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satoshy12 · 5 months

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Florist Danny x Cassie

Once a week, 1 flower was on Cassie's desk, and the next week it was 2 flowers, and then 4 flowers. Already, the whole classroom was filled with 524.288 roses that were send as a gift for Cassandra Cain. So much so that the teacher said she should ask her boyfriend not to send them to school. They have no place for it, and Home Ed doesn't need them anymore to make rose jam. They already have too much. + The truth was, Cass already said that to Danny, but he looked so sad that she was okay with him sending the flowers. + Danny is the new florist of Gotham, and yes. His power allows him to create flowers—any flower that exists. And Cass knew it, so she had no problem with him doing it, but flowers, for all the time, she is adorable and the best waifu!!

Cass:"Danny! YOU CAN'T FILL WHOLE GOTHAM WITH FLOWERS!!!" Danny:" But you are so cute, all should know it!" + Cass was happy as no flower was send to her classroom, only to walk out of school and 1.048.576 Roses to be before her, leading to Danny's car.

+ After that Danny understood the problem, and just used his powers to grow Rosebush all around Gotham, making it shine in all the Colors of Roses. + The mayor had no problem with it. Gotham was now known as the City of Roses and most beautiful city in the US.

#dp #dc #danny phantom #dcau #dp + dc #danny fenton #dc comics #dp x dc #dc x dp #batman #Cass x Danny #Cassandra Cain #So many Flowers #to much!!#best girlfriend Cass!#Plant powers Danny #Gotham the City of Roses #ivy:“It wasn't me!!!!”

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alotofpockets · 3 days

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Rose Lavelle Appreciation

Request a player | with @totaly-obsessed

#woso appreciation #rose lavelle #uswnt #uswnt imagine #uswnt x reader #uswntsoccer #gotham fc #gotham city #woso #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso imagines #wofo

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vodrae · 6 months

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Artemis: Guys, we have nothing left, not a penny, can you consider calling your dad ?

Jason and Roy: What about no ?

Kori: I can ask Dick if necessary ^^

Jason: No.

Ravager: I don't have a vision of it but I swear if you don’t find a solution you will die very soon.

Jay: Okay, okay...Let me think two minutes.

On the other side of the world, Harley is boxing her keyboard and type something very fast.

Selina and Ivy: What are you doing ?!

Harley: Brucie and Batsy opened an onlyfans !

Wonder Woman rushes by the window and slams multiple times her credit card on the desk.

Diana: NOW!

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visionsofmagic · 2 years

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྾ selina kyle aka catwoman [from dc comics] icons ྾

◜ “The day I died was the day I started to live.”◞

[like or rb if you use <3]

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throwingbread · 2 months

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Okay, so we all know Rose Walker from New Jersey, and that Gotham’s in New Jersey, so therefore Rose could 100% be from Gotham.

Seriously she would make a great Gothamite - she’s willing take down muggers with her bare hands, can and will stare down serial killers and eldritch abominations.

I can seriously see this girl handling a Joker attack like “Oh hey must be Wednesday.”

#Lyta can be there too #punching supervillains as a form of enrichment #Rose Walker #Gotham City

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jokey05 · 4 months

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Gotham Sirens! Six AU

Because what's better that six awesome ladies that deserved better ? Even more six awesome ladies that deserved better.

( Note for the ex-wives I'm talking about the fictional musical, not the real historic figures)

I've had this idea for forever, and I finally found every counter part:

Talia Al Ghul- Catherine of Aragon

Queens. Extremely Loyal. Love their children. Should have got out of the situation. Powerful Connections

Selina Kyle - Anne Boleyn

Just a party gal ;D ( it's actually one of the most complex and deep person out there but gets reduced as nothing more that the sexy girl)

Andrea Beaumont- Jane Seymour

Wish both were more in to the spotlight (pun, laugh,now thank you). Never got to see their son grow up :'I. Both were so much in love and just wanted a family.

Natalia Knight- Anne of Cleves

Got the better end of the stick. Classy. Sassy. Umboterd queen was to beautiful for the man to even look at. Rich AF.

Harleen Quinzel - Katherine Howard

Only used as a sexual object by men? Blamed for their actions even if they were forced into it ? Is still seen only as a sexual thing because it's "empowering" and not a fucking resoult of their trauma? Still demed child like and immature? You bet.

