart still belonged to the man’s daughter. He wondered if he’d known. If that was why his father had died and as the door opened he wasn’t ready to know. And the second he stepped inside, he realised he!d been wrong. He wasn’t ready for this.

Tharman Sharma wasn’t sitting behind the desk, but his daughter was. Kate Sharma was still the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, even more beautiful than the night she’d turned eighteen and they’d snuck out and met at a hotel. Her hair was longer than it had been, thick and dark and curling over her shoulders, her lit cigarette between her fingers and her voice echoed in his head before she spoke, You and me forever right?

Her lips curved in that slow smirk that had sent him wild then, “Anty, this is a surprise, it’s been a long time.”

He could barely choke out the words against his old nickname and the fact that his heart had been pulled out of his chest and he was bleeding all over the floor. “I didn’t realise you were - I thought your father -“

“Oh, No.” she clicked her tongue, and he saw that the smirk she wore didn’t reach her eyes at all. “Lung cancer got him a while ago.” She gestured to the cigarette glibly, “And I know, I said I’d never become my father, but you became yours and I thought: What the hell?”

This was the last thing Anthony wanted, to hurt her again. To fall into bed with her every time they met as though they couldn’t help it. But he needed her, he needed the protection her family could give his, and he wanted her much more than he cared to admit. But he hadn’t known she had been keeping secrets as well. Didn’t know until the bedsheets were rumpled in her home and a tiny boy came flying through the front door as he was leaving, a nanny toddling in behind him. Mummy! I’m back! And as soon as the boys eyes met his, his life changed again.

For @jeanvanjer

[skeletorswaifu]

WOLFSTAR AU.

Summary- Remus Lupin is a Mafia hit man who wants out. His last job is to eliminate the Black family heir.

(word count unknown)

(very short though, promise!)

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Remus works for the notorious Mafia boss Grayback. He wants out, but to do so he needs to finish one last job.

Kill the Heir to a rival family, The Blacks.

He shows up to the Gala looking for a clean cut man trying to prove himself to his family. Someone sophisticated, someone who will have his own goons protecting him.

He hears the voice of a nearby man, lanky and tall, covered in tattoos, seemingly uncomfortable in the suit he was wearing.

"of course Mr. Black."

"Thank you Crouch, be quick."

Remus eyed the man at the table in front of him. He's younger than Remus assumed he would be. Short curls falling into his cold observing eyes, framing his sharp features. He looked exactly like the son of someone dangerous, he had the glint of venom in his stare. At first glance he wasn't intimidating, beautiful and pretentious, but not intimidating. A predator all the same though.

He had one man sitting next to him, not a threat, some old codger, probably a family friend he was forced to suck up to. Another man standing behind him leaning against a pillar, casually drinking a glass of wine and scanning the room.

Remus would have to wait for an opening, perhaps when Black went to the bathroom....otherwise he'd have to find a way to distract or...take care of the guards discreetly.

A silver, slinky dress sunk into the chair next to Remus.

"Ugh, he looks so snooty." The person heaved a long pointed breath, blowing hair from their face. The long black strand flitted hopelessly into the air and back down in the exact same spot.

Remus looked at him wide eyed and confused. "Excuse me?" Honestly, Remus couldn't care less who this person was. He would rather take them behind a pillar and shove his tongue in their mouth. Remus noticed one strap of the dress was slightly off shoulder, draped over a slender collar bone, he felt his mouth water. His fingers twitched with the desire to reach over and fix it.

The angel nodded towards the Black Heir.

"him," He attempted to smooth the dress, crossing his long legs. "He looks exactly like his father when he makes that face," A server passed by offering champagne, he took one gratefully. Remus watched as he slowly sipped the bubbly drink still eyeing the heir. He scoffed and turned his eyes to Remus.

Whoever he was he knew the Black family. Maybe he could use this to his advantage, but it was hard to think of much when two piercing eyes of an angel were sizing you up.

"You're drooling." He took another sip of champagne. An amused smile quirked the corner of his dark wine stained mouth. Remus wasn't supposed to drink on the job but...god, did he want just a taste of those lips.

Remus smiled back, leaning back in his chair attempting to act unbothered. The eyes slowly raked Remus' body, languid and thorough.

"Out of mind numbing boredom, naturally." He drawled, rolling his eyes playfully. He could flirt and still keep an eye on the target. Multitask, he was a damn hit man, if he couldn't do that he should have died a long time ago.

"hmmm," the stranger nodded in agreement. "What are you doing here?" He asked curiously. "You don't...fit. it's distracting." The eyes squinted trying to detect suspicious ticks.

