#spirit of gotham

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Reluctant War AU Part 2

Part One

...I ended up writing more for that Reluctant War AU...Like. Wrote this before work and started on part 3 with plans for part 4 more.

this was supposed to just be a brain worm what happened (also thank you @catastrophic-crow for the AU name <3 <3 <3 Also, also: welcome to the cult of Ancient of the Speedforce Elle! Membership includes nonsense, shenanigans and chaos haha)

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Gotham had always been a place for ghosts.

Every corner haunted by death and tragedy.

Every street stained red at least once in its many years.

Every dark shadow holding the faint shadows and shades of the dead.

Gotham was, before all else, a grave yard.

Jason had known that his entire life. Every kid born and raised in the Alley did. Death came fast to Gotham’s streets. Especially for those the rest of the city turned its back on. He did his best to lighten the reaper’s load when it came to the people that called Crime Alley home. Well, mostly. He’d certainly added names to old Death’s list before, when the occasion called.

When the armies of the dead descended upon Gotham, the only surprise Jason could feel was that those white wearing pieces of shit had dared to try and hunker down in his city.

It was a sentiment shared by most of Gotham’s fine citizens. By the city itself - herself? Something to ask later, if there was a later - even if the impossible, living shadow that rose up out of Gotham’s many dark corners was anything to go by. He knew, almost instinctively, that the entity - skin of cracked pavement, mouth a bridge suspended too wide across the face, eyes of CCTV camera lenses and body built brick by grimy, bloody brick of the sharp skyline - was Gotham. Not a ghost but something bigger, greater. Something awfully, terribly alive in all its horrible, noble glory. His city, manifest in the shape almost human beneath the green glow of the torn apart sky above.

Phantom’s armies arrived without warning as they had everywhere else, and their enemies poured out in unforgivably unmarred white suits to meet them. Horrible and garish against the Gotham streets. How they’d ever managed to slink by unnoticed while being so blatantly, clearly not of Gotham Jason wasn’t sure he’d ever know.

If either side thought this would be like the battles they fought before, they were mistaken.

Gotham was a place for Ghosts.

A place the dead piled up, lingered well beyond their deaths. A place where the rules were different from everywhere else in the world. Where crime was rampant and chaos reigned but at the end of the day people said their thanks that they were born to this hellhole and not so cursed to call anywhere else in the world home.

The dead came to fight

And Gotham, a thing so alive it was sickening to look upon, rose up to fight right along side them all.

The agents were ready and prepared for the incursion of the dead. It’d been two weeks since the first volley of attacks. Two weeks spent shoring up defenses and ramping up weapons and strategizing ways to kill what was already dead. They were, as best as they were able to be considering how endless the armies that came for them, prepared.

They weren’t prepared for Gotham.

Weren’t prepared for the city itself to rise up and take spectral, eldritch shape. Jagged building spire and shattered glass teeth bared in a snarl that spanned miles. Screaming rage in a voice made of gunfire and the concussive boom of explosions and the shrieks of a furious crowd.

Weren’t prepared for its people to ignore the gentle ushering of the dead trying to push them away to safety and instead press forward to fight shoulder to shoulder with the ghostly armies.

Weren’t prepared to have brick and bottles and trash and debris rain down upon them from the jeering living. Weren’t prepared for dirty faced children with hard eyes to light up rags stuffed into chipped beer bottles filled with gas and kerosene and throw them with more speed an accuracy than any professional baseball player. Weren’t ready for Gotham’s motley crew of terrifying Rogues to band together with the citizens they so often accosted and worried and bring down wave after wave of chaos and Goons.

Weren’t prepared for Red Hood to swap out his rubber bullets for the real deal and start mowing the fuckers in white down, his own crew at his back, the rest of the Outlaws on their way.

The Justice League was trying to find a peaceful resolution. Trying to play go between to the US Government and the infinite dead. Too wound up in US politics to side with the dead outright, too disgusted by what the American government had done to ever want to stand with them. All it had gotten them was spun wheels and confusion and the slow creeping realization that the time to try and play negotiators had well passed.

