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So uh- I was Inspired by @creature-lala’s pinup style art of Eddie and I thought I’d try my hand at it.

Think of this as G did a silly photoshoot as gifts to Eddie and Jon by wearing sexy bits of their outfits.

I’m very nervous to post more suggestive art (it’s the residual catholic guilt me thinks) but I’m starting to unlearn and shed that feeling to embrace my horny side >:)

Mmm art therapy or some shit.

[detective-adler-on-the-case]

Migraign :(

Ugh light hurts

[crow-cavalry]

Commissioner’s Observational Log: #01

Report written by: Commissioner James Gordon

Subject: Possible Bat Spawn?————————————————————————————— I’m beginning this log because tonight I witnessed something strange and I felt the need to document it. I’ve seen many strange things in my long years at the GCPD, I foolishly thought at this point nothing could surprise me any more, but Gotham saw it fit to humble my ego tonight. It happened on the rooftop of the GCPD building, the usual spot where the Bat shows up when the Batsignal is lit. He showed up per usual to get a copy of the case file and I filled him in on what was going on. Mid-sentence he paused and looked behind me, like one of those creepy little kids that see ghosts in horror movies, and addressed the shadows like someone was there. When I turned, there was a flock of crows swarming on the staircase roof and from seemingly nowhere, materialized a small shadowy figure, crouched on the staircase roof where the crows were swarming. The only thing I could really make out about them was their glowy eyes, yellowish and like a cat’s, and that they were wearing some kind of hood. Batman addressed them directly, completely unfazed by the strange sight, and handed the file up to them, apparently for them to look through since they seemed to give it a quick read-through. He gave them some orders (I think they were orders at least?) and they vanished the way they came before I could even open my mouth to ask a question. When I turned back, Batman simply said “He’s one of my associates. You’ll likely see him more going forward” and disappeared like he usually does. Naturally, I have lots of questions, but getting a straight answer in Gotham is about as impossible as Joker becoming sane. That’s really the reason I started this log, to hopefully put some pieces together about this new Bat Spawn (not sure what else to call him). I’ll be cataloging any interactions and information I get here, hopefully I can make some sense of this newcomer. -End of Log #01-

[crow-cavalry]

-CLOSED RP STARTER-

@crowsinthecornfield

@grimprognosis

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Gotham’s night air was cool and biting, wind whipping with the shrieking of a banshee. Standard faire for the city that knows no peace.

A small figure sat perched atop the roof of one of the thousands of apartment buildings sprawling across the city’s streets, surveying the bustling streets like a falcon circling its prey.

That lone figure was the elusive vigilante known to many simply as the Crow Whisperer. Gothamites knew them by no other name, they had not made themself known to the public yet, moving in the shadows like the crows that followed them everywhere.

Theories naturally cropped up, some speculating this shadowy entity to be a cryptdid of sorts, or perhaps the spawn of the Bat himself, but the one thing citizens knew for sure was that the Crow Whisperer wrought justice where authorities failed, those with no voice could whisper their troubles to the wind and the Flock would see to it that their voices would finally be heard.

This night was no different, the Flock circling around Gotham and bringing back scraps of information to that shadowy figure on the rooftop.

The most pertinent scrap was that bodies had started turning up around Gotham, dumped in forgotten alleyways like trash.

The GCPD coroner had labeled the deaths to be heart attacks, which was suspicious when such a ruling had been made for more than 3 connected deaths. It stunk of a coverup.

The real question was what made them feel a coverup was necessary? Was it suspicious activity by one of their own, or something more?

The answer to that came in the form of obtaining the toxicology reports from the coroner’s files. Heart attack had technically been correct, though the underlying toxicological cause had been conveniently left out.

Traces of fear toxin. Those poor people had been literally scared to death.

The formula and dosage stood out most; the formula was different than most strains on file, seemingly messier and unrefined, the dosage was much of the same. Inconsistent and sloppy.

It reeked of a dangerous copycat. This didn’t bode well for anyone.

[detective-adler-on-the-case]

Ugh I’m so sluggish and sleepy. I can’t tell if it’s just seasonal affective disorder beating my ass or my creetcher side wanting to hibernate.

The perks of not knowing what type of creetcher I am, I’m always left guessing if it’s something to do with my creetcher nature or is it a chronic health symptom (for example; being kinda cold blooded vs also having rhenoids syndrome).

Maybe I need to start napping under one of those fancy vitamin D lamps.

@alfr3d-dabuttler-offical if any of the boys needs me, I’ll be napping in the greenhouse. Mmm warm.

