Malice Begets Malice

A Daughter of Gotham, come home to take out the trash (DC OC RP BLOG)

[malachitemurderer]

DC OC Introduction

Hello Gotham. It’s been a long time since I’ve been home. I won’t be leaving again anytime soon.

I’ve been named the ‘Malachite Murderer’ but you may simply call me Malachite.

I made this blog to keep a better eye on my city. If you live among the people, you understand their pain. And I will make sure the pain ends.

I only kill those who deserve it. If you steal a car or rob a bank, the most I’ll do is just give you a concussion. You’d have to be doing something really abhorrent for me to wanna kill you.

You wouldn’t happen to be doing anything like that, would you?

ooc below the cut

Hehehe I’m the person running the @femfelineflowers account >:3

I am an adult (22 years old) and a girl (demigirl if we’re being specific)

You can call me Tia (yes, like the oc from my other blog)

I’m making this up as I go (really fun tbh)

Open to starters and random rps (I will not join if I don’t feel like it tho)

No NSFW PLEASE, I am not comfortable with RPing that. Suggestive stuff? Maybe but not likely.

Malachite’s civilian version is just there for the ref, other vigilantes do not know what she looks like outside of her costume atm

DNI proshippers, batcest shippers, anti lgbtqia+, (will add more when I think of them)

This blog will contain topics of child abuse, assault, S/A and death

[redd-robinn]

If ONE MORE of you fuckers do the “Red Robin Yum” thing I will LOSE IT

I AM NOT A RESTAURANT

[malachitemurderer]

✨Red Robin✨, yummmmmm

[redd-robinn]

God did I just make it worse??? 😞

[malachitemurderer]

Yes, yes you did☺️

[redd-robinn]

Ughhhh I just want ONE day where someone on the street doesn’t sing it when they see me 🫩

Even a goon did it the other night and I may or may not have knocked him unconscious because of it

[malachitemurderer]

I don’t think it’s gonna stop anytime soon sadly.

I mean, I’m not gonna snitch or anything-

[redd-robinn]

Fantastic. Great even.

[malachitemurderer]

Keep your chin up, I still think you’re a respectable vigilante💚

[redd-robinn]

At least someone does

[malachitemurderer]

*pats shoulder* As long as you and at least one person thinks it, it’s true.

[malachitemurderer]

50 posts!

Oh god, I’ve been yapping-

[redd-robinn]

If ONE MORE of you fuckers do the “Red Robin Yum” thing I will LOSE IT

I AM NOT A RESTAURANT

[malachitemurderer]

✨Red Robin✨, yummmmmm

[redd-robinn]

God did I just make it worse??? 😞

[malachitemurderer]

Yes, yes you did☺️

[redd-robinn]

Ughhhh I just want ONE day where someone on the street doesn’t sing it when they see me 🫩

Even a goon did it the other night and I may or may not have knocked him unconscious because of it

[malachitemurderer]

I don’t think it’s gonna stop anytime soon sadly.

I mean, I’m not gonna snitch or anything-

[redd-robinn]

Fantastic. Great even.

[malachitemurderer]

Keep your chin up, I still think you’re a respectable vigilante💚

[redd-robinn]

If ONE MORE of you fuckers do the “Red Robin Yum” thing I will LOSE IT

I AM NOT A RESTAURANT

[malachitemurderer]

✨Red Robin✨, yummmmmm

[redd-robinn]

God did I just make it worse??? 😞

[malachitemurderer]

Yes, yes you did☺️

[redd-robinn]

Ughhhh I just want ONE day where someone on the street doesn’t sing it when they see me 🫩

Even a goon did it the other night and I may or may not have knocked him unconscious because of it

[malachitemurderer]

I don’t think it’s gonna stop anytime soon sadly.

I mean, I’m not gonna snitch or anything-

[redd-robinn]

If ONE MORE of you fuckers do the “Red Robin Yum” thing I will LOSE IT

I AM NOT A RESTAURANT

[malachitemurderer]

✨Red Robin✨, yummmmmm

[redd-robinn]

God did I just make it worse??? 😞

[malachitemurderer]

Yes, yes you did☺️

[redd-robinn]

If ONE MORE of you fuckers do the “Red Robin Yum” thing I will LOSE IT

I AM NOT A RESTAURANT

[malachitemurderer]

✨Red Robin✨, yummmmmm

[redhoodisalive]

Werm…perhaps if you ate….likew teb lollipops…what woukdve happen?

