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[ao3legendarium]

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

News had spread fast far in wide in Gotham City of the young Wayne heirs' return to the city, after an absence for several years while he had been traveling the globe. Returning a more hardened and coincidentally, heartbroken man to the emptiness of Wayne manor once more, save for Alfred- Had made him feel more empty than he'd been when he'd left in his teens. For the first time in years he'd been seen making a public appearance, stepping out of the sleek black car when he found himself swarmed by reporters.

[unrelaxing]

if jason isn't noticeably bigger than dick in the animated movie i Know it's not gonna be good

[polyamships]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: DCU, Justice League - All Media Types, The Flash - All Media Types, Green Lantern - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Barry Allen/Hal Jordan (Green Lantern)/Iris West Characters: Barry Allen, Hal Jordan (Green Lantern), Iris West Additional Tags: cross stitch, Cross Stitch Pattern, Fiber Arts, Art Summary:

A cross stitch pattern of Barry, Iris, and Hal

[quartzcelticas]

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[ao3legendarium]

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

He thought tonight was going to be calm.

Attend a gala, greet a few people, keep up appearances.. And go home a few hours later. Even Ollie and Lex were there. Even if the two ended up bickering if they got within five feet of one another, he thought he'd be able to distract himself a few hours with the stress of what today was. Everything was fine- Until it wasn't.

He'd been so buried in his own mind, the stress, all of it- That he didn't see what an ample opportunity tonight would be for the joker to attack all of Gotham's elite at once. He should've seen it coming- But he didnt. Suddenly, that ear piercing laugh filled the ballroom, followed by the sight of gas filling up the space filled with the wealthiest gothamites in the city; along with a few guests.

He didn't know what it had done to them, but it didn't take long for the chaos to start.. And suddenly he was face to face with the man who murdered his son. He felt the emotions well up in his throat, threatening to swallow him whole- Until those emotions that threatened to drown him quickly turned to anger and rage.

Things became hazy, and he was suddenly screaming. "How DARE you show your face here tonight of all nights, you filthy disgrace of a human BEING! YOU DESERVE TO BE THE ONE ROTTING IN THE GROUND, NOT HIM!" Whatever else left his mouth became drowned out- Despite it being his own voice. Abruptly, he dislodged the weapon the joker had on him, throwing it across the room. Then his fists were slamming into his face, over and over and over until his knuckles were raw and covered with the jokers blood. He grabbed the front of that ugly suit and screamed, dragging him out onto the balcony...

Throwing them both over to their impending doom to meet the concrete below several stories.

( based on this: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTMUeuTJq/ )

[the-boy-king-rp-multi]

The first gala he'd attended in several years.

He could feel several pair of eyes on him as he stepped out of his sleek black car, camera flashes and reporters scrambling to try to get a word out of him, anything- But they were unsuccessful. He could feel even more on him as he stepped through the doors into the room full of Gotham's most elite bachelors and bachelorettes.

He'd organized the fundraiser gala to raise funds to rebuild the city after the damage the floods caused by the loss of the city's sea walls, and to rebuild that as well as help in the poorer areas that got hit hardest- It was the least he could do, after finding out about the scandal of money laundering associated with his father's legacy. He sighed, swiping a glass of sparkling champagne off a server passing by, taking a slow sip, looking around the room anxiously. He hated making public appearances- But it would be good for both the city and his image.