#gotham:starter

[queenxthea]

Thea had finally settled in for the night she was planning on having a glass of red, her Chinese takeout and catch up on some Netflix in peace, however living in Gotham nothing was never that easy. As she relaxed into the couch Thea heard a knock at the door. “Doors open, but only come in if it’s super important it’s my night off and I have a bottle of red here with my name on it.” Thea shouted standing up from her comfort on the couch.

[ohriddlemethis]

      ed hated having to go out into the streets of his beloved and tormented city these days. the overcrowding issue was beginning to become a bit too much for him and he was sooner ready to launch attacks on the newcomers over favor of his usual methods of initially making them use their brains. still, he had an elaborate ploy to get up to and annoying newcomers be damned; there was a colony of bats to take down. as he leaned down to spray paint a green question mark on one of the walls of the bank, he stopped halfway when he felt a presence behind him. heaving a sigh, he threw his head back. “WHAT!? can you not see that i’m busy!?”

[ofdarkknight]

      bruce couldn’t quite  imagine how crowded gotham was becoming - it was alarming, frightening, and still he knew it was the only place safe enough to harbor anyone who wanted to live. the joker had really outdone himself and shame, guilt, anger - fear all of those emotions swelled up inside of him. perched upon the edge of a rooftop, he noticed someone familiar down below - watching them carefully, observing their actions, he waited until they were stopped before descending silently down behind them. “this isn’t a good place to be, some thugs are a street over - i’ve been tailing them, so you need to go before things get worse.”

[wcndrgrl]

god she missed california. she really missed the world in general. this city was freaking w e i r d. it shouldn’t be surprising. this isn’t her first time in gotham, after all. cassie had friends from here but being in overpopulated city on a daily basis gave her new perspective as to just how weird it really was. she couldn’t really walk the streets – not without a few interesting looks. her identity wasn’t a secret and evidently people around here weren’t used to that. she kept to flight – at least up there no one could reach her. after slowing to land on a near rooftop for a breather, she realized she wasn’t alone. “is it true there’s someone around here named the condiment king? that’s the kind of villain i want to meet. how bad can anyone be if they’re associated with food?”

[zsaszslays-blog]

“You know in some cultures, this one included, staring is considered rude. Do you need something?”

[bartholomewruns-blog]

“I do not like that guy’s laugh.”  Bart shivered just remembering it. He was watching an old classic, one he hadn’t seen before, and suddenly that guys face comes in and ruins his good time? Not okay on so many levels. “Why can’t the speedsters just run around and find them all? Save Gotham save the day no more joking around?”

[xhijackinggotham-blog]

Tommy was bored. He’d spent the past hour waiting for a client to meet him at the top of Wonder Tower, and he was starting to wonder if they were ever going to turn up. Taking out his cellphone and sending a text to the client, he sighed and turned to leave. He didn’t care for time wasters, and he’d be dealing with the no show accordingly.

Just as he was about to call the lift, he heard the elevator shaft groan as someone rode it to the top level. At first Tommy thought it was the buyer, but something felt wrong. Thinking for a second, he jumped up onto the ledge above the elevator and waited patiently. As the doors opened, he saw someone’s silhouette walk to the edge of the balcony. His curiosity getting the better of him, he dropped down silently before speaking.

“It’s a little late for sightseeing, don’t you think?”

[silcntknight-blog]

Cassandra flipped through some of the books she had selected from the shelves. Most of them were thinner and had a brightly colored cover on the front. Some of them had nice silvery letters on the spine that she liked to look at. But these weren’t to look at. On the days she was with Barbara, they usually spent most of their morning in the library, the older woman finishing up some things from the night before while Cassandra got lost between the rows of books just looking at them. Sometimes she’d even help reshelve the stray titles on the cart to help her with her alphabet. Today, she just sat at one of the oak tables and picked a book to read, trying to make sense of the letters on the page.