I humbly present to you peter genuinely forgetting his biologically related because everyone else is adopted
Peter: hey, can we run my DNA? Ive always wondered what my spider to human ratio is ever since the bite of '87
Tim, not looking away from the batcomputer: oh, we already ran that
Peter: what?? when???
Tim, finally looking up wiht raised eyebrows: ...uh, when we... took you in...?
Peter: but I don't remember there being any bloodwork done when you guys adopted me?
Tim, staring at Peter evidently amused:
Dick walking in with a smoothie: what's going on, guys?
Peter, shrugging: asking Tim if we can test how much of me is all spidery, but he's saying you guys ran that when I was adopted.
Dick, sharing a look with Tim: Peter...
Peter, looking at him weird: Dick you're such a millennial. ellipses are so out of date
Tim, the hypocrite: facts
Dick, rolling his eyes: anyways, Peter, buddy, you're not adopted
Peter, confused: uh? yes I am?? am I the only one who remembers the whole multiverse thing, because I have a lot of issues around the topics of losing memory and the multiverse in the same sentence
Peter: Why is Tim filming
Dick, setting down his smoothie and placing a hand on Peter's shoulder: Peter, I'm your dad.
Peter, totally blue-screening: ...oh shit I totally forgot that
Dick, patting his shoulder: it's okay, sometimes we forget Damian's biologically related, too
Tim, from behind his camera: and one time Dick asked Bruce for his medical history to figure out if he's predisposed to anything.
Dick: It's true. didn't realize till we were two hours in
Peter, nodding: yeah, that checks out.
Peter: wait, so am I predisposed to anything?
Dick, blue-screening: Uh...
Tim, still holding a camera: addiction and a hero complex
Dick, side eyeing TIm and plotting payback: I see how it is
Tim: glad bad eyesight isn't getting passed on, too
Peter, literally holding a finger up: actually, I was super near sighted before I got my powers
Dick, furrowing his brows: wait, really? But you still wear your glasses?
Peter, shrugging: well, they're not prescription or anything. they were my uncle's glasses. I like wearing them because they remind me of him
Dick, feeling bad: oh, Peter—
Peter, purposely ruining the moment: Oh, and I used to have asthma too
Tim, ruining the moment further: wait a minute. so you wore glasses
Peter: yes? literally just said that
Tim: had asthma
Peter: dude, I just— oh no.
A realization dawns.
Tim, grinning: and still are a massive nerd?
Peter: I don't like you anymore
Dick, suddenly sullen: i wanna see tiny, blind, asthmatic Peter...
Tim: Yeah, then he wouldn't be able to run away
Dick: that sounds so bad when you say it like that
Tim: okay, but it's true??? We chased him for MONTHS
Peter: Oh yeah, forgot about that
Tim: maybe we need to check you for memory problems...
Steph: Hey, just letting you guys know Mr. Benched left the comms on
Tim, rolling his eyes and moving to mute:
Steph, sensing a disturbance in the force: hey wait, don't mute I wanna hear more about tiny nerdy Pete—
Tim, spinning around in the batchair: so how many swirlies did you get in school?
Peter, unimpressed: so how many pregnancy scares did you have?
Tim: ...touche
Dick, sniffling: I've never been more proud as a father
LATER
Peter, suddenly: hey, no one every answered how much spider I am
Tim: oh right
Tim: less than 1%, honestly. anymore than that and you'd have some extra unwanted limbs and some serious deformities and mutations
Peter: ...DNA is so finicky
Tim snorted. He would know a thing or two about finicky DNA, wouldn't he? Tim "I cloned my gay best friend repeatedly after he died because I couldn't accept it" Drake.
What if the BlueLock boys were in Gotham City?? Babe, let me tell you.
Featuring: Isagi, Bachira, Shido, Kunigami, Nagi, Reo, and Chigiri.
Notes from the Batcave: this is for ✨this✨ request and let me tell you I’ve never been so excited to write something in my life. 🤣 Batman and Gotham City was my first love. (Hence my username.) thank you for this one, anon. ❤️ it was so much fun. Scratched something good in my brain. 🙂↕️
Yoichi Isagi
Isagi would likely grow up in one of Gotham’s grittier but not completely hopeless neighborhoods… think Park Row or Otisburg. The kind of area where kids have to outwit more than outrun the dangers. He’d be a street-smart, ultra-observant teen who never had power or status, but made up for it with strategy, adaptability, and vision. Hes the brain in the back of the group who never throws the first punch, but always wins the fight.
He becomes that guy in the neighborhood who knows everything. Not in a “snitch” way, more like a tactician, a broker of knowledge. You need to know what corners are safe, what gangs are moving, or which fences are taking stolen goods this week? Isagi knows. He’s a nobody with main character eyes, always watching. Always mapping out his next move like a chessboard, but with alleyways and safehouses, because this is Gotham.
Meguru Bachira
Bachira grows up in Gotham’s ugliest cracks, somewhere like The Narrows or a crumbling, forgotten district ruled by gang turf wars and bad wiring. But while most kids break under Gotham’s madness, Bachira becomes a part of it. Not in a tragic way though, in an embracing the chaos and painting it with fingerpaint way.
