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poison-shark · 1 year

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Gotham Bound

Description: Cece Waldron is moving in with her supervillain aunts after being granted a scholarship to a private high school. Slice of Life kinda stuff ensues. But then she receives more than a couple of surprises. Watch out, Gotham City. (Gods, I suck at descriptions)

Characters: Cece Waldron (OC), Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, Delia and Lucy Quinzel (Mentioned), The Quinzel Brothers (Mentioned), Nick and Phyllis Quinzel (Mentioned), Special Guest OC

CW: ADHD/Autistic Character gets mildly overestimated, Needles (On like a flu shot level), Blood (a few drops), Shady Adults are still kinda shady, Two people disagree for like a second, New Jersey, Brooklyn (Mentioned), Florida (Also Mentioned I think)

Word Count: 4299

(A/N: Dunno whether or not to make this a full fix. Comment and lemme know pls and thx <3)

Minors DNI -> Nothing is Explicit I'm just covering my bases for the future

Cece’s head was spinning as she peeled her forehead off of the seat in front of her. She had known it was a bad idea to read on the train, but she just couldn't help herself. The trip was excruciatingly dull when the only thing to do was stare out the window at New Jersey’s landfill-ridden countryside for four hours. She had updated herself on all of her favorite YouTube channels while waiting for the train to arrive, so the way Cece saw it she had no choice but to indulge in some Agatha Christie. The motion sickness must have gotten the better of her and put her to sleep judging by the dribble on her chin.

Affixing her glasses that had fallen into her open palm, she lifted her head to check her trip status on the Amtrak app. The plastic of her phone charm clacked against her charm bracelet as she unplugged it from the charger. Only ten minutes left. Had she really spent two hours taking a nap? As she shook her head back into reality once more, blue eyes glanced down at something nudging her feet. The novel she had been reading had not been as fortunate as her eyewear and landed pages down on her cherry-shaped duffle bag, the paperclip she'd been using as a bookmark had been cast to the floor. She cursed to herself and let out a sigh as she leaned down to grab her things and pop them back in her backpack on the seat next to her.

The remainder of the ride into the city was spent gazing out nervously at the Gotham skyline. Gloom and fog hung thick in the air as the rain beat against the windows of the car. What little light there was seemed to be emanating from the city itself despite the fact that it was nearing six o'clock. Cece didn't know if the AC was cranked up or if it was just the fact that they were above the bay, but the compartment was far too cold for early September. She slipped on her red hoodie and shook off the unnatural chill, hoping it wasn't some infamous ice villain deciding to wreak havoc on the train. Somehow, she figured her aunties wouldn't be too pleased knowing some hooligan with superpowers caused her trouble. As the bright lights and neo-gothic architecture loomed ever nearer in the distance, she hoped her future in Gotham City was more exhilarating than the journey there.

Once her feet hit the platform of Gotham Train Station she immediately stumbled back a little. The smells got to her first; pretzels, sandwiches, cigarettes, and human waste. The fluorescent lights cast everything in an eerie green glow that did nothing but worsen Cece's headache. Not to mention the noise of hundreds of people and the screeching of trains. Eager to exit the platform she beelined it up the concrete stairs, bolted through the main dais (completely ignoring the massive, gorgeous, marble hub), and busted out of the revolving door and onto the granite steps outside the station with her luggage in tow.

Hastily, she threw her hood over her head, hiding her low strawberry-blonde pigtail braids, in an attempt to shield herself from the downpour. She pushed her glasses back up the bridge of her nose and scanned the crowd for one of her aunts, eventually coming up empty, so she shot one of them a text.

Within seconds her aunt replied with a, ‘Be there in a sec,’ and sure enough, a fluorescent, pink helmeted blonde came barreling over the hill on roller skates. In front of her was a shopping cart with a soaked sheet of paper plastered to the front, but as she got closer Cece could begin to read the letters that bled through the disintegrating paper. ‘Welcome Home, Nugget!” it read in bright blue, undoubtedly once scented, marker. Smiley-face stickers flew off in a trail behind her as she dodged pedestrians, hurtling toward her niece at an uncontrollable pace.

The grin on Cece’s face as her aunt pulled over at the bottom of the steps practically split her face in half. The tall woman gazed up the stairs with an equally deranged smile and outstretched her arms toward the child, making a quick flexing motion with her fingers. Excitement buzzed through the small girl’s body, now faced with the reality of being reunited with her aunt. From the top of the steps, she launched her luggage into the cart before backing up and taking a running start, leaping off of the wet stone. Her aunt caught her effortlessly, spinning her around with glee as the two embraced.

“Auntie Harley!”

“Welcome home, Nugget! How was the trip?” her voice cut through the rain like a stray sunbeam, warm and mildly disruptive. She placed her niece back on the ground and nodded to the cart’s main basket. Getting the hint, Cece climbed in.

“It was okay, mostly boring. My head hurts.” the girl complained, adjusting herself against the metal. Her aunt unhooked a neon orange helmet from inside the shopping cart and tossed it to her with a knowing smirk.

“Which book was it?”

“Murder On the Orient Express,”

“Classic! Got to love good old Aggie!” her aunt leaned down and ruffled her hair, “Alright, Nugget, helmet on! This thing doesn't have breaks!”

The pair rocketed uptown to a red-bricked apartment building across the street from the reservoir. Cece knew it was theirs instantly. It looked nearly identical to every other building on the block save for the fact that climbing plants had completely overtaken the sides and roof. They had even surrounded the door, blooming as the Quinzel women approached. The staircases were lined with potted plants that tilted their foliage upwards as the blondes made their way up to the apartment. It almost seemed like they were whispering. The apartment door opened with a slam and out popped her Aunt Ivy. Her red hair was braided to the side draping over an apron that read “What the Fucculent”.

“Hurry up and get inside, you two. Your steaks are gonna get cold.”

The air inside the apartment was a drastic change from the pea soup of the city. It was still humid, but warm, clean, and breathable. The kitchen was especially hot even with the vent fan blasting. On the counter, surrounded by overflowing planters of herbs, was a large plate piled high with steaks. Halfway climbing onto the counter were two massive hyenas, frozen in place as they were caught very obviously trying to snatch up the savory meal. All Auntie Harley did was raise her arms and the giant beasts launched over the counter, scrambled over the tile (knocking into each other rather comically), and tackled the tall blonde woman to the floor. The licking and sniffing didn't let up until Cece shifted the duffel on her shoulder. She was immediately given the same treatment. Bud and Lou hadn't seen her since she was ten so her mother wasn't sure if they would recognize her, but the way the carnivores knocked off her glasses to lick her face more effectively proved otherwise. Soon all four of them were a squirming, giggling mess. Aunt Ivy managed to steal away their attention however by placing the steaks in two dog bowls next to the front door.

Auntie Harley jumped to her feet and hauled the teen up with her and dragged her to the couch. Her aunt patted her head and tossed her the remote before rolling over to the cabinets and producing two plates. The blonde wheeled her way over toward her niece, spinning the plates on her fingertips and humming circus music as she glided. Ivy chuckled in amusement as she set the meat on the coffee table. The redhead removed the apron from her person and hung it on a nearby vine while another root fetched the silverware. Both women plopped down beside the fourteen-year-old and began eating.

“Peanut, skates.” Ivy reminded.

“Oh, right! Thanks, Buttercup!” She started to unlace her roller skates.

“You too, Peaches.”

“Yeah, Nugget! Take a load off!” the blonde demanded. Immediately, the teen kicked off her sneakers. Another root quickly snatched them away down the hall. Whilst her aunts distributed the food, she took it upon herself to flip through the channels on the tv.

“So, Peaches, are you excited about high school?” Aunt Ivy asked, taking a rather late bite of her steak.

“Yeah, it's pretty daunting though. I'm just glad mom thought it was too good of an opportunity to pass up.”

“You should come with us to orientation, Ives! Go on, Trouble, tell her about your class!” Cece put down the bite of steak she was about to take.

“It’s called ‘Art, Science, and Nature’. It's like environmental science mixed with art class. It looked cool so I thought I’d take it next semester to give myself a break from playwriting class.” Ivy’s expression barely shifted, but the room filled with a subtle floral scent, and spindly blue flowers sprouted from her hair.

“That sounds wonderful, Peaches. Let me know if you’ll be needing any help.” Her earnestness took physical form as more flora bloomed throughout the apartment. Cece smiled as she flipped the channel over to the news in her search.

“Will do, Aunt I-”

“- The old Nestler Textile plant is set to be demolished tomorrow morning to make way for the new Wayne Pet Rescue Shelter,” informed the news anchor, “This is immediately following the buyout of Nestler Textiles by Wayne Enterprises after the former’s pollution fiasco last week. We were unable to get a quote from former C.E.O. Richard Nestl-” Cece flipped the channel once more and settled on the classic cartoon reruns. The green woman simply crossed her arms and leaned back with a sneer.

