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pookiebeary · 6 months

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Go Little Spider

Spiderperson! Reader in Gotham

Gn!Reader x Batfam(?)

Heavily inspired by "Peter the Pizza Guy" and "Dark Matter" on AO3

ATSV spider-reader

Taglist: @rl800

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A pained groan and rustling from the dumpster caught the attention of some passersby but such was the norm in Gotham. No one came forward to help, merely glancing a second longer before going on with their lives.

You tried not to gag at the smell of rotting food surrounding you and instead focused your attention on trying to climb out of the pile of trash bags. It didn't help that your suit was soaked with whatever filthy water was in the bag of molding McDonald's.

Gross.

The putrid smell violates your nostrils and you try not to breathe as much as you need to, which is impossible when every little action you make causes you to suck in a breath because it hurts like hell. Each breath you take makes your chest hurt, like something was squeezing your lungs and stabbing it with a needle repeatedly. With shaky hands, you slowly climb up and out the dumpster, landing with a small thud on the concrete ground.

You let out a small oomph as your back hits the ground.

You're frozen on the ground as a wave of pain floods your body with it mostly concentrated on your left shoulder blade and ribs. The only positive thing about the situation is that nothing seems to be broken and the only thing there is the pain and horrible pounding headache like you've just drunk a bottle of vodka.

As you lay immobilized on the floor, you feel your vision blur as tears pool in your eyes. You quickly blinked and rolled your eyes in an attempt to stop the tears from falling down. You weren't sure why you were crying; you've been through worse than this. In all honesty, this was but a scratch compared to the injuries you've had on your line of work.

Still, you find some tears pooling on your eyes as you look up to stare at the dark and gritty alleyway you find yourself in. It reminded you of the first time you met Peter dressed as Spiderman; He had confronted the man who cornered you after you left school and dealt with him properly. And after the man passed out from the one sided fight, Peter webbed him up for the police to take him away before checked on you. You were grateful for his help and that was your first meeting with the amazing Spider-Man....

Lips pressed into a thin line as you recall the memory, you look at the hazy night sky as police sirens echo in the background. Smoke and the putrid smell of rot clung to your nose, causing you to scrunch up in disgust but also sobering you from further dwelling on the nostalgic memories.

Your hand clenches around your spider mask, with fingers tracing the webbing details on it before you start sitting up, there's no point in dwelling in the past.

You have to move on. Ignoring the cascade of pain as you move your body, you manage to drag yourself to lay on the dumpster after much effort. Okay, swinging on your web is definitely out of the question. Your eyes fall onto the occasionally glitching screen of the interdimensional watch settled on your wrist. It looks broken, but the painful feeling of your atoms slowly disintegrating wasn't there so at least it's still doing its primary function- stabilizing your atoms to settle in this dimension.

You tap on the screen of the watch, inspecting the other hardware to see if you could salvage it; Parts of the monitor were cracked but other than that nothing seemed to be too broken to repair.

Okay, you can probably try and fix it once you get your hands on some tools and replace some of the wiring. You can do this, you think. Probably. Maybe? You weren't confident given your first attempt at reverse engineering the watch ended up with you being flung to an unknown dimension, but that wasn't so bad. Honestly you were expecting it to fail and disintegrate you instead when you jumped to the ominous portal. (You've calculated the probability and it definitely wasn't in your favor.)

Frowning as you fiddle around with the internal hardware of the watch, you feel sweat rolling down your temples as you let out a frustrated groan when you try and salvage some of the more broken parts.

Welp.

There goes your only chance of knowing what dimension you're stranded in, for now at least. You take a long look at the buzzing streetlight across the street, the gritty and dark unwelcoming atmosphere didn't seem like any version of New York you've encountered. Added with the fact that your spidey senses have been thrumming softly in warning did not help with the horrible first impression this dimension gave you.

Letting out a sigh as you look down to check on your sorry state of a spidersuit, you start walking towards the streets despite a lack of destination in mind. You don't know where to go but any place is better than a dumpster in a shady alley. Plus, you didn't forget that now you had the spider society hot on your trails. Hopefully, they are being misled by the fake trail of breadcrumbs you left behind after messing around with the watch.

With your heart in your mouth, you trudge along the pavement like every step was a pain and arduous task.

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You'd think that an injured guy wearing a ragged up spandex costume with the theme of a spider would elicit some sort of question but you were proven wrong when the few people that walked past you didn't bat an eye. Though to be fair, they looked drunk or high as hell- which should’ve been the biggest warning sign that you're stranded in the bad side of the city.

Well, that realization came very late to you and it didn't do much to ease the low thrum your spider senses gave you. It buzzed off uncomfortable at the back of your head the further you walked into the city. The wind blew coldly against your face and you felt exposed without your mask. You hesitantly placed your sweaty spider mask back to your face and gagged from the horrible smell. Unfortunately, even after all those years of wearing it, you've never gotten used to the smell of your sweat-soaked mask after a long day’s work.

After making sure the mask was firmly secured, you look around the growing darkness. The street lamps ahead were broken or flickering like it was running on sheer will. Your spidey senses were buzzing wildly at the thought of continuing the walk.

Yea, there's no way you're walking down a dark alley alone in the middle of the night. That's just asking for trouble.

You turn around, walking towards one of the buildings, wondering which building you should climb and travel through the roofs. You didn't notice this before when you were too focused on trying not to agitate your injuries during the walk but god damn the buildings have seen better days.

Some were crumbling and had dozens of bullet-sized holes, most were covered in graffiti and broken wood planks and metal pipes with suspicious goo oozing out, it seemed like a chemistry experiment gone wrong while constructions of the building were canceled halfway.

Seriously, your spidey senses are going ballistic right now it's actually unnerving. (You swear you'd heard gunshots ring in the air and this time it's louder than the previous one as police sirens echo in the background.)

It's rarely acted this way before, except that one time you visited Hell’s Kitchen for a field trip. Only this time, the annoying constant thrumming at the back of your head was louder and more in-your-face than the one at Hell’s kitchen.

Right as you stood staring at the weathered billboard sign hanging from the shoddy building of what was once a fast food diner contemplating if you should just travel from the roof, you hear a cry for help.

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#batfam x oc #batfam x reader #dc x oc #dc x reader #batfam x gn reader #jason todd x you #red hood x reader #batgirl x reader #nightwing x reader #batman x reader #batfam x spiderkid reader

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lazycats-stuff · 9 months

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The New Heir - Chapter 1

And here we go everyone. Again, feedback is greatly appreciated. Warnings: mentions of bullying, kids can be cruel, minor violence, stalking Word count: 1.5k

Prologue, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9

Elias blinked a few times, looking at the board. His last period was math and as much as he loved the subject, he didn't like the last period of the day, regardless of what subject it is. He forced himself to focus, looking at the fractions.