Red Hood wasn’t a member of the Justice League.

He had no obligation to try and find a way to talk things out.

What he had was a grave he’d dug his way out of, enough ammunition to arm a sizable country, and a burning need to make things right.

Gotham had always been a place for ghosts, and Jason had long accepted that he was one of them.

Haunting the streets he’d survived as a child, the city he protected as Robin, the family he’d loved and lost a thousand and one times before and after his death.

The sky cracked open above his home, and it was not an invading army that came rushing out but a native one. Friends, neighbors, strangers on the street you caught from the corner of your eye. The people of Gotham knew their own and fought for them. Only Gotham was allowed to fucked with Gotham and they’d been screwed over enough by the government themselves to know what side they were on.

He lifted his guns and fired, teeth bared in vicious satisfaction beneath his helmet as white was splattered bright red.

A hissing electric whine of a weapon, a flash of green from the edge of his vision.

“Down!”

He was thrown bodily to the cracked and ruined street beneath him, the body shielding him warm and living as one of the agent’s weapon fired a blast of energy right where he’d been a second before. He’d seen that same weapon reduce one of the raging dead to dripping green and screams of agony the dead should not be capable of making.

Before he could shove himself up and respond in kind, the body above him was in motion and the air above him cracking with the snapping-popping-roar of a gun of a much higher power than even what he had. The fucker in white that had shot at him dissolved into a mist of red viscera, body seizing and shuttering in the briefest moment it had before it was obliterated completely.

“Watch yourself.” He looked up - and up - and wondered at the lovely, fierce face he found staring down at him. “Even without shooting at them you’re Liminal enough to trip their sensors.”

She was tall enough to be an amazon, six inches in height on him at least. Body strong beneath the pitch black armor she work - as deep and dark as the depths of space, etched with starlight, a familiar crest upon her chest in the dizzying burst of a supernova - she held herself with confidence. Strands of hair the color of a warning sunrise escaped out from beneath the helm she wore, bright against her pale skin, warming the glass-sharp teal eyes that had pinned him in place.

The hand not holding the gun she’d just used to delete the asshole that had just tried to shoot him - a strange, impossible thing that made him taste lightning at the back of his throat to look at it - stretched out to help him up.

He accepted it.

Something pulsed to life in his chest. A piece forgotten where it’d been left behind, half buried in grave dirt and broken pieces of a casket he’d clawed his way out of. It burned like a hot coal in his chest, froze him with the same aching cold of a blizzard, crackled his nerves to life with lightning even as his brain popped and fried with the same sizzling energy.

On his feet, hair on end and body and Core pulsing with the need to fight, to rend and tear and scream for all done to him, his people, his home, he met the eyes of the woman before him. Her cool gaze softened, just a moment, just a second as she seemed to realize what had happened. Her hand, lighter than the armor she wore should allow it to be, tightened on his just a moment, mouth tilting from determined frown to soft understanding.

Gotham had always been a place for ghosts.

Jason had long accepted that he was one of them.

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Part Three

[tourettesdog]

DP x DC prompt where Pariah Dark was not always a lone ruler. 

A queen once stood by Pariah Dark’s side, though few remember the queen at all, let alone what became of her. 

Few know that she fled to the living world and took to her own slumber. That she has remained there, slowly corrupted by her long stay from the Infinite Realms and a wound to her core. 

A city sprung up around her place of rest. It took her name. 

Her dreams and power influence the city and its people. She loves her city, she loves her Knights that defend it, but there is a persistent darkness that lingers there. Her dreams are rarely pleasant, with her own corruption fueling her own nightmares. 

When Danny defeats Pariah Dark, when she feels that rotten connection at last sever, Gotham stirs.

[daydreaming-bee]

Lady Gotham

I’ve been reading some DPxDC fanfics lately and I love the many differences people describe Lady Gotham.