Remus glanced at the table with the heir. He was talking to the guy behind him. He was talking quickly and glaring at Remus' table guest. Something was wrong. Was he found out? How would that even be possible? This stranger, this impossibly gorgeous stranger, were they a target of the Black Family?

Remus cleared his throat. "Work thing." He knew he sounded rude but then again he was busy trying to figure out different scenarios in which he could quickly kill the Black Heir and possibly save the gorgeous man in front of him if needed....and he was also slightly offended.

"Me? You're the brightest star in this place," Remus scoffed waving a hand at the slinky silver dress and black heels. "The minute you sat down I was in trouble." He quirked an eyebrow.

"I've been known to be....troublesome." A wide smile broke across his face.

Remus was tempted to say "fuck it" and offer him a good time. He could finish killing the Black Heir later, make up some excuse about too many people.

"Ahem," The guard was no longer speaking to the Black Heir but standing just behind the stranger. Remus tensed. He didn't even care what this guy had done to upset the Blacks or that there were upwards of two hundred people at the gala, If anyone tried putting a finger on him, Remus would fucking kill them all.

He shivered at the thought. He didn't even know this man but something in his gut told him he was important.

"Yeah yeah," he tried shooing the guard away.

The man sighed and cleared his throat again, louder this time.

"For Christ's sake Rosier, what does he want now?" He flung around, eyes shooting darts.

"He wants and I quote," The guard, Rosier, folded his arms in front of him smirking. "Stop flirting and do your job."

He scowled at Rosier, flipped the Black Heir off, and smiled. "Fine, but I'm finishing my conversation." He leaned in, placing a hand on Remus knee, with the other he beckoned him closer.

He felt the electricity stutter through his body. Remus leaned forward

He had been in dangerous situations before. He had been shot at, stabbed, and chased by the police and criminals (if there was a difference), but his heart had never beat faster.

"I hate this place. I hate these people. I have to go mingle now but I wanted you to know you don't fit, that's a good thing. A very good thing," He tilted his head up and slightly away, hot breath in Remus' ear. He shuddered "I like you, what's your name?"

Remus almost purred at the heat in his ear. He took a breath to steady himself.

"Remus."

The eyes found his again.

"I'm Sirius."

Remus knew confusion flashed behind his eyes and this close there was no doubt he saw it.

"That's my name, honest." He smiled again.

Remus could stare into those eyes forever. He would jump into the storm of them and tread the wild waves until he drowned.

"Ay, you found him!"

Remus startled out of his trance. Both guards were staring right at them. Rosier and the tattooed one.

"I can't have one minute can I?" Sirius was still staring at Remus but the question was aimed at the guards.

"Nope, sorry boss. Reg is getting pretty anxious. You haven't talked to a single buyer all night."

Boss? Why were the guards who worked for the Black Heir calling Sirius boss?

"I found a pretty shiny thing," Sirius stood up rolling his neck. "I'm easily distracted, you know that Crouch." Sirius took a deep breath and turned back to Remus.

"sorry, I have to go, but I will absolutely be finding you later....if you're still here."

But if there was one thing he knew about himself, it was that he would rather die than not be a gentleman. So, he stood and bent slightly at the waist. Remus took Sirius' hand in his and kissed the smooth skin of the knuckles.

If they were calling him boss then he was in charge somehow. Perhaps Orion Black didn't trust his son to go out alone and Sirius was watching over him. Maybe he was in charge of security. Maybe that's why the three of them were so casual, they worked together.

Which was a god damn shame because it meant that at some point he might have to incapacitate or even, God forbid, kill Sirius.

The thought made him ill.

"I'll be waiting," Remus did purr this time but only to let Sirius know that when he did find him again Remus was not letting him go.

Sirius flushed red, wide eyes staring at Remus' lips.

They must have been taking too long because now another person had appeared.

"Sirius," he hissed the name like a snake. "Father wanted you to mingle. Get to know people for when-"

Regulus pursed his lips and nodded in Remus' general direction. "Hello."

"Remus, my little brother Regulus," Sirius swiveled to face his brother. "Reg, this is my new best friend, Remus."

Holy shit. Remus prayed to every god he could think of to let him see Sirius again. Maybe even in a dark secluded room with a soft bed or a fucking couch, a futon, whatever, you know what? It didn't matter, he'd take a cold hard floor if it meant he could pin Sirius beneath him. Explore every divot and curve of his body until he had claimed every inch of land with his hands and conquered every moan with his lips...

