#do i tag this batman and catwoman??

[clockworkclownart]

Day 8 - Style Challenge- #DannyMay2024

LETS GET THAT GHOST!~💚

I read somewhere that Maddie and Jack Fenton's hazmat suits were styled after batman and catwoman without the animal ears, so i reskinned a fantasic cover by mick gray and patrick gleason (see below) and YOU KNOW WHAT?!? they are right.

This cover is amazing and i had alot of fun using the layout and poses to make the above art. obviously credit goes to the above artists for thier fantasic work. i dont know how to draw mucles and i referenced the above image so hard, i refuse to take credit for these good shapes. I feel like ive learned alot during this.

[spicy-apple-pie]

STOP PITTING THE GIRLS AGAINST EACH OTHER!!!!!!

[buntsukim]

batman au designs... edward nygma, selina kyle

[birdskullz]

the one thing that could save this for me is if jason gets to see how brutal the rest of the batfam are acting in his defense. i need him to know how much they care, i need him to see it spoken in a language he knows too well, and that’s violence. it won’t save everything but i think seeing steph knock bruce tf out would soften the blow a bit.

[cephalog0d]

I can post panels from the latest Batgirls now, right? Because it's been weeks and I can't stop laughing at Hilarious/Terrifying (Hilarifying?) Anime Eyes Red Hood Doll

(Source: Batgirls)

[muhnstor]

A portrait of Ms. Selina Kyle

[yawnderu]

Simon ''Ghost'' Riley — Masterlist 💀🖤

cr: @ave661

Simon Riley Moodboard | Smut Masterlist | Bimbo!Reader Masterlist | Dad!Ghost Masterlist

This Masterlist only has the material I've created in 2024. To explore older works, you can check my Main Masterlist, or use the tags #Simon Riley x Fem!Reader or #Ghost mw2 on my profile to access all my works!

Do not translate, post, or put my content into AI tools.

Ongoing Series Lorelei

Synopsis: Aware of the way his lifestyle doesn't align with your dream life and unwilling to quit his life as a soldier, Simon breaks things off with you. It isn't until a year later that he sees you again, a tiny carbon copy of him held in your arms.

K-9

Simon Riley and his pathetic efforts to get close to the new medic will earn him a scar or two

or

Simon Riley is in love with an uninterested, tired medic.

Angel

Synopsis: Afraid of giving you the same destiny all his loved ones met, an emotionally unavailable Simon does his best to pretend being in love with you for one night, later deciding to introduce you to the one person who can give you the love you want; John Price.

Smut

Silly love-making

Simon's obsession with pornstar!reader

Sex on camera

No man could act this good

Using his naked body for art purposes

Love-making

FWB!Simon cucking your hookup

Tattoo Artist!Simon

Prettiest girl in Edinburgh

Hybrid cat!Reader tag teamed by Simon and Johnny

Soul-crushing devotion and medical emergencies

AI!Reader gets a physical body

Neet!Reader jerks him off

Hybrid wolf!Simon x Catgirl!Reader

Sleep-walking, but fucking instead

Simon becomes vocal when you give him blowjobs

Rimming him

Monster fucker

Dick headcanons

Catgirl in heat

Drabbles

Gym bros Johnny and Simon

Creature!Reader

Tag team 🌶️

Simon Riley is a stray, roughed up cat

Seduction goes against the rules

Nymphomaniac!Reader

Immortal!Reader

The phrase ''the wife'' is always in Simon's mouth

Choking🌶️

Cock warming🌶️

Lipstick marks on his cock

Neet!Reader sniffing his armpits

Milf!Reader drives Simon insane🌶️

Military high ranked!Reader

What turns him off

I have no faith, but I believe in you

You and your daughter love his tattooed arm

Simon is a furnace

Creature!Reader cuddles

Asking for sex after he had a bad day

Cumming too early🌶️

Wearing a white wife beater

Girl dad

Raccoon

Simon makes weird faces under the mask

Juiciest ass in the Task Force

Bulking

Dating a MILF

Naked cuddles

Relationship similar to Batman and Catwoman

Work Song

Cumming on your glasses🌶️

Touch starvation

Fluff & Hurt/Comfort

Expensive presents

Displays of trust

The most broken man turns to religion when you're hurt

A man without big pecs is like an angel without wings

Simon Riley was made for soul-crushing devotion

Broken man in love

Cuddles after a bad day

Simon is a giant black cat

Ai!Assistant Reader

Ai!Assistant Reader bothering Simon

Second chance at being an uncle to your niece

''I'll be the weapon when he needs protection''

Moody catgirl

Red panda hybrid!Reader

Hiccups during sex🌶️

First relationship

Angst

Emotionally unavailable

Immortal!Reader doesn't come back to life

Angel - Part I | Part II

[mokulule]

The Number You Have Called Cannot Be Reached 7

Part 1|Part 2|Part 3|Part 4|Part 5|Part 6

Ship: Dead on Main (Danny/Jason) Warnings: angst/depression and canon typical violence

I had wanted to do some tag appreciation for the previous part before uploading this but well stuff happened and I need to leave for work soon, so priorities and all that, and I bet ya'll rather want the update than my chatter XD But know that I really appreciate the comments and tags you guys leave me <3

Damian sat in a corner of the library, knees drawn up to his chest. The crumbled up piece of paper burned in his left hand. It shouldn’t. He’d had a hunch and he’d followed it. He’d been right! This was pertinent information. He should have informed Father immediately and yet… He breathed slowly out his nose. He turned his hand around palm up so he could glare at the offending ball of paper resting there.

He was right, but then why was he so uncertain? Why was he hesitating? He was Damian Wayne! Son of the Batman! He should not dawdle, that is not how he was trained!