He wrote down a little note next to a certain example, making sure that he wouldn't forget how it's solved. Elias' eyes went straight to the clock.

3 more minutes. Just 3 more minutes and he would be free. He just has to make it for 3 more minutes. His eyes travelled over the classroom. His best friend stopped writing a minute or 2 ago and was just watching the clock.

Elias' eyes travelled over the people in the classroom. Everyone was just ready to go home and rest. Everyone was tired. Some were following along and some were just mentally not there.

And Elias' eyes fell down on the one and only Damian Wayne. He still remembers how shocked the Gotham public was when it was revealed that Damian was Bruce Wayne's biological son. Him and his mom remember being shocked about it.

And she was more shocked that he went to public school and not private, but Bruce Wayne often said that he wanted his children to have a normal life, despite their celebrity status that they obtained by default.

But Damian Wayne was the first kid of the four sons that was biologically connected to Bruce. Elias didn't know what to think about him at all. He was stand offish at school, but he was polite towards the teachers.

And he seemed closed off, as if he put a very strong wall around himself. Why would a 12 year old had to put up walls around himself? Elias didn't want to judge, but it was strange for a 12 year old to be so closed off.

His eyes travelled back to the clock, seeing that there was a minute left. He subtly put his pencil in his pencil case, along side his eraser. When the bell rang, everyone decided to pack it out of here.

Elias' heard something about don't forget the worksheet for the Monday. He gave it out at the beginning of the subject so Elias already had it in his notebook.

" Come on Elias, " Theo said, trying to hurry up his friend.

" Give me a moment. " Elias said, putting the last of his stuff in the bag.

" You are slow as hell. " Theo remarked, laughing at the the middle finger he got from Elias.

They left the classroom and went to their lockers to get their stuff. Elias didn't put a lot of stuff in it, he just stuffed his jacket in there. He took his jacket out and put it on. It was the end of September and it was getting progressively colder and colder.

There were some cheers and some howling. What the hell? Theo and Elias looked at one another. It was the bully of the school, Mark Johnson. Elias hated him.

He never liked bullies. Mark was an 8th grader and thankfully it was his last year here, but he was taller than the rest of the kids and that gave him a certain edge. Not to mention his 'friends'. More appropriate term would be lackeys. Maybe even sheep.

" Is that Mark? " Elias asked, rubbing his eyes.

" Yup. He is bullying Damian Wayne. He is holding something above his hand and Damian looks like he is going snap. "

Elias sighed as he watched it. Why would Mark bully a Wayne? Out of all people in this school, the biological son of Bruce Wayne? Nope. Not happening. Anybody who has a brain would see that that is a bad idea.

" Hold my bag. " Elias said, shrugging the said bag off of his shoulders.

" Elias, what are you going to do? " Theo asked, tilting his head.

" Just watch. " Elias said, giving his friend a smirk.

" Oh God, Eli don't do it. " Theo said, seeing already what was going to happen.

" Don't worry. " Elias assured Theo.

" I don't want you to be suspended. " Theo called out after him as Elias made his way, through the crowd. Theo sighed. Elias was to brave for his own good.

" Mark, give Damian his- " He stopped, looking up to see a sketchbook, then dropping his eyes lower to meet Mark's eyes " Sketchbook. " He said, making sure to keep his face neutral.

" Or what? " Mark said, smirking at Elias, leaning his head down. Damian was glanced at Elias. Now what?

" Or we will have a repeat of the last time we were in this predicament. " Elias said calmly, watching as the smirk disappeared. The crowd let out an ooh, clearly knowing what Elias was talking about.

Damian, in fact, didn't know what Elias did. He watched Mark's wheels turn inside his head. Elias just raised his eyebrow, silently asking him ' and what is it? '

Mark held the notebook even higher. Elias sighed, shaking his head.

" Don't say that I didn't warn you. " Was the only warning that Damian and Mark got before Elias swung at Mark's jaw. Mark grunted and stumbled back into the wall. Elias grabbed the notebook back and smacked Mark with it across the face. The crowd was laughing at Mark and Elias handed Damian his sketchbook.

" Thank you. Did you really punch him in the face before? " Damian asked, opening the doors to get out.

" I have. And damn, it felt good. " Elias said, taking his bag from Theo.

" It was a pretty sight. " Theo confirmed, moving out in the fresh air.

Damian and Elias followed too. Elias closed his eyes for a moment. He sighed, feeling the harsh wind against his face. Fall came to Gotham.

Damian went straight to the car waiting for him.

" He has a butler Elias. " Theo said, watching the car.

" He is rich. " Elias said back, walking down the stairs of the school.

" I know, but still! Imagine, a butler that does everything you want on a whim. " Theo dreamed as they walked side by side. Elias laughed at that. He didn't need a butler.

" Why are you laughing at me? " Theo whined, walking next to him as they were walking home.

" Because. Just because he has a butler, that doesn't mean that the butler does everything. I would bet you that he still gets stuff on his own. " Elias said, looking around as they stopped at a traffic stop. He didn't have a good feeling.

He saw a tall man, with black hair and green eyes, dressed like any other Gotham resident, but something was off. Way off. He was across the street from them and he was looking at them both. Elias' hunch went off.

" Theo, follow my lead and don't panic, " Elias said, grabbing Theo's arm.

Theo stayed quiet, guessing that Elias got a hunch. Elias had a detector for danger and that was a very useful skill to have in Gotham.

" Can I get an explanation? " Theo asked as they were walking quickly.

" I think a guy is following us. " Elias said quietly, seeing a subway. It was busy so they could lose him there.

" A hunch? " Theo pressed, walking down the old metal stairs.

" Yup. " Elias said, still not letting go off Theo's arm.

" Oh God. "

Elias stayed quiet, moving through the crowd. He looked back for a moment and he saw that the man was looking around. Elias pushed on forward, seeing the exit. Elias had a tight grip on Theo's arm and he moved him to go up the old metal stairs, making the run around the corner.

They have lost him.

" Come on, lets go. " They had around 10 minutes to their building.

" Elias, I can't run that fast. " Theo said, huffing.

" Well, I don't care. You are going to thank me one day. " Elias said, sighing in relief as they saw their building. He took his keys from his pocket and unlocked the front door.

Theo and Elias took deep breaths.

" Oh my God. " Theo said, panting.

" I know. "

" As much as I love this city, I hate it at the same time. " Theo declared, going to the elevator. He pressed the up button and Elias moved to stand next to Theo.

" I feel you. "

They stepped into the elevator once it opened it's doors. Elias pressed 2 and Theo pressed 3. The doors closed and the lift moved upwards.

They stood in silence and Elias said goodbye to Theo. He stepped out and unlocked the apartment door. Whew... This was insane. He took his jacket off and took his shoes off. His mom was going to be home soon and he would be able to tell her.

Who even was that man?

