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foeofcolor · 2 years
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if i had to pick a vilgante city to be in, i'd rather it be star city over gotham because not only do the bats have awful villians, the entire damn city gets involved in their family drama. imagine ur trying to sleep and fucking batman and red hood are screaming on the roof about the joker. or like one of the robins is having temper tantrum. or fucking batman is making out with a rogue. the arrows at least arent completely nocturnal. 
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layla4567 · 6 months
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That's how the money works
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Summary: Villain par excellence (much more efficient than other male villains) you are in a relationship with Jeremiah Valeska and you are his queen of Gotham: Lady Gotham
Warnings: maybe a lil suggestive, fighting, mention of injuries and blood, mention of harassment of women, bad words/coarse language
wc: 1.8k this is hort folks
A/N: inspired by Lady Gaga's song "money honey"
Clicking hard with your steps echoing on the cold wet sidewalk of Gotham City. The nauseating vapors came from the sewers and gave the city a mysterious and dangerous vibe, it was always like that. It was night and you were tired, the last robbery went perfectly, you always got what you wanted. This time you were dreaming about a pearl necklace that you saw in a shop window, you remember telling your boyfriend Jeremiah that you were going to get it no matter what it took. He looked at you with a knowing and mocking look because he knew it was true. And there the necklace was now, adorning your neck exposed to the cold temperatures of Gotham.
A luxurious life is what you always aspired to, and being a villain it was much easier to achieve. Although to be honest Jeremiah was a lot of help, you know, he's a millionaire and he can buy you anything, and he does, but it's much more fun to steal. You are an independent woman too. You knew that trying to be a hero in this putrid city would never lead to great things, Gotham had been lost for a while. And that stupid Bruce still believed there was hope, poor thing. With you at the helm as queen of Gotham City there was no place to hide. You continued walking, taking off your sunglasses to put them on your head, it was night but you didn't care, it made you look elegant. Your long black dress with a cut on the leg accentuated your best curves and caught eyes, but be careful of the slimy guy who whistles at you on the street and says dirty things to you.
To top it off, your beautiful white feather boa hugged your back and rested in your arms, serving as a shelter. Every step you took squared your hips. You passed near an alley where there were two tall guys who looked like thugs, when you passed they licked their lips and gave you lustful glances. You made a face of annoyance and disgust.
"Hey doll, what is a pretty girl doing alone at night?"
"What do you fucking care, idiot?"
The other jerk who hadn't said anything whistled in amusement as he continued to look at you up and down.
"Chill out pretty, don't get angry with us"
They were making you sick. You gritted your teeth and continued on your way in silence, or so you intended when one of them grabbed you by the arm tightly.
"ah, ah, ah where do you think you're going huh?"
If you were a different person you would be terrified and shaking, but all you felt was an angry anger building in your stomach and chest like a volcano about to erupt. They didn't know who they were messing with.
"If you don't want to lose your useless arm you better let me go NOW"
You struggled until you got away but the other asshole got in front of you and cornered you, you were in the middle of those two creeps who were now starting to get angry.
"You're not leaving here, bitch."
The one who was in front of you grabbed you by the wrists making you hurt and he clung closer to you. Now they were going to meet you. Baring your teeth, you kneed the person in front of you in the groin; he doubled over, uttering insults. The guy behind you grabbed you by the stomach trying to get you off the ground but you were faster and threw your head back, headbutting hard towards his face. He screamed and put his hand to his bloody nose. The other one who was lying on the floor started to get up but you kicked him in the stomach, leaving him immobilized.
"Damn whore!!"
Still holding his nose he tried to punch you but you stopped him just in time and hit him in the ribs. Before he fell to the ground in pain, you grabbed him by the face near the jaw with your cat claws digging into his flesh, scratching it and causing him to bleed slightly. You brought his face closer to yours so he could listen carefully.
"Listen to me, you stupid bastard, if you were looking for a defenseless woman to preach your disgusting things, you were in the wrong person. I feel sorry for the woman who had to give birth to such a useless being like you."
You spat the words like they were bullets piercing his skull, your eyes flashing with rage like burning flames. Your nails kept digging into his skin. They'll probably leave a nice mark tomorrow. With your face contorted with anger you slammed the man's head into the ground hard, it made a crunching sound when it hit the cement. But he had not died, no, he would simply suffer some bruise or fracture. Painful enough for him to remember who he had messed with.
You turned around threateningly and breathing hard towards where the other guy was ready to continue fighting if necessary. The idiot was still on the floor clutching his stomach, visibly terrified, you couldn't help a small grimace similar to a smile on your lips. You slowly crouched close to him who tried to crawl away from you without success, he was still very sore and you could see it in his expressions.