No matter how much his so called siblings would tease him for his height, there were advantages. Like how when Todd had pulled the dazed Ghost to his feet, the short man had never really looked up which meant that Damian who was shorter had seen the way his eyes glowed green, unlike his father. Because a short while later, when he pushed away from Todd his eyes had been blue. Father would assume the ghost’s eyes were blue, because he hadn’t seen the green. Father would have no idea to look into what Damian had, because he’d missed a vital clue. A clue Damian had been withholding. Damian let his head fall down onto the arm holding the paper and sighed. He was withholding far worse than a clue now:

There were traces of Lazarus Water in the blood sample. Damian felt the childish urge to scream, but he would not give in, he hadn’t fallen that far. It always came back to this, always; like a curse on Damian’s family, one thing after another and it always ended up back there - by the sickly green glow of the pits.

Father wasn’t always exactly rational when it came to the Lazarus Pits or the League of Assassins or Todd.

And maybe Damian had gotten a little bit used to Father looking at him like his son. Maybe he just wasn’t all that excited for Father to look at him like Ra’s Al Ghul’s grandson again…

Alfred, the cat, slinked around the door left open a crack, instantly drawing Damian’s eyes. The tuxedo cat padded silently over to him and stopped. He looked expectantly at Damian with the same unimpressed gaze of his namesake. Damian cracked a fragile smile, and uncurled into a crosslegged position.Satisfied Alfred jumped into his lap. He started batting at the paper ball and Damian quickly stuffed it into a pocket and acquiesced to the demand for pets. It was barely a moment before Damian’s effort was rewarded and the purring started. Slowly, Damian relaxed back against the wall and his shoulders gradually came down from their tensed position. Animals were so much easier to understand than people.

The Ghost had purred…

The sound had been just at the edge of his hearing, but it definitely had sounded like purring. Father hadn’t heard it. Damian had asked him if he’d heard the cat, but he’d dismissed him as if he thought Damian had heard a real cat. There was no way he would have done that if he’d actually heard. The sound… it had been something else; there had been this inherent happiness to it.

Damian would admit he’d been startled. He’d never heard a human purr before. Not even Catwoman, his father’s illicit paramour, actually purred, not really. She did something with her voice at times, probably the closest a human could come to a purr, but not like the almost continuous sound of a real cat. Humans just weren’t built for it.

Which pondered the question, what exactly was the Ghost? He had reacted very oddly to Todd (Damian would admit in the privacy of his mind that he’d been alarmed to see the man nuzzle into Todd’s chest as if he was actually an overgrown cat in disguise). There was Lazarus in his blood, so maybe the reaction to Todd wasn’t so strange. He hadn’t reacted in any way special to Damian, but that wasn’t so odd either. Damian knew Todd was different. There was a reason Grandfather feared him. The Pits hadn’t revived him, they may have brought his mind back online and brought some lasting effects, but Todd had crawled out of his grave months before that; Todd was something else.

Maybe Todd and the Ghost were something similar?

Todd had definitely heard the purring. He had been completely unlike himself, there had been a complete lack of the usual hostility from him afterwards. Todd must have also seen the eyes, he had to have made the Lazarus connection. He hadn’t reported anything about it either. But again this was Todd, he wouldn’t share information with Father unless he thought someone’s life depended on it.

Whatever DNA had been in the blood sample was useless for analysis, it had been too damaged, so that didn’t bring them any closer to figuring out what he was.

Then there were the powers, Todd didn’t have those. Invisibility and intangibility… No, the Ghost couldn’t actually be a ghost, could he?

Alfred nudged the hand that had stopped the petting and Damian dutifully started back up again.

Richard often acted like he didn’t have two brain cells to rub together, something that fooled even Damian in the beginning, but he was surprisingly astute if he let you see if. Damian had presumed the Ghost codename had been merely a ploy to annoy Drake and Gordon, but Richard was not beneath hiding a theory as a joke. If he was correct, he would have all the power, if it wasn’t it was after all just a joke - it was a good strategy.

As if summoned, Richard stuck his head into the library and glanced around. He seemed just about leave when he caught sight of Damian’s nook.“There you are Dames-“ he strolled inside, “I wanted to say bye before heading home, so I’m glad I found you.” He crouched down next to him and smiled widely eyes crinkling with it. It was so effortless for him.

Damian frowned.

“Hey, you okay?”

Damian glanced up briefly. It wasn’t something he wanted to talk about, but maybe Richard could answer something else.

“Do you think the Ghost could actually be a ghost?”

And there was that sharpness behind the kindness, that moment of calculation of what might have brought this on, whether Damian knew something, before it was hidden behind a smile again.

“Dami-“ he started and lovingly ruffled Damian’s hair. Damian quickly batted his hands away, before he got the misconception that he liked it; because he didn’t! Blue eyes crinkled further and then he continued, “we’ve seen stranger, haven’t we?”

And that brought Damian to a stop, hands still raised protectively over his head. Alfred looked between the two of them and gave an affronted mrauwp.

“So sorry Alfred, old boy, didn’t mean to disturb you.”

While Richard appeased Alfred, Damian slowly lowered his arms. Richard was right of course, but there was something else too, the assurance in the flippancy. Whatever the Ghost was, it didn’t really matter, they would deal with it, like they did everything; everything had some sort of weakness. And the Ghost hadn’t actually been hostile.

The core of the issue was the Lazarus Water. Lazarus Water didn’t enter people’s blood on their own and Grandfather kept a sharp watch on all the pools. There was a very big risk the Ghost was affiliated with the League. Coerced? Created? Murdered?

Damian narrowed his eyes, it was useless to ponder without more information, but the League at least was something Damian could look into discreetly. If there was increased activity in Gotham he would find it. He didn’t have to tell anyone yet.

“You work out what was bothering you?”“Tt.” He quickly looked away from Richard’s knowing eyes. Unfortunately that left him open for another hair ruffle. Richard laughed and jumped away and back to a standing position in one smooth motion, before Damian could retaliate somehow. Damian glared and only got a soft smile and wave in return.

“See you in some days, baby bat.”

Damian pressed his lips together and waved dismissively. “Go, before I decide revenge is worth removing Alfred.”

Richard’s laughter followed him out the door and down the hall. Damian finally allowed the small smile to form. Whatever happened, whatever Father may think of him keeping secrets, he could at least count on his big brother to stay the same. Oo o oO

Tim had been reviewing the new proposals from R&D when Bruce had stopped by.