“Of course, that nasty meat suit has nothing to say for himself. Pumping all those pollutants into the bay, poisoning the water, destroying The Green. He’s just lucky the bat was there to keep me from strangling him with my babies.”

“Would you believe it, Munchkin? He poisoned nearly half the city and they're gonna let him off with a slap on the wrist!” Harley exclaimed, “That reminds me, Nugget, don't drink the tap water. At least not until the city filters all that crud out.” She wagged a finger at her niece. “Or until you're up to date on your shots.” The teen cocked her head to the side.

“My shots? I'm up to date. Went to the clinic last week for physicals.” The blonde doctor glanced at the chipped varnish on the floorboards.

“Well, Kiddo, as you know Gotham’s a pretty dangerous place,” her tone was laced with a cautiousness that her aunt hadn't used in years, “and sometimes your Aunt Ivy and I can instigate danger, so while you're staying with us we wanted to make sure you're prepared.”

“We asked your mother and she permitted us to give you an immunity vaccine.” Doctor Pamela Isley was never one to beat around the bush.

“Basically, it'll just keep you from croaking if you bump into Ivy while living here.”

“You'll be insusceptible to most toxins, but it comes with side effects.”

“Like what?” Cece questioned, popping more steak in her mouth.

“Heightened strength and speed, but only slightly. You'll still be mostly normal.”

“Well, as normal as a Quinzel gets, y’know? But we're not gonna force you to take the shot if you don't want t-”

“-If you say it's safe and you think it'll help then I'm sold.”

“Really?” Both of her aunts eyed her with varying degrees of skepticism.

“Of course!” the bespectacled girl reassured them, “If you two think it's necessary and Mom said it was fine then sure. Have at my arteries!” She shrugged and finished off her steak. Swiftly, she snatched up her and Aunt Ivy’s plates and slid on her socks over to the sink, and started washing.

“Remember-” Ivy barely had to remind her.

“Turn the water off while soaping them up. I got it.” Harley grinned at her niece, brimming with pride.

After the clown queenpin finished dinner, Ivy retreated to the bathroom to grab her equipment. Minutes later she emerged with a syringe, some gloves, ethanol, a cotton pad, and a glass medicine vial containing a swirling purple liquid. She handed the materials off to her wife who quickly slapped on the gloves before she grabbed the pad and placed it at the mouth of the alcohol bottle. She tipped it over, sure to saturate cotton enough, and took the pad to her niece's arm, rubbing small circular motions into the flesh. The psychiatrist then removed the plastic cap on the needle and stabbed it into the metal cap of the vial, measuring slightly over the amount. She squeezed the syringe a bit to remove any air and adjust the amount, which caused some of the liquid to squirt out. When the purple liquid was exposed to the air it transmuted into a green vapor.

“Cool,” Cece remarked, eyebrows raised and clearly fascinated. Ivy chuckled at the girl’s wonder. Meanwhile, her other aunt had jabbed her arm with the needle already and was pushing the stopper down evenly. The teen twinged in pain as the solution settled into her bloodstream. “That does not feel great.”

“Tastes worse, trust me,” warned Harley.

“Wait, you mean I could have just drunk it?”

“Believe me, Nugget, this was the least painful option.” Her aunt discarded the used materials in the trash can by the door.

“Bullshit! You just wanted to play doctor,” she smirked. The taller blonde turned dramatically and scoffed.

“Honey,” she mockingly flipped her hair, “I don't gotta play doctor. I am a doctor!” With each word her Brooklyn accent thickened.

“Of course, you are, Peanut.” chimed Ivy, earning a laugh from their younger relative.

“Red!” Harley whined.

The green woman placed a quick peck on her wife’s cheek as she moved back to the couch. She snatched up a book from under the coffee table, flitted through it, identified where she left off and tuned out the world. Harley sauntered over to her niece, swinging an arm around the girl’s shoulders and hugging her close, she walked them both past the breakfast bar. “Wanna see your room?”

“Duh!” the teen responded fervently.

The former supervillain led her niece to a dark wood door beside the kitchen. Moss and lichen sprawled across the paneled surface, coating the door in a glittering green carpet while the orange of the lichens spelled out her name. As the teenager reached for the shoddy doorknob to reveal her home for the next four years, her aunt paused her.

“Before we go in there, I wanna make sure you know that if you don't like it we can always change it. Y’know, move some stuff, repaint, and such? So don't feel like you have to like it just because we set it up and you don't want to hurt our feelings.” Cece’s arms wrapped around her aunt in an instant and Harley patted her hair comfortingly as she squeezed back. “Alrighty! You ready?” Cece nodded her head vigorously. “Okay, okay, okay! Close your eyes, Nugget! Pammy, get the camera!”

Hands quickly shrouded the fourteen-year-old’s vision as she stumbled for the knob. Pushing inwards, she released her grip as she was coaxed forward a few paces into the room. “Okay, Trouble! Open those peepers!”

The first thing Cece noticed was that the quilting on the bed matched the patchwork curtains framing the window it was pushed against. As her fuzzy socks padded across the beige carpet, she took in the wallpaper, obviously new, on her way to the bed. It was cream and bright, unlike the rest of the apartment’s faded and stained yellow, and printed on it were strands of lovely orange flowers. The fresh coat of sage green was smooth atop the frame that encased the mattress. When she drifted her fingers over the iron there was no trace of her great-grandmother's old headboard, save for the shape of the welded metal.

“Is this actually Gee-Bee’s bed?”

“Well, it's a new mattress, but yeah. Your Uncle Barry and Uncle Frankie fixed it up for you before they brought everything up.”

“Everything?” Her aunt motioned to the end table directly beside the girl’s new bed. Cece could hear the roaring of her blood and the beating of her heart.

“This was Zayde’s,” She placed a hand gingerly on the nightstand, the walnut cold against her skin.

“Yep! Now, it's yours!”

“And Buh-Beeps just let you have it?”

“Nope!” popped Harley, “Hell no! She let you have it. Ma doesn't even remotely trust me with this stuff, but, and I quote, ‘Gotham’s a scary place, Harleen! She needs to feel as comfortable as possible! Better just give her the full set.’” The teen’s eyes morphed into dinner plates as she scanned the room for more of her grandfather’s things.

There, adjacent to the door, blocked by the comfiest-looking orange leather armchair, drowning in cardboard boxes, was the matching writing desk. The one she'd adored as a child, sitting in Zayde’s lap as he taught her how to play poker or watch him write his memoirs. On said desk, now in her new room, was her most recent Quinzel family photo, framed in a novelty Harley Quinn picture frame, illuminated by her grandfather's stained glass desk lamp.

Across from the window, on the opposite side of the room, stood the holy grail of Zayde’s possessions. The bookcase. She strode the width of the small room and at once skimmed her fingers along the side, between the wood and the plaster that made up her closet. Her fingers finally brushed a clear piece of tape and began intently pressing her digits into the same area of walnut. Soon she felt it; the divet where two different seams of lumber met. Cece made quick work of the tape and pushed up at the fissure, revealing a small velvet compartment that housed the tiny brass key. Removing the key from its cubby, the teen unlocked the glass-paneled doors of the antique shelving. It was as if the cabinet had let forth a fierce gust of wind, knocking the air out of her lungs. “We wanted you to put the books in yourself. Lucy thinks you're particular and your mom said you didn't like it when people touch your stuff without permission.”

“They're both right,” she confirmed, still gaping at the impressive piece of furniture.

“Same goes for your clothes. They're all in those boxes on the desk. Your hamper and Gee-Bee’s dresser are in the closet too, just to give you some extra storage.”

The teen paused as she went to slide open the closet door, noting the odd texture of the charcoal-colored paint. “Do you like it? It's chalkboard paint! It was your Uncle Ezzie’s idea! He thought that if you're gonna go to fancy art high school, you should have somewhere fancy to put all the big creative brainstorms you're gonna have! Pretty cool, right?” At that, the young blonde started tearing up, grateful to her hood for hiding her expression from her aunt.

“Yeah,” she agreed, sliding the door open, “it's way cool.” Once the wooden panel landed flush behind the other, Cece spotted them. A squeal left her throat before she could stop it.

“Oh, did you finally notice the-”

“The knobs!” Aunt Ivy’s laughter could be heard from the living room. Set into the fragrant chest of drawers were new handles. Green and orange glass flowers had been fitted into the cedar drawers, replacing the outdated cloth-coated wooden ones. “Wait, what do you mean ‘finally’?” She scoped the room once more, this time actively attempting to focus, and realized everything openable had the new glass daisies. “My life is complete!” Her fists pumped into the sky.

“You can thank your baby sister for those. She sent them to Red on Instagram and you know how your aunt is.”

