#arrowverse rp

[ccjitters-official]

Kid Flash, why are you like this?

[centralcity-centaurboy]

Psst

@central-city-courier

Hey, why are we whispering?

[wanted-to-do-more]

Adventures in Bat-Sitting // OPEN to Batfam

Zola was very excited to start her new position. She had been shadowing Mr. Pennyworth for several days now. So far, the Wayne children hadn't seemed to take notice of her except to eye her critically and whisper to one another asking who she was. A house of incredibly intelligent, gifted young wards was certainly something to be wary of for the average maid. But, of course, Zola wasn't your average maid, now was she?

Alfred had called her specifically because he knew this was one time he could not afford to stay in Gotham, yet he also couldn't leave his employer, Bruce Wayne, without assistance. The man could hardly tie a tie by himself, and cooking, she had been informed, was completely off-limits to everyone except Jason. It took her almost the whole week to realize Jason didn't even live in the house.

By day, Zola observed and assisted with the cleaning, the dishes, the cooking, the laundry - she had a special talent for cleaning out those blood stains, even from the most stubborn of fabrics. By night, she studied Wayne Enterprises business ventures, read up on American history, and memorized the human anatomy. The only thing she couldn't really do was any auto work, which Mr. Pennyworth had assured her should be fine for the time he was gone.

That morning, she drove him to the airport. He patted her head and told her good luck with a smile and a wink before heading off. Then she returned to Wayne manor to make breakfast before she needed to wake Master Wayne. She was warned, however, that "No one hates mornings as much as Batman." No surprise there. But, Zola wondered, when exactly does the Batman sleep? She was pondering that when she heard a noise behind her....

[fearlessmuses]

PERMANENT STARTER CALL.

character: laurel lance

series: arrow & arrowverse

sexuality: bisexual

age: 30s

desired interactions: oliver queen, nyssa al ghul, sara lance, tommy meryln, dinah drake, mia queen and more

hit the ♥︎ for a starter from laurel. specify muse if you are a multi pls.

[timeconverges]

Indie Multi-fandom Multi-muse roleplay blog. Written by Ally (She/her. 30+). Semi-selective. Low activity. Featuring Canon Characters from various fandoms.

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[oftomorrow]

We are bound together by the future. We all share the same tomorrow.

Independent roleplay for DC's Clark Kent / Kal-El / Superman. Blended and flexible canon, heavily inspired by Superman & Lois with additional influences from the DCU, My Adventures with Superman, Smallville, Lois & Clark, the Arrowverse, and more. As written by Jeanette.

[shabbyandpetty]

"I'm a petty dabbler and a shabby peddler, luv, that's what I am."

independent john constantine rp blog mature and selective, 21+ only written and loved by jax

[white--arrow]

The air at night is cool and crisp. It bites at the surface of your skin like a lover too greedy, turning painful with time. Star City always tends to be colder than other places- although Gotham has them beat without any trouble- but this was one of those nights where the city seemed empty, near everyone holed up inside with their heater. It seemed eerie to most, places usually busy turned desolate. However, a body crumpled on top Winick Tower found the only thing in it's mind to be Finally, a fucking break.

In the past two weeks there had been 27 articles about White Arrow posted to various news sites. Some speculated about her being linked to the city's Emerald Archer, some questioned her trustworthiness, but most climbed all over what she'd been doing. Twelve hour patrols hurt, they did, but the internet was already shifting the spotlight towards her. Soon, she was sure she'd get a call. Look at the news, he'd say. You've done well, he'd say. But as the comm indeed crackled to life, Mercy's curt voice grated in her ears.

"Chrysi. You've been ordered to return in the next two hours. We've been monitoring your vitals and determined the most recent improvement hasn't worked as well as we'd hoped. We're going to run a few tests and try something different. Luthor needs you to stay out for longer."

.. She wasn't surprised. She needed to push harder, it was unavoidable. Nevertheless, she'd end up just as exhausted. It wasn't going to be easier- it would only get longer. She didn't spend long on the though, opting to push herself to her knees.

It didn't work out for her, however, because as soon as she did the taste of bile flooded her throat. Her vision swam as she fought not to heave, barely hearing the comm in her ear.

"Change of plans. Return as soon as possible."

Weakly, she pressed a finger to her ear to respond. "Copy. En route."

It took her several minutes to be able to get up. If she was anyone else, she would've been down for the count by now, but she eventually pulled herself to her feet, disregarding the way every part of her had a dull ache. It was the same day over and over- twelve hours to patrol, four to rest, and eight accompanying Lex Luthor. Soon, though, he'd be back in Metropolis, and just maybe, Mercy would let her breathe a little. It was during this little moment of thought, letting her mind wander while she fumbled with her grappling arrow, that she felt eyes on her. Her pulse kicked up a notch as she whirled around, arrow nocked. ***