You tilted your head, considering your words. "You're lucky you're still alive or Jeremiah isn't here with me." Upon hearing that name, the guy's face turned pale as wax as he opened his eyes wide, a feeling of pride flooding your chest. Mr. Valeska as you used to call him was the most feared villain and you were proud to be able to stand by his side.
"Oh I see you know him, well in that case you know that his favorite prey are the perverts who harass women and of course, that he loves to test his new acid tanks on them" You stood up now smiling smugly. "So if I were you I would be careful next time, take that as advice." You shrugged your shoulders and left the alley with the same confidence and security that you felt before this attack.
As you approached the mansion you could notice that your nail had broken "fuck" you cursed under your breath. The truth is that after that fight you were no longer as presentable as before, your perfectly combed and stretched bun was now letting out rebellious strands and you were panting from the effort of the fight. He noticed that, and as quickly as you entered, somewhat disheveled, he looked up from his desk where he was arranging and cleaning his weapons on top of some plans and fixed it on the person who had entered.
"Darling, what the hell happened to you?"
His deep voice took on a serious but calm tone, when he spoke like that you knew he was trying to control his confusion and anger. He sometimes got upset when you went out alone or were reckless about who you messed with. But you were his Lady Gotham and he couldn't hate you for that, on the contrary, he knew perfectly well that you were capable of disarming an army of men with a look, and he was delighted to have a faithful and loyal companion like you.
You tried to make light of it by standing up straight, crossing one leg in front of the other, one hand on your hip and the other brushing a rebellious strand out of your face. Jeremiah snorted, feigning exasperation, but a glow dilated his pupils. You knew that when you posed like that he melted
"Come here"
He ordered, pushing the chair he was sitting in back with his feet to move away from the desk and make room for you, then he patted his thighs demandingly. There were countless times you had sat on his thighs, sometimes when he was working on a new plan. Sometimes you did it casually or when you wanted me to buy you something, and other times it ended up being something else. You bit your lower lip and approached him, sitting on his legs with yours between the space he had left. You placed your arms around his neck.
"Some thugs harassed me in an alley." You said with an anguished pout, trying to be sad.
Jeremiah's face tensed as he looked at you seriously. He knew very well that you were not just any defenseless girl, even so, having some miserable perverts hissing at his favorite woman was something that made his blood boil.
You noticed that his face was acquiring a slight reddish color, furious with anger. You placed a finger on the tip of his nose. "But don't worry, I taught them good manners." You ended up smiling mischievously and openly.
The villain's face relaxed and a seductive smile emerged. He loved a woman who knew how to defend herself, he loved you.
"That's my girl". He smiled wider looking at your lips.
Without waiting any longer, you succumbed to your desires and kissed him passionately, licking his lower lip. With each kiss he placed his hand on your thigh and slid it, caressing you up and down. Suddenly his gloved hand slowly came up and came dangerously close to your inner thighs. The fabric of his glove tickled you. You moaned into his mouth.
"Miah..!"
He flashed you his white-toothed smile in response. Your lips were running over his chin and jaw, barely resting on his pale skin, humming his name. Your warm full lips rested on his neck and you smiled against his skin while he caressed your back. You felt his breath and his fragrance near your ear.
At the best moment, Ecco came in abruptly, opening the door with a slam, making you jump and making Miah's muscles tense.
"Tell me one good reason not to blow your mind with a bullet now for interrupting my office like that."
Jeremiah's face was serious again, he didn't even bother to get up from the seat or push you off his lap. The clumsy Ecco swallowed and spoke with an erratic and fast voice like a nervous hummingbird.
"I'm sorry, but it's the weapons supplier. He says he does not accept the payment terms. In fact, he's here waiting at the front door".
The pale man uttered insults in a low voice with his eyes still on Ecco but he did not seem to see her, his mind was beyond this earthly plane, devising a plan. Suddenly you had an idea.
"Oh but who does he think he is!" You said out loud dramatically as if you were in a theater. Jeremiah looked at you surprised but he caught your intentions at once, you had that Machiavellian glow on your face and he knew what it meant.
"I think we should teach him good manners, don't you think dear?". He said smiling and looking at you knowingly.
Oh yes, Team Valeska was back in action, it was so romantic to destroy annoying people together as a team. Who wanted one threat when the world could have two?
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first time writing for this fandom of which I'm not a part and I have no idea what the series is about or most of its characters, but tumblr insists on showing me fics about the valeska twins in my feed, so here I am.. *sighs*
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pandorascripts · 11 months
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Scars
note: I literally had the strongest urge after seeing a drawing from Harleen (the comic books, go read it), and got a wave of inspiration.
warnings: talk of abuse, talk of Stockholm syndrome, self-consciousness, angst w a happish open ending, Harley being sad :(.