“Lucy can have anything she wants for the rest of forever! These are so sweet!”

“Careful, Peaches, she'll take you up on that.” Ivy cautioned, now standing beside her wife, “and now that we're on the topic of sweetness there's one more surprise.”

“There is?” Harley raised her brow at her spouse. The vines and leaves that covered the ceilings throughout the entire apartment (and had been recording her reaction with Ivy’s phone), began to shutter and shift something they had entangled in their tendrils. Slowly, they extended the rather large item downward, depositing whatever it was in the corner of her room. The foliage soon retreated and revealed… more foliage. Now, enclosed between her bed and desk, there was a sapling in a terracotta pot.

“A tree… thanks.” Ivy simply rolled her green eyes at the teen’s sass, the vibrancy of which increased tenfold as the plant wedged in the corner started to shimmy. A creaking noise emitted from its bark as its branches stretched upwards and outwards, curling around the windows and swallowing the ceiling in twigs and leaves. Rapidly, flowers sprouted and blossomed with reckless abandon, and as quickly as they arrived, they were replaced with plump, fuzzy peaches. “Whoa… Sick!”

Ivy sidled up to her niece with an outstretched palm. Without a second thought, Cece held her aunt’s hand like she'd done a million times before. Snappier than the girl could register, a thorn jutted out of the May Queen’s palm, pricking the blonde. The minuscule droplets of blood beaded along the seam of the nick once the teenager withdrew her palm.

“What the hell, Pammy?” contested Harley, rushing to dress the child’s wound. She was stopped, however, by her spouse. Seeing her aunts about to have a domestic dispute, Cece speedily intervened.

“Auntie Harley, it's ok. Aunt Ivy never does anything without a reason.” At the soothing tone of the fourteen-year-old's voice, the older Quinzel’s shoulders unclenched. Ivy smiled sweetly at her niece, gratitude dripping with every crimson pearl.

“Put your palm to the roots.” Unlike her usual commanding tone, this seemed to be something of a request. Cece obeyed as Harley pouted apprehensively, muttering something about infections. She soon ate her words, however, when the rough bark vibrated and Green ripped through the tree. Suddenly, the peaches ripened, the bark strengthened, and the leaves were more vibrant. “It will respond to you now. Protect you if need be.”

“Cool…” claimed the Quinzels in unison. The younger one plucked a stone fruit from a branch. Sweet juice dribbled out her mouth as she chomped down, the fuzzy skin tickling her nose. She hummed in delight and thanked her aunt once more, this time genuinely.

All it took was one yawn from the child and Harley was ushering herself and Ivy out to let her rest after her long day. Despite that, Cece ignored her drowsiness and decided to organize her clothes. She only brought a few boxes a couple of months prior, and she knew her aunts were taking her back-to-school shopping later in the week, so she decided to put away what she could to avoid the hassle.

Halfway through folding her sweaters something hit her window with a thunk. She paused for a moment before she decided to return to her closet and placed her knitwear in a dresser drawer. Her braids smacked her in the face when she whipped her head around at the second thunk. She waited again. Silence.

‘It was probably a pigeon,’ she justified. The teen then continued to arrange her clothing. Five minutes later, the clanging of metal on the other side of the glass startled her out of flattening the cardboard. Grateful for the cover the thick, patchwork curtains provided, she tiptoed back over to her desk. Sifting through the package heap, she slid out a faded blue duffel with her name on it. From her softball bag, the blonde produced her trusty bat, rubber grip familiar in her grasp. She ducked behind the metal footboard and raised her weapon. Seconds passed as she sat crouching with her bat primed.

Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!

She waited with bated breath. For what? She didn’t know. For someone to break into her room. A random Scarecrow gas attack. A very dedicated Jehovah's Witness. A fiber optic salesman gunning for a promotion. Whatever it was, she was ready. What she hadn’t considered was that the mystery thunker would just leave. Surely enough, the clanging of metal returned, decreasing in volume as the perpetrator climbed down the fire escape. Ten more minutes passed before she hopped to her feet, bat in hand, and quickly whipped the curtain away.

At least it wasn’t a ruse. The metal landing was bare, but as she hopped on her bed to look closer she spotted someone retreating from the pulled down ladder. She couldn’t maneuver herself into a better position to see the thunker, but out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a canary yellow sewing pin sticking a small piece of cream fabric to her window sill. In shiny, navy blue embroidery were the words, ‘Nestler Textiles Plant #9 451 Smelter Place’ in a gorgeous almost handwritten cursive. However, sewn haphazardly over the lovely script was a fraying carmine thread that taunted in sloppy print, ‘COME AND PLAY’.

Never one to turn down an invitation, she laced up her limited-edition Poison Ivy sneakers, slid up her window, and leaped onto the fire escape. As she cautiously closed her window, she snapped up the tag and pin. Then the blonde climbed onto the metal railing and front-flipped, landing gracefully on the asphalt below. Smirking, Cece Waldron strolled out of the alley, head low, red hood up.

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britcision · 1 year

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Oh we like cursed Jazz content in this house

So Jazz’s gotten her degree and a nice totally safe internship at Arkham Asylum, as one does

And one day while she’s hanging in the interview room waiting for her next patient, who comes in but former fellow doctor Harleen Quinzel

Is Harley actually back at Arkham or half way through a break in? Doesn’t matter

Maybe Ivy needed a hand with a particularly well protected shady polluter

Maybe she’s breaking Killer Croc out for poker night

Maybe she’s just visiting to punch Joker in the face

What matters is the heat is on and Harley’s gonna be hanging out in this room, and here’s a cute young psychiatrist and Harley can’t resist a punch line

And Jazz Fenton? Jazz knows when she’s being played with, and she’s fought way worse than Harley

Hell, 10 minutes in she’s reminded so strongly of Danny she’s gotta call him after work

And Jazz has done her research, she knows who Harley is, and is very touched by her concern

But then there’s another rogue attack, the prison is in shambles, and it’s time for a change of plan

Harley’s happy to tell Jazz where to find an emergency buzzer and to barricade the door behind her, hoping the newbie will be safe

Cuz that works out in Arkham for sure

Before Harley can dip the door busts in, someone’s looking for a hostage and Harley’s stepping up for some more active protection of her new friend

Right up until they get shot in the face before Harley can connect and fall smoking to the floor

Jazz is no Poison Ivy, but beautiful, dangerous redheads are Harley’s kryptonite and she’s begging for Jazz’s number

Harley looks back at Jazz and her lipstick gun and oh now she’s in love

Jazz gives her the cute smile and says isn’t Harley taken, because Jazz kind of is now but they can be friends

Harley, competitive, will accept the number and demands the lucky fucker’s name cuz they’d better pray they’re good enough for Jazz

…

Three weeks later, Harley’s at the precinct with vital information about someone’s latest great caper

But she’ll only give it up to Jason Todd

(People know he’s alive only because this idea was precisely 12% funnier than Harley trying to hunt down Red Hood in Crime Alley

Harley’s a god tier psychiatrist and has known who the bats are for ages, but like fuck she’s going to Wayne Manor)

There’s been no hint that Harley was really involved and things are getting tense, but this is Harley Fucking Quinn who exists solely in places she’s not meant to be

They can’t risk not going if she might have something

So Jason, cranky about crimes, puts on his best people face and comes down to an unsurveilled (except for Bats) room to ask wtf

Harley stares him dead in the eye

“I’m gonna steal your girlfriend”

Then just drops street addresses, trap locations, and the fucking key to the warehouse crime was in

Bruce: confused but happy it worked and Harley’s still not back into major terrorism

Jason: fucking befuddled

Jazz: loves it

Ivy: fondly resigned

All other bats: never letting Jason live this down

The ongoing Harley/Hood prank war is fucking epic in proportion

Ivy and Jazz hang out whenever they’re busy and oh dear sarcastic peppy psychiatrists are also Ivy’s kryptonite

So the second Jason even vaguely upsets Jazz he is well aware she has two extremely loving lesbian moms just waiting to snatch her away

Call it Gotham Bachelorette

#dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp #dp x dc prompt #and fuck it maddie fenton comes by one day #and ooooooh lawdy the girls know where jazz gets it from #jazz fenton #harley quinn #the sirens also routinely bully bruce that he can’t adopt jazz #cuz a) she’s dating his son #and b) no black hair that makes her theirs #danny also becomes insufferable about this in very short ordee #being the ghost king means you can be as annoying as at least 3 baby bats combined

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trainer-sean · 11 months

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DPxDC Prompt: Pokémon Au

@stealingyourbones

@im-totally-not-an-alien-2

@new-revenant

pokemon au Dp x Dc

most of the ghost stuff is different, because its now the Fenton's studying The Ghost typing, which, they are now morally correct. due to studying it and have machines processing the Ghost Type Infinity energy, they've had alot of ghost types born from their machines, and alot collect around their home. Danny has developed a Ghost type alignment in his Aura(aura having wave lengths with infinity energy, which affects some traits a person has, like water type alignment are good at swimming and holding their breath) due to his parents studys letting the G.T. infinity energy radiating through the house influencing his aura development while it was developing.

the Fenton are the local professors in town, but mostly pass out Ghost, Dark, Fairy, and Psychic types due to their studys being connected to them.