"Yes, Regulus," Sirius put on a, well, serious voice. "I must mingle with old ugly rich men so that when father inevitably and by god...." he pressed his hands together in mock prayer. "Finally leaves this mortal coil to burn in hell, I can take over the family business and make him proud!" Sirius rolled his eyes, slipping back into a flirty lilt.

"Bye Remus, hopefully this won't be the last time we meet." Sirius' gaze swept up the entirety of Remus once more, it felt like a wild fire, before he turned away and left with the other three men.

But then....

Oh.

OH.

That meant Regulus wasn't the heir to the Black family.

If Regulus, his initial target and heir to the Black family, was Sirius' little brother...

If Sirius was to take over the family business when Orion Black died....

It meant Sirius was the heir.

Remus had to kill Sirius.

His target was Sirius.

Sirius Black.

Fuck.

[frostybearpaws]

Crime Family Timeline

Year 1

Night Terror & Luna Moths

A Severe Lack Of Electric Sheep

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Year 2

Chronicles Of A Beached Shark

where the sky meets the sea

low tide, high tide

Year 3

Chronicles Of A Beached Shark

sharks among a school

blood on the sea

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

A Chair To The Face (With Love)

help I think I might be dying!!!

Year 4

A Chair To The Face (With Love)

do as I say not as I do!

bicker, fight, move on

It’s 3am, this had better be good

Year 5

A Chair To The Face (With Love)

BOOM!!!!!

I (don’t) hate you

Bleeding Hearts Of Stone

Moon Lily

Floating In A Most Peculiar Way (NSFW)

Rain Spell

Year 6

As The Dawn…

Year 7

Tomorrow Made The Choice

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Of Mama Bears & Papa Wolves

Still Skies & Calm Water

Year 8

Sea Drake (NSFW)

[everything-y-nothing]

MOODBOARD. Hard Time by @newtonsheffield

“Anty, this is a surprise, it’s been a long time.” He gaped at her, swallowing convulsively several times before he spoke. “I didn’t realise you were— I thought your father—” “Oh, no.” Kate clicked her tongue, “lung cancer got him a while ago.” She gestured to the cigarette still smoking in her hand as his eyes fell on it more than a little glibly, “And I know, I said I’d never become my father, but you became yours and I thought: What the hell?”

[lunamugetsu]

Delivery!

Flash was currently being held captive in a black of ice. How he got like this he wasn't sure. All he remembered was that he was running across Central City keeping the peace until suddenly an ice beam shot out of nowhere and froze his feat to the ground.... and the rest of him.

"Alright you got me! Show your face!"

"Well I was going to regardless. No need to yell." Out pops Danny Phantom carrying a bag with him and holding out an envelope.

"What? Who are you?"

"My name's Phantom. Danny Phantom. I have a message for you. I couldn't get your attention earlier so I thought this was just the next best way to get you to stop." Danny said as he unfreezes the speedster.

"Uh, okay." Flash said as Danny gives him an envelope.

On the envelope there are drawing in crayon and stickers and in marker it says: to Flash.

"It's from Susie, she'd said you'd remember her."

He remembered a Susie, a little girl that he used to see in the children's hospital. She had leukemia. He spent any minute he could making sure the kid was smiling when he was there. He was heartbroken when the nurses told him that she had passed away before he could give her her birthday present. Flash examined the crayon written words, it was just like Susie's writing.

"How did you?"

"Just read it."

The letter reads:

Dear Flash,

I'm sorry, I wasn't there when you showed up for my birthday. I never got to tell you, but thank you for being at the hospital with me when I was scared of going to treatment or when I had to take my medicine. Thank you for making me smile even when I didn't feel well. Thank you for playing games with me when I couldn't go outside. Thank you for talking to my mom and dad at my funeral. That was really nice. I drew some pictures for you but I never got to finish them when I was in the hospital so I drew you some new ones. Danny says that he'll give them to you.

In the envelope was a series of different colored papers all with different crayon and marker drawings of Susie and him playing in different scenarios. One where she was a doctor and he played the injured patient. One where they were both superheroes. Another one where they were playing shadow puppets when she wasn't feeling well. Page after page were different drawings of them playing with the last one was covered in glitter with a big heart with a crayon drawing of him and Susie.

"Susie said that her biggest regret was that she couldn't say thank you to her hero before she passed. So I bumped her up on my delivery list."

"What?"

"Oh yeah, I never fully introduced myself. I'm Danny Phantom, you can call me Danny. I'm the designated delivery person for the afterlife to the living realm. Any messages or special requests from the dead are delivered by me!" Danny hands him a business card all official.

And it does say: Danny Phantom special delivery service for those of the non-living variety!