He went to the bathroom to wash his hands, sighing quietly. He went back to his room after drying his hands. A nap would be in order first.

He was tired beyond belief.

#damian wayne x OC #bruce wayne x OC #tim drake x OC #dick grayson x OC #dc comics #dc x OC #OC character #batfamily #batkids

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pyro-arts0nist · 8 months

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I just got a new sketchbook and ofc I had to draw the loml on the cover <3

I'll draw Nite-Mite and Dick's symbol on the back of it as well once the front dries completely.

#artwork #artists on tumblr #art #original art #dc x oc #dc oc #nightwing #traditional art #dick grayson #batfam #batman #barbie #you are kenough #he is kenough

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lazypanartist · 1 year

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Chapter 1

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A Rose By Any Other Name

Would Feel As Frigid

Warnings: mentions of underage smoking and drinking, other questionable activities, theft, and the American school system

Notes: a little over half of you said to name Reader, so that's what we'll do!

Meet Casey, our little OC/reader insert. Gender neutral name, they/them pronouns, and as always, you can change these in your head as we go along.

I figured giving a name to 'em would just help me as a writer keep track of stuff. Idk. If it doesn't work I'll just change it.

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Each of us was assigned to a different inmate by our friendly neighborhood guardsman, Bob. Probably not his real name, but he's not exactly relevant. Brown hair, angry eyes, late forties. Just like two of the other guards I saw in the Pen.

I watched Jackson, one of the football team's linebackers, visibly pale when he was assigned to Blockbuster.

Will got Icicle Senior, and seemed even less excited than Jack. We'd heard more about Senior's stunts than Blockbuster's, and they weren't exactly pretty.

Poor Will.

Lainey pulled some lady named Devastation. When Bob pulled up her profile, Laine grinned.

"She's the one that broke the Brooklyn Bridge last winter. Put a car through it when Bane held out on a Venom shipment."

I winced slightly.

"Seems excessive."

"Does it help that he was on the bridge?" Lainey's smile widened, glinting canines matching her beanie.

"Didn't know you were so violently inclined." Daniel pulled his hoodie off and handed it to security, bumping my shoulder with his own.

Laine rolled her eyes. "You've played bouncer for me. You get how deals work."

"Pay up or get tossed, I know." The other jock looked the screen over again, then nodded. "She's hot."

"She's also twenty." Jack shoved between Dan and I, dropping his belongings into the tray. "And has more muscle than the whole Varsity team put together. Don't get killed," he offered Lainey.

"It'll take the whole punishment's mood down." Dan rolled his eyes at my quip.

"Like it's not bad enough already."

Rachel got paired with some lady named Shimmer. Similar hair styles, but Bob didn't seem to notice.

Olivia ended up with someone named Psimon. Pale, with an odd, clear dome for a skull and visible brain beneath.

"If it wasn't for your little business, none of us would be here!" Olive snarled at Lainey.

She snickered. "We could see your smoke from the stairs! If those two knuckleheads hadn't asked Ray for drinks," the gestured towards Jack and Dan, "we'd have been fine."

Before the trip, us seven and Parker, the yearbook kid, had to take home permission slips for our parents to sign. The typical "if anything bad happens, whoops but it's not on us" deal. My mom wasn't going to let me go, but as soon as she heard the charges for the lock picking and camera would be dropped, she was sold.

How rude.

"Casey?"

I glanced up.

"Yeah?"

Bob's scowl deepened.

"You're assigned ta Cameron Mahkent, Icicle Junior."

His profile popped onto the screen, forcing Psimon's out of view. I could feel my eyes widen as another teenager came into focus.

White hair, blue eyes, long sideburns, and a sharp jawline like Dan's, but with less width.

That was just his mugshot, though. Next to that photo was one I recognized from the news - a pointy chinned, blue skinned kid with angled edges everywhere - his shoulders were broader, fingers longer and sharper, and even his ears seemed a bit more pointed; almost like he was chiseled from ice.

"He sued to be tried 's an adult an' be placed here with his father," Bob said. "Then he helped try 'n stage a breakout. Rap sheet longer'n some adults I've seen - tons 'f injuries, break ins, obstructions of traffic an' justice. We figured you'd be th' best fin," he grinned, "'cause yours is one'a them crimes. The res', though? Normal teenage nonsense."

I could feel my own lips curl into more of a snarl than a smile as I took my coat back from the other guard. The rest of my stuff was shoved, along with everyone else's, into a drawer behind the counter.

"Oh, joy."

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writingplenty · 5 months

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#jason todd #jason todd x oc #batfam #batkids #batbros #batman #dc #roy harper #dc x oc

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insomniac-astronomer · 2 years

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Harley Quinn x Reader: Girls Wanna Have Fun

Someone explain why Birds of Prey is my comfort movie rn?

Description: Reader is at a Halloween party and is miserable. The city's crazy lady criminal takes an interest in her.

Gender: neutral. Slight lean toward fem but doesn't have to be.

WARNINGS: drunk!Harley, gun, drinking, idk like strongly BOP themed

You sit in a corner of this ridiculously crowded bar your friends dragged you to for a halloween party.

Your costume is a Flash t-shirt that you cut short to make it "sexy," as your friends asked you to do. So now you're uncomfortably holding your arms around your ridiculously overexposed stomach, crammed into the only free corner you found.

Everyone else had abandoned you to go hit on some guys. You decided to play it easy this evening, you're already a nervous wreck and talking to new people would probably make you combust.

"What're you doing in the cerner?" A very drunk voice interrupts your thoughts. "Cernor. Cornor. Corner. Yeah, that's the one."

You look up to see none other than Harley Quinn, a criminal. Oh this is just great. Still, despite the fact that she is a murderer (which is such a bad mindset to have), she doesn't kill innocent people. So you find her pretty.

She trips trying to sit in front of you on the floor. "Corner?"

"Oh, um," you look around to see if there's a way out of this. Physically, there is not. "I'm just chilling."

"Chillin'?" She laughs. "Why aren't you partying?"

You shrug.

"M'kay." She grabs your arm and without a warning, harshly pulls you to your feet. "I'm gonna dance with you."

It is a stumble to the dance floor where her grip on your arm never releases. She accidentally flings you into an embarrassing number of people.

If only you'd picked a different corner.

Suddenly, Harley whips you around, throwing her arms over your shoulders, literally falling into you. She violently starts swaying—more like launching herself—and you awkwardly try to figure out what to do with your hands.

Harley pulls you into a tight hug-ish thing, bringing your arms over her shoulders now. "You're rlly- rrrlley- rreaally pretty."

"Thanks," you can feel a blush heating up your cheeks.

"You like girls or just guys?"

For a moment, you have to process what she just asked. ". . . either, I guess."

"Mm, good. Caussse I like you." She puts her head on your shoulder. "You got a boyfrriend?"

"No," you almost giggle. "Thought you did."