[detective-adler-on-the-case]

Gotham’s Worst Quadracule

This is a silly crack fic au for me and @creature-lala’s dc sona Lola hehe

✨Based on this post✨

Will be tagging all drabbles for this au as #quadracule au

Genre: fluff/ soft domestic vibes, goofy ahh comedy, suggestive,

Tw: stalking (eh nobody really minds it), sex having? Kinda voyeurism? Idk it’s all very silly 👀📸🗒️👀📸🗒️👀📸🗒️👀📸🗒️👀

“Where are you off to now?”

G was in the process of getting dressed when Edward poked his head into the room, leaning against the doorframe as they pulled on pants and buckled their belt.

”My usual vigilante shit,” They replied, pulling on a sports bra and rummaging in the dresser drawer for some socks.

“Must you insist on going out and doing all this…do-goody nonsense?” He sighed softly, watching them pull on socks and a black tank top, “The weather is god-awful and loathe the idea of you getting sick.”

“Somebody’s gotta keep the rogues from killing eachother” they reached for their jacket, but were gently yanked back by their belt loop and spun to face him.

“Stay” he murmured, leaning down to kiss their neck. They laughed softly, squirming at the ticklish sensation.

“Is this you trying to dom me into staying?”

He paused, called out on his devious scheme.

“…Is it working?”

G snorted, unable to contain their laughter.

“Eddie, I love you, but no.” They grabbed their jacket and shrugged it on, smiling at his pouty expression.

“I’m gonna skedaddle, remember to make Jon take a break from his mad scientist activities and actually eat something today, take the chicken outta the freezer and leave it to thaw for dinner, I should be back before then, and… what else am I missing? Oh! Refill the bird feeder.”

They grabbed him by the tie and kissed him, affectionately squishing his cheeks as they leaned back.

“See you later!”

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Rainy days in Gotham were par for the course, G was quite used to the weather.

That day was no different as they were perched on a rooftop ledge, observing the bustling streets of Gotham.

Thankfully the rain was light, the water didn’t soak through their jumpsuit and their crow friends seemed to enjoy the free shower.

“Ya’ll seeing anything I should check out?” They questioned, getting a few dismissive caws in response.

A quiet evening so far.

Then the hairs on the back of their neck prickled, the feeling of being watched undeniable.

They glanced around, scanning the rooftops, and found that someone was standing behind them.

“Lola? What’re you doing up here?” They turned and met her wide-eyed gaze, startling the other.

“Uhhhh nothing” they quickly mumbled, skittering back towards the fire escape.

G chuffed softly, brow raised as they watched her go.

Lola was newer to Gotham, a strange sort of creature that liked to watch people. She was ultimately harmless and kinda sweet, sort of like a stray that followed you around but never quite stayed long enough to let you pet.

They thought about following after them but decided against it. You had to let the stray come to you, otherwise you’d scare it away, after all.

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G knocked on the door of Harvey’s office, finding the door already ajar.

“Yo Harv, I’ve got the intel you asked for. You wouldn’t believe all the dirt I found-“ Their trail of thought went out the window when their gaze fell on Harvey, holding an awe struck Lola by the scruff of her hoodie.

“The fuck? Harv, put her down.” They scolded, resting a hand on their hip.

“This pest broke into our office” He growled, reluctantly putting her down.

“She’s harmless, just a little too curious for her own good. Lola, C’mere.” They gently took her by the arm and led her towards the door, shooing her into the hall.

“I’ll be out in a few minutes, wait here.”

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When G left his office, they found Lola with her face pressed against the door, watching through the keyhole.

“Lola?” She jerked her face away from the door and stared up at them, mouth opening and closing like she wanted to say something but no words came out.

“C’mon, lemmie walk you home” They offered her their hand and smiled gently, amused by her strange antics.

She stared at their hand, seemingly bluescreening for a moment before hesitantly taking it.

“Might wanna put your hood back up, it’s raining again.” They murmured, pulling up their own hood and putting their face mask back on.

The walk back to Lola’s apartment wasn’t far, a small blessing when traversing the busy streets.

“This is your building, right?” They paused mid-stride, glancing at the building number and back to Lola.

They nodded and ascended the stairs, and pausing at the top, glancing back at G.

They stared at eachother for an awkward moment before G cleared their throat.

“Well, I’m gonna skedaddle. Vigilante shit to do. See ya around” They turned and scaled the nearest fire escape, disappearing onto the rooftop.

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It was late when they’d gotten home, they kicked their shoes off by the door and shuffled tiredly into the kitchen, greeted by the sight of Eddie cooking dinner.

His shirt was unbuttoned slightly, tie off, sleeves rolled up and was wearing the bright pink ‘kiss the cook’ apron that they got for him since he enjoyed cooking so much.