Im thinking of doing an art piece of all variations of Lady Gotham

So just comment a description of your thought of what Lady Gotham would look like (and if you got a description from a fanfic: link it)

I’ll post the drawing when done!

[impyssadobsessions]

Ok I got this idea LOL idk how to make it work so I just spread the idea for anyone to take. Ghosts feed off emotion, fear being the strongest. What if joker's gas actually down plays that emotion and thanks to Gotham keeping ectoplasm for herself, and even feeding off Danny.. Danny figures out he's powerless as his friends are dying. Anyways Joker having fun with this kid that looks and acts far too much like bat's kids. Danny having to figure out how to keep his friends from dying while dancing around joker. Bats come in at a very wrong time.. danny just telling them to save everyone. ok bad explaining as usual but what inspired this is a random writing excerpt I made :D

Danny had made an unfortunate discovery. His powers, like all ghosts, were based on emotion. Other's emotions. Even worse, the strongest one was fear. Fear fed on itself and grew stronger and stronger. And what made him discover this, made his heart sink with dread. He was stuck powerless in Gotham as his friends were laughing themselves to death along with other hostages in the room. Danny cursed at himself for listening to Sam. He should have phased them out of there, regardless of Batman's no meta rule. Now the only fear emitting into the room was his own. They were too far from others for him to feed off of, and ectoplasm was low. No.. more like the ectoplasm was being pulled away from the ground of Gotham and seeping into some other being that was far too greedy. “Well, well, well~ Look what we have here? A little party pooper!” A man with green hair and clown painted face cackled, as he waltz his way over to Danny. The black-hair teen ripped his eyes from his friends, glaring at the man. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fist, while he stayed knelt over his friends. “Funny, most parties I've seen at least has music.” Danny was feeling sweat dripping off his face. He needed to do something fast, but if he couldn't transform.. then he wasn't sure what else he isn't able to do. Not like this man looked fit, but... Danny knew danger when he sees it. “Ah, but this is music! To my ears at least, ehehehehe!”

[zeestarfishalien]

Cursed DC x DP thought

TW: cannibalism

What if Gotham has so much ambient ectoplasm and so few/no ghosts bc Sentient!Gotham either passes the ghosts into the zone or eats them (extra cursed vers: she eats all of them).

Could be there's a mirror gotham city in GZ like in Change in Management (by voidwriting on AO3) or could just be that she tosses newformed ghosts in GZ to land where they may.

There's an eerie feel to the night air when Gotham stalks the streets looking for her ghostly prey.

Jason gets a pass bc he's not full ghost + he was Robin and still works as her protector as Red Hood (or perhaps it's only because he doesn't have a ghost form or has yet to transform).

Liminals are safe since they count as living beings, but half dead or more and you're potentially on the dinner menu, especially if you are in your ghost form.

As long as Danny remains in his human form, he's relatively safe, but shed that and he may come face to face with the shadowy monster that eats her own kind and he will have to either strike a bargain or fight her for his right to continue existing.

[Inspirations for this are Change in Management (linked above) Love Me, Normally by bewildered_soop

dp x dc ghost cannibalism post

Tumblr kinda ghost cannibalism fic

[half-dead-ham]

GUYS GUYS GUYS

(Tw: talk of sacrifice, death by burning, starvation, and asphyxiation, knives, cults, and skeletons)

Y'know how the Batpham community has made all these great headcanons about the Spirit of Gotham? How she's either this regal heiress from the city's founding or a pretty flapper from the 20's? Well I got some news for you!

Meet Dominique!

I was reading the Batman comics to figure out when Tim came onto the scene (for curiosity) and stumbled onto this dame in issue #454!

Behold, the Spirit of Gotham!

So, for those not interested in reading this lovely little piece, Batman is on the way to stop the Riddler, who has been making Batsy do some weird things for clues; Mouth to mouth on a hanged man, Dancing with a corpse, Dancing in front of a horned goat, to name a few.