"Nah," she stands herself upright (kinda). "I decided it was time to moooove on. Puddin's real sad though."

"Do you still love him?" You don't know why, but curiosity strikes in your mind. The power couple of the city broke up? If the Joker really is upset, that could mean a bad crime spell for civilians.

"No!" Harley shouts loudly, laughing when people give her mean looks. "I wanna date you. Whas your name again?"

She never asked for your name. "Y/N."

"Yeah, that's a nice name." She giggles. "You having fun?"

"Not really," you admit with a shrug.

"Lez go get pizza."

She doesn't give you a choice, dragging you out of the club and to the pizza place next door. You send your friends a quick text, not that they're concerned where you are anyway.

She is a strong but really clumsy drunk. That's a great combination right there.

"Do you like olives?" Harley asks as she pulls you up to the counter.

"Yeah," you fish around in your purse for your wallet.

"You actually like olives on pizza? No waaaaay!" She tries to jump but kind of just trips. "Can we getta olive pizza, like a small one?"

The cashier looks miserable while he takes down the order. You pull out your wallet.

"I got it." Harley pulls a gun from her waistband.

"Harley, no!" You pull the gun from her hand. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry. Here's my credit card."

The cashier leans over the counter. "Are you safe?"

You laugh ironically. "Should be."

"Pizza's on me." They whisper. "If you're sure you're okay."

"I'm fine." You give them a smile.

They shrug, taking the order slip to the back and you lead Harley to the safety of a booth. She falls onto her seat.

"I like your costmume. No. Costuuuuume." Harley gives you a big smile.

"Oh," you compare your t-shirt to her grand, sparkly outfit. "Thanks. You look nice, too."

"Mm, I know." She closes her eyes as she smiles again.

"Here's your pizza." The cashier calls to you. You go grab the box and give him a huge, grateful smile.

You open the box and Harley squeals. You can't help but smile a little bit. No one else on Earth would be that happy over a pizza.

The pizza is oily and gross but Harley eats it like its a gourmet meal. You both eat in total silence, you're not sure why Harley is suddenly so calm. Well, calm for someone who fell in a vat of chemicals.

"Gimme your number." Harley pulls a marker from her pocket and offers you her arm. You hesitate for just a moment but then realize she's not going to care about marker on her arm.

She then stands up, having eaten her half the pizza.

"Mind if I take the leftovers?" Her voice is very slowly sounding a little less drunk.

"Oh, are you leaving?" You feel just a bit hurt but her sudden abandonment.

"I gotta go feed my hyena."

"Hyena?!" You actually yell, but she never turns around to explain.

Idk what that was. Anyway don't steal. Like & save for later. Happy fluff/spooktober day 2.

Buy me a coffee?

#harley quinn x reader #harley quinn x you #harley quinn x y/n #dc x y/n #dc x oc

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gcthvile · 10 months

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Felicia Quinzel-White

Name: Felicia Quinzel-White

Age: 28

Date of Birth: May 15

Personality: Felicia is a cunning and manipulative individual, with a razor-sharp intellect. She possesses a dark sense of humor, finding amusement in chaos and unpredictability. Her mind works in mysterious and intricate ways, making her a formidable opponent. Despite her villainous nature, Felicia has a charismatic charm that can be both captivating and unsettling.

Parents:

Jack Oswald White (Joker) - Father

Harleen Frances Quinzel (Harley Quinn) - mother

Felicia was born into a world of madness and crime, raised by her notorious parents for a time being, until she was at the age of 16, then she was raised by Joker, even though she didn't really like him because of what he's put Harley through. Nonetheless, growing up in the twisted environment shaped by Joker, she developed a fascination with chaos and an uncanny ability to think like a criminal mastermind. Felicia's intelligence was nurtured through exposure to her parents' schemes and her own insatiable thirst for knowledge.

Felicia's primary goal is to establish herself as the most notorious criminal mastermind in the world. She aims to create chaos and disorder on a grand scale, leaving her mark on society.

Felicia is driven by a desire to surpass her parents' (mostly her father's) legacy and prove herself as the ultimate criminal genius. She craves recognition and thrives on the thrill of outsmarting others. She possesses exceptional intelligence and strategic thinking. She excels in planning elaborate schemes and manipulating others to do her bidding. Her ability to analyze situations quickly and adapt to changing circumstances gives her an edge.

Her obsession with chaos can sometimes cloud her judgment. She can become overconfident and underestimate her opponents, leading to potential vulnerabilities. Felicia's emotional detachment can also hinder her ability to form genuine connections with others. Her need for control can sometimes make her impulsive and reckless. She can overlook crucial details in her pursuit of chaos, which can lead to unexpected setbacks.

Felicia has honed her skills in deception, manipulation, and psychological warfare. She is an expert in crafting elaborate traps and creating diversions to achieve her goals. She possesses exceptional deductive reasoning and is skilled in hand-to-hand combat. She also has a penchant for collecting antique playing cards, which she sees as a symbol of her parents' legacy and leaves them behind as signature calling cards at the scenes of her crimes, often in the form of playing cards with her unique symbol. And has a habit of humming or whistling when she's deep in thought.

Enjoys challenging puzzles and mind games. She has a fondness for classic literature and finds inspiration in characters like Moriarty from Sherlock Holmes.

Felicia believes that chaos is the true essence of life. She sees order as a mundane and restrictive force and believes that chaos is what pushes humanity to evolve and adapt.

Hope you'll like her :)

@msrochelleromanofffelton @hanlueluver @blueboirick @jackiequick @meiramel

#oc post #oc rp #oc introduction #oc rpg #dc #dc comics #dc universe #dc x oc #dc rp #dc roleplay

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thewrittingratt · 1 month

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Jo here with the Rules For Requesting!

Things I won't write

homophobia, Transphobia, anything hateful to the lgbtq community

smut(just a personal preference as writing it makes me uncomfy)

Requesting x oc

things to include in your request

the show/movie universe the request takes place in

what they look

their lifestyle

their personality

if it's romantic or platonic

who you are shipping them with(can be multiple characters) or who they are friends with(if it's for a platonic request)

Requesting X Reader

the show/movie universe it takes place

if its romantic or platonic

who they are being shipped with(can be multiple characters) or who they are friends with(if it's for a platonic request)

Fandoms and characters to request from

Arkhamverse

The Batman 2022

Suicide Squad movies

Stranger Things

Jonathan Byers

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

Eddie Munson

One Piece Live Action

Buggy

Shanks

Zoro

Sanji

Slashers

Norman Bates

Otis Driftwood

Brahms Heelshire

Bubba Sawyer

Chop Top Sawyer

Stu Macher

Charles Lee Ray

The Lost Boys

Art The Clown

Thomas Hewitt

Stardew Valley

Shane

Sam

Sebastian

Alex

Harvey

Elliott

Emily

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Jake Peralta

Charles Boyle

The Umbrella Academy

Luther

Klaus

Diego

Ben

Marcus

Alphonso

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

Crowley

Jack Kline

Gabriel

Scooby Gang

Fred Jones

Shaggy Rogers

Scooby-Doo 2002 and 2004 Movies

What's New Scooby-Doo?