He looked good enough to eat.

“Ah, right on time, dear. Dinner is almost ready.”

“Forget dinner, I’ll just eat you” They murmured, shuffling into the kitchen and resting their head against his back.

“Save me for desert, I doubt you’d want to miss eating my chicken Alfredo.” He turned and kissed their forehead, turning off the stove.

“Go fetch Jon, will you? He has yet to leave his little workspace today. I tried to coax him out but he can be a stubborn man.”

It took some coaxing, but they managed to get him to come to the table, peppering his face with kisses before sitting down.

Dinner went nicely, the chicken Alfredo was delicious, especially paired with a nice wine.

“I’m gonna get back to it,” Jon grunted, attempting to get up but G stopped him, plopping themself onto his lap.

“No more work today. C’mon, we miss you.” They pouted, giving him their patented puppy eyes that he never could say no to.

“Fine, fine. I’m yours for the rest of the night.” He sighed, helpless to their gremlin charm.

“Excellent! I’m gonna to take a shower quick then we can do…other activities” They wiggled their eyebrows at him, making him roll his eyes.

“You’re a little shit, y’know that?” He drawled, hands resting on their hips, thumbs rubbing little circles.

“I know, that’s what you love about me. Besides, you get to fuck the brattiness outta me. I know you like that” They smirked, climbing off of him and collecting their dishes, carrying them to the sink.

Edward couldn’t help laughing at Jon’s indignant expression.

“oh how the mighty Johnathan Crane is brought to his knees by a devilish scheming gremlin” He teased, collecting his and Jon’s dishes, bringing them to the sink along with G’s.

Jon said nothing but his blush betrayed him. G wouldn’t be walking right by the time he was done with them.

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G had gotten out of the shower when they found Jon waiting on the bed. He was reading some book, probably some nerd shit, he didn’t look up when they stepped into the room.

“Reading nerd shit again?” They teased, drying their hair.

His gaze flicked over to them, only wearing an oversized tshirt, water droplets still clinging to their skin.

Mmm, desert.

“Psychology journal.” He corrected, his interest already drawn away from the book.

Psychology could wait.

“Ah, bitching at eachother already? You could’ve told me we were starting foreplay” Edward chuckled, poking his head into the room, gaze immediately drawn to G.

He glanced at Jon who shared his exact thoughts.

Gotta peg that gremlin.

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The night air was chilly, but Lola didn’t mind. The sight before her was too fascinating to miss out on.

She was perched on the fire escape across the street from the apartment that the infamous Riddler, Scarecrow and Gremlin all shared. Gotham’s strangest polycule.

The window was open, giving her a clear view into the bedroom.

The aforementioned Rogues and vigilante were tangled in a mess of sweaty limbs, lewd noises echoing into the alleyway.

G was currently being folded in half by Edward, their legs over his shoulders, and Jon was behind them, sucking hickeys onto their neck.

Mmm, research.

Lola furiously jotted down notes, not wanting to miss a second.

A particularly high pitch moan reverberated into the alley, Edward must’ve hit a particularly sensitive spot.

This was gonna make for excellent Yaoi content.

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G had gotten an anonymous tip about Calendar man beating up some guy, so naturally they went to go check it out.

When they arrived, they found none other than Lola herself being curb stomped by Calendar man.

“Yo what the fuck?!” They yelled, surging forward and giving him a swift kick in the stomach.

It was enough to knock him away from Lola, giving her a chance to skitter back to safety.

“Why are you curb stomping a civilian?” They grunted, dodging the swing of his fist.

“She’s a pest!” He yelled, swinging again, his movements clumsy and clouded with rage.

“That seems to be a pattern” they murmured to themself, landing a hit and knocking him off balance.

While that fight was going on, Lola was staring transfixed at G. Their movements were controlled and precise, dodging the man’s attacks with little effort.

They landed a particularly hard hit, right in his nuts, effectively taking him out. He keeled over and clutched his nuts, whimpering.

“You should really wear a cup if you’re gonna do crime, you’re leaving yourself open to easy defeat if you don’t protect your junk” They snickered as they tied him up, even sticking a little bow on his head.

“There, a little gift for the pigs. They’ll come pick him up soon enough.” They poked his curled up form with the toe of their shoe and rested their hands on their hips.

Lola stared, slack-jawed. Their hair was a little messy, a light sheen of sweat on their forehead, cheeks slightly flushed.

On no they’re hot.

“You ok? It looked like he got you pretty good.” They turned their attention towards her, kneeling to get a better look at her.