NIGHTWING NO GO TO THE FUCKING DOCTOR RIGHT NOW THAT SHIT CAN KILL YOU

[nightwing-030]

Sggevwvnw sn mmmm

[redhoodisalive]

where are you?

[nightwing-030]

Nagtatenia narrniaaaqaa

[redhoodisalive]

okay! i’m just gonna track your location!

[nightwing-030]

Noaoiaiooo myyyysgw deaaasd pareeenttaas araree talkijbshag toooo muwweeee

[malachitemurderer]

…I’m literally a block away from you Wing, I’m going to keep an eye on you until Red Hood gets here.

Stop walking away-

[nightwing-030]

BUYTATAY LLAAALA LAANDSA

[malachitemurderer]

Don’t make me tie you up. Just sit down for a minute

[redhoodisalive]

Werm…perhaps if you ate….likew teb lollipops…what woukdve happen?

NIGHTWING NO GO TO THE FUCKING DOCTOR RIGHT NOW THAT SHIT CAN KILL YOU

[nightwing-030]

Sggevwvnw sn mmmm

[redhoodisalive]

where are you?

[nightwing-030]

Nagtatenia narrniaaaqaa

[redhoodisalive]

okay! i’m just gonna track your location!

[nightwing-030]

Noaoiaiooo myyyysgw deaaasd pareeenttaas araree talkijbshag toooo muwweeee

[malachitemurderer]

…I’m literally a block away from you Wing, I’m going to keep an eye on you until Red Hood gets here.

Stop walking away-

[malachitemurderer]

“Hey! Sick costume. I like the cape. And the mask. Mostly the mask.”

Thank you! The mask is my favorite part of the costume too💚

[purrthurnaxis]

It kinda looks like a turtles face its soooo cute!!!! I wish I could wear a mask 😔

[malachitemurderer]

I’ve seen glimpses of you around Gotham. I think you look cool even without a mask 😌

[purrthurnaxis]

omg THANK YOU… i hope i see you on patrol soon id love to talk more your whole shtick is so interesting

[malachitemurderer]

I wouldn’t mind explaining it. I look forward to seeing you out there💚

[malachitemurderer]

“Hey! Sick costume. I like the cape. And the mask. Mostly the mask.”

Thank you! The mask is my favorite part of the costume too💚

[purrthurnaxis]

It kinda looks like a turtles face its soooo cute!!!! I wish I could wear a mask 😔

[malachitemurderer]

I’ve seen glimpses of you around Gotham. I think you look cool even without a mask 😌

[mail-boy-robin]

PACKAGE

FROM: @malachitemurderer

TO: @nightwing-030

For your son's training. If the gloves don't fit, malachite has agreed to replace it

[nightwing-030]

AWWWWWWWE MALACHITE I LOVE YOU @averageangryorphan we have new training gloves for you!!!

[averageangryorphan]

Oh fuck yeah those look awesome!- sorry, Hell yeah.

[malachitemurderer]

I’m glad you like them💚

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

claim your star

*this is not to shame anybody. if you used to use chatgpt in the past but have stopped, kudos to you, this post still includes you. if you are still using chatgpt, then I guess I can’t stop you — but if you ever decide to stop using it in the future, you may then claim your star too

[malachitemurderer]

“Hey! Sick costume. I like the cape. And the mask. Mostly the mask.”

Thank you! The mask is my favorite part of the costume too💚

[malachitemurderer]

“Malachite Murderer? What’s this all about?”

What ever do you mean?

[batgirlspain]

“I mean, you open a Tumblr account just to say you're a new vigilante in Gotham?”

[malachitemurderer]

Well…why not? I’m not exactly trying to hide. Plus, I enjoy talking to my fellow Gothamites when I get the chance. It also keeps me updated on things.

[batgirlspain]

I keep moving across the rooftop line, boots landing quiet against wet concrete as Gotham hums below me. My phone is in one hand, thumb scrolling through Tumblr while I walk the edge of a ledge like it’s nothing more than a sidewalk.

Updated on things.

I type, not even breaking stride. A gust of wind cuts through the alley between buildings and I steady myself with my free hand against a brick chimney before continuing. I reread her reply as I move, my pace slowing just a fraction.

Or you’re broadcasting your movements and identity to every wannabe copycat, criminal, and obsessive fan in Gotham. That’s not exactly what I’d call ‘low risk’.