When they find Danny has a Ghost Type Alignment, with secondary Ice and Psychic, they give him a Dreept they had been previously studying for his starter pokemon.

Jazz has previously been on a journey, with a Teddiursa, she caught psychic types and many pokemon good for Emotional support and therapy due to her developing her like of Psychology during her journey, she made it to 4 gym badges before deciding to head home for studying, splitting up with her traveling companion, Harleen Quinzel, a friend who shared similar likes. However, she would later be kidnapped and tortured by Joker, eventually becoming Harley Quinn, her pokemon have been confiscated, and given to Jazz, to keep them safe.

DC is still a heavy part here.

due to pokemon and pokemon league being a thing, Civilians will help apprehend criminals, due to pokemon training originally being a Crime deterrent. this has also turned away multiple invasions. also, Apocalypse(can't remember jow to spell that name) was destroyed long ago by Arceus, Dialga, Palkia, and Giratina, so no Darkseid. isn't it great when God's actually do their jobs.

starters: Danny with Dreepy, Sam with Bounsweet, Tucker with Togedimaru, and Jazz with Teddiursa.

when Danny goes on his journey at 14, he, Sam, Tucker, and Jazz, head out to travel Unova. Jazz here to mentor and chaperone. they ran into multiple incidents involving poachers and evil teams, and assisted Heroes, like many trainers. The League actually has a meeting every few weeks to talk about some of the notable trainers that helped them, and even watch the League Tournaments as team bonding. Batman is more approachable here, and he and the batfam use suits that have tech that allow them to use attacks, primarily based on the closest pokemon to their animals. regular animals still exist.

Diana actually uses Burst(from the manga, Pokemon ReBurst), which fuses a human and pokemon. She typically does it with a Braviary, but her people also can call upon Ho-oh or Lugia to preform Burst in times of need. Shes still a demi-goddess, this is mostly for situations where she needs a change of tactics or a boost in strength.

the DP team find a old Temple, one that was recently cleaned out and collapsed, when some ghost types were beckoning for help, after clearing the way they found a strange woman who'd look like she was trapped for weeks, she looked half feline pokemon, much like Killer Krok in Gotham.

Barbara Ann Minerva had been obsessed with archeology from a young age, sense she learned of all the pokemon that were artificially made by ancient civilizations and that Fossils could be revived. But while she was interning for a Professor on a exploration if a temple, she and the Professor were backstabbed, the professor killed and she shot through the back, thankfully not through the spine. They had blew up the pathway, Barbara was stuck, her mentor was dead, and she was likely to starve. she returned her pokemon so they wouldn't have to worry of starving, and started crying. her crying angered something. The Temple she was in was the resting place of the Legendary pokemon Cheeralah (chi-rah-lah), an Electric Fighting type, a humanoid and feminine cheetah pokemon, with bandages wrapped around her legs, arms, and chest, and Bronze markings along her body. Some human was whining in her Temple, she was angry, so she cursed Barbara, turning her into what was basically a Human Cheeralah hybrid.

when the Dp Team made it to Barbara, Cheeralah was angry enough that she showed up, along with two Zeraora. A Raid Battle occurred, with much struggle, from all the pokemon one Danny's, Sams, tuckers, Jazzs, Barbara, and the Professors teams, all three legends were caught. and then Danny accidently caught Barbara.

Gotham, the spirit, became a legendary pokemon along time ago, and still has no clue how to assist with everything, she became some variant of Lunala, but a Dark/Ghost type, and she just can't seem to exit the spiritual plan, which is probably the doing of some wizard or something to prevent city spirits that became pokemon from running around causing havoc. She eventually breaks out when Jason was kidnapped. She looks like a darker Lunala with a more pointed tail, she has a form change that makes her look like dawn wing necrozma, but not entirely, it does look like necrozma parts, maybe even make it an artificial form change made by Bruce, similar to the enhancement equipment Jessie and James sometimes use on their pokemon, maybe even a special batmobile that attaches power ranger style with a ride pokemon saddle part for Bruce. Called: Gothmala.

Something Similar to Metropolis, who became a Variant of Solagaleo, a Steel/Fairy type, who just watches from the sidelines as the superfamily protects his city, but his appreciation can be felt by the super family due to their lack of resistance to supernatural power. Maybe make its presence capable of breaking down green kryptonite and its radiation. Maybe Clark, taking a note out of Bruce's book, makes a armor mode for it using some Kryptonian tech. Called: Metgaleo.

Maybe make some of the other city spirits similar to regular pokemon, like like paradox pokemon, like star city(thats green arrows place right?) Is a Decidueye, but it has a pair of crossbow like structures floating beside it instead of being able to make a bow string, due to not being a grass type. Ghost/fighting type.

And in Amity Park, the Fenton's research has caused Amity Park's city spirit to develope into a pokemon, a variant of Hoopa, due to the form change and Desiree's mischief with wishes. A black and green Unbound form. Ghost/Fairy type.

The Fenton's also accidently made a Variant of Type:Null from digital blue prints and such of the usual species, combined with research files on Giratina and the distortion world, and went through the development program used to process and make Porygon, and went through the Transfer machine. Its built like a mildly serpentine Type:null, no hind legs, the head piece being more shaped like a Giratina head piece. Normal/Ghost type, with the primary type being changeable with the disks. Built like a Lindwyrm. The first one is studied by the Fentons and Aether to make sure its Healthy and stable, Danny is even brought over to help calm it due to his compatibility to Ghost types. Name, Type:Ghoul, evolved/unsealed form called Spectvally.

Cheeralah, The War Pokemon. a Legendary Electric and Fighting type. Cheeralah were once worshipped as Gods of protection and purity, but worshipped members began to enjoy fighting and conflict while protecting the innocent. Zeraora are believed to be lesser incarnations born from Cheeralah lust for battle being so great that they forcefully removed it and it became a pokemon.

(-Legendary pokemon(God or mythical types) can turn into human form.

-pokephilia might be a partially accepted thing here? Regular Supernatural species still exist like in regular DC, so maybe. So possible human pokemon hybrids running around, so laws about catching those types of people are probably a thing.

-possible Ultra-space shenanigans with alternate timelines, different dimensions, Pocket Dimensions, separate universes, etc. Aka Crossovers with different franchises.)

#danny phantom #dp x dc #danny fenton #pokemon #batman #dc x dp #dc x dp prompt #dpxdc #pokemon au #fakemon #sean's fanfiction idea prompts

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Is Himiko Toga inspired by Harley Quinn?

Ignore the clickbaity title I just couldn’t think of anything else to call this post. This is the second in a series of posts I’m making, using my knowledge of both manga and american omics to sort of analyze possible influences that super hero comics could have had in Horikoshi’s My Hero Academia.

The joker and Harley Quinn are characters that Horikoshi has paid homage too before. “All it takes is one bad day” is a quote from Alan Moore’s the Killing Joke, that HK uses in association with Twice. Rikiya Yotsubashi aka Re-Destro physically looks like the joker, and a few of his panels in his introduction are direct visual references. The posing of Toga and Twice is also a reference is a reference to a pretty famous comic book cover of a one shot entitled “Batman: Harley Quinn.”

But, is the character Himiko Toga herself, a girl who leaves a normal life behind and enters a life of villainry in pursuit of an obsessive mad love inspired by Harley Quinn? Let’s do a compare and contrast under the cut.

1. Mad, Bloody Love

There are a lot of immediate parallels between the two characters you could point out right away. They are both blonde characters who’s signature look is to always have their hair done up in twin tails (though Toga’s is twin buns). Their hair is even symbolic for their personality, Harley’s pigtails represent her immaturity, Toga’s messy buns how difficult she is to control, Toga wore her hair down in her youth when she was trying to fit in,a nd Harley when she was a working professional kept hers in a tight bun behind her to show how restrained she used to be.

They are both characters who,moreso than other villains are known for running away from a normal life. Harleen Quinzell was a promising psychiatrist, a career woman who was an up-and-comer in her field. Everyone around her including Bruce was shocked how she could leave all of that behind. Unlike say, characters like Ivy who were strapped to a table and transformed into what they were, Harley willingly ran away.

Toga is also someone questioned by everyone around her again and again why she would deliberately leave a normal life behind, to first become a runaway, and then a villain. It’s unfathomable to them how someone so dark could spring from a middle school girl who comes a well to do household.

