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[brixtonblack-blog]

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  “ Props to being a Robin that doesn’t run around in his knickers. “

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@prisonraised (x)

The Boy Wonder had only met Bane once before.  This wasn’t the way to greet who could end up being his step-son.  “A few miles north of here, there’s a desert.  Meet me there in two hours, without any armor.  And bring a sword.”  He glares, and walks away.

[purrsandwhips]

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     Selina chewed her lip, seeming almost uncharacteristically nervous. Damian sat across the dining room table from her, waiting for Alfred to serve breakfast.

     “Damian, you’re... okay with the wedding, right?”

[archived-dcvilcomplex]

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❝ It’s Mr. Murdock. But please, call me Matt, I'm a lawyer, do work for the Wayne family every now and then ❞

[blxckisblxck]

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   “ If it isn’t daddy’s little sidekick. How’s the weather in his shadow? “

   “ Kidding. I don’t care. Should run along, runt. I’m not interested in fighting children. “

[scarletwebs]

A Spider in Gotham

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Ben hated going to Gotham City. The crime, the gunk, and the general unpleasantness of it was infectious. He had come here several times when he was on the road, but he always felt like he had to leave before he was stuck there, allowing Gotham to eat away at him and drive him mad.

But unfortunately for the Scarlet Spider, he was in Gotham now, with no way of easily returning to New York City. 

A fight with the Rhino had left Ben unconscious in the back of a truck, a one way ticket to the home of the one known as Batman. Especially unfortunate for the wallcrawler because he didn’t happen to have his wallet on him and even then, he wasn’t the richest hero on the block. 

He was going to have to settle down in Gotham for a bit, earn some money, so he could get himself home. But for now, as he peers out at the city, it’s red skies looking ominous as he cracks his knuckles, he fires off a webline and decides to get a look around.

[hxtstreak-blog]

Hot on their heels

The streets of Gotham. Sure on the outside, one would think it just another major city in the world, but to a trained eye that knew how to spot trouble, Maria had figured out this city wasn’t exactly the nicest place. She could only take a guess as to what really went down in the back alleys of this place, but she had an idea that it wasn’t anything too nice. High crime rates and, from what she had heard, costumed freaks running round either causing all kinds of trouble or trying to stop it, one name in particular that she had heard whispered with either awe or fear: Batman. Whoever it was, if he was this big she was definitely going to keep her eyes open if she was going to be operating in this place for any extended period of time. Because where there was crime, there was bound to be plentiful work bounty hunting against them. ...or for them, whichever had the fattest wallets.

It was upon this particularly gloomy night that Maria found herself on the hunt for one of Gotham’s various gangs. She didn’t  know who her client was, but from the sound of it it was one of the bigger families looking to teach her current targets a lesson. It was dirty money, sure, but money was money and she wasn’t about to disappoint. Chances are she’d probably end up hunting her employers later for an even fatter prize by even bigger fish. Just how things worked out, really.

Stepping into Gotham’s warehouse district, she paused if only to take a look at a small sheet of paper she’d been given, it containing only an address and a store house number. That’s where she’d find her marks. She repeated the number a few times over in her head before crumpling the paper up in her grip, squeezing, only to open her hand and let ashes drift away. No need for a paper trail, after all.

Figuring taking the high ground would be the best choice of action, as these guys no doubt would be armed to the teeth, she ascended up the stairs of a nearby storehouse before climbing her way up to the roof. If the number on this building had been correct, then her mark was... yeah, 6 rows down. She took a running start before taking a leap over to the next, then the next, then the next, until she was on top of the roof of her target. 

One pistol was drawn, another producing a smoke grenade. With a grin that would make a shark jealous, she slid down towards the nearest window and slowly, carefully, lifted it open. It was time to make an entrance.

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[batanddemonspawn-blog]

“Since you’re obviously going to be here for a while I had Father tell Alfred to prepare a room for you, not surprisingly he’s had these kinds of things happen before.....”