She had a split lip and the beginnings of a black eye, probably bruised ribs going by how hard Calander Man had been kicking her.

“I’m- I’m fine-“ her brain stopped functioning when they lightly tilted her chin up, fingers lightly brushing over her injured lip.

“You’ve gotta be more careful, bud. I know the rogues are an interesting bunch, but you’ve gotta be real careful approaching them. Not everyone is as good natured as Eddie”

Lola nodded, processing exactly none of their words. She couldn’t focus with G being so close.

“C’mon, let’s get outta here before the GCPD arrives.” They took her by the hand and led her out into the night.

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“Let me patch you up before you go home.” G unlocked the door to the apartment and ushered her in, shutting it behind them.

“Eddie, can you get some ice and the first aid kit?” They called out, kicking off their shoes.

They led her by the arm into the living room, settling her onto the couch.

“Are you alright?” Edward stepped into the living room, carrying the requested first aid and ice pack.

His gaze fell on Lola and he sighed deeply.

“Ah, the stray. What brings her here this time?”

“Got curb stomped by Calendar man.” They responded, taking the ice pack and handing it to her, rummaging through the first aid kit.

“I can’t believe you have beef with Calendar man.” They scoffed, gently rubbing some antiseptic onto her lip.

“I have one-sides beef with most of the rogues” she shrugged, wincing as she held the ice pack against her eye.

“You seem to have that effect on people” Edward muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Can I get you anything, a drink or something to eat?”

“Uhhhh…I’m ok, thanks. I should probably get going” Lola handed the ice pack back to G and pulled her backpack back on.

“Go where??” G and Eddie asked in unison, but Lola was already out the window and on the fire escape.

“Thanks for the help, byeeee” She waved and disappeared, off to god only knows where.

“Strange creature” Eddie shook his head, packing away the first aid supplies back into the box and putting it back into the kitchen cupboard.

“What was all the fuss about?” Jon rounded the corner into the kitchen, carrying his empty coffee cup, the bright green mug with ‘riddle my tits’ written on it in the ugliest bright purple font (a gag gift to Eddie from G. Jon’s ‘Dr Sexy’ mug was in the dishwasher).

“The stray got into trouble, again” Eddie sighed, wordlessly taking the mug from him and pouring fresh coffee into it before handing it back.

“That little Lola creature? Sounds about right” He shrugged “Trouble magnet if I’ve ever seen it”

“She’s cute though. Strangely charming, like a puppy.” G chuffed softly, putting the ice pack back into the freezer.

“Maybe we oughtta leave food out, some dog food perhaps” Jon hummed, earning a light smack on the arm from G.

“Be nice. She thinks you’re cool”

“Perceived coolness is irrelevant. I’ve got work to do”

With that, Jon ambled back to his workspace, never to be seen until he ran out of coffee again.

“I’m gonna go shower, gotta rinse that Gotham grime off of me.” G sighed softly, shrugging off their jacket and hanging it up.

“Am I invited?” Eddie perked up at the mention of a shower, like a dog hearing the word ‘treat’.

“Yes, Mr. 20 hair products. This is me, inviting you, to to join me in the shower. Hurry up before I change my mind” They grabbed him by the shirt collar and practically dragged him towards the bathroom.

“Yes sir. Is Jon invited?” He asked as they pulled him in, starting to unbutton his shirt.

“No. His invitation is revoked for being a grouchy workaholic” They peeled their shirt off and wiggled out of their sports bra, chuckling at Eddie’s expression.

“My eyes are up here, Ed”

He nodded, not processing a single word they said, watching as they turned on the shower to warm it up.

And of course, they fucked nasty in the shower.

And of course, Lola was watching through the window, furiously scribbling notes like the depraved little creature she was.

Another typical Tuesday in Gotham.

-The End-

This is goofy as fuck but I had a lot of fun writing it. It’s like a bad rom-com.

[detective-adler-on-the-case]

Tuesday is in the hospital now

If she’s hurt then that’s the best place for her to be.

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Being a vigilante with the ability to speak to animals is such a time I tell ya’ll. I get the weirdest calls.

Like sometimes is simpler things like the GCPD asking me to talk to their sniffer dogs when they’re sick and can’t figure out why (he got into the trash and ate smth he shouldn’t. It shouldn’t have taken a whole squadron to figure that out), other times it’s interviewing pets at crime scenes and taking their statements.

Then there’s the really fun stuff like today, where some fucker let a bunch of the animals loose from the Gotham zoo and I have to herd them back before they get into trouble.

Yo @alfr3d-dabuttler-offical, can you have some of the boys come down to help? Perhaps Robin or Red Hood since they likes animals?