Mystery Incorporated

Basically all the animated 2010s movies

Spiderman ATSV

Hobbie Brown(SpiderPunk)

Pavitr Prabhakar(SpiderMan)

Johnathon Ohnn(The Spot)

Patrick O'Hara(Web-Slinger)

Ben Riley(Scarlet Spider)

Spider Noir

Extra Characters

John Bender(The Breakfast Club)

Andrew Clark(The Breakfast Club)

Brian Johnson(The Breakfast Club)

Beetlejuice(BeetleJuice)

Cameron Frye(Ferris Bueller's Day Off)

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If a fandom or character you would like to request for is not listed feel free to request for that character or fandom anyway and I'll see what I can do!

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riotlain · 1 year

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forgot to post my funny dc oc Lydia (They/He)

they arent gonna be shipped with anyone (they aromantic💪💪) he just here to be silly

All you really gots to know about them

They got Autism + Adhd and also the NPD

He friends with Tim and got beef with Damian

#dc fanart #dc x oc #oc x canon #dc oc #dc ocs #oc fanart #dceu #tim drake #tim drake x oc

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tyrin1350 · 2 years

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Thanks again to @aries/megaverse he drew all 6 of my supersonas vs their respective dark knight metal counterparts

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thefanpov · 1 year

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How would they react if there's a spider in the shower while they're showering:

Jason Todd ( Redhood ):

Jason who's scrubing his hair while mumbling his favorite song and open his eyes to see a huge spider to the wall: "WHAT THE FUCK!!!!"

Roy who rushed in with a flamethrower: "What's happening?!"

Jason who is shaking: "KILL IT!!!!"

Roy looked at him in confusion as Jason pointed the spider: "Oh my god- don't worry I got this!" Roy click a button to the flamethrower

Jason realizing: "Wait- Roy-"

That is the second time Roy shot fired Jason from, the shower with his flamethrower

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Dick Grayson ( Nightwing ):

Dick was entering the shower at a sudden blink a spider jump from his face: "SCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!-"

Meanwhile:

Luna suddenly woke up and look around her room and turn to her pet cat gone and look up to the ceiling to she Faust: "Hey Faust, did you heard something?"

Faust who littery shaking from the recent scream as her nails dugged to the ceiling and letting out a whimper: "Merroww..."

Luna: "Faust?"

So Luna decide to leave her pet cat for the rest of her mission and for Dick... well... let's just say... it really didn't get well...

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Damian Wayne ( Robin ):

Damian holding his Katana and pointing it inside the shower: "What a disgusting fragile creature, tsk..."

Tim calling outside of his room: "Damian! We're gonna be late!"

Damian blink at the spider as it already dissappear: "Drake! Inform the others that we'll be evacuating!"

Okay so... I have no words to say...

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Timothy Drake ( Red Robin ):

Tim is lack of sleep, he spotted a spider at the sink and didn't hesitate to just smash it with his fist: "... I need coffee..."

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Luna Midnight ( Smiley ):

Luna is scrubbing her body with soap as she notice a huge spider: "Oh my- why would you be inside here?"

Luna gently grab the spider with her wet hands and open the shower curtains and gently put the spider to the counter of the sink: "Please stay there, it's really rude to just enter the shower with someone inside, so please stay out there..."

Luna petted the spider before going back showering humming:

This is the time the spider finally met a peaceful freedom

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pookiebeary · 6 months

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Go Little Spider

Spiderperson! Reader in Gotham

Gn!Reader x Batfam(?)

Heavily inspired by "Peter the Pizza Guy" and "Dark Matter" in AO3

ATSV spider-reader

Part 1 | Next

You're Spider-Kid, sidekick and protégé of the late amazing Spider-Man. It didn't take long before Miguel O'hara and his band of spiderpeople recruited you in their little elite force after you took the mantle of your late mentor.

It also didn't take long for you to realize how despite the so-called elite force consisting of all the other variants of your late mentor- they all seemed to fail at being the one thing they claimed to be. They all failed the one golden rule Spider-Man lived by. You couldn't believe your ears when you heard about the Arachno-Humanoid Poly-Multiverse and canon events. Allowing some people to die because that's their fate? That was some messed up shit. You couldn't sit by idly knowing their destiny was to die, so you did what your Spider-Man would've done; you broke the canon.

Well, more like tried to.

You had planned to save the Gwen Stacy of this universe (because you're not going to let another version of your mentor go through the pain he did), but of course you were caught before you could save her from the fall. A great force tackled you and broke your grip as you climbed the tower of the Brooklyn Bridge.

The sweet and tangy smell of iron fills your mouth when you're thrown from the tower and far off against the incoming metro. A pained groan escapes your lips upon impact and you feel an unbearable ache on your chest when you try to get up. You take your ripped mask off for a breather and spit out the blood from your chapped lips. You manage to sit up after gritting through the pain- you've been through worse, you mutter to yourself.

"Stop whatever you're trying to do, kid. You can't risk breaking the canon." You heard the familiar and condescending voice of Miguel warning you, but his words only further infuriated you.

A look of disbelief flashes over you and you feel your anger getting the better of you,"You're telling me… that I'm just supposed to let them die because that's their fate? How could you..?"

" HOW COULD ALL OF YOU?!" You bark at the other spiderpeople in the surrounding.

" And we're supposed to be the good guys?! Spider-Man would never let someone die just because that's their fate!!" You let out a faint sardonic laugh, "If this is what it means to be Spider-man, then I want out. "

The other Spider-people, the other versions of the Peter you know tenses at your words; you're going rogue. You narrow your eyes at them, they look like a younger version of Peter you know but they could never live up to yours.

"It's not like that, kiddo," You hear one of them tell you in a disappointed tone.

You couldn't believe that all of them gave in so easily as you gave them an even more menacing glare, "So all of you are fine with letting innocent people die because that's their fate? Because some fucking simulation said so?! You're all fine with that??"

They all shuffled and looked at each other as if they've only just started thinking that maybe- maybe they were wrong. If looks could kill, you'd be six feet under with the way Miguel looks at you but you could say the same for him. If looks could kill, he'd be six feet under too.

As the group of spiderpeople seemed to hesitate, you quickly take advantage of this opening to make a run for it before Miguel could bark out another order. You speed along the metro to put some distance between you and your pursuers, bearing through the pain on your legs and chest as you keep running.

"Fine." Miguel gruffly replies, his eyes glaring with a menacing red hue as he starts chasing after you like a feral animal.