The spectral calibrator team had obviously been disappointed to learn they would be reassigned and that the larger project to tune into electromagnetic signals from other dimensions had been put on indefinite hold without the calibrator, but they were a professional bunch and they had quickly come up with some fresh ideas.

Tim really didn’t want to consider what use the thief would have had with the calibrator, but it was kinda his job. It was meant to help hone into the (for lack of better term) frequency of a given dimension and remove the noise from the various other planes of reality - he just really hoped they weren’t dealing with a science portal to Hell scenario. Magical portals were at least usually temporary in nature but most importantly they were the JLD’s problem, not Tim’s.

Maybe the thief just really wanted to listen to some alternate universe rock?

Yeah, fat chance.

Tim had not found signs of the stolen items being resold, which pointed towards the thief having specific buyers or he was building something himself. At least the spectral calibrator was safe in the Cave.

A small beep notified Tim that the decryption program had a match on the passcode for the phone Bruce had dropped off, and he rolled over to have a look. The phone was not a brand Tim recognized, it was from the pre-smartphone era and didn’t even have a camera. It had been easier for Tim to just take it apart and hook it to power to get it up and running - it was then he noticed that someone had modded the receiver and transmitter, it also didn’t have a sim card.

Despite the lack of sim-card, when Tim looked at the now open phone it claimed to have a full signal from the most prominent telecompany in the larger bay area. Tim raised an eyebrow - curious. The text messages were empty, and a root around in the settings found that read messages were automatically deleted after 24 hours - the thief were really keen on keeping his secrets.

In the “phone book” which was a rather quaint old school term for the contact list, Tim finally found something that alluded to a normal life. Something that could maybe give them some information: Dad, Jazz, Mom, Sam, Tuck, Val - pretty sparse contact list. All the numbers had the same area code, which put them somewhere in the Midwest, if Tim was remembering correctly.

Tim considered for a moment then pressed the up button until he reached “Mom” again and pressed enter. Butt calls had been a real problem with this phone type if people forgot to lock them, it wouldn’t be so strange if Tim didn’t say anything. With any luck they’d get confirmation on the name Danny.

There was a single dial tone then a feminine voice announced:

“The number you have called cannot be reached.”

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Woohooo yay, I think we're done with "the detectives detective-ing" for now which was the extend of my notes before writing the last two parts (parts 6 and 7 are going to be a single chapter once they go on Ao3). Hope you enjoyed, I got a serious case of Damian feels while rewriting chapter 1 for Ao3 (here's a link if you missed it), so that's the explanation for why Damian decided we needed his pov Next

Masterpost for subscription

[ghost-bxrd]

Okay so I know this wasn’t the intention, but I read the most recent part of Owl Song and now I can’t stop thinking about Ivy, Jason, and Dick.

Like, in canon she fought both of them as Robin (I think??? I’m pretty sure she was around for Dick’s Robin) and she’s one of the better Rogues in terms of motive and morals. She probably cared for both of them somewhat, so how do you think she (and the other semi-decent rogues) took it when Jason died?

Ah I see how it is, we’re unpacking the good questions now!!!

So at first Ivy probably didn’t notice. Let’s be real, she’s got better things to do then play “keeping up with the batfamily”, and yeah, sure, some of her plants have been getting agitated the more days went by without sightings of either Robin or his loyal shadow (either Batman or Talon/Nightwing), but eh, maybe they’re on vacation or something.

But then Batman is back on the streets and it’s BadTM. Even simple thugs need to be hospitalized, more than one comes close to actually dying (one even flatlines for a moment) and Ivy gets suspicious. Not enough to raise any alarms just yet, still, odd. And still no sight of Robin anywhere.

And then the Joker keeps being found. All over Gotham. Her plants her agitated, they keep whispering about the child-from-the-clocktower and the-one-who-is-cold. And even Ivy can’t keep turning a blind eye.

At first she checks in with Harley, but her girlfriend she doesn’t have any insight either having just returned from a mission with the Birds of Prey (timeline? What timeline). So, dead end. And Crane is a no-go because the Bat hospitalized him with way too many broken bones just the other day.

Two-face it is, but Harvey (both sides of him) are equally as disturbed by the Bat’s sudden volatility as Ivy and he is now on board with trying to find out just what made the Bat snap.

(At this point she’s having a veeery bad feeling about this. Especially because even weeks later Robin is still suspiciously absent from the streets, and there are only whispers of Talon/Nightwing and even her plants can’t seem to pin down either of them.)

Next up is the Riddler, who is already neck-deep into investigation (because how dare Batman not appreciate all his carefully laid riddles and instead punch in faces of low time criminals! And also he may be a teeny-tiny bit worried about the sassy sidekick but SUE him, the kid grows on you like a particularly stubborn case of the pocks ok!?) and immediately agrees to a temporary ceasefire.

So now we have part of the rogue gallery joining forces to find out just wtf is going on, and their next bet is the elusive Catwoman.

And let’s say Selina doesn’t know who Batman is but she’s got soft spot for the big burry anyway so she’s CONCERNED ok? It doesn’t take much persuasion to join forces with the rest of the rag-tag group of high profile rogues to figure this out, and her next proposition is this: grill the Penguin for information.

Oswald Cobblepot is SO not prepared for the joint forces of Catwoman, Two-Face, Riddler, Harley, and Ivy and before long he’s telling them what little he knows about the Joker and his excursion to Ethiopia.

And they all just kinda— freeze. Because— what? No, Robin can’t be dead. Robin is magic. That spunky little kid who’d throw pebbles at Riddler, the one who’d always try to pick-pocket Catwoman, the one urging Harley to leave-the-Joker-he’s-an-ass, the one who always drives Harvey insane with his prime numbers, the one who’d stalked all the way into Robinson park just to ask Ivy how to save the little potted plant he’d been gifted—-

No, no he can’t be dead… right?