And why is he doing this you ask? Why to summon the Demon Barbathos, of course! And the book that good ol' Eddie got has been telling him (yes telling him, the creepy black magic book is telling him that batman is the perfect sacrifice and he's just going with it) that to summon Barbathos he needs a "Human bat", and ofc Bruce fits that pretty damn well.

And then he pulls this out!

He says "the first Bat", as in, someone who has been put through this ritual before. Except, she didn't get to complete the right either (and from what I know about Barbathos, thank the gods for that). Just before the people who were using her to preform the ritual were gonna actually, y'know, they got spooked, sealed the cellar they were doing the ritual in, and moved to Canada.

Leaving her in the cellar to die of either oxygen deprivation or starvation. (There is a panel I the comic for that, but she's nude and I ain't gonna show that here.) And until the Riddler opens that cellar to preform the summoning with Batsy, it was sealed for 200 years (her being in there from 1765, a lot older than that flapper ver of her.)

Now, why do I bring all this up when she's just a memory and a skeleton for the Riddler to base his plans off of? Because she and Bruce talk. And she calls herself the Spirit of Gotham.

She's been trapped in that cellar for 200 years, waiting for Batman to free her from it. And as Riddler sets fore to the warehouse under it she tells him of how she died in there.

Now, all this is really cool in of itself. Batman knows the spirit of Gotham is real, and has talked to her. But the kicker? Bruce feels a kinship with her. When Bruce is seeing these images of her they become real. And the spirit tells batman they are "brother and sister of the bat."

(Also Dominique asks if Bruce's a demon, and I find that just a little funny.)

So they get out with a little help from Alfred, and Bruce is holding Dominique's skeleton. Kinda melancholy way to end. But what does Bruce do to honor this girl and spirit? He puts her next to his parents in their family mausoleum.

And that's pretty sweet, right? Letting her rest with the Wayne's so she could have a proper grave?? But wait, it gets better. Bruce decides to put this on her stone:

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH Holy flying furballs Batman! You just called Dominique your sister! The spirit of Gotham is Bruce's spiritual sister and its confirmed canon! This has so much fukkin potential and we as a community have been sleeping on it!

Just. Please. I need to see Dominique the spirit of Gotham and spiritual aunt to the Batkids in a fic, please!

Thank you for coming to my 1:30 am ted talk.

[croutonconfidential]

if gotham had a guardian spirit this is absolutely what i belive gotham worl look like

the pins on her trenchcoat represent some rouges or key parts of Gotham (who is technically 'they' on account of... what's the proper pronoun for a city? cuz i don't know but let's go with 'she' cuz i can't imagine Gotham being a 'he' for some reason but 'they is valid since Gotham is a city and therefore beyond gender) and all the little pins she wearing represent either rouges or key parts of what makes Gotham (since its probably hard to see them here's a list (there's one for the penguin. riddler, two face, Wayne tech and the court of owls, and i guess the batterangs and fear bombs in her trenchcoat pockets count for batman and scarecrow, there's even a bangle over her boot for cat woman cuz i love her and i want her seen)

cuz of the cannon fact that Gotham is built over a Lazarus pit i had this idea for it being why Gotham has a spirit, that and the ley lines, door to hell(whatever the heck it said on the wiki cuz there's different earth where all those things are cannon either way) Gotham is probably one of the few cities with a spirit

i totally headcanon her bleeding Lazarus juice/ectoplasm-ish stuff (i got inspired from danny phantom dc crossover talk sue me) and since she represents the city itself i feel like her appearance would shift a bit, like the colors of her clothes would shift a few shades to match with the majority of what Gotham's people are wearing or smething like that

oki story with the pearls I Imagine after alls said and done(ie: nerfing joker and victor szazs and fixing the city up) Gotham goes up to bruce and gives him his mothers pearls from the night she and Thomas got murdered and they're all stringed back together and cleaned up expertly (cuz Gotham is all its people, that includes the swanky people that know how to take care of pearls so id assume she can get that knowledge easy cuz if Gotham is Gotham id imagine her being omnipotent in city limits) and she just gives him a hug cuz goddammit she may have gotten sick and tired of the revolving door of rouges but the bat clan was the some of the only people trying to fix and change Gotham for the better instead of just surviving and living in their comfy little boxes