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Beyond Harley’s pale complexion and her natural beauty, there are scars. Metaphorical and psychical ones. Ones that she covers with makeup everyday, hiding them from herself and the world. It took awhile for Harley to finally stop covering them, years after her break up with the Joker. And even then it was only when she was home. 
It wasn’t until she opened herself up to friends, and most importantly her girlfriend, that she could handle thinking about them. Harley cant count how many scars run across her back, the few on her face are obnoxious and loud, covering what used the be the favorite parts of herself. There’s two crossing on her nose, one running down her cheek, another slotted just next to the corner of her right eye. 
Lord knows the amount of bullet scars she has on her sides or her arms, probably hundreds. The Joker wasn’t much for safety over sexy. It didn’t matter how many times she flatlined due to an injury, he never gave her anything bulletproof. He said it made her more fun; that the risk of breaking his toy made it more valuable. 
Harley can remember how battered and bruised she was when she finally escaped his clutches— not that she even wanted to. He had tossed her out and told her not to come back, his goons shoving her back on the pavement time after time when she tried to enter the warehouse again. After a day she finally dragged her feet across Gotham, not even sure where she was going. 
Thank God Pamela decided to sweep out her old base, because otherwise she wouldn’t have been able to save Harley. Harley probably would crawled back to him and gotten herself shot. Pamela thinks about that day a lot, the day she finally realized just how deep Harley’s Stockholm syndrome went. They even ended up fighting at one point, Harley saying he had cooled down now, that it was safe to go back. 
Pamela cried for hours after that, Harley should’ve always felt safe around him. Harley never did though, she said it was apart of the game, that she was meant to be kept on her toes. It took five years for Pamela to help Harley realize that, that’s not what a relationship is. Of course she can’t take all the credit, after two years of healing and processing Harley found a girlfriend. You.
You were sweet to her, an abrupt change of pace from the Joker. It took Harley awhile to get used to it. You remember that stage of your relationship the most. Harley was jumpy and afraid, she didn’t dare to look at another woman when she was with you, and at one point asked you straight-up if you wanted to her stop talking to Pamela and Selena. You were completely baffled and told her no, that it wasn’t required and that you loved the both of them. 
For the first time in ages, Harley wasn’t walking on egg-shells. She felt safe, and comfortable around a romantic partner. After three years free, Harley was okay when other women hit on her, she could give them a simple no, hold your hand up and smile. It wasn’t like she’d have to practically fuck you in front of someone to prove who she belonged to, or that you’d get jealous. You said that if you saw her sitting next to someone, you’d ask her out too. You told her you couldn’t blame human nature, and you certainly wouldn’t punish her for other people’s actions. 
That one made Harley’s head spin. She didn’t understand how you wouldn’tpunish her, it was weird. Harley felt like she had no consequences, that she could do whatever she wanted. Of course you told her that she can’t, that you would be heartbroken if she did take an offer from another person, but you wouldn’t hurt her for it. You told her that you don’t have any right over her, the only person who gets to dictate and chose what she does is herself. 
Harley still doesn’t like her scars, there are nights where she throws blankets over the mirrors so she doesn’t run the risk of looking at them. There are days where she thinks she’s ready to go outside, scars on full display, only to run back in the house sobbing. It’s been five years and Harley cant get past them, but she knows eventually she can. Especially when you hold her tight and kiss every scar she has, or when you trace them, tell her that her scars are proof of survival. That they only add to her strength and determination. 
And as Harley takes off a blanket from the mirror, tracing her scars across her chest and shoulders, she understands. She understands that in time, her scars will fuel her success, that her scars will be fully closed and she will cease to care about them. 
Harley smiles at thought.
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gem3mine · 4 months
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Disinterested Catwoman
She's looking disinterested...
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Lego Batman🦇
I like thinking about the Lego Batmans and their families. The Lego Batman movie (LBM) Batman and The LEGO movie (TLM) Batman have drastically different lives. TLM Batman isn't the hero of Gotham City he just has base knowledge of crime fighting while LBM Batman does actually have to balance his two lives. LBM Batman has to live with loosing his parents, Alfred really raised him, and he has a nice family consisting of a son a kinda boyfriend and a crush by the end of his movie. TLM Batman isn't really connected to his backstory personally, Alfred is more of just his butler, and his family consists of his wife, a queen, and her dad, the guy who saved the world and then started the apocalypse. If they met and talked it would be a crazy conversation
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charliesfandomworld · 4 months
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nightwingcouldyounot · 6 months
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Harley! 
(Gotham City Garage 020)
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dckarma · 1 year
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Gotham City Sirens by Chrissie Zullo
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ballroomfitz · 1 year
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The Oliver Queen Phenomenon is just. DEEPLY baffling to non Star City Residents
“Okay so he’s a rich guy-“
“He used to be rich, he gave up all his money a while ago.”
