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I think there should be more fics about Gothamites talking back to the bats - specifically Batman

“Get inside” “you’re not my dad”

“Stop trying to fight the joker, PLEASE” “fuck you, I do what I want”

“The streets aren’t safe tonight” “bro it’s Thursday, one of chillest days. Please shut the fuck up about telling me about gotham like I wasn’t born here thanks”

A Wild Battinson (Social Media AU)

Part 52 (Masterlist)

Part 53 Coming Soon

@bruciemilf it’s all about the grind bestie

Can you believe I didn’t photoshop the Tonight Show photos? That actually happened. (They did it for me.)

Thanks for the love everyone <3 I’ve noticed a lot more people commenting who aren’t Battinson/Batman/DC fans but follow the AU anyway, and that really warms my heart. Thanks for joining us :)

Things are happening. Gotham is in suspense. Bruce is being social. Please pray for Caleb’s sanity. But that’s all for now! Buh-bye!

I just got back from new York so here are some Gotham hcs

- the city of perpetual construction

-the most sleek& modern buildings situated right next to old classic gothic buildings

-lots of historical sites; like 3 museums

-so much graffiti

-the general trend/ style is street wear meets apocalypse-core type beat

-gargoyles

-gas masks are considered part of basic survival

- homeless shelters are very big because people flock to them whenever crisis hits

- there is a hit list for all the rouges (the rewards are crowd funded)

- joker is at the top with a 8 billion dollar reward for the clowns death

-batman knows but can't do anything about it

-Its traditional to leave gifts for the vigilantes

-robin: anything animal related will suffice| signal: gets left many things bc he's new| red Robin: anything with caffeine or merch of the family | red Hood: books/note books. Playbills are accepted as well | spoiler: anything purple or pictures of the bats falling | black bat: dance stuff | night wing: blue glittery things | Batman; cute pictures of his kids| I know I'm forgetting something but but what ever

- bat burger= MacDonalds

Some pics that emulate Gotham on a good day

Not all of these are original ideas but I don't remember where I saw them

AU where Gothamites aren't all that fond of Superman, but are even less fond of how Metropolis treats him.

They don't like him, yeah, but not because he's an alien. Because he's bright and happy and sunny and not Gotham. They appreciate him for what he is, they just don't want him anywhere near their city or Rogues because he doesn't know how to handle them. You can't just punch a Gotham Rogue and get it over with, unless it's the Joker—there's a song-and-dance routine that only the Bats know how to do well. You play along with their theatrics, play your cards right, and you can get most of them back in Arkham, Blackgate or police custody without violence.

But Metropolis? They're cruel to him. Anti-alien protests, whatever the fuck Luthor's got out for him that reeks of bigotry, shit thrown at him. And it's not even a minority either, it's a vast majority.

And after a while, Clark gets tired. He asks Kon, "how do you cope?"

Kon shrugs. "I go to Gotham. They don't care there. Most of them can't even be considered human with the amount of toxins is in their water."

And, Gothamites don't. They give him odd looks and a wide berth, but that's more to him not being a Gotham local than anything else. They don't get many visitors there.

"Why's big boy blue here?"

"Doesn't matter. Bat's probably got some business with 'im. You gotta problem with it?"

"You don't?"

"Superboy one and two are already here all the time, they're all the same to me."

"Ain't that insensitive?"

"He's gotta develop thicker skin if he's gonna be vistin' here more often."

And that's the worst of it. Of all the comments Clark hears, the worst are people despising any Metropolitan, not just him.

Gotham adores their vigilantes, even though they're creepy and violent and dark, because they're Gotham's lifeblood and Gotham protects her own. Clark thinks Metropolis could stand to learn a few things from that.

Bruce is glad Clark finally sees why they stick with their city despite it all. Gotham isn't nice, but what it is is kind. They're all grateful because they've seen the worst life and death have to offer, and know their vigilantes try their best to protect them from that. Metropolitans live in a near-perfect city; they don't know there are worse things than death.

Gothamite Memes (Part Five)

🎶Guess who’s back, back again🎶

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Six Part Seven

The Intern: Outreach Gala

Another uneventful day for Gotham's environmental intern...

Part 1- Day one

Part 2- The Joker Fish

Part 4- The Billionaire Boys Club

Gotham's public library appears unrecognizable under the cloak of night. Broad leaves shroud the outside exterior of the Gothic pillars while ivy cascades down the large door frames. Harris raises an eyebrow.

"How many forests do you think Wayne destroyed in his quest to save the planet?" He questions with a smirk.

Each grey hair is perfectly gelled out of his face. Ditching his glasses for the occasion, Dr. Harris may actually care about tonight's guests. The bouncer outside the door seemed to think the dress code was not a laughing matter.

Taking his extended arm, I roll my eyes. The security guy nods to the two of us as we walk through the door.

"Professor, if you keep saying things like that Gordon's going to question your stances on Gotham's resident Eco-terrorist. " I whisper with a smile. "....but at least 12."

Thanks to the joint collaboration between Wayne Industries, Goth-corp, and the Gotham Department of Environmental Protection. Gotham City is hosting its first Environmental Outreach Gala for the nearby tri-state area. Unfortunately for me, they saddled the newest intern to do all the heavy lifting. Young joints and all that jazz. At least I got an invite. The invites ran out before the IT guy could get one. Poor Eddie.