Pamela Isley - Catherine Parr

Girlboss. Couldn't be with the one she loved because of some stinky man. Indipendet but also really compassionate ( Yes Poison Ivy could simply take over the planet and kill humans in their sleep but she choose to be a cottage core lesbian, she is compassionate, or at least pitying)

Does this make Bruce Henry? Kinda. Will I apologize? No. Should I have named this "Bruce Wayne's Ex-Wives"? Yes, but it didn't sound that catchy and we are not here to talk about him.

I need someone to animate this please, it would be awesome. I need my pop group of comics anti- heroes. They become the family and support they never actually got.They do a tour and talk shit of Lex Luther together. Joker is gone in negative five seconds. They bring the kids to their concerts and organise concerts with the Birds of Prey. I need this group somewhere in the comics please. Lady Shiva is their bodyguard that absolutely doesn't wanna be there but is forced to, Onyx Adams founds it very funny , turns out Shado is a really good manager and Jade and Rose get (adopted) brought along for the ride.

#talia al ghul #selina kyle #andrea beaumont #natalia knight #harleen quinzel #pamela isley #catwoman #poison ivy #harley quinn #six the musical #gotham city sirens #dc comics #birds of prey #jade nguyen #rose wilson #lady shiva #Onyx adams

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nfcomics · 6 months

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BATMAN no.137 • cover art • Rose Besch (BATMAN CATWOMAN THE GOTHAM WAR) [Sept 2023]

BATMAN/CATWOMAN: THE GOTHAM WAR PART 2! Batman descends on Gotham City, full of rage and force, more driven than ever to save his home. But the new landscape has turned friends into foes. Can anyone stop his reign of terror? Should they? The Gotham War continues in this second chapter!

(W) Chip Zdarsky (A) Jorge Jimenez (CA) Rose Besch

#BATMAN no.137 #Rose Besch #Chip Zdarsky #Jorge Jimenez #Batman #Catwoman #BATCAT #Gotham City #Batman Catwoman The Gotham War #Gotham War

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west-coast-baby · 1 year

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Grief is always there, but it’s not always drowning us in it. Everyone has good days and bad ones. Especially Batman.

#batman #thomas wayne #martha wayne #cemetary #bruce wayne #grief #it never really leaves #dark knight #winter #gotham #gotham-city #sad #graves #red rose #missing his family #orphan #dead parents #not mine #credit goes to the actual artist

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elopez55 · 1 year

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All your favorite players on all your favorite teams! Available in crewnecks and t-shirts.

Click here for my Etsy page

#nwsl #nwslmerch #nwslart #portland thorns #portland thorns fc #acfc #gotham fc #kelley o'hara #angel city fc #christen press #sydney leroux #nwsl 2023 #ol reign #emily sonnett #meganrapinoe #nikki stanton #megan rapinoe #sweet baby rose #rose lavelle

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sleepydeprived · 3 months

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A Chance for Redemption

—A mysterious high school student appears out of the blue, bearing the face of the late Martha Wayne and puzzling even Gotham’s greatest detectives.

[chapter 1]

| Platonic!Yandere!Batfam x Reader

| Inspired by the work of @e-nonsense “GHOST OF A LONG GONE WOMAN”

The Gotham City skyline stretched across the horizon, its towering structures standing as silent guardians in the night. Inside the dimly lit study of Wayne Manor, Bruce Wayne sat alone amidst shadows that mirrored the complexities of his own mind.

A sudden beep from the Batcomputer broke the stillness. Bruce glanced at the screen, and his piercing gaze narrowed at the news report flashing across the monitor. The headline sent a ripple through him.

"Wayne Heiress Emerges: Striking Resemblance to Late Martha Wayne. Who is she?"

His heartbeat quickened as images of the young girl filled the screen. The uncanny resemblance to his late mother, Martha, struck him like a blow. The gentle curve of her smile, the warmth in her eyes — it was as if a much younger version of Martha had been reborn in a face he had never known.

For a moment, the air in the study thickened with silence. Bruce's jaw tightened, and a flood of memories surged, carrying him back to the night of his parents' tragedy. He saw Martha's face, radiant and full of life, before the darkness took her away. Now, that same face stared back at him from the screen.