But he is. And the talon who’d always kept him safe? That one is gone, too. Nobody knows where he went, but Batman is unspooling, and unspooling fast. And the rogues… well, for once they keep quiet. they don’t give Batman any additional grief (god knows he’s got enough) and instead now make it a point to keep kids out of their business in silent solidarity.

From that day forward any and all people who try to associate themselves with the Joker get taken down by them with extreme prejudice. You think Batman is bad? Try spouting some Joker loving bullshit in front of Ivy. She doesn’t even have to ask her plants to gut you and hang you from the carousel at amusement mile like a Christmas ornament. And god forbid you say anything negative about Robin.

[xxdjsunsetxdxx-blog]

Random Ships I Like In No Particular Order:

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* Loubbie- Lou Miller x Debbie Ocean- Ocean’s 8

* Sabina x Elena- Charlie’s Angels (2019)

* Macgyver x Riley- MacGyver (2016)

* Magnum x Higgins- Magnum PI (2018)

* Shoot- Shaw x Root- Person of Interest

* Rizzles- Rizzoli x Isles- Rizzoli & Isles

* Wondercheetah- Wonder Woman x Cheetah- DC

* Camren- Camila x Lauren- Fifth Harmony

* Blackhill- Natasha Romanoff x Maria Hill- Marvel

* Xialing x Katy- Shang-Chi

* Peggy Carter x Dottie Underwood- Agent Carter

* Supercorp- Kara Danvers x Lena Luthor- Supergirl

* Daniela x Carla- In The Heights

* Mira Harberg x Laurie- Irma Vep

* Judy Hale x Jen Harding- Dead To Me

* Florence x Madeleine- Gunpowder Milkshake

* Ronance- Robin Buckley x Nancy Wheeler- Stranger Things

* Eleanor x Drea- Do Revenge

* Harlivy- Harley Quinn x Poison Ivy- DC

* Wenclair- Wednesday Addams x Enid Sinclair- Wednesday

* Meddison- Meredith x Addison- Grey’s Anatomy

* Emily x Stephanie- A Simple Favor

* Mercymaker- Mercy x Widowmaker- Overwatch

* Akko x Diana- Little Witch Academia

* Dovesso- Professor Dovey x Lady Lesso- The School for Good and Evil

* Cassie Lang x Jentorra - Quantumania

* Spideypool- Spider-Man x Deadpool- Marvel

* Superbat- Superman x Batman- DC

* Batman x Catwoman- DC

* Princess Audrey x Wonder Woman- DCAU

* Jon Stewart (Green Lantern) x Hawkgirl (Shayera Hol)- DCAU

* StephCass- Stephanie Brown x Cassandra Cain- DC

* DinahBabs- Black Canary (Dinah Lance) x Oracle (Barbara Gordon)- DC

* DicKory- Nightwing (Dick Grayson) x Starfire (Koriand’r)- DC

* Wondermagic- Wonder Woman x Zatanna- DC

* Daphne x Velma- Scooby-Doo

* Cassie Dewell x Jenny Hoyt- Big Sky

* Choni- Cheryl Blossom x Toni Topaz- Riverdale

* Bechloe- Beca Mitchell x Chloe Beale-Pitch Perfect

* Khalopatra- Kleopatra x Frida Khalo- Clone High

* Talia Burns x Margot Fairmont- First Kill

* Question x Huntress- DCAU

* SuperWonderBat- Superman x Wonder Woman x Batman- DCAU

* Wonderhawk- Wonder Woman x Hawkgirl (Shayera Hol)- DCAU

* Dana Scully x Monica Reyes- X-Files

* Barbara (Barbie) Handler x Gloria- Barbie

* Julethief- Carmen Sandiego x Julia (Jules) Argent- Carmen Sandiego

* Seven Of Nine x Raffi Musiker- Star Trek

* Larissa Weems x Morticia Addams- The Addams Family

* Swanqueen- Emma Swan x Regina Mills- Once Upon A Time

* Alicia Florrick x Kalinda Sharma- The Good Wife

* Danny James x Cable McCrory- Bull

* Kim Possible x Shego- Kim Possible

* Peachline-Princess Peach x Mayor Pauline- Mario

* Gelphie- Elphaba Thropp x Glinda Upland- Wicked

* SamBucky- Sam Wilson x Bucky Barnes- Marvel

* PeggyNat- Peggy Carter (Captain Carter) x Natasha Romanoff- What if?

* Maxine “Max” Baker x Abby Littman- Ginny & Georgia

* Ashrah x Nitara- Mortal Kombat

* Johnshi- Johnny Cage x Kenshi Takahashi- MK

* Barlissa- Barbara Howard x Melissa Shimmenti- Abbot Elementary

* Cabenson- Olivia Benson x Alex Cabot- Law & Order SVU

* Caroljess- Carol Danvers (Captain Marvel) x Jessica Drew (Spider-Woman)- Marvel Comics

* Bishlova- Kate Bishop x Yelena Belova- Hawkeye

* Chlonette- Chloe Burgeois x Marinette Dupain-Cheng- Miraculous Ladybug (in theory)

* Clawdeen x Draculaura- MH (Gen 1)

* Teleanor- Tahani Al Jamil x Eleanor Shellstrop- The Good Place

* Hanamusa- Jessie x Delia Ketchum- Pokémon

* Jemily- Emily Prentiss x Jennifer “JJ” Jareau- Criminal Minds

* Mellivia- Olive Pope x Melody “Mellie” Grant- Scandal

* Malvie- Mal x Evie- Descendants

* Mileena x Tanya- Mortal Kombat

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talk to me abt them if you want :)

couldn’t fit all the tags lol

[mattzerella-sticks]

halloween, 2024. (ao3 link)

Athena and Bobby host a Halloween party this year and Buck offers to help them get ready for it and tells Eddie he will see him and Chris there. However they're late, and Buck's costume doesn't quite work without the Diazes. When will they arrive? And, when they do, will Buck be happy to see them?

Buck slips mitts over his hands as Bobby’s oven dings over the soft, spectral music pumping throughout the house.

            “I got it!”