They’re both characters who are not the main villain, but serve as a sidekick and right hand to a bigger villain. Toga’s not the biggest threat in the league, she’s the support character to other league members like Twice, in part due to being the youngest. She’s also the only female member of the league, in the same vein Harley is the female counterpart of a well known male villain.

They’re both characters who are primarily driven by their search for love, for Harley it’s pursuing a relationship with a man that quickly turns abusive, and then staying with him despite all common sense. For Toga it’s more of a love she has for everyone, one sided crushes that mutate into her taking blood from the victims of her love.

However, you could also say there are a lot of differences between them two. Toga comes from a well off family, and Harley was lower middle class. Toga is the victim of familial abuse forcing her to hide her true self because her parents found her quirk disgusting, who was then abandoned and forced to run away after her first violent incident. Harley is a victim in a sense, but she was an adult when she got into that relationship, and she also chose in a way to leave everything behind and become a villain so she is in a more complicated way a nuanced villain and victim.

Harley is an adult leaving her life behind, Toga a teeange runaway. Harley is pretty much the victim of love, while Toga while a victim in other senses, does have a tendency to stab her victims. Harley is a psychiatrist while Toga is mentioned as being the victim of “Quirk Counselling” a flawed system of trying to assimilate children with deviant or different quirks. You could even count her as a victim of psychiatric abuse.

If you were to just list their similarities and differences, they’re as different in as many ways as they are alike, so let’s look at something else instead. Harley’s origin comic is called “Mad Love” (I’m going to be using the BTAS version of Harley because that is where her character orginated from and the most well known version) and Toga’s “Bloody Love.”

Their origins go to show both of them are characters of transformation. Both stories start with the characters around them questioning just how they could have changed so much into the person they are now.

Toga’s backstory makes use of masks as a symbol, of Toga having to continuously mask who she was in front of others in order to appear normal. Batman goes to mention that Harley’s goofy behavior hides a really devious mind.

They are both characters who exhibit a behavior of wearing masks. For Harley it’s much more literal, unlike the joker who’s skin was bleached she puts on clown makeup and a mask. When she takes it off she could be any normal person, she even does so in the events of the origin comic herself to convince Batman of her innocence and lay a trap for him. Toga also, physically transforms but she started out hiding her quirk in front of nromals and appearing as a normal middle school girl.

They are two characters who are seen as having two distinct selves, their normal original self, and the deviant villain they became, and most people around them can’t possibly understand how the girl they used to be had fallen so far. Except for them, there’s really not that much of a change.

Harley and Toga are people who have always worn masks, so for them, the change from hero to villain is something as simple as changing the mask they wear. Curious the PLF member fighting against her asks how a girl could run away from a normal life and turned into such a mad monster, but for Toga this is her normal, this is the person she’s always been she simply stopped trying to hide it in front of others.

Of course as I said there’s another layer to this. Toga’s outright villain persona where she selfishly sucks the blood of people she loves and kills them, is yet another mask she wore. There are different sides of Toga depending on who she is interacting with, for all the bloodshed she’s capable of, she’s also capable of being a generally empathic and nurting person towards Twice. Twice even goes out of his way to say this to Hawks, that Toga isn’t the kind of person Hawks would think twice about killing, and yet Toga is a person who showed him kindness and understanding when no one else would.

Harley and Toga in their previous lives were lacking in something, something made them feel unloved and isolated to such extreme extents, that they were driven to snap and become someone else entirely in pursuit of that love they were missing. What is seen by everyone else around them as them descending into insanity, is actually just another mask they chose to wear. What’s seen as a total change in personality, is just an expression of who they are.

The strongest similarity between Harley and Toga is that they are both essentially chameleons, they are characters who continually change who they are in pursuit of love. Toga does this physically, her quirk involves her taking on the apperaance of anyone who’s blood she has sucked. Harley however, puts on a physical costume. Of all Batman Villains, Harley doesn’t make her own costume, rather she steals the identity and motif of the Joker the object of her affectsions. Just like Toga steals the appearance of those she loves, Harley puts on a costume that makes her a mirror image to the man she loves.

When Harleen Quinzel adopts the identity of Harley Quinn she is essentially becoming a mirror image to the joker. Batman even says, he doesn’t love anyone except maybe himself, and therefore what he sees of himself in her.

Of course, even after trying to take on their new identity in search of the love they found missing in their old lives, they both suffer just as much. Toga’s desire to be normal is undercut by her actions with the league of villains, because the more destruction she causes, the more she can’t be accepted by normal people like Ochaco. Toga dreams of becoming more like her, but she also finds herself rejected again, because Ochaco is not able to swallow some of the unsavory aspects of her personality, and the bodies she’s left behind her.

Toga created her mask to find acceptance with people, and for a time she did find it with the league, however with the league currently torn apart with the death of twice and AFO’s machinations, and her continued rejection by the heroes, the mask is now something that Toga cries underneath. She feels just as rejected as she did when she was a middle schooler, even though she became a villain in the first place to escape such a thing.

Harley suffers under her mask in a similiar tragic fashion, she ran away from her perviously life and changed everything about her identity to be loved, and finds herself continually abused and taken for granted by her lover. When she suffers that rejection again, it pushes her into further and further extremes as it does Toga.

Toga after the death of Twice and rejection by Ochaco is at her lowest point yet, where beforehand she was willing to talk and looking to come to some sort of understanding between them, now she’s become her moth lethal and aggressive. Toga and Harley are both characters who center both their entire identity around loved and being loved, and also the pursuit of their goals around finding that love, and it’s behavior that causes them to crumble beneath the masks they wear to try to be loved. The more they change themselves in pursuit of love, the more unstable they get, and the reason why is because they probably weren’t even seeking love in the first place, but rather acceptance.

They changed themselves so much trying to be accepted, they forgot what they wanted was to be accepted for who they really were. That’s why, both characters deranged and violent as they may be are also truly tragic at heart (pardon the pun).

#himiko toga #harley quinn #mad love #mha meta #my hero academia meta #my hero academia #dc comics #comics meta #idk what to tag this #batman

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blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms · 2 years

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Sweater- Harley Quinn

Pairing: Harley Quinn x Reader

Characters: Harley Quinn

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon- Hey if your not busy, could i request #33 “Why are you wearing my sweater?” “Because it smells like you.”with harley? Shes fucking adorable and fr doesnt get enough love. Thank you!

Word Count: 426

Author: Charlotte

With Harley’s apartment left as little more than just charred remains, you had decided to let her stay with you for a little bit. The two of you had been dating for a while and although you liked having your own space, maybe it was time to move in together or at least this would be your taster session of sharing a home, even if she was just your guest. You knew that she was struggling with losing her apartment, so you had given her access to your DVD collection and bought her all of her favourite snacks to keep her occupied whilst you went out to run errands.

You weren’t out for long but when you returned you were pretty sure your apartment was almost in the same state as hers. The whole of your sofa was covered in wrappers of the food she’d eaten and crumbs of their remains along with a pile of snotty tissues- whether that was from a sad film or general sadness was unknown to you. The one thing you didn’t expect though was your girlfriend wearing one of your favourite sweaters, although it was a different colour due to the chip dust fingerprints and crumbs covering it.

“Why are you wearing my sweater?” You asked, gaining her attention.

She jutted out her lower lip and gave you the large puppy dog eyes that you were used to getting whenever she wanted something.

“Because it smells like you,” she said, putting on a slightly pathetic voice.

“I highly doubt that now,” you chuckled. “With all the Cheeto dust on them, I think it probably smells like those now.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, letting the tears well in them. You were sure they weren’t far from falling anyway from her normal emotional state, but she was definitely putting it on a little.

“Don’t be mean to me,” she pouted. “I’ve had a tough time.”

You gave her a gentle smile, resting a hand upon her shoulder to give it a squeeze.

“I’m sorry,” you said.

You sat down beside her, not moving any of the tissues or packages, knowing it will be a worry for later when they were stuck to your trousers. You wrapped your arms around her letting her rest her messy blond hair on your shoulder.

“Shall I get you the hidden snacks to make up for it?”

She instantly perked up.

“You’ve hidden snacks from me?” She exclaimed, offended.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re going to eat me out of house and home at this rate.”