"What is this?" Bruce muttered to himself, his fingers tapping impatiently on the polished surface of the mahogany desk.

With a decisive gesture, he rose from his seat and moved toward the Batcave. Alfred, his ever-watchful confidant, observed the turmoil in Bruce's eyes.

"Master Wayne, might I inquire about the cause of your distress?" Alfred's calm voice cut through the tension.

Bruce handed Alfred a tablet displaying the news report. As Alfred scanned the images, the lines on his forehead deepened in concern.

"An unexpected development, sir. Shall I investigate further?" Alfred offered, his loyalty unwavering.

"No, Alfred. I'll handle this myself,"

In the heart of the Batcave, surrounded by the symbols of his dual life, Bruce Wayne accessed the Batcomputer with purpose, initiating a search that would unravel the truth behind the possible Wayne heiress.

As information unfolded on the screen, Bruce's stoic demeanor flickered with a kaleidoscope of emotions. The mystery of his potential blood-related daughter, bearing the face of his beloved mother, demanded answers that eluded even the World's Greatest Detective.

In the shadows of Wayne Manor, a silent storm brewed. All veiled behind the haunting gaze of a daughter who bore the visage of a long-lost woman.

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spacedace · 9 months

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Reluctant War AU Part 2

Part One

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

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

Gotham had always been a place for ghosts.

Every corner haunted by death and tragedy.

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

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

Gotham was, before all else, a grave yard.

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

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

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

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

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

Gotham was a place for Ghosts.

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

The dead came to fight

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

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

They weren’t prepared for Gotham.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Down!”

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

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

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

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

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

He accepted it.

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

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

Gotham had always been a place for ghosts.

Jason had long accepted that he was one of them.

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Part Three

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #jason todd #jazz fenton #GIW #reluctant war au #ghost zone goes to war #ghost king danny #liminal jazz #halfa jason #sorta kinda #he's waking up alright #anger management #if you squint but if i do end up writing even more of this it'll be a thing lol #spirit of gotham #gotham spirit #eldritch gotham spirit #tw death #tw violence #implied gore #gothamites take one look at the GIW and are like: yup time to fuck some bitches up #the entire city has been itching for a chance to fight the US government after all the times they got cut off after a disaster #ghosts are trying to evacuate them and they're like: Nah we're good #Gotham Girl Scouts get badges for making molotov cocktails and knife fighting you can't convince me otherwise #Outlaws are gonna show up to find Jason has somehow collected yet another tall red head that can kick his ass #They're convinced he has the world's most specific meta ability with how many he ends up running around with #Bruce in mid convo w/ Waller trying not to kill her suddenly has his *one of my kids is Up To Something* senses go off

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welcometothehouseofhades · 2 months

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anyone got Jason Todd fic recs that are either

1) Jason’s return from the dead, his lost days, his time at the league (I’ll even take the all caste), his “under the red hood” era

2) Jason comes back to the family fics (or even just Jason and Dick, Jason and Damian, or Jason and Bruce or Jason and Alfred or Jason and Duke)

3) Jason leaves the family fics

4) dealing with Jason’s trauma, be it dying and coming back changed, his time on the streets, his death/the joker, the batarang slicing his throat, etc.

5) competent Jason or magic Jason or Jason and the outlaws (this can be Roy Kori Artemis Bizarro Eddie Rose or even his Kyle and Donna days)

6) Jason and Gotham city (so like. The city herself, or the alley kids, the ladies, the people of crime alley, the ppl who work for him)

7) Jason doesn’t come back to Gotham after the pit

8) Jason centric case fics

9) Jayroy or KyleRoy or RoseJay

Any fics that like, fit those would be great!!! All I ask is that they don’t include the fanon Tim Drake characterization who is always so sad and whose canon angsty backstory has been maximized and exaggerated (No hate to ppl who enjoy that btw it’s just not my cup of tea but it’s his most consistent characterization in fics and I find that version popping up even when I filter Tim Drake out!! I’m fine with tim showing up tho just not this version—im sorry Tim just isn’t my favorite 😭)

#jason todd #batman #bruce wayne #dc #fic rec #dick grayson #damian wayne #anti Tim Drake #(tagging that one jjsy in case what I said came off as anti?)#jayroy #Roy Harper #kyle rayner #rose Wilson #jaykyle #hayride

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