#dc open starter

[stuck-in-arkham-official]

RP Starter (as always, anyone can interact!)

Joker wasn't there. He wasn't, Jason promised himself— even though he knew how it'd gone the last time he'd tried.

This time, he could do it. This time, he promised himself, as he crawled to the open door. The old wing was dark, creaky, and foul. Filled with a must so deep it settled in your bones, grinding against his broken ribs and shattered ankle, his swollen, twisted fingers.

If he couldn't get out, he'd break more bones. Another rib? His arm? Kill him for real?

Somehow, the thought of the latter didn't seem to scare him as much as before. It was welcoming. If he didn't make it this time, he'd die. That was a promise, too.

Good thing he never could seem to keep any promises stuck to him in this gloom.

His vision was hazy, squinting in the dark. Scrambling forward for his life, crawling with laboured breaths. He'd reached the hall.

Pain sparked in white flashes, sparkling before his eyes. He grit his teeth, trying not to yowl or freeze when his ankle hit a broken chunk of tile. It was blinding, and the breath he tried to take furthered the pain in his lungs.

He couldn't do this. But he had to. Batman wasn't coming, Batman wasn't coming, no one was coming.

Jason could barely move as he came to the corner, exerted by even this crawl. He'd barely made it out of the hallway—

Footsteps clacked behind him. Steps on wood, echoing down the dark hall. He feverishly crawled forward, terror in his veins.

This couldn't be it, he couldn't be here already—

[yourlocalgothamitegal]

TW: Blood and Injury

(Closed)

So lying on the ground of the back alley behind the cafe she worked at wasn’t…particularly…fun. Neither was bleeding, but hey, not the first time she’s been stabbed, still hurt like a bitch though. But that’s just a normal day in Gotham, crime happened everywhere, and while living here, you’re more than likely going to be apart of it in some way, shape or form, whether you’re the victim or assailant is the true question.

“This sucks.” Amaris muttered, slowly blinking at the clouds passing overhead, she could feel the burning sensation that came from getting stabbed, warm blood soaking her uniform. That’s going to suck to clean.

She should’ve probably called the ambulance, but no, instead she just got the word out that she’d been stabbed. To be fair, everything is getting very blurry, she’s probably losing a lot of blood. But hey! She hears footsteps, so, hopefully it’s someone that’ll help.

(Referenced Post)

[inmorganic]

another believer. open rp.

tw for cult/religious themes, potential mentions of stalking and manipulation.

There was a man outside your window. At least the shape of one.

Thunder pealed across the sky, the storm having blown in from nowhere, lightning as sudden as static charge, the only thing making him more than a pale faced shadow.

Rain pounded against the window in addition to his hands, flat palms, marked with paint, asking calmly for entry.

[the-damian-wayne]

Open RP: Damian introduces his girlfriend

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Damian sighed, he could already feel his blood pressure rising even as he pulled up to the manor, earning a raised eyebrow from his passenger. Shutting the car off, he exited the car and rounded the side to open the door for her. “As much as I want you to be prepared for this, there is nothing I can say or do to help you.” He already knew what was going to happen at this dinner, too much at once, that’s what.

“At least it’ll be interesting?” Amaris hummed as she stepped out of the car, mechanical limbs whirring quietly as she took his extended hand. “You just need to not worry so much.”

Damian rolled his eyes before walking her to the front doors of the manor, steeling his nerves before knocking. “It is already shocking enough that everyone is here, which means it’ll be nothing but chaos.” Though, despite his words, his gaze softened upon meeting Alfred’s familiar face, greeting the butler calmly as they entered and were lead to the dining room where the rest of his family was waiting.

“I can only hope this goes well…”

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[Anyone can interact! Amaris’ blog for reference -> @yourlocalgothamitegal ]

[gotham-city-animal-shelter]

Shelter - [Open RP]

A staff member spun around in a chair at the front desk- her work was done for the day, and now it was a waiting game. Yea she could go home, she did run the place and there were other staff and volunteers to keep the place afloat, but she didn't feel like doing that just yet. She was tired enough to leave if the bags under her eyes said anything.

But Cecily spun around, waiting for a new arrival to walk through between paperwork and phone calls anyway. - @'s below

@breedbun

@i-am-the-superior-robin

@initialsubject 👉👈

[harleyquinn-of-hearts]

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[mischiefandnightmares]

Joker (Open Starter)

The Joker smacked his lips as he waited for the elevator to reach the top floor. Twirling his skinning knife between his fingers as he watched the small screen above the door count down. Fifth floor, sixth floor... Penthouse. 

As soon as the door opened the clown prince of crime could not help but feel the rush of adrenalin. Excitement. It was show time. 

Once he stepped through the doors one of his two goons fired off a shot gun. Hitting one of the two security guards that had been hired for this event. Easy pickings. You would think that after the last Wayne party he crashed they would actually hire some muscle! It was just one big joke!

“Sorry I’m late. My invitation must have gotten lost in the mail!” he snickered. 

[whatwedointhemultiverse]

Holiday open Starter for Yonah

" All I'm saying is... I'm the Christmas master!" Yonah giggled walking down the streets of Gotham with boxes in her hands, " Alrighy now ... that leaves me several hours for the Wayne charity ball and... hey!?"