#Sweater #Anon #Request #Harley Quinn #Harley Quinn Imagine #Harley Quinn One Shot #Harleen Quinzel #Harleen Quinzel One Shot #Suicide Squad #Harleen Quinzel Imagine #Suicide Squad Imagine #Suicide Squad One Shot #Birds of Prey #Birds of Prey Imagine #Birds of Prey One Shot #DC #DC Imagine #DC One Shot #Charlotte

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I have no idea if you already answered that or not, I tried to find but I’m bad at searching and it would made sense if you did but I’m fairly new to Batman and bad at interpretation so. Is Joker insane or super sane or what? I do not understand the whole concept, I see people talking about it constantly and I just don’t get it? I always thought he is mentally I’ll but some people do say he just pretends? And your last answer to an ask definitely made me more interested in the matter, especially with the way you handled it. I feel like it did helped me understand some things about Batman more so that’s why I’m asking you. I hope I’m not bothering you with it too much

No worries, Joker's sanity has always been a matter of debate, even among veteran hardcore DC fans! And I'm glad my former answers helped with getting some insight. I did sort of talk more broadly about Joker and his origins, and especially his relationship with his identity as a clown (or rather, a comedian), here. There's discussion in there about Joker's mental state, but I didn't go into the supersanity theory too much.

The "super sane" term has a long history. It was introduced by Grant Morrison, in their seminal Arkham Asylum: A Serious House on a Serious Earth. In the story, a psychotherapist working at Arkham tells Batman that their current theory isn't that Joker is insane, but that he is "super sane":

This had an immense influence on the way Joker got to be portrayed, and understood, in subsequent comics. Morrison continued this way of characterizing him in their Batman run as well. Joker gets shot in the face at some point, having to undergo plastic surgery, which leads him to reinvent himself during the (also classic) Clown At Midnight, or Batman (1940) #663. The supersanity theory itself is referenced as something established by Harleen Quinzel:

But what does it mean? Why is this supersanity? I'll get more into it under the cut, so this doesn't clog up people's dashes. Kinda got long again.

First of all, it has to be noted current comics have pretty much made it clear Joker is not insane. King especially has delved into this, but Tynion's writing of Joker and his Joker (2021) comic point towards the same thing; Joker is putting on a performance. In Jim's own words, in #3:

Despite the persona he puts on, Joker is incredibly calculated. The reason why he's Batman's archnemesis is because he's a genius of the same calibre as Bruce Wayne. Joker wouldn't be able to outsmart him again and again, otherwise. He's very intelligent and always ten steps ahead, even though he likes to make it seem he's always improvising or winging it. The degree of control Joker has over his own person is astounding, and contradicts the label of insanity. Because insanity, by definition, means not being in control of your actions. It means losing your ability to reason, being incapable of distinguishing between what's real and what isn't, what's wrong and what's right; this is why the insanity defense exists in the legal system. The concept of insanity is inherently connected to the one of responsibility. If a defendant can prove they were not in control when committing a crime, they can often get a more lenient sentence or be pardoned.

There are different criteria for being considered for the insanity defense in different countries. Just as an example, in the US, Model Penal Code stipulates that a defendant is not responsible for criminal conduct "if at the time of such conduct as a result of mental disease or defect he lacks substantial capacity either to appreciate the criminality of their conduct or to conform their conduct to the requirements of the law." Joker has managed to avoid the death penalty by seemingly being unable to tell right from wrong, and to control himself, but as mentioned... that's bullshit. Joker knows wrong from right, and he's got so much control over his conduct he managed to fool Batman for a whole year while assuming the fake identity of Eric Border in Batman: Endgame; and that's just one example. So clearly, he isn't insane, but that's the thing -- one of the main reasons he's super sane is that he's too in control.

As the psychoterapist in A Serious House on a Serious Earth describes, Joker perceives huge amounts of information (both from his world and potentially others), but he is incapable of assigning intrinsic value to any of it. Good or evil are simply constructs; everything is. His understanding of the world is the most extreme form of nihilism and existentialism you can imagine, where absolutely nothing matters because everything is subjective and malleable... including himself. Joker is capable of erasing his own memories, his own past, in order to recreate himself as who he is now. And even as Joker, he's went through so many different iterations of himself, on purpose (excerpt also from Clown at Midnight):

Joker is hypersane in the sense that he can take who he is and destroy it, reacreate it, reinvent it, again and again. It's a level of control over your own mind that's very difficult to fathom in real life, which is why we're talking about a comic book character. But to summarize... if insanity means lacking control entirely, Joker has too much of it, and that's the main reason he could be called supersane.

But there's a second dimension to it, that the psychotherapist in Morrison's story mentions -- the fact Joker is constantly assaulted by sensory streams, from all sides. This is something mentioned in multiple comics, actually; Joker's mind being constantly under siege by input, and in some cases it's described as an attention deficit disorder. But, if you take a bird's eye view of Joker's portrayal over the decades, it's not just an ordinary kind of sensory overload -- it's Joker's perception extending to our world. And that's the kicker: on some level, Joker knows he isn't real.

I've talked about Joker's breaking of the fourth wall, and the way he can tell there's something off about the Universe he's in, in this other ask. To summarize it, Joker can sense he's a fictional character, and it's part of what others perceive as insanity within his own Universe. When Joker says that nothing matters in their world, that only him and Batman are real, that meaning does not exist -- there's this aspect of him being factually right, and knowing it. The people he kills, the atrocities he commits in the DC universe, indeed do not matter. Because they aren't real, and having partial awareness of this is what Joker genuinely despairs about. This is what he needs Batman for; to give him any reason to live at all, to make something matter.

To conclude, I wouldn't agree with the simplistic description that Joker pretends. In ways that are similar to Bruce, Joker desperately believes his own lies. While he does choose to portray insanity, he needs to believe it's real in order to keep functioning, so he buries that awareness. Joker is mentally ill, there's no question about that; but he's also definitely not insane, and due to his status as fourth-wall-breaking character, his mind is something psychologists within his own Universe can't even categorize.

Obviously, this is just my understanding of the character, but I do hope this helped make some sense of it, Anon! And I'm sorry for the belated response.

#asks #batman #batman meta #joker #joker meta #my meta

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imma get this outta here because i meant to write a full fic for christmas and ended up in a writers block.

Snowfall.

Edward reached over (Y/N) and quickly closed the car door the second Harvey opened it. "You do realise what we're walking into right?" "Of course." Harvey said. "So you know Harley is hidden ready to attack with snowballs? Just as she is every year it snows?" Edward asked. Harv' grumbled. "We're got a plan for that." "We do?" (Y/N) frowned. "Everyone out." Harv' ordered.

There was nothing but silence that greeted them outside the Scarecrow's abode. Both the Riddler and Two-Face spotted the bush beside the stairs to Scarecrow's lair. The only real hiding place Harley had. Snow crunched under Harvey's shoe and pandemonium erupted. Harley darted out of her hiding spot behind the push with a battle cry, armed with...snowballs. With no warning, Two-Face grabbed (Y/N) by the waist and swung (Y/N) to his side, using them as a human shield. The Riddler darted behind Two-Face, using Harvey's more muscular nature to his advantage. (Y/N) shrieked and kicked. "Harvey! Put me down!" (Y/N) yelled. "This is a brand new suit!" The Riddler declared. "Better you than the suit!"

#batman #batman villains #one shot #oneshot #reader #the riddler #edward nygma #two face #harvey dent #harley quinn #harleen quinzell

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I got tagged by @go-go-devil so

"Published an unbeta'd fic" Unless explicitly stated, ALL my fics are unbeta'd. 90% of the time I get a prompt, fill it, and post it. And if it's decent, I post it on my AO3.

"Fanfiction is an actual literary genre" I mean The Divine Comedy is Dante doing a bunch of callouts while his bestest friend Vergil the poet cheers him on. Dante's fanfic was so fucking influential that a lot of Christians believe their Bible talks about seven sins and the circles of Hell. That's fanon babeeeey! There are of course other examples but I find The Divine Comedy the funniest.

"Anxiously waits for feedback after publishing" The comments are the life!

"Has that one fic that deserves more attention" I worked really hard on Dichotomy, a what-if fic where Harleen Quinzel was assigned to work with Victor Zsasz. The two characters were introduced to the world in the same year but have never interacted! Dichotomy is also my longest fic ever at 13 chapters. Other than that, I feel like my short Ghost story collection Fragments doesn't always get a fair shake because I put them all together as one fic instead of an actual collection and 77 "chapters" looks daunting. But they are all one-shots, and all very short, and I did mg best to put them chronological so if you were to read through all of them you could see the evolution of my headcanons. Similarly, I have several one-shot short Renfield fics contained within Remnants.