Curiously, you took a quick peek behind you and the sight almost made you wet your pants. He looked like he was out for blood with the way he was running on all fours and snarling at you-

Well you weren't wrong. Miguel was out for blood and you found out the hard way when he managed to web you, pulling you backwards as you tumbled from the sudden force. He then grabbed your head and smashed you against the ground mercilessly, leaving a crater in its wake from the sheer force. Blood trickled down your head and nose as you start seeing black spots dance around your vision.

You hear the other Peter speak up to defend you on your behalf as you struggle to get up with ringing ears and a few bones you were sure are broken.

"Go home (Name)." He commands ever so sternly as if he hadn't just incapacitated you. He towers over you as he holds a tight grip on your wrist where your interdimensional watch rests. As he's about to take your watch away, you remember you've tampered with the watch before and set a contingency plan in case this rogue act of yours went wrong. Not that said contingency plan was complete yet but something's better than nothing.

Immediately, you pressed the special switch you've installed in your watch and Miguel's surprise is clear as you start glitching and fading away.

"Fuck you." You spat before kicking him away, taking advantage of his surprise and jumping to the ominously glitching dimensional rift that suddenly appeared behind you.

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#batfam x reader #dc x reader #batfam x oc #dc x oc #jason todd x you #red hood x reader #red hood x you #batgirl x reader #batman x reader #batfam x you #batfam x gn reader #batfam x spiderkid reader #batfam fanfic #spiderman atsv

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pyro-arts0nist · 8 months

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The only people Casey doesn't hate

@moonyjuv

#artwork #artists on tumblr #art #oc art #original art #oc artwork #dc oc #dc x oc #nightwing #the flash #superboy #red hood #dick grayson #jason todd #wally west #conner kent #dc original character #original character

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maxine-drusilla-wayne · 2 years

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Istg im finna fight not someone but Grayson bro @addison-wayne-al-ghul

#dc oc rp #dc ocs #dc x oc

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simpingwriter · 9 months

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Jerome Valeska

Faith Wayne/Phoenix

'All you need is

a bit of Faith'

pt.9

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Phoenix takes Jerome for a ride and soon after beats in some faces, to be able to give the pretty ginger his second lesson of the day.

And does the boy slowly start to find his voice again thanks to Phoenix's lead?

Enjoy! :)

Word Count: approx. 3.600 Words

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You left through the front door of the Apartment with Jerome, like a decent human being for once and not through the window again. Once out of the apartment building, you enter the most recent, possible addresses into your watch, activating the GPS of it that's connected to your personal "Batcycle". Though Dick is right with his opinion, that it's less a BATcycle than a Phoenixcycle. But the latter sounds incredibly stupid, so you stick with your dad's version for it until you're grazed with the right name during a warm shower.

Wordlessly, you start to cross the street, Jerome following close behind, tagging along with blind trust. Of course you pulled out a different pair of your shorts beforehand, still having been unable to find the strength to NOT stare straight downwards when he isn't looking. And if even you lost this battle, how would other women or certain men without your training of self-control react??

Jerome is just about to ask you where you're taking him, until with the press of a button on the screen of the same watch, you uncover the hiding spots of your previously cloaked vehicle.

"Wait…we're taking the Batcycle?!" Not THE batcycle, one of them, but yes. That's why you made him take the helmet, because while you gave two rat's nasty shitholes about helmets, you didn't want him to hurt himself in case his grip grows weak or you accidentally forget he's on as well and take a corner too sharp. Has all happened before and with every time something along the kind happened, you loved helmets more and more for existing.

You and Damian still have a secret that you keep from your dad, preferably taking it to each of your graves, about how you two went on Patrol together and he practically begged you on his knees – yes, you're still talking about Damian, the Gremlin you call your half-brother – to take him for a ride during it, since he of course wasn't allowed to drive himself yet, having been 12 years only at that point of the event.

And since he weighs basically nothing while on the bike, you…well…you kinda forgot he is on there and while you took a corner so tight it turned into you drifting, you only heard him shout your name a few meters already behind you.

Damian fell off your motorcycle that night, thankfully besides a few scratches nothing happened, but damn, you BOTH almost shat your costumes that patrol, yes even Damian, the kid that argues that he fears nothing. He fears your driving style since then.

"Yes we are, that's the helmet for. Put it on and hurry up. The longer we wait, the more time he has to find out that nothing happens to him…well, law-wise. A broken rib or two? Yeah, he won't escape THAT." He is quick to nod and follow your instructions, letting you get on first, watching with constant interest as you sit down on your cape. If you didn't, chances were high he gets smacked by it…and falls off. And still, you wanted to avoid that.

Once you give him the okay, he carefully sits behind you, but you help out a bit when he hesitates about holding onto you. "I don't bite…too hard...i mean, unless you want me to leave a mark." You tease, looking over your shoulder with a toothy, mischievous grin after you made sure that he held on tightly. "Do NOT ease your grip, if anything, hold on even tighter if you're worried. And tell me when I'm going too fast for you." While you couldn't see it, because of the helmet, the shaking of his hands and his nod told you enough of his current mood: two inches away from shitting enough bricks to remodel Wayne Manor. But you didn't know if it was because of the ride alone, since the Batcycle isn't exactly slow – Your Dad's, yours and those of your siblings all got equal Speed – or maybe even from the close proximity right now?

He did after all even flinch from you just touching his thigh as Faith back in Jim's Car yesterday. Was it that far off to think that he simply isn't used to getting touched, or at least, getting touched without it leaving a bruise or a cut afterwards? What a depressing thought and possibility...but you could understand it. Been like that when you were still young and had only recently been taking in by your Father and Alfred as well, flinching and dodging at every moment you felt their hands coming even close to you. It took a whole year for you to lose all your physical restraint, to actively hug Dad or Alfred, and respectively your adoptive brothers as well.

"Relax, everything is going to be fine." But no matter how serious and honest your words were meant, they wouldn't just erase all the former pain he went through like that, and you knew that, it didn't erase all of yours back then either. You wished they had, that you would've let dad in earlier. Because now that you knew of the dangers of not only his but also now your...life...you were made aware of how quickly you could lose the people you cared for the most.

You still remembered the day the Joker killed Jason, like it was yesterday, the pain of hearing the news from Dad...

Following the GPS through the streets, you kept your eyes out for anything of similar suspicion in different alleyways and so on. After all you're still on Patrol either way, though Day-Patrols usually were much much calmer than the more common night ones. Since Gotham's Criminal Underworld Slime more often crawled out of their holes at night, so it wasn't much use to do Patrols during daylight. With more and more time spent on the bike, you felt Jerome slightly relax into it. And with that, you didn't mean the ride itself, no, that clearly still had him on the edge.