A blast of hot air escapes the oven as he opens its door that he doesn’t brace for, that smacks him in the face like an oncoming wave while he takes out trays of finger foods and sets them aside to cool. Pigs in blankets. Pizza muffins. Spanakopita and Chicken tenders.

He spies Chimney out the corner of his eye reaching for a pig in a blanket.

            “No.” He smacks his hand away. “Not until they’re plated.”

            Chimney hisses and clutches his stinging hand to his chest. “I was just getting one for Jee,” he tells Buck. “You know. Your niece. Your hungry, starving niece who’s… wasting away because her cruel uncle took forever getting the food ready?”

Buck looks past Chimney and further into the Grant-Nash household, spotting his sister dressed in the neon pinks, limes, and blues of her Barbie leotard, similar to the Ken one Chimney wears, kneeling as she adjusts the ears of Jee’s Bluey costume.

            “I think Jee doesn’t mind having to wait.”

            “Then what about me?”

            “I think you should take a note or two from your daughter.”

Chimney huffs. He snags a pig in a blanket despite Buck’s warnings and scurries off to hide behind Maddie before Buck slaps him with a mitt.

Hen wanders in a moment later and lifts the brim of her Indiana Jones-style fedora as she scans the crowded counterspace.

She whistles. “Damn Buckley. You feeding a small army here or what?”

“The way our crew packs it in? This won’t even be enough...”

They chuckle while stepping around each other towards opposite ends of the kitchen. Hen grabs another soda from the fridge. He slides chicken tenders onto a waiting serving platter.

She asks if he’s thirsty and Buck shakes his head ‘no’.

            “Sure you don’t want something?” She snaps the tab of her Coke can, tosses it into the recycling bin. “Not even water?”

            “I’ll grab something when I’m done.”

            “When will that be, once the last person’s gone home?”

            “Hardy-har-har.” Buck ducks away, avoiding her attempt to muss up his hair. “I’ll be done in a second, once I’ve restocked the snacks.”

            “You’ve hardly left the kitchen since I got here. It’s not even your party.”

            “No, but I don’t mind helping out,” he says. “Sides, not like Bobby can do much of anything with the costume he’s in.”

Bobby stands, surrounded by a few of their coworkers undoubtedly entranced by his detailed Batman suit. It looks exactly like what Michael Keaton wore in his films with the foam pointed ears, thick latex cowlneck, the black neoprene layered over his body. Athena creeps up behind him in her complementary Catwoman suit, stitched together from an assortment of shiny leather, and drags her nails across Bobby’s bat symbol.

            “Would any of you believe it if I said his first choice in costume was George Clooney’s Batman?”

            “Except I couldn’t find anywhere that would ship a codpiece here in time.”

Nearby laughter startles Buck and, in his shock, he drops a spanakopita. He curses under breath as he bends to pick it up and, without thinking about it for too long, shoves it in his mouth.

Hen sees it all. She arches her brow at him.

            “I’m fine,” he reiterates.

            She snatches the tray from his hands and places it back on the counter. “Go.”

            “But –“

            “No buts. I don’t want to see you in here for the rest of the party.” Then she tags his hip with the butt of her whip. “And go put your damn costume on, too.”

            “My costume is on.”

She scoffs and drags her critical gaze up and down his body in excruciating silence.

            Buck crosses his arms. “It’ll make more sense when Chris and Eddie finally get here.”

            “I’m sure it will,” she says, sarcastically.

He rolls his eyes in response, which earns him a thwack from her whip as she chases him out the kitchen to mingle with the crowd.

It’s not like he had been avoiding this the entire evening, had been preparing more and more fixings and snacks to pass the time since Eddie texted him five minutes after the party started, three hours after Buck left to help Bobby and Athena with party preparations, warning that he would be late, that – despite them being roommates and spending weeks discussing their Halloween costumes, arguing about them, compromising – there was an issue with Christopher’s. But maybe Buck was conscious of everyone’s eyes on him, how their faces scrunched in confusion trying to guess his costume, wondering if he even had a costume on like Hen had, and when he finally explained their expressions went blank. They then muddled through some short reply before lapsing into an awkward silence as both thought of some new topic for conversation. Maybe it was easier staying in the kitchen until Eddie and Chris arrived.

Hen won’t let him.

She corrals him over towards Karen, May, and the crew’s latest probie Fernanda chatting near the staircase. Karen spots him first and deftly draws a toy blaster from its holster and aims for him. She fires. It whirls and trills and lights up.

            “I shot first.”

            “Don’t you always.” Hen wraps her arm around Karen’s shoulders and kisses the crown of her head. “My sweet Nerf herder.”

            “Oh Doctor Jones…”

Buck trades glances with May and Fernanda, all three of them biting back smiles. When they’ve calmed down, Buck turns to better face them.

            May lifts her glass in greeting. “Nice to finally see you out of kitchen, Buck.”

            “Well, someone has to make sure everyone’s fed.”

            “I thought that was Bobby’s job,” Fernanda asks.

            May leans in close and whispers, badly, “Dad wanted to cook, but Buck booted him from the kitchen the fourth time he tripped over his cape.”

            “It’s a walking fire hazard and he should know better.”

            “It’s a good costume, though,” Fernanda says. “Makes me feel like I didn’t put in enough effort…”

May disagrees. She tells Fernanda her witch costume is amazing, much better than her witch costume. Fernanda says the opposite. Buck wants to ask if they had planned to both be witches for tonight’s party, or if it was coincidental they wore (what seemed like almost exact from the traffic cone hat right down to the cobweb skirt) costumes.

He doesn’t say anything about their costumes in hopes they don’t mention his.

He’s not that lucky.

            “What about your costume Buck?” May asks. “Are you going to go put it on?”

            “Oh – well… about that.” Buck regrets not taking a drink now, so his hands could fiddle with it rather than dance around lamely in the air, off-beat to the music. “I’m kinda in my costume.”

            “You are?”

            “Yeah.”

            “Who are you supposed to be?”

