#echo of gotham

[a-echo-of-gotham]

Waters of Youth: A shimmering sky blue liquid that swirls eternally, sitting in a small circular bottle. The muse becomes a child and loses all memories of adulthood

(do how long you want Mun Kore!!)

Tim gasps awake. His eyes blurry with tears and a ache in his chest.

He was just floating in the Eclipso. He used to be Dead. He isn't supposed to be alive.

Softly he stands up on wobbly legs. It looks like Gotham? But like a playhouse version? Weird.

He peaks under the clothes he is absolutely swimming in and gasps seeing no scales. No diamond?

He tightens the clothes and curls in the cloak as he walks around. His hand tight on his Kunai.

@humanity-forgot-me

[a-echo-of-gotham]

Salvation.

Location linked.

Echo peered down at his phone heart pounding as he bit his lip. Setting aside his journal he stood up and slid easily into his most protective outfit and a choker he made just for this. One that dulled the Curse at the expense of his energy. He worried that it might be used against him.

He Carefully writes out two notes to be carried by Gerry the Pigeon and Blobert the Blob Ghost

"I am out to see if I can save Bart. I will be slightly unreachable as to maintain cover. Remember, I'll be ok. -Echo, Mage of Gotham.

He pat his beloved companions and emptied his venoms in his room for the last time in a while. With a nervous rattle in his chest,he knocked three times on a Unmarked mirror and stepped through to the coordinates. It was Time

[a-echo-of-gotham]

Echo stood upon a roof. His hands curled around his camera as he twists hims into a precarious position.

He breaths deeply as he takes his pictures, Blobert floating around him happily.

As he twists and flips back into a safe zone he sighs deeply. It's Gotham in his pictures alright. Just not his.

[a-echo-of-gotham]

C'mon kid. Try to connect to Hal... use eachother as something to lean on and keep sane. -🪭

Mmmm.

Mk.

Uh. U̵̧̧͈̳̖̪̭͈̜̰̜͛̔̈̉̏̈́̌͝n̷̨͎̺̮̘̺͚͓͚̔́̅͒̿͂̋̓̉̐͜c̶͗̑̃͊̃̚͘ͅļ̷̧̨̹̘͖̻̝͔̐͌͐͆̄̀͑̎̈́̆̂̓͑e̴̖̣͇̲͗̾͌̀̀̈͗͒̎̏̊̚̚͠ ̵̖͈̖̭͉̫̗̭̥͒̆H̷̢̼̲̹͖̖̙̥̥̗̬̱͈̋̈̀̇̅͗͜a̸̡̯̜̲͔͓͐̿́͊́̑͛̈̄͛̓̊́͘͝l̶̟̑̆͒̍͝͝?̴̘̙̃̒̍̎

(Uncle Hal?)

Ẅ̶̨̛̦̟̙̤̺̙͔͙͈̻̥́̉͊̅̉͒̒͆̓̔͗̕̕h̵̫͑̈́͌̒̑̾̅̂̂̒͝à̵̛̛̱̻͖̯̹̈͋̽͐̊̒̕͠͝ͅͅt̵̡̘̰̝͖̤͎̙̗̥̗̏͑̑̈̈̚ ̴̢͎͕̲͓͎̲͓̬̙͎̐͠i̵̧̧̭̮̱̼̜̍͌͜s̵̡̡̛̙͖̱͕̝̬͇̳͔͍͐̋̾̈̌̍̐̿̓̈́͘̚͜͜͜͝͠ ̶̠͕̜͓̮͈͍̝̯̥̻̬̮̼̞̂̂͂̏̌́̇̈̆̂̌͝g̶̜̿̏̆̂͐o̵̢̡͔̤̖͝į̵̧̳͇̣̫̥͇̮̭̝̘͍̞̄̈́̒̓̈́ņ̷̨͈̲̂͗̓̌̂̈͋g̸̜̲̬͉̅ ̷̯̥̦̳͖̰̳͖̻̼̩̎̾̎̿̐̑̃̇̃̿͊͜ȍ̷̧͇̳͙͙̗̗͖͕̜̣͔̔̏̏͐̎́̀͒̚͜͠ͅn̶̛̺̄͌̓͛̔̈́̓̓͘͝͠?̷̧̛͔̫̜̻̣̼̘͗̆͊͐̀̐̄̅͆̔̀̒͝ ̵̧̟̫͔̭̰̺̘̩̝͉͇̮̠̬͂̈́̑̈̊̀̈́͒͌̏͘̚T̷͍̓̔̾͗͑͝ḩ̶̨̞͖̣̭̻͚̟͓͔̺͇̯̾̉̏̾͆̀̒͋̈́̈́̇̃͘͘ͅè̶̼̺͝͝ͅ ̷̢̦͊͆̎͑̒͒̂̎̄ͅÄ̸̜̈́͛̑́̋̽̈͊̿͝ņ̴̢̨̖͊̂͒́̑̕o̴͇̜͇̫̙̖̱̫͈̺͇̹͋̈́́́͗͆̂̒͗̀͝n̵̨̖͓̹̞̖̙̘͉̎̄͆͑̓̿̈́̐͆̔̈͝s̵̢̪͚̟͕̪̻͗͒̐͂ ̶̤͇̊̓̄̀̈́͐͌â̷̯̹̪͚͖͍̜͒̅͂̆͋͂̌́͛͐̎r̸̠̰̙̂̽̈́́̓̀̐͛̍͐̈́͂̚͝e̷̻̠̫̯͚̘̠̮̗̱̩̿̈́̂̍͜͝ ̶͈̯͚͛͛̈̑̈́͋̏̃̄̐͘̚̚̚͘s̵̙͎͎̞͈̩͂ç̸̢̬͎̣͒̀̽̎͂̌̎͝a̸̘̪̰̻̪̩̟̅̂̄̊͋̇͜ŗ̸̭̲̗͓̖͓̰͖̮̅̃i̴̢̧̛͙͕͇̙͓̲͓͒̑̀̑̕̚͜ͅͅn̶͖̣̦̒̔̚g̴̢̛̺̟̤̖̠̮̦̖̤̙̜͎͇̜̎̉͑̍̀͒̀̾͂̄̊̄̊̕ ̵͈͑͗̂̈͐̌̏m̵͙̖̆͂̂͆͂͌̿͑̉̌̚͝ë̴̤́̈̿̂̄̇̌͌́̕̚̕̚ ̸̝̲̘͇̘͚̥͎͚͚̺̮̎̌̚͠ͅ