You meant the close body contact. He seemed much more alright with actively holding onto you now, pressing himself into your smaller back, his arms wrapped around your waist, presumably to not have to witness the actual levels of speed your bodies currently traveled at. Good news for him and "his" underwear – thank the gods for you owning some boxershorts for comfort's sake – then that you reached the first address, and from the noise coming from one of the warehouses, it seems like you had hit the right spot on the first try. Unusual but you wouldn't turn your nose at that. "You good?" You turn to ask him once you get off the motorcycle, concealing it once more like earlier. Despite the jacket you gave him, he shook. So he couldn't push onto the fact that he was cold.

He was probably scared shitless from the whole ride, so you were quick to pull the helmet off of his head with some gentleness that was rare for Phoenix, placing it into the nearest bush for departure later before coming back to the ginger, watching him try to tame his now wild ginger locks, "You drive like a maniac..." Well, duh…you got places to be, you don't have the time to stop at red lights or remember traffic rules, "...Would you rather drive then?" That made him slightly frown at you, crossing his arms, "Me and which driver's license?" Which made you laugh almost too loud for the current situationand place you're in, throwing your head back before you calmed yourself down again, "Good…good fucking joke. You think I got an official license?? Never made one...yet, but the GCPD knows that I can drive and that it's the last thing on my list of intentions to hurt innocent people while driving." Plus, while you ignored some basic rules for driving regularly, like driving on the wrong side and so on…you knew them, you knew them very well.

You drove like a normal person when in Gotham as your normal self too, you just don't get pulled aside because the Police knows you – still meaning Faith in that case – that you're basically the left hand of Gordon. And someone who works for the Commissioner has to have a license, right?! Nah. You're lucky that they are that naive, and at the same time, it worries you about the general intelligence the officers have…

"You don't have one?" "Learned how to drive from my dad, Red Hood and Batman." One of the "three" was a horrible teacher for driving. No, it's not Batman.

Usually it was Alfred who taught every Robin how to handle the vehicles you get to use during Patrols, but when it was your turn, Alfred had just broken his arm due to a soapy mistake from Jason trying to clean up in the kitchen. So of course, as punishment – which indirectly ended up being one for you as well, as one might deduct from your driving skill/style – it became Jason's stand-in job to teach you the basics. Worst decision…well one of them…your dad ever made.

The absolute worst was fucking your hellspawn of a mother nearly 19 years ago, creating you in the process, but that's a different kind of subject for a different kind of day. Definitely not fitting for today.

"I'm guessing your connections to the GCPD kept you on the street for that long?" Jerome went on to ask as you two crossed the street to get to the warehouses lined up at the riverside, "Hit the nail on the head, yeah." Then, you signal him to keep quiet from now on, to stay back further until you gave him the sign that he could come in. You didn't need him to get hurt because you dragged him into gunfire and overly aggressive Gang Members. To that came that you needed all your focus on defending yourself already, having to split your attention on keeping him fucking alive would put you into danger as well.

Once you have managed to stash the boy away behind some crates outside the warehouse, you pull out your grapple gun from the tool belt, aiming at the roof's edge. "See you in a bit, pretty boy." Of course you had to drop that nickname again, who would you be if you didn't tease him every five minutes to watch the blood shoot back up into his face and his dark green eyes widen with shock.

Though this time you didn't get much time to admire the effect your words had on him, already getting pulled up to the roof when you finished speaking to him, using your hands to pull yourself up the edge at the end before slowly making your way over to one of the few roof access hatches. You had so many encounters in so many building types and places, that you knew some of the ways they were built better than you knew what kind of clothes you owned. The latter was getting out of control anyways, you need to clean up again soon-

Shaking your head, you get back to the actual problem at hand, dropping down through the hatch onto one of the horizontal metal beams holding the warehouse together and stable during storms. From up here, you had the perfect view downwards to the culprits of all that noise, two separate groups in the middle of a deal.

And with them? The suspect, visibly anxious from his body language. He still thought that he was in danger after the day you caught him at the crime scene. Why the hell did he return anyways if it was a crime related to Penguin and not a personal one? Usually these types of murders don't result in the killer returning, but instead in reporting his actions to whomever he worked for, for protection in case of repercussions. Repercussions in the form of a vigilante's fist, foot or weapon.

…

What if it wasn't a Penguin-related murder but actually personal?

Just because he worked for that short, stumbling umbrella obsesses prick, doesn't mean every crooked thing he does is for the Penguin, as Cobblepot had a thing for taking henchmen that already weren't "innocent little boys" to begin with. Usually they had their history with law enforcement before, or even the Vigilantes if they and their bones were unfortunate…

The deal itself was common, but currently doing its rounds at the many riverside warehouses again more than elsewhere: Gun Trades, of course. Let's hope only the ones they're holding are loaded. Then again, whoever the second group is from are from and the Penguin are not exactly friends of their henchmen using the guns, "the precious ware", in trade without explicit Permission from either one of the "Bosses". The day you take fucking Oswald Cobblepot serious is the day your life takes a healthy turn, you'll start a family and all. Fuck, as of you get to settle down, ever. Especially with the conscious knowledge keeping you awake that these criminals will have field day with the day you "retire", just like with anyone else that was part of your crime-fighting family.

But that will never happen, so no kids pulling at your pant legs, constantly endangered by your second life at night. At least something you can be certain of is that Cobblepot will always stay a goddamn joke in your eyes. One easily killed Joke, but your Dad of course doesn't let you, because it's against the rules he taught you all, even Jason. While he is right, and you kept to that rule...mostly, it was also such a goddamn…Bore.

Spying out the deal from above, you pinned down the actual number of threats, and calculated how many would potentially run away. The suspect would belong to that group, from what you watched, as he was obviously still very jumpy as you previously deducted. But you couldn't have that, he was the main target in all of this, you needed him here, you needed him conscious.

So a smoke bomb it was.

As soon as it hits the ground, dispersing the light powder inside all around its usual area, you put on your mouth guard against it. "Well hello there, boys! So sorry I had to blow up your little get-together…by the way, you still know each other from school by any chance?!" Was your witty remark, having jumped down to take out the first two with your feet, their short lived grunts your good to go before you continue with the others.

From the corner of your eyes, you saw the main target of yours trying to slip away by using the chaos that now broke out, which was quickly hindered by a quick hip-aimed fire of your gun. Non lethal rubber bullets, just like Jason, of course. But they were still very much capable of fracturing bones and internal bleeding if used right or…"wrong".

The howl coming from the target indicated a fracture though, or at least, he wouldn't be able to run anymore when you checked up on him and he still laid in the same spot, whimpering to himself while holding his hit leg.

Reholstering the gun, you turned back to his friends, immediately getting to dodge their blind attempts at swinging their fists into you or with their makeshift weapons of…oh yeah…yeah…crowbars. Everyone's not favorite.

Swiftly you kick some of them out of their hands, the metal clanking across the warehouse floor. Can't they just give up for once? You're not here for them anyways!