"She also said she wanted to give you one last hug before moving on."

"What do you?" Flash is halted from saying anything else as he feels a pressure against his legs. He looks down to see a translucent small figure. She was a picture of what she looked like before the chemo. Susie gives him a smile and a hug before fading before his eyes.

Before Danny officially takes up the mantle of Ghost King he's trying to do a job that would have him interact with all of his citizens first so he could get a feel of it. Hence him making connections with both the living and non-living people (he went big-brain for this idea)

Extra scene:

"Oh that reminds me, I have a card for you from someone else."

"A card?" Flash opens the card only to get sucker-punched in the face. (like one of those cartoon boxing glove punches)

"A punch card." Danny said

Flash groans as he looks at the card that has the words: STOP MESSING WITH TIME! from CW

Obligatory Gotham Scene:

Danny standing in front of a beaten up Joker that has been tied to a chair.

"Just so you know I have a back order of a lot special requests for you. And since I can't exactly kill you, that would create so much political tape. I can let them make requests for certain actions. So right now I have over 50 requests for me to break your legs and over 30 to pull out your teeth and break your jaw. Some of them contradict each other because they want to make every word you say hurt you but others want me to curse you so you can't speak again. So I'll just have to get creative." Danny says winding his arm back and form.

He is for sure being completely professional about, he gets no personal gratification from beating up a crazy clown at all. (said nobody ever)

[multistoty]

Ten years. An entire decade. That’s how long it’s been since her brother put his seven year old child into her care. Ten years since Hope has become something like her own child and they got to start a quiet albeit temporary life that they never would’ve had otherwise. It’s been ten years since she’s had to start teaching Hope things that any guardian would be responsible for: Mathematics, science, and eventually... how to kill someone in cold blood.

The latter’s felt like a fantasy after so many years of training for some hypothetical situation, but with one encounter, the hypothetical has claimed its due reality. Rebekah’s heart hammers as she’s crouched down on all fours on the floor in the living room, sporting yellow rubber gloves and hastily sponging blood into a bucket. Beside her is her regular phone with recent urgent texts to Hope confirming her safety and urging her home immediately, and a burner phone (one she was beginning to think she’d never use) with only one text received and one text sent only moments ago: “Get out. Cover’s up.” “No shit.”

She never wanted this for Hope, let alone for herself. She spent years of her own life trying to figure out ways to escape the violence and expectations that came with being a Mikaelson, and now it’s come for the teenager who would be home any second, not knowing that her life was about to change forever. A string of curses reminiscent of the mother country she hasn’t known in nearly a lifetime lace her shallow breaths. No matter what they decide to do, they could no longer remain here safely. More like the man who Rebekah caught breaking in could be on their way this instant.

When she hears the front door open, she scrambles to take off her gloves and toss them aside. “Hope, love... grab a weapon from the closet.” Her voice trembles as she struggles to rise to her feet but is firm in her words. “Are you okay? Did anyone bother you on your way over?”

@thegoldenheiress

[walker-extended-universe]

3 Times Love Was Enough and 1 Time it Wasn’t- Chapter 2

Whumptober prompt filled: Day 13- Can’t Make an Omelette Without Breaking a Few Legs

Summary: In which Emily thinks about running away

Tags/Warnings: Threats, Scare Tactics, Dead Animals, Possessive Behavior, Crime Family AU

A/N: Cordell Walker is not a great guy here

AO3 Link:   https://archiveofourown.org/works/42262065/chapters/106348731#workskin

[taming-bats]

More Crime Family AU

Thinking about the Mask Family and their masks. It's not just a difference of color it's of design too!!

Bruce - classic Black Mask looks of the skull. I stole the Black Mask title/look because Black Mask has a no-nonsense way about Gotham that I thought was perfect for this au. RIP the little bat ears I want them back.

Alfred - has a mimic "back up" Mask that hasn't been used in years now. He used it if Bruce ever needed a rescue (you know in the 2004 cartoon on the several times Batman got BEAT DOWN and Alfred had to pick him up in the car? Like that!) It's easy to spot the "second Mask" it's softer around the edges and had a grayish wear to it. It probably was a prototype of the mask that found use.

Dick - Bruce gave Dick the opportunity to make his mask- symbolism of the work and grit they put into their second life, yknow? Dick still is attached to the "Robin" nickname his mother gave him, because even if they are avenged, the fight that their deaths started for him continues. Dick's mask is very bird-coded because of this. the design has changed through he years as Dick truly settles in his place next to Bruce, but the current iteration is a sleek design of a raptor. a hooked beak that casts sharp shadows. wide eyes that come to a point, outlines that would be pretty if not so fatal should they spot you.