I tag uhhhhhh @agentduckorico @madmaryholiday and whoever else wants to do the thing! Bingo template under the cut

#ghost bc #the band ghost #victor zsasz #mr. zsasz #renfield #renfield 2023 #what an odd assortment of tags XD

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Knightfall

by NoobMaster206 Bruce Wayne had been fighting for a long time. For years. And it was finally time... he was at the end of his rope. So tonight, he takes one final lap, going around Gotham City to say goodbye to everyone he loves. This is how it happens. This... is how the Batman dies. Words: 10685, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: DCU (Comics), Batman - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Major Character Death Categories: F/M Characters: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Selina Kyle, Barbara Gordon, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Harper Row, Kate Kane, Sandra Woosan, Pamela Isley, Mar'i Grayson, Helena Wayne, Harvey Dent, Harleen Quinzel, Talia al Ghul, Clark Kent, Diana (Wonder Woman), Grail (DCU), Koriand'r (DCU), Alfred Pennyworth Relationships: Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne, Barbara Gordon/Bruce Wayne, Pamela Isley/Bruce Wayne, Harleen Quinzel/Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne/Sandra Woosan, Bruce Wayne & Batfamily Members Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Old Bruce Wayne, Friendship/Love, Caring Batfamily (DCU), Batfamily (DCU) Feels, Mild Smut, Bittersweet Ending, One Shot, Multiple Partners, Multiple Orgasms, Vaginal Sex, Impregnation, Character Death via https://ift.tt/vgD01Y9

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the caped crusader #gotham #dcu #dc #ao3 #ao3feed

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Doe Reads: Batman '89 Echoes #1

I've been hyping this issue up to anyone who'll read it since my store got in our shipment of stuff last week, and now it's finally out! I'm hoping to make a series of these posts; It's been a while since I did a read-along / review / liveblog / whatever. Honestly, I checked out a copy of Kings of Fear from the library so I could dig into that, but it'll wait. Without further ado, here's my thoughts on Batman '89 Echoes #1!

Spoilers under the cut!

Batman '89 Echoes quickly establishes itself, re-acquainting us with its Gotham in the opening scene. The copycat Batmen we saw back in the original series are still prevalent in Gotham, perhaps more confident than ever in the absence of a REAL Batman, who it is revealed has not shown himself for 2 years. We open on a heist being stopped by one of these faux Batmen; however he's thwarted when one of the three goons shoots him in a panic. But his fear, specifically his fear of Batman, seems....more intense than the situation calls for; in fact, when the police arrive to apprehend him, seems relieved. Our goon is begging them to keep shooting the fake Batman, to make sure he's dead.

Commissioner James Gordon, who died at the end of the previous series, has been replaced by his daughter Barbara, who as commissioner is going heavily after crooked politicians and the rich and powerful of Gotham. She's also very interested in all of the fake Batmen on the street, looking into each death personally...

After the autopsy, Barbara swings by to watch the interview with the apprehended suspect from the heist before, who killed the fake Batman. The man describes going into a blackout, like a switch flipped in his head: he felt a deep panic, and then...nothing. When shown a photo of the man he had shot, he seems to fly into a rage.

From the station, Barbara heads straight to Wayne Manor, where she confronts Alfred about how she's been attempting to reach Bruce, but hasn't been able to. From here, she lays out to him (and to us, the reader) the status quo since last we joined our heroes.

We learn that while she doesn't know what happened to her fiancé, Harvey Dent (last seen falling into a chasm in the Batcave at the end of the previous series) she suspects Bruce may know. We also learn that Jim Gordon figured out that Bruce was Batman before he died, which she discovered as she read her father's journals after his death.

After learning about Bruce and her father's relationship, she decided to let it slide and not take him down, under the promise that he will hang up the cape and not interfere with GCPD or commit further acts of vigilantism. However, with all the fake Batmen running around, she is still suspicious he may be involved, running some kind of network from the shadows. Barbara tells Alfred that if she doesn't hear from Bruce by Friday, then she's going to reveal all his secrets, to which Alfred replies with some startling news...

Next, we sit in at a local Gotham TV station, where "celebrity shrink" and pop psychologist Dr. Q is about to go on air to present an interview with Alicia Hunt, the Joker's Ex Girlfriend, most famously known for hiding her deformed face behind a mask in the original '89 film (and who I personally think of as a proto-Harley character!) While Chuck Lantz, the guy from the network (I'm not clear on if he's a producer or what) laments to the folks in the edit bay that The Joker, Batman, and all that hooey are old news that no one cares about anymore, our lovely Dr. Quinzel is explaining her practice of "Persona Therapy" to the folks in the makeup department.

Once she's on stage, and right before she's able to get into the interview itself, her segment is interrupted with the news that an anonymous bomber called Firefly may be close to apprehension by US Marshalls, costing Harleen her airtime. The animosity between Lantz and Harleen is palpable, and like Chekov's gun, there are a few lines in this issue that feel like serious foreshadowing. I believe that before this miniseries is over, we'll see Lantz come to some horrible end at the hands of our "new and improved Harley Quinn"....but for now, the top story is Firefly!

Much of the rest of the issue from here follows the investigation of Firefly. Firefly here is presented much like the Unabomber -- we are told he has a manifesto of some kind (although in this issue we're never privy to its contents), and once the US Marshalls are in the cabin, while investigating, they note that it's stocked full of canned goods and other survival supplies -- although I don't know if Kaczynski himself had these in his cabin, it seems like it'd fit.

To briefly summarize, the US Marshalls approached the cabin that their suspect appeared to be in, and believe they see him through a window, in front of a fireplace. Before they can approach, however, a bomb goes off inside the cabin. Upon entering they find a detonator, and realize the man they thought they saw inside the cabin was a decoy -- not really the Firefly at all. However a nearby copter picks up a heat signature, and after searching the forest, they manage to apprehend what they believe to be their man, face obscured with a luchador-like mask, on his way to a cave filled with explosives and firearms -- enough to take down a small army.

Our next cut shows our introduction to Dr. Jonathan Crane, who we quickly learn has been chosen to handle Firefly's case. It seems like immediately upon receiving this news, he wastes no time letting Dr. Quinn know about his recent get. Clearly these two have serious professional animosity, and seem to take great pride in getting under each other's skin (or at least Crane does)

Finally, we come to the end of the issue, where we follow Crane into an interview room with our suspect -- and come to see that our Firefly is none other than a particularly worse for the wear Bruce Wayne! But it's not yet clear if Bruce is quite.....himself or not. We know he's been missing for the last month, and have no idea what's happened to him in that time. Is it possible he's suffering from memory loss? A personality disorder? Or is there another plan in motion, unknown to us, the reader, yet?

So far, I'm beyond excited to see where this series takes us! One of the things I've loved about this and the last Batman '89 series is that it plays within the sandbox created by not only two iconic Batman movies, but also within the years and years of leaked, rumored, or confirmed choices for what would have been further movies, had Tim Burton stayed attached to the Batman franchise and/or Batman & Robin not totally bombed.

I remember reading so many of these rumors online growing up, and fantasizing about what could have been - even during (or especially during) the popularity of The Dark Knight Trilogy, when everyone had Batman fever and before the MCU replaced it in cultural relevancy. What's most interesting to me however is that 'it's '89 Echoes is taking a bunch of NON-Burton rumors and building them into the world of Burton -- "Madonna was going to be cast as Harley, and Jeff Goldblum was a possible pick for Scarecrow" were rumors surrounding a never-made 5th Batman film, that would have been directed by Joel Schumacher, reportedly called Batman Triumphant.

Personally I think both of the casting choices could have been really intriguing, and what I've read so far seems to confirm that for me. Putting them in the '89 world seems way more fitting than in the Schumacher films, IMO. That's not to completely throw shade at the Schumacher movies-- I genuinely love and enjoy Batman Forever, and the colorful neon aesthetic he created for Gotham is really fun and could work well in certain contexts! However I genuinely can't imagine a Scarecrow story under his purview -- that seems way more suited to Burton's tastes and style.

I personally sit exactly in the center of the Venn diagram that is "this is excellent nostalgia-bait for me, as someone who grew up with these movies and the Animated series and remembers them very fondly" and "Scarecrow and Harley are my favorite villains and I love to see them interact" so everything about this so far feels extremely targeted to ME PERSONALLY, haha. Also, full disclosure, but I ship Harley with Crane, and seeing their petty interactions with each other really had me going feral, and dying to see more.

I also loved getting the nods to Firefly and Hugo Strange, and even getting to see Alicia referenced in as well! Bruce as Firefly, in his mask, also felt like a nod to Bane, if only visually. It doesn't feel as much like a "hey look, REMEMBER THIS CHARACTER?" kind of a reference as much as it reminds me that they're trying to really flesh out the world of '89 Gotham and make it feel as established with characters and lore as any other piece of Batman media. There's plenty I've left out here, including pages and pages of Joe Quinones' excellent art, so I highly encourage you to seek out your nearest comic shop or bookstore and grab a copy for yourself! At the time of writing, issue #2 will be due out on January 30/31; in the meantime, I'll be hanging tight and waiting with bated breath!

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“We’re sorry.” Sabine pulled back and made him look her in the eye. “I just wanted to keep you from thinking what other people said about you was true. I didn’t realize we were taking it so far.” Adrien could only stare at her for a moment. The last thing he expected was an apology.

“It’s okay.” Her look hardened.