I keep walking as I add the next part, the glow of the screen lighting my gloves.

And ‘Malachite Murderer’, you’re really expecting me to believe that’s just a branding choice and not something I should be worried about?

[malachitemurderer]

“What can I say? I like to live life on the edge.” I slowly walk around my flat with my phone in hand, chuckling at the response. Now this was the kind of reaction I expected from a bat.

“And I never said it wasn’t something to be worried about. I promote myself as I am.” Deciding to plop down in one of my dining room chairs, I stretch my arms before continuing the sentence.

“But then again it isn’t something for you to be concerned over…not for you at least. Unless you’re secretly a trafficker or something, which I doubt of course.’

[batgirlspain]

I stop walking for half a second on the rooftop, the wind tugging at my cape as I reread the message. My thumb hovers over the keyboard. I don’t like the casualness of it. Not the humor, because Gotham runs on dark jokes, but the way she’s brushing off risk like it’s optional. I start typing while I move again, boots hitting tar and gravel in a steady rhythm.

Living on the edge is usually what people say right before they fall off it.

I exhale through my nose, already scanning the street below out of habit, even though nothing there needs my attention right now. The next part comes sharper.

And if you’re promoting yourself publicly as a vigilante in Gotham, you don’t get to decide who ‘should’ be concerned about you. That’s not how this city works.

I pause again, then add one more line, slower this time.

And I’m not a trafficker. But I’m someone who’s seen what happens when people assume they’re untouchable here.

[malachitemurderer]

“Believe me, I know I’m not untouchable.” My smile falters a bit, not that it matters since my face can’t be seen through texts. “I know all too well.” Regardless I force a smile back.

“I also know I can’t stop concern from following my every move. But I’m not worried about it. If anything, it’s a testament to why I respect you all so much.” A yawn escapes me and stand up to walk towards my room. “I have a job to do and I’m going to finish it. No matter how long it takes, no matter who tries to stop me.” I stop in the door way and stare at my screen. I grip the phone tightly as I type.

“Or I die trying.”

[batgirlspain]

I slow to a stop on the edge of a rooftop. For a moment, I just stare at the screen. The city stretches out below me in a maze of lights and sirens, but my attention stays fixed on those last four words. Or I die trying. I’ve heard versions of that before. Too many times. My jaw tightens. I type back immediately.

Then you’re already thinking about this wrong. Doing this isn’t about dying for a cause. It’s about living long enough to accomplish something.

I step over a gap between buildings and land lightly on the next roof, phone already back in my hand.

Every person who puts on a mask thinks determination is the most important thing. It isn’t.

My fingers pause over the keyboard.

Discipline is. Patience is. Knowing when to retreat is.

I glance toward the distant glow of emergency lights a few blocks away.

Anybody can charge toward an impossible fight. The hard part is surviving it.

The cursor blinks. Part of me wants to leave it there. Instead, I add a couple of lines.

And for what it’s worth, the fact that you respect us doesn’t mean you have to imitate our worst habits.

I stare at the screen for another second before sending the final line and tapping the Reblog button.

Trust me. Gotham already has enough martyrs.

[malachitemurderer]

“I appreciate your words, I honestly do. And I don’t count on dying anytime soon either. I’m simply acknowledging a possibility.” Walking again, I close my bedroom door behind me and sit on the edge of my mattress.

“But like I said, nothing will stop me from doing what I need to do. Not even your worry.” I glance out the window across from my bed, a bit of Gotham’s skyline is visible past the corner of a neighboring building. I sigh, looking back to my screen. “I’m here because I know what it means to be a survivor and to stop anyone from having to be like me.”

‘There’s no point of being merciful in my methods anyway.’ I think to myself, shaking my head to type the last part of my message. “If I ever run into you out there, maybe we could have a more productive and interesting conversation. But I’m getting tired. I hope you have a good night, Bat Girl.💚” Hitting the reblog button one last time, I toss my phone to the side and fall backwards onto the mattress. “Very insightful…should’ve guessed. Gotham is very lucky.” I hum to myself as I properly curl up and drift off to sleep.

[malachitemurderer]

“Malachite Murderer? What’s this all about?”

What ever do you mean?

[batgirlspain]

“I mean, you open a Tumblr account just to say you're a new vigilante in Gotham?”

