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spicy-apple-pie · 4 hours
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You can always tell how much Jason is sorry by his hot chocolate...
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engagesaga · 7 months
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“Batman and Baby Damien“
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I was recently watching "Batman vs. Robin," and it really sparked my creativity. Inspired by the movie, I ended up drawing a comic page. I would absolutely adore seeing more heartwarming moments between Damian and Bruce in the future! *^*
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hopechan16 · 8 months
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midnightblue66 · 2 years
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No one’s saving you this time 
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red-batty · 10 months
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Just for the record, Cas was the first ever Arkham Hellion fan, my number one supporter for this book, and truly just an all-around 100/10 friend. I'm putting this here so one day when I'm super famous or something cas can have clout <3
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sapphiresenthiss · 2 years
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Part 1 of fake/alternative version screenie/comic thingy of "You Scratch My Back" from The New Batman Adventures. Except J is taking Cat's place just because 😂 That was so much fun to do, trying to keep it as close to the actual screencaps as possible. Ngl, if they just so decided to work together... they'd have potential.
Next page: >>HERE!<<
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ratoneroconversa · 1 year
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Saben algo....
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Ahora que me pongo a revisar,No pensaba que las paginas de Batman: Sociedad de villanos me salieran asi de bien.
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beingquixotic · 9 months
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I think you'd like this story: "The Batman " by VedBakshi on Wattpad https://www.wattpad.com/story/348101666?utm_source=android&utm_medium=com.tumblr&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=VedBakshi&wp_originator=MZ5Epw5LKFUNSFsMcgavkM3O9wulGoyPZFevsDmKKd%2BfMQJ0wrIA9OMjU4krnaIchQUmoNGxVyk1qglQ8v74OENypKNkGe2mqchsz2bJZtvOyTucpWQVOl4N6q5PuzWe
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goodcockbadcock · 2 years
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here have this
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pinkiemachine · 1 month
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✨ THEM ✨
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spicy-apple-pie · 14 days
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In his commitment to the bit of being Bruce's problem child, Jason has accidental outed Bruce as Batman to his son.
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t00thpasteface · 4 months
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i am unironically obsessed with adam west batman not only trying to be a good dad to robin, but actually succeeding. also love robin's insane energy levels and his ability to go from seething bloodlust to manic glee in record time. i think any superman worth his S would fit right into the family ^_^
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dragonpyre · 4 months
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Gift piece for @llisona! I love the idea that Jason didn't get those scars from an autopsy, but rather, somewhere else
(Guess what, @wrencatte wrote a fic)
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qweenofurheart · 3 months
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he’s the only nineteen year old alive who can pull off that stupid ass outfit. also i think im onto something with the pink pants..
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ariotofrobins · 1 month
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Dick Grayson
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red-batty · 10 months
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The Arkham Hellion: Year One
Chapter 2: The One Where Everything Goes Wrong
Warnings: Violence, swearing, murder. hospital setting, prison setting. Dark, criminal, and adult themes. 16+
Characters: Connie Inviglio (oc), Emril Griffith (oc), Harvey Dent/Two-Face
Word Count: 1.2k
AN: See this is the chapter where we start cooking with peanut oil
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Every Arkham breakout made a sick feeling settle on Connie- as it did most of Gotham. It also made her angry--once someone dangerous was put in the asylum, they were supposed to stay there for good, until they were safe to be around other people--but Arkham was so poorly run that it was only really a matter of time before someone slipped through their fingers. This time, it was Harvey Dent, who since his accident preferred the title Two-Face; and because it was Two-Face specifically, she worried. 
Harvey Dent was once friends with her father, when Dent was Gotham’s District Attorney, and Mr. Inviglio worked for him. Mr. and Mrs. Dent would go out to dinner with Mr. and Mrs. Inviglio, and it wasn’t uncommon for the Inviglio family to be invited to an event Dent was hosting. Mr. Dent was over ten years older than Connie, but Connie still saw him almost as a friend. She had fond memories with him in them, and with Gilda Dent, Harvey’s wife. When Dent was scarred questioning a criminal on the stand, Connie found herself worrying for her father’s friend. 
And now that Dent had gone insane, and escaped the asylum he had been sentenced to, Connie found herself worrying again. She tried not to let it get to her… of all the things Two-Face would wish to pursue, her family couldn’t possibly be one. As she served herself and her loyal dog breakfast, she tried to forget how her dad had been the prosecuting attorney against Two-Face. As she grabbed her keys and head out the door, she tried to forget that Gilda might be one of his targets. As she drove through Gotham, she tried to forget that he was out there, and that something could happen at any moment. 
Her positive psychology class helped boost her mood, and passed without a hitch. Afterwards, though, she was needed at Arkham. When she reached Arkham, she was forced to remember it all as she was faced with the aftermath of the breakout. 