(omigod there should be this thing where Gotham mothers all her babies as cryptid mom. every parent is triple parenting with Gotham and not even knowing it. let her find all the lost toys and stuffed animals that kids cant get cuz they left it somewhere they couldn't retrieve them. show me Gotham ghost nanny! this would hit all the feels. and she'd parent everyone cuz every person that lives in Gotham is her baby, no one is safe from the love of Gotham.)

and oh dip Gotham, my babe, she would have felt really sad ending joker cuz clown or not that was one of hers and she knew who he was before the chemical jacuzzi happened but she knew that joker was only a shade of who he once was and now he was an infection of crazy that was screwing up the city

it would have been like cutting out an infected wound and cauterizing it, painful but necessary but painful nonetheless

and Gotham was still Gotham her people's blood flow in her street andinto her storm drains. she knows violence, Gotham is only as capable as her people, she would be brutal when seeking her dues because the property damage hurt her form, from the body to her clothes but most of all it hurt her citizens and so many are dead

but even in her crusade, there are those she doesn't touch who some would argue should not have been spared of Gotham's retribution

but the thing is that while Gotham couldn't stand by anymore to watch the serial killers run rampant Gotham is a city of crime, its been a constant since its inception, and even the rouges belong to Gotham. she was covered in blood and she will die in blood but she refused to drown in it

crime is what defines Gotham, there's a dark and lightness to every city but Gotham has always been a little darker than most. and some would argue that it's that darkness that makes Gotham whole

after all, even bats retire in their caves when the sun comes up

@im-totally-not-an-alien-2 (i thought youd like to see this since you had ideas for this and i dont know how to fricking approach people on tumblr so this is how im doing it, but anyway thanks for being a major source of inspo for this!)

[void-writing]

The Spirit of Gotham

Here’s my design for Gothi (more or less)!

I’m still absolutely in love with @doodlesforfics​ design (and I’ll probably still fiddle with mine tbh), but this is what I imagine her looking like :)

[friendlylifecherry]

It would be really cool to have a Batman storyline where some sort of "Spirit of Gotham" being arose from the incredibly cursed city as this horrid smog monster that will snatch up random people with the only indication being big, bright yellow eyes shining down on the target like the world's harshest spotlights before they vanish. The only reason it's proven to not be a slow-moving Rapture is because it managed to get Joker during a standard scheme and as we all know, the Joker ain't going to heaven and most people are convinced he's blackmailing/threatening the devil to never take him to hell.

Batman finds the source, the bone-deep rot in a cave beneath the city, and manages to get everyone out (even the Joker, who is going right back to Arkham), but as some parting words, Gotham whispers to him.

"Oh my darling son, you fight so hard for your ideals, to keep me safe from the monsters. But there are some monsters that you can't fight, rot you can't root out, a corruption in Gotham you will never be able to win against. For it was mixed into my blood and bones that I shall devour my children, and you are the most beloved of them all."

Batman does his best to ignore it, but he makes plans, just in case Gotham decides to swallow him whole as well

[sentient-stove]

“Not Metropolis?”

“If I’m going to be dealing with superheroes, I don’t want to also deal with aliens.”

She was still keeping decent pace with him- perks of not actually being a person he guessed- but Gotham was getting on his nerves. Probably on purpose, the city didn’t want him here and She apparently was willing to annoy him to a second death over it.

“And New York?”

“Shit’s fucked.” Danny offered. “I don’t even want to know what’s going on there.”

“Gods. Above the Empire State Building.” She said, and he tripped on cracked sidewalk, barely slowing his run.

“See? You’re my best bet. I’m late for class and your school’s the opposite direction.”

“I don’t go to school.”

“Tell that to your ‘Gotham Academy for the wealthy or whatever the name is’ uniform and your schoolgirl ponytail.”

