#sabaldax

[emuartworks]

"You were supposed to dodge."

This is based on a fanfic by @sabaldax (astrodisea on ao3) called be mine, pull me in two. Go check it out on ao3! It's one of my favorites!

[gothamcityfolk]

What's the coolest thing the Gotham City Sirens have done in thier own personal opinion?

(Ngl thier kinda my faves) ✨️

Catwoman: 🐈‍⬛ There are no more kill-policy cat shelters in Gotham. That’s my doing. And as long as I’m around, it’s going to stay that way.

Poison Ivy: 🌿 Gotham will be carbon neutral by 2030. Don’t get me wrong, a huge part of that is because of everyday Gothamites. But me creating new parks and reducing factory pollution certainly didn’t hurt.

Harley: 🤡 I reached Grandmaster-I in Marvel Rivals today :D

Poison Ivy: 🌿Oh wow.

Catwoman: 🐈‍⬛ Yeah, you win.

[veninova]

fanfic update, i'm slowly but surely piecing my kingdom back together .. ended up hiring someone to re-type the easier parts of my fanfic journals for me while i tackle the more confusing pages myself. they're about halfway thru my mizrox stuff & i'm getting them to finish off my jaxverse stuff too when they're done.

it's nice seeing most of it come back together, even though there's parts that r gone for good until i rewrite them from scratch. atm i'm slogging thru my old notes for my batjokes clown husbandry au fic

not that anyone asked LOL. just wanted to share x

[gothamcityfolk]

Are we gonna see any penguin x riddler here? 🥺

They’ve been at it for almost an hour by now, hauling crates one by one from the loading bay into the Iceberg Lounge. Some of them are worse than others. The heaviest ones are filled with ammunition and military grenades. It’s those crates in particular that make Penguin feel like his arms are going to break away at the shoulders.

Complaining helps.

‘I mean it,’ Penguin snaps. ‘The next time a henchman stands me up on unloading day, he’s going the way of the Titanic.’

‘Aw, Pengy.’ Riddler practically coos it at him, the smug bastard. He’s lugging his own box without a problem. ‘They’re not that heavy.’

‘Yours might not be,’ Penguin huffs. ‘This one weighs a ton.’

Riddler grins.

‘Admit it. I’m stronger than you.’

‘Stronger smelling, maybe.’

Penguin winces internally as soon as the words leave his mouth. He knows he’s getting cranky. And between the two of them, it’s definitely Penguin that smells the worst, his brow glistening with sweat at the hard labour. Riddler’s not offended, though. He just tips his head back and laughs musically.

‘Here’s one for you,’ the taller man beams. ‘I have no teacher, yet you’ll find me in a school. Sometimes in forests, but never in pools. What am I?’

Penguin’s nostrils flare. So do the feathers at his coat collar.

‘Stinky. That’s what you are.’

He was just saying it to be mean, at first. Now, though, he’s finding a new truth in it. There’s an oceanic scent coming from Riddler’s general person, so salty that it’s almost metallic.

‘I mean it,’ Penguin snaps. ‘You smell like …’

What is that? It’s … clean—but pungent, somehow—briny like seawater while still being rich and oily. In a word?

It’s mouth-watering.

‘What’s in that box?’ Penguin demands. Riddler just wiggles his eyebrows.

‘You tell me, birdbrain.’

It unleashes something in him. Penguin shoves Riddler out of the way, ripping the crate open with his bare hands, splinters be damned. Sure enough, the crate is packed to bursting inside. But not with guns. Instead, it’s filled to the brim with …

‘Fish?’ Penguin says helplessly. ‘You …’

Fish. Penguin could cry. Riddler got him fish—raw, fresh fish straight from the ocean—tender and scaly and plump. His stomach growls like a polar bear. Penguin thinks he’s even starting to drool, looking up to Riddler with hearts in his eyes, as if for permission. Riddler’s eyes turn that little bit softer as he looks back at him, even as that shit-eating grin spreads out across his face.

‘Exactly.’

[gothamcityfolk]

Hello Joker!

If you could choose anywhere in Gotham to run into Batman: where? And why?

Oh, dear. How’s a girl to choose? The rooftops, the alleys, the banks … it doesn’t matter. Batman is perfect, everywhere, every time. I suppose my honest answer would be anywhere I can get him alone.

As we speak, though, I’m especially eager for him to get his little Bat skates on and come find my little scheme at a certain abandoned amusement park. I’m sure he’ll get here soon. It’s not as if I’ve given him much of a choice, really. Hostages? Tick. Bombs on a timer? Tick. Burning ferris wheel, the smoke from which is visible by now from low orbit?

Girl. You know that’s a tick.

- The Joker

[gothamcityfolk]

What about Cat Woman???

Catwoman watches from above, quietly pleased, as the two officers finally run out of steam. They come to a stop directly below the lamp post she’s using as a perch. Both of them are heaving for breath.

‘Where,’ the first one gasps, doubling over. ‘How …’

‘This can’t be happening.’ His partner sweeps the bleak street with her torch even as she groans with frustration. She’d be an Egyptian Mau if she was a cat: ever alert, covered with spots. ‘She was here just a second ago.’

Catwoman tweaks the settings on her spy goggles, zooming in on her name badge. Det Sgt D. Hanrahan. She roves across to the male officer next: Sgt N. Gage.

‘We’re so screwed,’ Gage groans. ‘The commissioner’s going to explode.’

Hanrahan grimaces, but doesn’t deny it.

‘Keep looking,’ she orders. ‘Don’t give up.’

Catwoman smirks, though. They will give up. They always do. Sooner or later, no matter how strong their resolve, the two officers will call it quits and Catwoman will be free to prowl her way home. But as Catwoman watches them split up down the street and start checking parked vehicles, it becomes clear that she’s not going to be leaving here any time soon.

That’s okay, though. She doesn’t mind waiting.

She has her stolen diamonds for company, after all.