[malachitemurderer]

Well…why not? I’m not exactly trying to hide. Plus, I enjoy talking to my fellow Gothamites when I get the chance. It also keeps me updated on things.

[batgirlspain]

I keep moving across the rooftop line, boots landing quiet against wet concrete as Gotham hums below me. My phone is in one hand, thumb scrolling through Tumblr while I walk the edge of a ledge like it’s nothing more than a sidewalk.

Updated on things.

I type, not even breaking stride. A gust of wind cuts through the alley between buildings and I steady myself with my free hand against a brick chimney before continuing. I reread her reply as I move, my pace slowing just a fraction.

Or you’re broadcasting your movements and identity to every wannabe copycat, criminal, and obsessive fan in Gotham. That’s not exactly what I’d call ‘low risk’.

I keep walking as I add the next part, the glow of the screen lighting my gloves.

And ‘Malachite Murderer’, you’re really expecting me to believe that’s just a branding choice and not something I should be worried about?

[malachitemurderer]

“What can I say? I like to live life on the edge.” I slowly walk around my flat with my phone in hand, chuckling at the response. Now this was the kind of reaction I expected from a bat.

“And I never said it wasn’t something to be worried about. I promote myself as I am.” Deciding to plop down in one of my dining room chairs, I stretch my arms before continuing the sentence.

“But then again it isn’t something for you to be concerned over…not for you at least. Unless you’re secretly a trafficker or something, which I doubt of course.’

[batgirlspain]

I stop walking for half a second on the rooftop, the wind tugging at my cape as I reread the message. My thumb hovers over the keyboard. I don’t like the casualness of it. Not the humor, because Gotham runs on dark jokes, but the way she’s brushing off risk like it’s optional. I start typing while I move again, boots hitting tar and gravel in a steady rhythm.

Living on the edge is usually what people say right before they fall off it.

I exhale through my nose, already scanning the street below out of habit, even though nothing there needs my attention right now. The next part comes sharper.

And if you’re promoting yourself publicly as a vigilante in Gotham, you don’t get to decide who ‘should’ be concerned about you. That’s not how this city works.

I pause again, then add one more line, slower this time.

And I’m not a trafficker. But I’m someone who’s seen what happens when people assume they’re untouchable here.

[malachitemurderer]

“Believe me, I know I’m not untouchable.” My smile falters a bit, not that it matters since my face can’t be seen through texts. “I know all too well.” Regardless I force a smile back.

“I also know I can’t stop concern from following my every move. But I’m not worried about it. If anything, it’s a testament to why I respect you all so much.” A yawn escapes me and stand up to walk towards my room. “I have a job to do and I’m going to finish it. No matter how long it takes, no matter who tries to stop me.” I stop in the door way and stare at my screen. I grip the phone tightly as I type.

“Or I die trying.”

[malachitemurderer]

“Malachite Murderer? What’s this all about?”

What ever do you mean?

[batgirlspain]

“I mean, you open a Tumblr account just to say you're a new vigilante in Gotham?”

[malachitemurderer]

Well…why not? I’m not exactly trying to hide. Plus, I enjoy talking to my fellow Gothamites when I get the chance. It also keeps me updated on things.

[batgirlspain]

I keep moving across the rooftop line, boots landing quiet against wet concrete as Gotham hums below me. My phone is in one hand, thumb scrolling through Tumblr while I walk the edge of a ledge like it’s nothing more than a sidewalk.

Updated on things.

I type, not even breaking stride. A gust of wind cuts through the alley between buildings and I steady myself with my free hand against a brick chimney before continuing. I reread her reply as I move, my pace slowing just a fraction.

Or you’re broadcasting your movements and identity to every wannabe copycat, criminal, and obsessive fan in Gotham. That’s not exactly what I’d call ‘low risk’.

I keep walking as I add the next part, the glow of the screen lighting my gloves.

And ‘Malachite Murderer’, you’re really expecting me to believe that’s just a branding choice and not something I should be worried about?

[malachitemurderer]

“What can I say? I like to live life on the edge.” I slowly walk around my flat with my phone in hand, chuckling at the response. Now this was the kind of reaction I expected from a bat.

“And I never said it wasn’t something to be worried about. I promote myself as I am.” Deciding to plop down in one of my dining room chairs, I stretch my arms before continuing the sentence.

“But then again it isn’t something for you to be concerned over…not for you at least. Unless you’re secretly a trafficker or something, which I doubt of course.’