“I’m a representation of the people.” She shot him a look, eyes again glowing as the spirit tapped into the the energy around her. “Amity Park, go home.”

“Lady Gotham, respectfully. Nah.”

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Gotham loved all her children fiercely.

Every single parent working three jobs, every corrupt politician lining their pockets with tax payer money, every exhausted student scraping by on rent, every doctor, drug dealer, lawyer and killer. She loved them all. Even those she hated beyond words, beyond ability to comprehend, those of her children so filled with evil not even a mother’s love could excuse or condone, even those she still loved.

They were all pieces of herself. As much a part of her as her cracked pavement and unruly parks and dirty cobblestone street skin, as the smoke and smog and storming haze of her hair, as the glint of her stained glass and cctv eyes. Her Populous made her as much as she made them, over years more cursed than blessed, shaping her with their stubbornness and pride and strength.

She did not love equally though. 

It was not something that guilted her. That all children should have equal parts affection were concerns of living things. And though it could never be argued that the Spirit of Gotham was anything but alive, it is not the same as being living. She is a City Spirit, first and foremost. Her children are counted in the millions, and though she knows every second of every life that call her home, there are those that she gives more of her love to than others.

Her Bats and Birds, who flit around her jagged skylines and down her shadowed streets and gave all of themselves to trying to protect so many. She loved them dearly, wanted to do everything in her power to care for them as they cared for her. Had done everything, when it became clear that she hadn’t power enough.

A deal with the King Infinite could be a dangerous thing, a great risk only the most reckless were willing to entertain.

But the King that had instilled such an apprehension in the Infinite Realms was gone now. Stripped of crown and ring and title, consumed in his entirety by his conqueror - though it had taken time and a great deal of danger for the new King to complete that right - Pirah Dark was a bad memory.

Phantom was something else.

And Gotham was willing to be a little reckless in trusting the whispers of her dead that their new ruler was a fair and kind one. That his Obsession was not with power, but with Protection.

That the King could use a little Protection himself, on the mortal side.

She’d made an offer, a Deal.

The King’s Grave Mother accepted on his and their Grave’s behalf. If it was, perhaps, a little underhanded to speak with the Queen Mother rather than the King himself, well. Gotham was born of shady dealings, the language of slanted deals was her first, and she could craft contracts that would put any Fae or Demon to shame.

It was a good deal though. Equal and fair for both sides. She’d been born of human kindness and empathy too, though they were not as easy a touch stone.

The King was kind, and hurt and in need of a protector of his own. His Grave were doing his best, but Halfa were things Between. They could not live all on one side of the veil completely. They needed a place on the mortal side, where they would not need to fear being hunted. Gotham could give them that. Gotham could be that.

What she asked for in return wasn’t so great a price.

If, perhaps, upon the King and his Grave taking up residence within the bounds of her Populous, she gained more than just the power she asked? A mere coincidence. Surely. The other City Spirits were just bitter that their more straight forward Populous hadn’t allowed them to think of such a scheme, to claim otherwise.

Besides, she thinks it still worked out equal enough. Companionship for some of her lonely Birds meant companionship for the King and his Grave as well after all. 

Even if it took a bit of nudging to get them all to fall in place. It was a mother’s right to meddle in the lives of her children, after all. Her duty to help ensure they found good partners. And she was hardly the first parent to feel that nothing short of royalty was good enough for her children.

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Blurb from me figuring out the vibe between the Spirit of Gotham and the Pham in my Gotham’s Favorite Therapist Jazz AU. Also a writing prompt for anyone who wants to run with this haha

Believe it or not, this originally popped up because I had the idea “What if the person Gotham loves most in the world is Alfred because he looks after her favorite kids?” and it turned into this lol Eventually I’ll actually write the scene where Alfred and Gotham sit down and have tea together and talk about their kids.

In this AU/my headcanons Grave is the term Ghosts use to reference family (in the context of people you love and care for, doesn’t have to be actual blood relations or anything and more often than not is used to describe found family).