            “I’m –“

Buck’s phone vibrates. He reaches for it as there’s a knock on the door. He unlocks it and reads Eddie’s message while Ravi, closest to the door, moves to open it. Buck hears Ravi greet Eddie and Christopher and lets his tension melt away in his next breath.

            “One sec,” he says, “you’ll totally get it once I’m standing next to Eddie.”

Eddie is not wearing the costume they agreed he’d wear.

            “What happened?” a scowling Buck asks, “Why are you in the trench coat and wings?”

            “Long story.”

Ravi lifts his shades, glancing between them. He hitches his boogie board underarm and jerks his thumb inside.

            “I’m just gonna go… get back to the party.”

They release him. Eddie maneuvers the tiny wings through the threshold and shuts the door behind him. The black crepe paper and glitter feathers look ridiculous on him, because they weren’t meant for Eddie. Buck made them with Christopher in mind.

            “We both agreed,” Buck says, stepping into Eddie’s orbit to deny prying ears any chance of overhearing them, “that since neither of us could agree who’d be Cas, neither of us gets to be Cas.”

            “I know.” Eddie lets loose a long-drawn sigh that sounds far too rehearsed for Buck’s liking. “But at the last second Chris said he wanted to be Sam.”

            “Is that true?” Buck looks to Chris. “Did you want to be Sam?”

Chris grins past a curtain of cheap bangs off the dollar-store wig Eddie was supposed to have worn.

            “He really wanted to be Sam,” Eddie insists.

            “Did you?”

            “Dad said if I let him be Cas, he’d buy me the new Battle Royale game.”

            “Chris!”

            “What? You didn’t say I couldn’t tell him…”

Buck pins Eddie to the door with his glare, its heat burning stronger than the ovens. Eddie flushes almost instantly, a noticeable sheen of sweat dripping from his forehead, down his face, and into the collar of his starched white Oxford shirt.

            “That’s a dirty trick you pulled there, Diaz. I thought you were better than that.”

            “Look, I was desperate. I didn’t want to be Sam.”

            “You lost the coin toss fair and square. That meant you had to be Sam!”

            “I don’t see what the big deal is,” Eddie says. He presses his hands to Buck’s chest, as if to push him away, only he runs them across the wrinkles of Buck’s plaid shirt. “You like Dean. You should be thrilled to be Dean.”

            “Yeah, I like Dean,” Buck says. “But I like Cas more.”

            “I like Cas more than you,” he argues. “I should get to be him. Besides, I’m more like him anyway.”

            “The hell you are!”

Chris ambles down the staircase while Buck and Eddie argue in front of the entire party.

Hen and Karen drift closer to Chimney and Maddie for a better view of their friends’ spat.

            “What does this make it now?” he asks her, “Their fourth or their fifth couple’s costume?”

            “Sixth. They dressed as Crockett and Tubbs for your bachelor party.”

            “Did they?”

            “It wasn’t that cute,” Karen says. “Buck’s jacket didn’t fit, and the shoulder blades made it look like he had no neck.”

            Maddie agrees. “It’s a good thing it got ruined.”

Fernanda softly gasps from behind them as she recognizes their costumes.

            “Oh, they’re those guys from that CW show. The boyfriends.”

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

A normal teenage kid? Nah its traumatized!

by floofzombrs After the events of Infinity War Peter is thrown into a messed up world. he must learn how to live. however, will he do it? heavily inspired by:   time flies by(bye) by WHYISEVERYMANTAKEN Peter the pizza guy by Irisen Spiderhead by Emmacortana peter parker's dimensional travel to emo city(gotham) by ZaaratFeasal and dark matter by mysterycyclone Words: 37, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: The LEGO Batman Movie (2017), Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Batman (Movies - Nolan), Batman: The Animated Series, Red Hood - Fandom, Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010), crime boss - Fandom, Violence Jack (Anime & Manga), proper use of micro hairs, in-proper use of death, rewriting uncle Ben's death for the trillionth time, I have no idea what I'm doing - Fandom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other Characters: Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne, Rogues Gallery (Batman), Kate Kane (DCU), Reagan (Batwoman), Imani (Batwoman), Ocean (Batwoman), Mouse (Batwoman), Margot (Batwoman), Tatiana (Batwoman), Mabel Cartwright (Batwoman), Selina Kyle, Black | Catwoman (Batman Beyond), Dick Grayson, Nightwing, Barbara Gordon, Oracle (DCU), Jason Todd, Red Hood's Henchmen (DCU), Cassandra Cain, Orphan (DCU), Tim Drake, Red Robin - Character, Stephanie Brown, Spoiler (DCU), Duke Thomas, The Great Revolutionary (SIGNALIS), Damian Wayne, Robin (DCU), The Jokerz (DCU), Joker (DCU), Bane (DCU), Batfamily Members (DCU), Harley Quinn (DCU), Regulus Black, Scarecrow, Killer Croc, Dark Creativity | Remus "The Duke" Sanders, Ivy (Poison Ivy 1992), Two-Face's Gang, Clayface, Penguin (Character), Mr. Freeze, Slade Wilson, Étienne (Deathstroke) Additional Tags: Lazarus Pit Side Effects (DCU), Lazarus Pit (DCU), Lazarus Pit Mad Jason Todd, Lazarus Pit Madness (DCU), Lazarus Pits are Ectoplasm (Danny Phantom and DCU), Character Death, Orphan Peter Parker, Hurt Peter Parker, Hurt No Comfort, Found Family, Angst, Death, Gotham City is Terrible via https://ift.tt/eb4vYGz

[shroudkeeper]

LAST SONG: Onmyoji - The Tide of Light and Foam ( I think that is the title )

CURRENTLY WATCHING: Shogun, from the costume, the acting, the inspiration from history and the book! *chef's kiss*

THREE SHIPS: Beren & Luthien / Batman & Catwoman / Kikyo & Hancock ( obv! )

FAVORITE COLOR: Difficult to choose just one, it is a tie between greens and pinks.

CURRENTLY CONSUMING: A smoothie I just made for lunch! Watching a 4-hour stream as I work.

FIRST SHIP: Tuxedo Mask and Sailormoon.