“So what does he do?”
“He runs a florist shop with his wife and several children.”
“And there’s NO RELATIONSHIP to The Green Arrow.”
“No, shut up.”
“So he’s just Some Guy?”
“Yes and we would all take a bullet for him.”
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Harley is my biggest DC crush 😫 Back in 2016 everyone either made fun of her or tried to be just like her (both sides being unable to accept the character for what she was) so it’s so cool how she ended up having her own trilogy. In SS she was okay, she was a fun character but I didn’t like how her relationship with Joker was glamorized and all the girls tried to make themselves be like her aka learning how to put up with toxic shit (I do like Joker as a villain, I just don’t think his relationship with Harley should be glamorized), in Birds of Prey she was cool and a bit more independent, but to me, TSS Harley is PEAK Harley. She is the BEST Harley. TOP Harley. Everything about her is so iconic from the red and black colors like in the comics, to how she no longer puts up with toxic behavior, to how she ABSOLUTELY KICKS ASS, not to mention the complexities of her PTSD from being in a relationship with the Joker and how flawlessly Margot portrayed them!! She is QUEEN! And if I had to say my second biggest DC crush, Rick Flag. Definitely. Hes so fine 😂
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inksilvery · 2 years
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My vision of Harley costume for halloween, again. Also, my old artwork I drew last year
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daniellesreadingnook · 9 months
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Who loves the DC hero, Black Canary?
Well, there is a new retelling of this hero.
How does Black Canary take down the dictatorship and shine?
Click the link and get the book to see how she does it!
Happy Reading!!
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principledstarfish · 2 years
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A sullen-looking Bruce Wayne, emo, angsty, and 17 years old is sitting on a bench at the police precinct. Next to him a nonchalant-looking Barbara Gordon, precocious, wearing overalls and a pink shirt with braids, and 8 years old, is sitting at Sergeant Gordon’s desk coloring. A crayon falls over and rolls towards Bruce
BARBARA: Could you get that?’
BRUCE: I can’t. 
BARBARA: Why?
BRUCE: Because I’m handcuffed. 
BARBARA: Why? 
BRUCE: Because I was arrested
BARBARA: Why?
BRUCE: Because I crashed my bugatti.
BARBARA: Why?
BRUCE: Because I was speeding.  
BARBARA: Do you crash all your cars, or just the ones with funny names?
BRUCE: Funny. You should take this on the road. 
BARBARA: Okay. I should probably drive though, since you keep crashing. 
BRUCE: Won’t make a difference anyway. They’ll probably take my license this time. 
BARBARA: Huh. Maybe if you take more lessons you won’t crash anymore. 
Harvey Bullock walks in and picks something up off of his desk
HARVEY: Wayne! You’re getting to be a regular here, kid. (turns to Barbara) Hey princess,
BARBARA: Hi, Harvey! 
HARVEY: Your dad’s gonna be out any minute. He just needs to finish up sorting out Sir Crash-a-lot over here. Oh, and uh, Jeeves is here, too. 
BRUCE: Alfred’s here? 
HARVEY: Yeah, he and the Sarge are hammering a few things out, and they both agreed you’d probably benefit from a little time alone with your thoughts. He’ll be back tomorrow morning to bail you out. 
BRUCE: WHAT!?
BARBARA: (Walks over with a coloring book and a pack of crayons and leaves it next to Bruce on the bench.) Here. In case you get bored. 
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dragonomatopoeia · 1 year
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the DMs between Carlos and me are full of extensive comics lore that we've completely made up but i have a soft spot for "actually the real reason Jason kidnapped speedy was because ollie bought the gotham baseball team and Jay refused to let that stand"
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melody-han-wayne · 2 years
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Uncle Clark: Mel, sweetie, you know your Auntie Lois and I love having you over, but you can't hide from your family forever—
Me: I can.
Uncle Clark: Don't you think it's time for you to go back? Your father's really worried about you.
Me: I already told you, I'm not going back until Damian apologises.
Uncle Clark: Sweetie, we can't keep you in Metropolis forever.
Me: Then send me to your parents' farm in Smallville. I'm sure I could find some way to be useful over there.
Uncle Clark: I—
Me: If you can't, I understand. I'll book myself a plane to Star City and stay with Thea instead.
Uncle Clark:...You're really not going to give up and go home, are you?
Me: Never.
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Gotham writers realized half way through that oh shit we just gave Fish the power of ordering around whoever she wants by just touching their skin, that's fuckin insane. We can't take it away, let's fucking kill her! So we can throw in even some more little sprinkle of trauma for Oswald why not
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