“No, it’s not. I’m more upset that we didn’t notice how we were affecting you than anything else. I’m too used to the way Tom and Marinette catastrophize every little thing. It’s been a long time since I’ve had to look for more subtle signs.”

“We are not that bad.” Sabine gave Mari a level look and Cass just rolled her eyes.

“Remind me, who was it that spent three weeks holed up in their room because of one bad review?” Mari sputtered out a denial, but no one there believed her. Not even Jason, if his amused look was anything to go by. Adrien vividly remembered the time Sabine was talking about. It was before they’d taken down his father, so he had no idea she was Ladybug at the time, but he’d noticed Marinette missing from class and had stopped by to check on her as Chat. That was an eye-opening visit. She’d ranted about everything to do with her designing, so he’d found out about both her business and the fact that she was the one who made his favorite scarf.

That was the beginning of their real friendship outside the mask. Knowing what she had done, and hadn’t done, just because she wanted him to be happy made him realize how much he needed that in his life. It was awkward at first, since neither of them had any idea how to go about getting closer. It also took a few months after that for him to realize that she had a crush on him. Once they addressed that and settled into their sibling bond, they were inseparable. It was another proof of how amazing she was that when he said he didn’t have romantic feelings for her that she’d backed off entirely. The one time they’d talked about it afterward, before the reveal, had made him realize that the feelings she’d had for him were surface level, and exactly the same as his feelings for Ladybug. He’d apologized profusely to her very confused partner the next time they were on patrol. It was something they still laughed about.

“Adrien, I know you’ve been hesitant, but I really think we should find you a therapist.” Sabine’s soft voice pulled him back to the present, and he shot a panicked look at Mari. She was frowning in thought, but didn’t immediately shoot down the idea, which worried him. With all the secrets they had, seeing a therapist was an accident waiting to happen. Not to mention it would be hell to find one that wasn’t immediately prejudiced against him because of his father. Well, unless they looked outside the country, or possibly even Europe.

“I’m happy with the way things are.” The looks he was getting called him a liar, but he thought it was the truth. The people that mattered were there for him and really, how much use would therapy be if he was too stressed about letting things slip for it to be effective? No, things were fine the way they were.

“We’ll table this discussion for now, but I think it’s worth talking about more.” Mari’s words got Sabine to drop the topic, but it meant that she was going to try to talk him into it later. At least he had his arguments ready. Cass and Jason seemed to be having a silent discussion with their eyes that was honestly a bit creepy. When it ended, Jason slipped a business card into his hand without Mari or Sabine noticing. He looked at it when they moved to clean up. It was just a phone number with the name Harleen Quinzel. He raised a questioning eyebrow at Jason. Once the girls were out of earshot, he spoke softly.

“She won’t judge you for who your father was, or even anything you may have done in the past. Most of us have talked to her at least informally and it helps. She’s unorthodox, but she really does care.” Adrien felt himself choke up a bit at the kindness. It had been a long time since anyone outside his adopted family or company had treated him like a person.

“I’ll think about it. Thank you.” Jason just nodded. It was nice to have someone that didn’t push. “So, how long are you going to be in Paris?” The words came out without his consent, and Adrien winced when he realized how stupid he sounded.

“Plans aren’t firm, but as long as your sister keeps freezing out Timmy and Dick, I’d say I’ll be around a while. I’m certainly not in a rush to get back to Gotham.” Adrien hoped his smile didn’t change too much, as he felt giddy at the prospect of getting to know Jason better. He was so screwed. Jason got an evil smirk on his face. “You know what would really drive them and Bruce up the wall?”

“What?” He was impressed he answered. That expression was dangerous.

“If I hung out at your place and got them zero information on you.” Adrien actually felt his brain come to a screeching halt. Both because of the thought of them hanging out alone, and the fact that he didn’t technically have a ‘place’.

“Yeah, I’m kinda staying at the company at the moment, but don’t tell Mari or Sabine, please. They’ll insist I move in here or with Mari at her apartment, but I don’t want to put them in even more danger.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, the last place I lived was set on fire and I they didn’t catch who did it, so I’d rather not risk staying somewhere without security. I also hired a private security firm to look after the Bakery and Mari’s apartment building because they aren’t taking the threat seriously. But Mari and her parents are under the impression that I rented an apartment under and assumed name to avoid issues.” Jason looked pissed. “It’s okay though. The basement used to be a staff break area, so there are actually showers and a kitchenette area. It’s more comfortable than it sounds.” The look he was getting said Jason thought he was an idiot.

“That’s not the point. The fact that you have to hide out because you’re being targeted is the problem. What are the police doing about it?” Adrien blinked at him. Did he really think the police cared about the safety of a terrorist’s son? Something of his thoughts must have shown on his face, because Jason started cursing. Some of it he didn’t understand. Must be American slang or something.

“I’ll get Babs to look into it.” Adrien raised an eyebrow at him. “She’s like family, but she’s not, and she’ll be happy to do this behind Bruce’s back if I ask her. Her dad’s a police commissioner, so she’s grown up around this stuff. She’ll know what to look for.” Adrien felt a tightness in his chest. It had been so long since someone new was actually willing to be nice to him, let alone go out of their way to help him. And, unlike his brothers, Jason didn’t seem to want to just get in Mari’s good graces, either.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“You’re right I don’t. I’m going to anyway.” Jason got out his phone and began tapping away. “In the meantime, you staying there could actually rile them up worse because I’ll be in the building they can’t get other eyes in and refuse to look for, let alone give them, anything to work with.” Adrien let out a laugh.

“You really enjoy messing with your family, don’t you?” Jason’s smile was a bit strained.

“It’s a habit more than anything at this point. But when I know they’re just being assholes for no real reason, it becomes a moral imperative. If I can still be said to have morals.” The last part was soft, and Adrien honestly wasn’t certain he meant to say it out loud. If his hearing wasn’t so advanced still, he wouldn’t have heard it, so Adrien decided to pretend he didn’t. Everyone deserved privacy.

“The vast majority of people wouldn’t think that they didn’t have a reason to have issues with me.” Granted the vast majority of people in Paris would be more than happy if he disappeared without a trace, but that was beside the point.

“I’ve never been one of the majority and they should know better than to judge someone by their blood relatives and rumors. If Demon Spawn gets a pass after actually trying to kill most of us, then everyone else should at least get the benefit of the doubt.” Adrien blinked at that, not quite sure what to make of it. Maybe whoever he was talking about had cooked something and given them all food poisoning? That would make sense. Jason scowled at his phone.

“Babs said that they didn’t even look into in properly because you own the property so no third parties were involved.”

“Oh, yeah. I had to buy a house because no one was willing to rent to me. Even then I had to do it under a shell cooperation because no one wanted to sell their property to me. I’d probably have to move out of France and legally change my name and possibly my appearance to get anything at this point.”

“What the fuck?” Jason seemed somewhere between pissed and confused.

“People really hate Gabriel, and I don’t blame them. He’s in jail and they need an outlet, so I get to be the lucky punching bag.”

“What the fuck?” Okay, now he was definitely pissed. “If it’s that bad, why don’t you leave? Change your name or do whatever you have to do?” That was a very good question. One he really didn’t have a good answer to.

“I tried giving Mari the company so I could. The employees almost revolted. They all saw exactly how my father treated me, not to mention the way he treated them. They were afraid of what would happen if someone else took over even though most of the changes I made - in house daycare, free meals, shorter workdays, the list goes on - came from Mari and her parents in the first place. And Mari flatly refused anyway. There’s too many people counting on me.” It seemed like there was always a need to stay. “I can’t just abandon them, no matter how much I wish I could. And then there’s Mari, Sabine, and Tom. I know it’s selfish, but I haven’t felt like part of a family since my Mom died and I… I just want to hold on to it for a while.”

Saying it out just made it worse. Him staying here put them all at risk, and he didn’t care enough about them to leave. No matter how he justified it by saying they knew the risks and wanted him here, he knew better. He was just as bad as Gabriel, wanting his own way and not caring who got hurt because of it. A hand on his knee broke him out of his thoughts, and he looked up to find Jason giving him a strange look.

“I get it. Everyone needs a home. Whether that’s a place, activity, or a person is different for everyone, but once you find it, it’s nearly impossible to let go without a fight. You shouldn’t beat yourself up over it. Not to mention your sister might actually kill you if you tried to leave at this point.” Adrien let out an amused huff. Jason wasn’t wrong. “If you do need an exit strategy for some reason, let me know. I’m very good at making things disappear.”

He said it with a smile and a wink, but Adrien got the feeling he was serious. He was far more touched by the offer than he should have been. But the thought of leaving everything behind and starting over was so tempting. Maybe once Mari was established in the company and the employees trusted her, he could become a silent partner and go find his own life. Someday.

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