#dcu roleplay

[thefateofgotham]

Which of the following ‘conditions’ do you think I’ve had to deal with the most as a consequence of being Gotham’s Resident Therapist?

1. Bi Panic

2. ‘Fatal attraction’ to Red Hood

3. Trauma of Abandonment

4. ‘I-wanna-be-a-Wayne’ syndrome (of both the adoption and attraction varieties)

5. Fear of Vague Attack

I’ll give you a hint: they’re listed in order.

My patience is truly extraordinary.

[arabella-drake-wayne]

Crying bcz Alfred found and binned all of my joints (the cart is dead) only to remember that I have two LSD squares from that rave 🙏🙏

TAKE THAT ALFRED!!!!

[babsggordon]

"I asked Chat gpt"- Ask me instead, Oracle. I'm real and will verify my sources before replying

[dimension-jumping-loser]

Genuinely how does Batman have beef with the court of owl this is literally the animal the court based themselves off

[robin-no-not-that-robin]

so uh hi i figured out my sexuality finally!

[tim-drake-official]

Wdym you knew I was manic when I tried to clone my dead situationship 99 times…was I that obvious

[linaisley]

So, Who whos a bitch gotta contact to summon Zantana or her blonde boytoy?

[batgirlspain]

[Several thugs seemed to be up to no good at a park. One vandalized whatever was near them, while another started tampering with the light posts]

( @nia-corthorne )

Robinson Park’s supposed to be closed. Instead I’m perched on the gargoyle above the fountain watching five low-lifes treat it like their personal playground. One spray-paints a crude owl on the war memorial. Another’s got a crowbar jammed into the base of a sodium lamp, trying to rip the wiring out for copper. The other three fan out, kicking over benches, laughing like they own the night.

Wrong night. Wrong city. I drop. My black and yellow cape snaps open, catches the wind and turns a thirty-foot fall into a whisper. I land between the vandal and the light post, silent, yellow boots kissing the wet grass.

The painter spins, can still dripping. He sees the bat-symbol and freezes. I don’t speak. I just smile under the cowl.

Five heartbeats later four are zip-tied to the same lamp post they tried to gut, stacked like cordwood. The fifth’s sprinting toward the trees. I fire the grapple and line goes taut around his ankle. One sharp tug and he’s face-down in the mud, eating dirt and regret. I crouch beside him, voice low.

“Tell your friends the park’s under new management.”

@nia-corthorne @belladonna-ismyfavoritecriminal @stargazingdustbunny