Jason - Classic Red Hood style. As Jason proved himself a fighter at an early age, they thought it best to hide any and all features when he became a Mask. Sleek, all encompassing. (So much of this au just me taking what canon Red Hood did and went: I think he's right actually. I'm gonna do that)

Tim - The only Mask that shows part of his face. In a twist of the canon robin mask, yellow material branches across the upper half of his face and covers his eyes- so much so that it looks like he might not even have them. I imagine they have these really dramatic swoops/points off to the sides that are so sharp for no reason. Almost like an bird... wonder where he got that inspo... Regardless, I think its important that Tim's mask represents the change in the Mask family that Tim himself symbolizes. The New Age they enter once Jason comes back home.

Damian - My main inspo is the Blue Spirit from Avatar (or xiao from genshin i GUESS. but i got beef w that game). He's still the Heir to the Demon and he absolutely shows the pride in that in the making of his Mask. It is all fangs and teeth and horns. Rumor on the street is that somehow Black Mask actually and legitimately summoned a demon to do his bidding. It's all speculative though. No one has seen said demon and lived.

[bittyfromquotev]

The Eclipses see their namesake

I finally finished this! In honor of the 2024 eclipse!

Solar and Eclipse feel bad that Topaz needs those special glasses ;-;

I love Eclipse in this AU I need to draw and write him more <3

[newtonsheffield]

Okay hear me out. Crime Family AU: Where Kate had Edmund nine months after Anthony left her standing at a train station, waiting for no one.

And Mary never asked whose baby it was, because she knew, deep down. All they did. Especially when she names him Edmund. But Mary makes sure no one knows, no one outside their immediately family knows his full name. Only that they call him Neddy.

And she’d wanted to tell Anthony, but he blocked her number, and he left her so after a month or so she gave up.

And she definitely doesn’t intend to tell him now. It would start a war, essentially, and the son she’s spent the last eight years raising would probably be taken from her. But the guilt she feels when they’re hips snap together and their lips clash is almost too much.

And then the nanny brings Neddy home early one day. And Anthony’s still there, and the sheets are still rumpled and she knows from the look on his face that Anthony knows that’s his son. And everything is different again.

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Dp x Dc AU: Tucker gets hired by the JL to work on the Watchtower’s cybersecurity... He might have a few friends visit. 

Batman looked over the application for visitors presented to him by Dr. Foley, who was nervously wringing his hands but seemed excited to talk about his two close associates, and it appeared that everything was in order for the pair to be allotted a short visitation time slot. 

The paperwork was established by Batman himself after all, needing a way to permit non-members (His Children) to visit him at his office in the watchtower. Looking over Dr. Foley’s application, the invites to Dr. D. Fenton and Dr. S. Manson seemed to be somewhat warranted.

Dr. Fenton is a well known astrophysicist and Dr. Foley had been upping the security to reflect more complex physics models as the ‘lock’ mechanism for access to Watchtower servers. Dr. Manson was a more controversial figure in social justice but a biochemist to rival Dr. Pamela Isley, not to mention she was someone Bruce Wayne had met a number of times and not completely hated (though he was sure she hated him and everyone else in the gala). She was a fan favorite guest by his children and a great advocate for animal and human rights. 

Batman approves the application, allowing their visitation for a few hours at a time once a week until the completion of Dr. Foley’s project. 

He doesn’t hear much from it, nor from Dr. Foley, but things start to come down the rumor grapevine that the two guests were more than they seemed. Red Robin was the first to comment on it to him, and as practical and efficient Tim could be, there was a look of chaos in his smile as he discussed the two additional PhDs. He was stingy on details and that always meant something bad for Bruce’s mental health. A few others asked a few questions as to who exactly the pair were visiting, and Cyborg commented that they weren’t really doing too much to assist Dr. Foley. 

Batman decides to intervene and meet these two for himself when he hears Constantine complain (not that the man wasn’t always complaining about something) about the two new magic users being way too OP for normal humans. 

This is how the JL gets to become allied with Ghost King Phantom and Thorn (not Poison Ivy pt.2 as Robin insisted). Turns out they weren’t sure if the JL could be trusted with interdimensional politics, so Tucker spent the last two years gaining their trust to let Danny and Sam up here to ‘check the place out’ before they committed to becoming members. 

Batman doesn’t even get to raise alarms at the espionage of it all because Red Robin has already programed their new badges and welcomed them on with open arms and a project to take down the LOA’s Lazarus Pits “safely”.

[flowery-laser-blasts]

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