He’s the kid talking to himself in class, giggling at crime scenes, and weaving stories about the “monster” in his head like it’s a beloved friend. His classmates take bets on how long before he joins some goons gang under the Joker or Scarecrow.
He’s a street artist, an urban ghost, and a chaotic-good trickster all rolled into one. He leaves weird murals behind after turf fights (“was that a warning or a love letter??”), vanishes off rooftops, and might just steal your wallet and leave you a handmade origami flower in its place.
Everyone thinks he’s fucked in the head, and he is. But underneath all that unpredictability is lethal intuition and sharp reflexes.
Seishiro Nagi
Probably squatting in a luxury apartment’s top floor that’s half-collapsed after a Joker gas bombing. Electricity? Patchy. Plumbing? Don’t ask. But the view’s good, and no one bothers him. It’s quiet. Ish. Choki is still living in a windowsill.
He survives by doing the bare minimum, with lethal precision. Nagi in Gotham doesn’t try, he just exists in a state of passive dominance. You try to rob him? He dodges without looking. You try to intimidate him? He yawns mid-threat and taps you in the throat like “ugh, shut up already.”
He does not chase trouble, but trouble comes crawling to him like a moth to a flame. He’s too good, and Gotham hates that.
He’s apolitical. He doesn’t care about crime rings or justice or who’s running the Iceberg Lounge. He just wants his peace and quiet, his takeout noodles, and his cheap phone games.
Lowkey, I think because of his size and skill people do start whispering about which vigilante he is and people start adding him to the butt comparison charts.
Rensuke Kunigami
Kunigami is that rare Gothamite: someone still trying to be good in a place where goodness gets you killed. But he’s not naive. He’s just too damn righteous to give in.
He’s what happens when you mix a golden-age comic book hero with Gotham’s grit.
Born and raised in Crime Alley, he’s the son of a failed firefighter or maybe an ex-cop who tried to stand up to the mob and got buried for it. That stuck with him. Burned into him like a brand.
He watched his dad die doing the right thing, and instead of learning fear like most Gotham kids, he learned defiance.
Now he trains. He fights. He breaks bones in alleys to protect people who still have hope. Gotham tried to harden him, and it did, but it couldn’t take away that fire in his chest. He’s a vigilante without a title or name. Just a guy in a hoodie.
Reo Mikage
Reo in Gotham is exactly what you think, heir to the Mikage Global dynasty (which definitely has Gotham’s tech, real estate, and finance industries in a chokehold). The Mikage name is old money. Reo is the new face. The one on magazine covers. The one who still shows up to elite prep school in designer clothes, charm, and ridiculous levels of ambition.
Hes 1000% that annoyingly flawless student at Gotham Academy. Definitely captain of the fencing team.
Hangs out with Tim Drake and Duke Thomas because his dad is rubbing elbows with their dad, Bruce Wayne. They had a formal dinner together last Tuesday.
Ryusei Shidou
Shido is pure chaos, born into a city designed to break people, and he fucking thrives in it.
Raised in one of Gotham’s nastiest districts, Burnley, or maybe Crime Alley itself, Shidou is that terrifying urban legend kids whisper about in locker rooms, “You know that guy who got expelled for breaking someone’s nose with a smile on his face?”
“Nah, he bit a guy. Like, literally.”
He’s a problem. But he’s also a prodigy. A brutal, gleaming, charismatic, absolutely unhinged weapon of a person.
If Batman doesn’t snatch him up I fear the joker would 😩
Real talk, I actually think Jason Todd would be a fun dynamic to reign in Shidous crazy. Like Shido is in an alleyway one day fighting someone and he gets shot at (think a warning shot, not for harm) by Red Hood, “Get your shit together. Stop fighting in Alleyways.” And Shidou is suddenly like 😍😍😍 “Yes sirrrrrr.” And following him around like a psychotic puppy.
Hyoma Chigiri
Chigiri Hyoma is not a vigilante. Not a villain. Not a masked anything. He’s literally just trying to live his life in a city that is feral 25/8.
He works at a quiet physical therapy clinic or maybe a niche rooftop greenhouse café in Gotham Heights. He drinks herbal tea, listens to classical music, and wears the same three sleek outfits in rotation. People think he’s in a gang. He’s not. He just has a face and lives in this damn city. 😩
OOC.
Gift for the lovely @alastors-radioshow !! I'm a sucker for crossovers, weird ships and all things supernatural, so needless to say I absolutely LOVE our roleplay. <333
I just had to sketch our boys. I hope you like it! <3
Bonus animation:
Summary: The penchant for forensic science, riddles, opulent tastes, and saber umbrellas could only come from so many places. (AKA Martin Cobblepot-Nygma grows up to be the world's first consulting detective.)
After a bit of a break, I’m hoping to get back into the swing of things! Have an early look at my newest self-indulgent fic. <3 This has been in the works for well over a year and I was hoping to finish the entire thing before posting, but I hope you enjoy!
“Something always happens when I sit in the cafeteria with the lesser people--” Robotnik turned and shouted at one of his workers, “oh don’t look at me, you know it’s true! And you over there, put down that sandwich and put a tarp over that fucking window!”
He sighed loudly and looked at his new visitor. “Hello, latest trespasser.”