PLACE OF BIRTH: Florida

CURRENT LOCATION: North Carolinaaa.

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Bonded for 12 years coming up this weekend.

LAST MOVIE: DUNE Part II

CURRENTLY WORKING ON: My spring patio garden, my office redecoration.

Tagged by: @aethergazing | @chadhunkler - thank you both so much, I keep forgetting to do these! @floweramongstthecold tagged me in get to know the mun, some of the questions were here so I hope this is good for ya! 🌸 Tagging: @dennydraws | @adellennehocoleux | @sunkissedsamurai | @ungrateful-cyborg | @tsupertsundere | @ishgard

[starkstruck27]

My fourth fill for @harringrovesummerbingo!! Prompt + Space: Rainy Day, A1 Title: Cat Got Your Tongue? Major Tags: None Rating: Mature Word Count: 1808 words Additional Tags: Batman AU, Kissing in the rain, Rainy Gotham City, Billy as Batman, Steve as Catwoman Summary: Batman got a tip from the police commissioner that the Penguin is getting ready to do some recruiting for something big he has planned. While waiting for something to happen, The Cat shows up. Also on: Ao3

It seemed like it was always raining in Gotham City, or it was always about to. But then again, when it seemed like there was only ever bad news and bad days for the citizens of the city, it was hardly appropriate for the days to be full of sunshine. And tonight, while Batman stood on a rooftop, hidden in the shadow of a billboard, waiting for the Penguin to come out of his night club, the rain seemed completely justified in falling. 

It’d been a hard start to the summer this year in Gotham. First, Nancy Wheeler, aka ‘The Riddler’, had kidnapped the police commissioner’s daughter and held her for a week while the police department scrambled to figure out her clues. Batman had been able to figure them out after a few days, but then they’d gone on the run, and it took a week until he was able to get her back into Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane and get little Jane back to her father. 

After that, Jonathan Byers, aka ‘The Scarecrow’, had managed to escape Arkham by rigging the air conditioning unit with his fear toxin and scaring the guards into letting him out. Luckily, he didn’t let any of the other patients out, and instead he left to try and terrorize the city by unleashing his newest brand of fear toxin on a large crowd that’d formed for a press conference with District Attorney Harvey Dent. Batman had come just in time to stop it, and though he became afflicted by the fear gas himself, he was able to stall Scarecrow for enough time until the police showed up to take him back to Arkham.

And of course, just after that, Tommy Hagan, aka ‘Professor Pyg’, had somehow overthrown the cops on the bus that was supposed to take him and a few other prisoners to Black Gate Penitentiary, and they had all escaped. Pyg then came back to the city and managed to get a job with a catering company, only to kill the head cook and take his place in the kitchen. He then used both him and the cops he’d killed as the main course for the evening, nearly making hundreds of people eat their fellow citizens. His plans were foiled when Batman inevitably showed up, putting a stop to the evening before the first course was served and capturing Pyg, delivering him to Black Gate personally. 

And then tonight, Police Commissioner Jim Hopper had turned on the bat signal once again, and it was time for Billy Hargrove to turn back into his alter-ego and meet him on the roof of the police station. This time the havoc was going to be unleashed by Eddie Munson, aka ‘The Penguin’. Apparently, the police had gotten a tip from an anonymous source that Penguin was gonna do some recruiting at his club that evening for something big he was planning, and they needed Batman to help them figure out who was being recruited, and for what. 

And now Billy was waiting, waiting, waiting on the rooftop across from the Iceberg Lounge, hoping for any leads. So far, nobody had gone into the club except for the usual clientele, and he wasn’t hearing anything on the wire he’d managed to sneak onto the bouncer, nor on the one that he’d safely planted inside the club months ago. If Penguin was recruiting tonight, it was probably not going to be for a long while. Billy just hoped that it wouldn’t take all night. His suit was waterproof, but the rain was still managing to chill him to the bone as he crouched in the shadows.

“Well, well, well,” somebody said, and Billy knew that voice. “What’s a tall, dark and brooding thing like you doing up here so late at night?”

“Funny,” he said, “I could ask you the same thing.”

“You could,” they said, “But that doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll get a good answer.”

Steve Harrington, aka ‘The Cat’. A thief, and one with a rags-to-riches story that would put Cinderella to shame. He grew up poor and with neglectful parents, and did anything he could to survive on the cold streets of Gotham. And once he realized the lavish life he could live if he only just took it, he never stopped taking. He could steal anything from anyone, and was almost never caught. And even if he was, he always somehow managed to slip away and avoid capture from the police. He was the best thief in Gotham City, but it’s just for this reason that Billy had never turned him in whenever they met like this. Because even though he was a criminal, the best thief in Gotham City had managed to steal the Batman’s heart.

“I thought cats didn’t like getting wet,” Billy said, emerging from the shadows to step closer to his companion.

“Some do,” Steve replied, a certain look in his eyes that made something in Billy stir. “In fact, some of us live for it.”

Billy could feel himself starting to blush under his cowl, but he made sure that he didn’t show it. Steve still probably knew, anyway. “So you’ve decided to come out and play in the rain just for shits and giggles?”

“Oh, no, darling,” Steve said, his voice coated in sweetness, “Eddie’s got a little something for me, so I’m enjoying the rain while I can, then I’m going to go inside and get it.”

“What do you mean he’s got something for you?” Billy asked, putting aside the feeling in his gut in the hopes of getting some kind of lead. 

“I mean he’s got a room full of rich bitches and deep-pocket dicks that are just waiting to give me their purses and their jewelry. Every so often Eddie lets me in to take whatever I’ve got my eye on, and that’s why he’s the one birdie in Gotham that I don’t have any desire to sink my teeth into. He scratches my back, I scratch his.”

“Is that so?” Billy asked, “And what exactly is it that you have on him?”

“Oh, now, now, Batsy, you know by now that I only purr for the right price,” Steve said, teasing him with a wink and a cheeky smile.

“So, what do you want? Name your price,” Billy said, pretending he wasn’t about to fold like a deck of cards.