I just like the idea of a grave being seen as a place of peace and rest and for actual dead/ghosts you find that not in a literal grave but in the people you call your own. Also just like the alliteration of “A Grave of Ghosts” lol

Also have the idea that a Grave has a social structure similar to wolves not in the sense of the shitty incorrect misunderstanding with alpha/beta/omega sense, but in the sense that it’s all family dynamics with one or more families grouped together with parents generally trying to wrangle/look after everyone else. The head(s) of a Grave is called a Grave Parent/Father/Mother (in this case, Jazz being the Grave Mother).

Not referenced in here but gonna add it here anyway: I like the idea that the concept of “Ghost King” is meant to actually be more like “Grave Parent to all Graves and ghosts” rather than actual king, and that Pirah Dark just kinda fucked that whole vibe up with his shit. Just really like the idea of things going back to that with Danny having a more protector role and ghosts start using the title “Grave Father” for him (maybe with some misunderstanding of what that means and folks not in the know thinking it some ominous title lol).

Don’t have time to tag everyone who asked at the moment, but I’ll come back & do that later after work

[tourettesdog]

An owly rendition of a Spirit of Gotham.

Six wings. Has three vents on either side of her neck that smoke slightly. Ichor drips from the “face” and these vents, and can congeal into a face-like structure with an indefinite amount of eyes and teeth. 

[satoshy12]

Angel Bat Danny

Bruce had been floating through this green place already for a few hours. That tiny, white-haired, winged boy with a halo found him and brought him to a place to stay.

It was a pretty nice Greek place, and he saw many people. Even met Pandora, you would think Diana would have end up here.

++ It was not Bruce's Fault ! Really! BELIEVE HIM!!

Well, he adopted the Angel Boy Daniel, after a few hours of knowing him. Had the papers too done.

+ And after maybe 2 or 3 weeks in the Zone but real world just few days, he was back in the Watch Tower, seeing the Justice League. It looks like John was able to bring back his soul. + A few days later, an Angel Bat appeared in Gotham, saving the town by making all the Joker Gas gone with a beat of his wings and healing them with a 2 beat.

+ Phantom:" Papa!" Batman:" Oh! Come here. I did promise you Burgers."

Later. Dick:" You were dead for just 2 days! And you had time to adopt Angel!" Bruce: "Don't blame me."

++ For Public it's now The Holy City Gotham??

[bluerosefox]

Over Tea

A sudden chill sweeps through Gotham, almost like Mr. Freeze had just attacked only thing was the man was currently locked away in Arkham, and was felt by all. And talked by all via word of mouth and on social media as well.

The clouds and smog that covered their dark city shifted and swirled, a rumble beginning deep inside them as the weather turned from smoggy to rain and thunder with no real warning. The strangest thing was the green glow that could be seen when thunder rumbled inside the gray clouds.

Then like a candle being blown out, the rumbling stopped, the rain ended, and the clouds parted all over Gotham.

For the first time in a while Gotham had a clear sky and it felt... it felt like something heavy had been lifted off the city.

It was this sudden shift and the all felt chill that had set off alerts for Batman and his family. Since early morning since the first change and shift happened he was in front of the Batcomputer trying to narrow down where it started.

After hours of searching with the help of Red Robin, Oracle and strangely enough Red Hood, they managed to narrow down where the odd power had been coming from.

Was still coming from, only very low.

The old and abandoned observatory tower.

-x-x-

"More ecto-tea Lady Gotham?" Danny asked, his hand waving towards the steaming pot nearby.

The woman smiled lightly, her dark painted lips curling up to show her sharp fangs for a moment before saying "No but thank you Young Kingling though I would like more cookies if you don't mind. Now where were we?"

Danny nodded towards her and signaled towards a maid skeleton ghost who walked forward with a tray of cookies. The maid swiftly placed a few more cookies on the spirit embodiment of Gotham plate before bowing and stepping away.

