Choice

Choice

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Sheila gets two variations because I said so and she deserves it. I may have watched the movie a few more times now. And I may be rewatching the series. Leave me alone.

Not gonna lie, I’m fond of the GoCI variant coloring because reasons

Part 1 (x)

What A Steal | Guardian | Playmate?

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It’s Gotham, right. It’s hard, it’s unforgiving, it’s constantly warring for its soul between the Bat, the Rogues and political/capitalist monsters. They’ve survived big bads with bombs and bio-chemical weapons, constant terrorism, alien invasions, unfeeling corrupt officials, THE earthquake—Gothamites are wild. And they come together more often than not, protecting their own while the world outside turn fearful and judgemental eyes on their dark spires and unending rain. They put their trust in a prolific monster that puts himself between them and everything else because no one else will ever love them as much as he and his team does.

I think a lot about art that comes out of Gotham. The kind of affluent pretentious crap that gets bought by Mayor Hill or tycoons from Metropolis. The small popular studios that have small but powerful exhibitions of little known artists that reflect light and life in the corners of their city.

And I think about the graffiti. The illegal tagging, defacement of the Bowery stretching from corner to corner, the paint-covered walls of Crime Alley where the brick can barely be seen anymore. I think about the kind of artist Gotham would grow in that medium.

Not Banksy. Banksy adjacent, maybe.

Someone who’s survived the worst of Gotham and loves the concrete under their feet. Someone so removed from all the Waynes and the Vreelands and the Hills of the City; someone who grew up in the shadows of gargoyled buildings and in the arms of people who work to keep the city alive. Silent, anonymous, as enigmatic as Gotham’s protector. Plastering their opinions all over Gotham’s First National and beneath bridges between the islands. And I think there’s more than one. A small handful, never planning, never speaking, but passing quietly in the night with cans of spray paint and ladders.

The GCPD get calls about them from time to time, and their latest illegal work marring buildings in uptown. But it’s Gotham. Gordon and the Bat have bigger things to worry about with little time to spare. When it comes between an armed robbery or a tagger, one of these things is not like the other.

But I do think the Bat looks. Every so often, he’ll turn in an alley or a subway, and there it’ll be. And he’ll stand, for a breath of contemplation, and then he’ll disappear back into the night.

A Horror Story

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Guess what game I’m playing; 13 years, baby, let’s gooooo

Happy Halloween

from the Dark Place 🎃