“I want…” Steve paused, pretending like he had to think, tapping his chin and everything, before turning around with a Cheshire grin. “I want a night with you. I want us both to take off our silly costumes and dress up nice and go to dinner at the finest restaurant in town. I want you to treat me like I’m royalty, like I’m your king, and like you’ll always be my Dark Knight. And then I want you to take me home, whichever of our places is closer, and I want you to punish me for all the bad things I’ve done. I want you to do whatever you feel is necessary to make sure I learn my lesson. And when I don’t, I want you to meet with me again, when I have more information about the criminals that roam the streets, and I want you to ask what my price is then, and we’ll do it all over again.”

Billy could feel the heat emanating from his own face as he listened to the things Steve was describing. And damn if he didn’t want it, too. But then he realized something that, right now, there was a more pressing matter at hand, and he had to ask about it before either Steve left or he swallowed his own tongue.

“What did you mean, ‘whichever of our places is closer’? Where do you think I live?” He asked, alarm bells going off in his head. He trusted Steve, but he knew he probably shouldn’t. And there was no way he trusted him with his secret identity. At least not yet.

“Oh, sweetie, I know where you live. I figured it out months ago,” Steve said, “And give Alfred my regards, by the way.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes you do. But don’t worry, baby. Nobody else could ever get it out of me, because the only price I want for information is the one I want from you. There’s no amount of diamonds or dollars in the world that would get me to give you up, or else don’t you think I would’ve done it by now?”

“How do I know that I can trust you?” 

“Well see, that’s the fun part,” Steve grinned, slinking closer. “You don’t.”

And when he kissed Billy, suddenly the idea of him knowing didn’t seem so bad. It was a dangerous thought, one that could potentially lead to his downfall, but Billy had never been one to shy away from danger. In fact, just the fact that he was where he was at that moment proved he preferred to embrace it. But for as nice as it was, now was not the time. He still had to find out what the Penguin was planning, and if Steve had any information, he’d have to get it sooner rather than later.

“Maybe,” he said as they finally parted, “Maybe I can pay your price on another night, but I need any information you’ve got now. What can you tell me about what Eddie has planned?”

“First you’ve got to give me your word that what I asked for is what’s going to be done. Tomorrow night, seven o’clock. I know you never go back on your word, so give me that, and I’ll give you what I’ve got on Eddie.”

“Okay, I give you my word. I’ll take you out tomorrow night, seven o’clock sharp,” Billy said, “Now, what have you got?”

“There’s nothing happening tonight,” Steve said.

“Pardon me?”

“Nothing is happening tonight. Eddie’s not recruiting, and he probably won’t be for another couple of days. He’s planning something soon, but it’s not going to go down for another couple of weeks, and if you keep your word, I’ll give you the insight on that once I have it. But for now, nothing’s going on.”

“That can’t be,” Billy mumbled, a little taken aback by what Steve said, and more than a little skeptical.

“Can’t it?” Steve asked as he walked to the ledge of the building’s roof.

“Jim Hopper said someone called in with a tip that Penguin was planning for something tonight.”

“And who do you think made that call?” He asked as he stepped onto the ledge, winking again before adding, “See you tomorrow night, Batsy.”

And by the time it had clicked in Billy’s head what he was getting at, The Cat was gone.

[eschergirls]

February 2024 Update & Patron Thank You!

Hi everybody!

It's a new month, so it's time for an update and, of course, thank all our wonderful Patreon subscribers. :3  

For I fixed up a LOT of posts across the DC Comics tag, though because it's so big, I still have a lot that aren't formatted correctly or have images without alt-text, but I'm slowly working my way through it.  Many of the broken or lost images or images deleted by Tumblr due to mistaken algorithmic flagging should be fixed though.

One of the big restoration projects was fixing up the posts that stemmed from that infamous Catwoman vol. 4 #0 cover image that led to a ton of redraws and also to DC actually changing the cover before it came out.  A lot of the redraws didn't get imported when we moved the site from Tumblr, but I've managed to find them again and restore the posts (as well as adding alt-text and fixing formatting, etc).

Here's a list of the redraws, some serious, some humorous:

Catwoman as an assemblage boobs and butt by Josh Rodgers

Catwoman in a true cat pose by @rosalarian

What Catwoman would look like from the side by Cameron Stewart

Catwoman before and after animated gif redraw by @miracleisyou

As well as that post, I've also restored this post featuring Pagan from Batman #479 looking terrifying in two different poses, and a pretty good redraw of the cover by Glitchy.

There's also another Catwoman picture (from Batman: Arkham Unhinged) inspired people to do a lot of humorous takes on it, such as Kainu's take on how she looks from various angles and this animated gif joke by le-mec which is very good.  I fixed up all 3 posts, found the broken pictures, and added alt-text to everything.

And finally, two other DC posts that I found images for when they broke and reformatted & added full transcription for screen readers:

this page of Artemis from Artemis: Requiem #3 offering some... interesting ideas of gender & what Y chromosomes do

this post about All-Star Batman & Robin & it's depiction of Vicki Vale as well as the infamous script notes from Frank Miller to Jim Lee (the script notes are fully transcribed by me for screen readers too)

I've restored a lot of other posts too, but those are the main ones I wanted to highlight for those who haven't seen them before (or weren't able to see them before) and would be interested in!

And as usual, I've been working my way through the Tumblr inbox backlog (which means that like very old submissions might start to show up too... I developed a huge backlog over the years and because Tumblr's inbox works from most recent to least, it means that older stuff becomes more difficult to reach as I get more submissions).  I've also been working my way through contesting all the mistaken flagging Tumblr's algorithm keeps doing (such as flagging any solid colour piece of clothing as nudity).

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Tumblr's occasional changes of policies and its random algorithmic flagging of posts and sudden removal of posts are reasons why I decided to self-host and why I am so appreciative of people helping me to keep the site up and pay for hosting, domain registration, and general site upkeep and improvements. :)   

Anyway, now I want to thank everybody who supported Escher Girls on Patreon in January!

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