(What is going on? The Anons are scaring me)

My head hurtssss

( @oceanicflyboy)

[a-echo-of-gotham]

Ooc: to the Wonderfully mean anons.

Keep Going. You are hitting home!

But I'll do this anyways

Echo!Tim is slightly insecure in his worst times. But also can be over confident in his mind. He's incredibly smart and he depends on that fact like a crutch. He's meant as a Jack of all trades with a focus on magic due to his history with it

He's terrified of becoming what John Constantine is in his world. Jaded, Lonely, scared and utterly alone. He's terrified of losing the people he loves.

He's terrified of himself. Of his abilities and curses. That's why he is so affected by accidentally biting @officialgreenlantern. It's a literal NIGHTMARE of his. Especially as it's a Naga level bite. Those are rare and permanent unless by a very powerful mage or three.

His Lover's are Danny Fenton(Romantic) Kon El(Romantic) Bernard Dowd(Romantic) Sam Manson(Platonic) and Tucker Foley (Platonic.

Again. Dp x Dc au~~

[a-echo-of-gotham]

Fwoosh you are a Naga

WHERE ARE MY FUCKING LEGS?!?!

MY FUCKING LEGS?!

[a-echo-of-gotham]

Stray woke up 7 hours later, feeling strange but somewhat rested. Unsure about what happened he looked around, feeling his neck creak from the uncomfortable position he had slept in.

- @stray-tim

(If you do not want to play out the aftermath I'm totally fine with it ^^)

Echo rumbled in his own sleep on the table. A new notebook infront of him and pen in his hand almost falling out. His snores ruffle feathers and scales alike along his back.

His own mini hibernation still being slept off a bit he would say.

[a-echo-of-gotham]

🎵

Farewell

To all the earthly remains

No burdens

No further debts to be paid

Atlas

Can rest his weary bones

The weight of the world

All falls away

In time

Goodbye

To all the plans that we made

No contracts

I'm free to do as I may

No hunger

No sleep except to dream

Mild and warm

Safe from all harm

Calm

Good riddance

To all the thieves

To all the fools that stifled me

They've come and gone

And passed me by

Good riddance

To all

Farewell

To all the earthly remains

No burdens

No further debts to be paid

Atlas

Can rest his weary bones

Farewell

To all the earthly remains

No burdens

No further debts to be paid

Atlas

Can rest his weary bones

The weight of the world

All falls away

In time

Goodbye

To all the plans that we made

No contracts

I'm free to do as I may

No hunger

No sleep except to dream

Mild and warm

Safe from all harm

Calm

Good riddance

To all the thieves

To all the fools that stifled me

They've come and gone

And passed me by

Good riddance

To all

Farewell

To all the earthly remains

No burdens

No further debts to be paid

Atlas

Can rest his weary bones

The weight of the world

All falls away

In time

The weight of the world

All falls away

In time🎵