Not two minutes later, the smoke bomb finally settled again, you had incapacitated every one of them, using some zip ties for now to hold them here till you had informed the GCPD. That left only one.

"...seems like you're the last one for me to deal with, huh?" You call out with a lazy grin, taking your time walking over to him as you re-pocket the flare you didn't need, knowing there was nowhere to run for him. "Jerome! You can come in now!!" Was the next thing you shout, already dragging the complaining man behind you to one of the other metal beams that support the weight of the roof.

Turns out, he was already watching anyway, coming out from behind the massive warehouse door, mouth hanging wide open as he stared at the aftermath of your fiery encounter, the smellof singed clothes and plastic hanging in the air. "Holy shit…that was so fucking badass!" He exclaims, unfreezing from his shock, covering ground while stepping unfazed over the unconscious bodies of the criminals. "Didn't I tell you to stay behind the crates?" "Well…yeah.. but-" "You got too curious?" He nods sheepishly, expecting you to stay angry at him, just like his mother would have probably. But why should you, it wasn't too dangerous, they didn't have any guns besides the ones in the crates. If anything: he finally seems to find his own free will in himself again, something that was stripped away forcefully from him when he grew up. Curiosity is important to an extent, especially for self growth. But usually that's a lesson for kids...not an almost 19 year old boy.

"It's fine, come here and help me, we need to tie him against this beam…" you order, motioning him over with your head and holding out another zip tie to him. "W-what do you fucking want from me?!" The man asks with a stutter in his voice, clearly very aware of how fucked he was the same moment he knew it was Phoenix who blew up whatever weapons deal was about to happen here. "Eh…just some answers to some questions. In exchange…hmm…" you act like you're thinking about it for a moment, until you grin at him, menacingly. Because who are you shitting here, you and Jerome knew exactly what you would press against him.

The sole reason you looked for him, this pain in the ass!

"In exchange, I won't drag you with my bike all the way across the pavement of Gotham to the precinct for the Commissioner himself to deal with you…I know what you did, you're behind the murder at the Asylum two weeks ago." With a tone that erased any chance of him suspecting that you were technically just guessing. But to be fair, it was pretty certain it was him. "W-wh-what?!" Here comes the denia- "How did you find out it was me?!" Or not. Huh.

Then he scoffs, grasping his last bit of confidence it felt like as he looks you directly into your masked white eyes, "You work with Batman, you're nothing but one of his stupid Sidekicks, you can't- AHHH!" Okay, so maybe mild intimidation won't pull here today (plus no one calls you a sidekick), so without much of a warning, you had pulled back your leg quickly. And kicked with full strength into his upper ribs, watching him ring for air in his lungs now, spit dripping from his mouth as he coughs. Soon the tears followed and you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, getting close and personal.

"With the help of a little bird, saw you at the crime scene about…three days ago? They were kind enough to give me your description to…deal…with you." Cracking your knuckles loudly at the end, starting the mild intimidation for now as he was already breathing heavily. Hyperventilating and passed out, he would be of no use to you.

"Listen, you small fry fool, never think that just because me and the others aren't the Bat himself that we can't deal the same terrible cards as him. Now I recommend following my rules by spilling what your tiny little pea brain has stored up there…and I won't indebt you with a mile long hospital bill after I'm done with you." Was your hissed threat, throwing him back against the ground and metal beam, his head bouncing off the latter.

You would be here for quite a while if he was as stubborn as he made himself out to be-

"Fine…fine…i- i-i'll talk!" Booo, what a boring ass show, next channel...

Frowning, you kneel down to his current height, shaking your head, "You guys really know how to ruin one's fun, damn. Well fine then, I will take you for your word…" looking up to Jerome, you stand back up, take a few steps back and cross your arms. "I'll start with an easy one: Was the murder Cobblepot's order? …or was it personal?" Because if it actually turned out to be because of a personal dispute with the victim, you could still bring him in to Gordon.

Sure, you just said you wouldn't. But that was in case it's the first option you gave him with this question…plus that meant you wouldn't drag him behind your batcycle. It was a huge mistake to take everything you specifically said at face value, having taken a liking to be a bit of a deceiver and trickster towards people that had a negative standing with you. Yeah okay, you did that with your Brothers too every once in a while. Just to mess with them though.

Jerome first looked a bit surprised at the second question, since he thought you were certain that it was a job done for the Penguin. But clearly that wasn't the case anymore as you glare at the man.

"...That man was my brother."

Oh dear. Fratricide. Flavorful murder.

Didn't answer your actual question though, so with one boot getting placed on his already hurting ankle, you lean over him against the beam, "But was it for the Penguin, fucking hell!" "NO! That…that bastard fucked my sister!" Wait, wait, wait...what? His sister? But they were brothers. "You mean-" "He was ADOPTED! Now please...my foot!!!" Following his pitiful plea, you take your own foot off of his, still glaring at him, "Fine…"

What could you ask nex-

"Is the Penguin having any other similar deals like this soon?" Was that just…Jerome? Eyebrows pulled up as high as they possibly could be, you half turn towards the ginger, who looked like he tried so hard to seem tough. He did a bit, but he still looked like a partially kicked puppy, standing a bit awkward behind you. But unexpected or not, it drew a smile on your formerly cold, more calculated face. Once you knew that he saw your silent approval of his sudden decision to speak up, you're facing the man again.

"What he asked. Speak, or I fuck up your second ankle and make you walk a mile or two." Maybe ten. Depends on your mood to hurt criminals without killing them. That must've sounded anything but fun to him, you don't even know why, and he shook his head violently, "N-NO ANYTHING BUT THAT! I...rather fry in Blackgate …Penguin...he made some of his higher men plan a heist on Gotham's Main Centre Bank. It's supposed to happen any week next month, but nothing specific has been dated yet…please…p-please, I don't know anymore!" More? He knew of a planned heist, even if not exactly when, but it's going to be enough for the Batcomputer back home. That and hearing out some more of the said higher-ups in Cobblepot's ranks. An easy job for everyone.

"Jerome, call the GCPD, to come pick up the crooks around us." You tell the ginger while kneeling down to take the man off the metal beam, throwing your phone into his fumbling arms. He did so immediately, explaining the situation, and without having to tell him, he let's it sound like he is a civilian that came across these men already out cold. Such a good boy he is. Don't good boys deserve a little treat?

"Wait? Where are you taking me?" "The Precinct." Was the only thing you said for now, re-doing his zipties once getting him onto his one healthy foot, dragging him forward until you reached Jerome. "You thought ahead, didn't tell them you're with me, pretty boy." And before he could reply to that, you pull him down by the old baggy t-shirt of yours he wore now, placing a near feather-light kiss on the corner of his lips, his eyes widening like saucers, before getting back to the main task at hand and walking past him to get back to the Batcycle.

"Are you coming or not?" "...O-of course, Phoenix!" Not just a good boy. A good boy that's pretty and smart.

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