"We were just about to discuss the sentience of the Court of Owls." Danny said as he lightly tapped the large almost mountain of paperwork on the table they were sitting at, floating high above the floor as shooting stars and planets drifted around them. Many ghosts floated around as well, servants that had sworn their loyalty to the Young King, and were preparing things like snacks and drinks for two powerful beings in the room as they discussed business. Nearby doors and windows though were ghostly knights that stood tall and alert, making sure no interlopers interrupted the meeting taking place and ready to defend not only Lady Gotham but their King.

"Ah yes them." Lady Gotham grimaced as she took a drink of her ecto-tea. "That will take some time for us to discuss, they've been running around unchecked for to long and even with my limited abilities to hinder them has been less than ideal."

"You, Lady G, were deeply cursed for many, many years and I just broke most of it." Danny cut in quickly, he was not about to let this wonderful and powerful city spirit blame herself for something out of her hands "Due to said curse you couldn't do much so please don't go blaming yourself. Its mostly broken now, so you can freely start healing yourself and your city self now that jerk demon that cursed you is in Walker's prison for his crimes."

Lady Gotham grew silent for a moment, her dark eyes staring deeply at the young King but then warmly smiled, well as warm as she could seeing how she was Gotham itself. "You reminded me of my Knight, Young King, treating me like this. Not afraid to point out the truth and facts."

Danny gave a light laugh as he took a hold of one of the cookies on his plate and gave a bite "I'll take that as a compliment Lady Gotham. Now about those Court of Owls...."

[nerdpoe]

Spirit Halloween Meet Cute AU short

The ritual was well underway, and Bruce could see Dick choking on a strange liquid the cultists were forcing down his throat. It was the same liquid that filled the small pool he was restrained in.

It was Lazarus Waters.

As if that wasn't enough, drawn in blood on the ground was a strange sigil, presumably for invoking something or someone.

And Bruce knew he was out of time; if he wanted Dick to survive, he couldn't wait for a JLD member.

He had to move.

He broke the skylight and crashed into the middle of the enemy, trusting his team to follow. The fighting was mostly a blur, with Bruce's sole focus on getting to a now-limp Nightwing.

And then the sigil lit up.

From the Lazarus water Dick was resting in, a figure started to emerge.

It appeared to be a man around the same age as Bruce, a little taller than him, with snow white hair and glowing green eyes. He was haloed with an ethereal light as he picked up Dick's unconscious body like it was nothing.

Bruce did not think.

Only vaguely aware of the cries of despair behind him, Bruce launched himself at the strange being and decked it in the face.

The being reeled back, and Bruce used its distraction to rip Dick out of its arms.

Bruce darted back enough to hand Dick off to a swearing Jason, and readied himself to go after the being again.

But the being just stood there, hand to its face as it stared at him in...awe?

"You're a human," it-he-said, appearing amazed, "And you actually managed to hurt me."

Bruce bared his teeth in a facsimile of a smile.

"I can make it hurt a lot worse, too-"

"Marry me."

...

"...What?"

"Wait, did I say that outloud?"

"I can't...I don't even know who you are. So. Marriage is not. Uh." Bruce fumbled, unsure of how to handle this turn of events.

"My moniker is Phantom, my name is Danny, and I'm going to disappear now and act like I don't exist."

There was an overwhelming pressure, his ears popped, and Bruce's opponent was...gone.

"Tt. He is clearly not good enough for you."

"Cute."

"Black Bat, no; watching out father figure flirt is not cute. B, if you're done swooning, we need to finish mopping up the cultists."

[jaytriesstuff]

DPxDC Prompt

PTA Rivalry: Bruce Wayne vs The Spirit of Gotham

Danny is adopted by the spirit of Gotham. He goes to school with Damian. Lady Gotham is on the PTA and is Bruce’s PTA nemesis. It’s one-sided.

Gotham adores Bruce and is so proud of how hard he’s trying for his birds and how much he does for her city.

Bruce is one bake sale away from declaring war. He brought cookies. How dare this PTA mom also bring cookies. Obviously Alfred’s are better.