“Griffith!” she called as she entered Intensive Treatment. “What the hell happened last night?” 
“I was at home, it was the damn night staff.” Griffith scowled, not so much at Connie but at the ever-incompetent system at Arkham. 
“It’s always the damn night staff,” Connie grumbled under her breath. “You’d think that with us basically living out of Wayne’s pocket, the money would actually get put to some good goddamn use around here.” 
“What, are you gonna take it up with Mr. Sharp?” 
“Y’know, I just might.” 
Griffith scoffed. “Like that’ll do any good. Save your breath, love. We’ve got to check in with the patients, see if they know anything.” 
“Well?” Griffith asked, five hours later. 
“They know two things,” Connie announced as she flopped into the chair across from Griffith. “‘Jack’ and ‘Shit.’ No one saw anything… they were either out of their mind, drugged to hell, on the other side of the building, or perhaps just too scared to admit anything. I’d honestly stick around, but I wanna check in at GCPD; the station is probably hell right now.” 
As Connie logged out her hours, Griffith reached across, took the pen and signed it off.
“You told security everything, yeah?” 
Connie raked a hand through her hair, and sighed,“Everything I could. But it's a little late to do any good, y'know?” 
“Well, saying anything is worth something, eh?”
She hummed, and readjusted the bag on her shoulder. 
“Ey, Inviglio?” 
Connie looked up at her friend, and mentor. 
“Stay safe, luv.” 
An understanding silence settled in between the two, just for a beat. 
“Thanks, Griffith. You too.” 
Sure enough, the GCPD was completely on edge. She had paperwork to do, so Connie tried to tune it out and mind her own job. She didn't have a shift on Fridays, but she wanted to be here today. She just wanted to get everything in order, and be as helpful as possible. One of the other forensics, unfortunately, interrupted that.
 “Hey, intern!” she called. “You work at Arkham, yeah?” 
Connie turned around, and glanced over the speaker. She was short, maybe 5’2”, with her straight black hair neatly cut straight above her shoulders. A single barrette kept her bangs out of her face, and her beady black eyes stared pointedly at Connie. She remembered this lady - her name was Alicia Kemp.
“Yes ma’am. Can I help you?” 
“How’d he get out?”
Connie sighed.
“I spent all morning trying to figure that out. I wasn’t there, and only the guards he beat on the way out saw him. None of the inmates know how he got out of his cell, or where he was planning on going.” Before Connie could turn back 
“Shouldn’t you know these sorts of things?”
“I’m an intern there, just as I am here. And like I said, I wasn’t there, so I don’t know.” 
Kemp turned to her colleague, and started whispering. He whispered back, but when she responded, Connie could here it. 
“Arkham’s incompetent. If the inmates are just going to break out every other week, they should just bulldoze the place.” 
Connie spun around in her seat to face Kemp. She turned back to face Connie, and arched an eyebrow.
“Arkham is not the greatest establishment known to man, but with the resources we have and the number of fucking psychos we have to deal with on the daily, Arkham is the most competent aspect of Gotham.”  
“Really? You really believe that? This city is practically built on Wayne tower, and anyone with half a brain knows no one working at Arkham is even really trying anymore.” 
Connie was on her feet instantly. 
“You wanna know something? There are dozens of hardworking nurses at that asylum. And some of the most hardworking people I know are there. There are guards who genuinely do their goddamn best at Arkham, and they get shit on for it. So why don’t you save us all some time, shut the fuck up, and go unfuck yourself.” 
Kemp glanced at her colleague, then back at Connie. 
“That’s a lot of harsh language, intern.”
“My name is Caroline Inviglio, and Gotham is a harsh town. I can speak however I damn please. Now if you excuse me, I’ve got work to do, rather than just stand around and gossip.” 
Kemp rolled her eyes as she turned away, as if Connie wouldn’t see it, but Connie could tell. It made her blood boil. Only after Kemp and her colleague had turned their backs did Connie take her seat, and turn back to her desk. Her temper hardly overwhelmed her like that, she worked hard to keep it under control, but this seemed to be an exception.
Friday night didn’t have any course classes, and Connie didn’t have to go to her self defense class that night. She was exhausted and bitter and on edge from a long day, so as soon as she got off work, she went home and collapsed onto the couch. 
Arkham wasn’t a good establishment, but it was all Gotham had. It was all Connie had, too, and she refused to give up on the gloomy asylum. There was some good to be done there, some good to be found, even if Connie had to bring it to life herself. 
When she finally went to bed, sleep came to her all too soon. 
Four days later, Alicia Kemp was found dead in her home. 
When Connie found out, she was almost sick to her stomach, but she couldn’t dwell on it. She worked for Gotham City Police, so homicide was no stranger. She just had to keep her head down, and keep moving forward.
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