#gothamcity

[clownfishofcrime]

Day 19

Playing Card Confession

Bc me and my friend talked about Arkham Games Joker recently I was like "I'ma draw him for this"

I honestly am surprised how well it turned out

[neonnewsfeed]

He Swears It Was an Accident

Ellie really thought she had the whole normal life thing down. She had a degree, a steady job in R&D at Wayne Enterprises, and she only occasionally glowed in public.

Then Gotham happened.

Some idiot decided to mug her in a dark alley. And listen—she tried not to react too harshly! But he swung a knife, and she panicked, and next thing she knew… there was a body.

So yeah, maybe she freaked out and phased it into the ground. But it was self-defense! Who was gonna dig there anyway??

Fast forward a few years. Construction starts under the building. And guess what they find.

Now Ellie’s sitting on her couch, sipping coffee with an ecto chaser, just waiting for the Bats to show up and ruin her Tuesday.

“Man,” she mutters, “I really can’t have one normal decade, huh?”

[theartofemanuele]

Catwoman - (Batman returns)

Procreate applepencil

[jadegretz]

[c4spiansgraveyard]

“Gotham Shadows & Golden Light”

Ink sketches of four heroes — each carrying their own kind of light and darkness.

Batman, the weight of Gotham on his shoulders. Red Hood, rage tempered by justice. Nightwing, grace born from shadow. Booster Gold, a flash of brightness from the future.

All done with brush pen and ink — experimenting with contrast, motion, and texture. Black and white feels honest — no tricks, no color to hide behind. Just lines, weight, and intent.

[thepuddinscosplay]

Catwoman cosplay from DC comics

Full HQ set: Ko-Fi

Support us on Ko-Fi

Cosplayer: The Puddins’ Cosplay

Instagram: nessy.fox

[athenanfaymont]

Ghost of Gotham storms - Part 7 (finale)

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6)

Mystical vision on the rooftop

By the time the manor had endured Damian’s curses, Tim’s theories, Cassandra’s quiet revelations, Dick’s haunted nostalgia, and Jason’s unnerving “book miracle,” Halloween was upon them, darker, rainier, and stormier than ever.

On one strange, calm morning, after returning from patrol with everyone already asleep, it came to Bruce like a premonition: gifts left with intent, personal details no intruder should know, each Robin confronted without fear. Too precise to be random. Too intimate to be hostile.

So he went to the manor’s roof. Alone.

Batman: “Enough games.”

That “cold wind” the kids had been feeling ever since Cassandra mentioned it, and Jason confirmed it. That subtle “breeze” at the back of the neck. A shadow detached itself from the night behind him—taller, broader, cloaked not in darkness but in calm.

Superman: “Missed you.”

Bruce’s jaw clenched.

Batman: “You’ve been following my family. Interfering in my city.” Superman (smiling): “Checking in. Leaving presents. Trying to make an impression.”

Bruce’s silence was heavier than any storm. Clark stepped closer, almost shy.

Superman: “You once said I had to be creative. Show I was interested, prove I wasn’t a violent threat… but also that they couldn’t beat me.” Batman: “Did I say—?” Superman: “In that Cat Grant interview.” Batman: “That’s—!” Superman (cutting him off): “And don’t tell me that was Brucie talking. I know your kids protect him more than they do Bruce or Batman. If I’m going to win them over, it has to be for real.”

For once, Batman didn’t have a response ready. Clark shifted his weight, uneasy.

Superman: “Did I screw up? I thought it’d be kind of funny when they found out… that they’d respect me, and—”

His words trailed off.

Batman: “You’re Superman. If anyone doesn’t need to earn their respect as an enemy, it’s you.”

Silence stretched again.

Superman: “They’re going to hate me, aren’t they?”

Bruce finally processed it all. His shoulders slumped, his body eased.

Batman (softly): “They’re going to love you.” Superman: “You don’t look happy.”

Bruce turned, exhausted after a long night and months of uncertainty.

Batman: “They’ll blame me for every fight we have.”

Behind him, Clark’s laugh broke the tension as he landed lightly on the bedroom balcony.

Superman (grinning, floating closer): “Wait! Does that mean we can start dating publicly?” Batman (without looking back): “Stay for breakfast. If that’s public enough for you.”

A moment later, the ghost stirred up another cold breeze—but Bruce didn’t notice, wrapped in Clark’s arms.

In the end, it wasn’t a ghost or a curse. It was something far more dangerous.

A man in love.

If you enjoyed this, you can check out my AO3 profile (I have a Batman Halloween story haha), read my work-in-progress fic DDaLS or simply follow me and give it a like.

Thanks for reading!

[schrisnicholas]

Smoked up, locked in.