My heart flutters a little bit as a realization hits me. I’m actually here… surrounded by giants in clean energy and the scientific community alike. Award-winning journalists... All for the future of our planet. Passing my reflection, I smile thinking of how far I’ve come from that little river rat back at home.

A figure in the corner of my eye draws my thoughts away from the Grandma debrief. Dick Grayson, the Billionaire’s son, charms the group of ladies by his side. I take a mental note to find time to talk to him when there isn’t such a big crowd. Having someone in Bruce Wayne’s ear might be an asset.

The walls echo with the idle chatter coming from the rich socialites of Gotham. Waiters in tuxedos maneuver silently with a tray of champagne flutes in each hand. Considering, that most environmental professionals wear cargo pants from the early 2000s to work... the dress code was definitely a choice. I scan the room for familiar faces. Gordon flashes me a smile from across the room. I nod back. The Mayor works his way around the room with a large smile. It must be an election year.

My throat gets tight. I'm not ready for this. Looking to my right, I find that Dr. Harris has vanished into the crowd.

"Y/N L/N?" A voice calls distracting me from my nerves.

A well-dressed man strolls over. Something about him puts me on edge. Maybe it's his wicked smile or the large emerald ring on his outstretched hand. He walks with an easy air of confidence.

"Lex Luthor."

My heart does a little tap dance in my chest. The tight fabric of my rental dress makes it hard to breathe. I shake his hand politely. The party-goers go quiet around us. From the corner of my eye, Lois Lane, an investigative reporter from Metropolis, shoves through the crowd. So much for being a fly on the wall.

"I recently worked with a Professor of yours. She had a lot to say about your graduate proposal."

This cannot be happening. Memories of those long fights in the lab flash in the back of my mind. Mr. Luthor's cat-like gaze observes my reaction curiously.

I cover my face in embarrassment. That woman deserves hate mail. I could have at least been asked to type or spell-check it beforehand.

"To be frank, I originally chose the topic to get a rise outta her. Dr. Hendrix had me doing dishes for 3 weeks straight after I accidentally messed up a sample, so I wrote a proposal I knew she wouldn't like."

When I finally uncover my face, Luthor stares down at me with an amused grin.

"Even so. I'd like to discuss potential funding opportunities in Metropolis. If this is something you would think up out of boredom, I'd love to see what you can do when you put your mind to it."

That brings a smile to my face.

"Really? Everyone who I've brought it up to has been apprehensive about researching Kryptionian radiation.

"We need more scientists to ask questions Ms. L/N. Even the ones, that people don't want to know the answer to. "

The sullen green glow draws my eye once again to Mr. Luthor's ring finger... Wait, that's not an emerald. That's Kryptonite.

"Is this a personal interest of yours?" I ask slowly glancing between his eyes and his ring.

"In some ways."

An unspoken conversation occurs when he notices my acknowledgement of his strange choice of jewelry. The silence only creates more questions. Why would you wear something you know is irradiated?

"I hope to hear from you soon." Mr. Luthor concludes after handing me a business card, "There is always a spot at Lexcorp for a future scientist with your talents."

I stand there in silence watching him leave. The sleek modern design of the card lists only the bare essentials: his name, office address, and contact information in silver lettering.

Four hours ago, I was hauling boxes for the decorating committee. Huh. A nearby waiter offers a champagne flute from the tray. Respectfully, I turn them down. This dress costs more than my rent.

“Oh no. Thank you. I am… working.”

"Does work-life balance not apply to interns?” A voice interrupts.

I try not to roll my eyes at the "intern" comment. The constant reminders of my status are getting old. Starting at his perfectly buffed dress shoes, my gaze drags along the fabric of his black designer suit. Dick Grayson sure does like to make an entrance. With his dark curls and friendly blue eyes, there's something familiar about him. I can't quite put my finger on it... Sipping on his drink, he waits for my response with a teasing grin. His energy is contiguous. I ignore his question to ask my own instead.

“Has anyone told you that you tend to appear out of nowhere?”

His striking eyes light up with a mischievous glint.

“You have no idea.” He laughs introducing himself, “I’m Dick Grayson.”

“So I’ve heard.” I joke gesturing to the envious eyes from across the room.

He raises a curious eyebrow.

“Good things I hope?”

Glancing around the room, I ignore the dozen eyes staring daggers in my direction. Academia can be such a bitch.

“Nothing too crazy: a few murders, unfounded accusations, and you might be an alien?”

Dick Grayson grimaces while tilting his head ever so slightly. He swirls his drink, yet doesn't take a sip.

“Sounds about right. Anything you believe? “

I pause... Do I play coy?

“I’m not sure an alien could do a quadruple summersault.”

Something flashes in his eyes that I don’t quite understand. For a moment, I wonder if I should have held my tongue. His suspicion morphs into the first genuine smile I've seen all evening.

“You’ve done your homework Ms. L/N.”

Before I can respond, a scream causes the ballroom to descend into chaos. Vines shoot out from under the floorboards while the native plants start attacking the guest. A woman with flaming red hair paces the floor. Her vines wrap around each person one by one…. A thorny bush springs out of a fallen leaf snagging my delicate rental dress.

Dammit Pamela. We talked about this.

Glancing at the bartender's horrified expression, I frown.

“I change my mind. I’ll have that drink now.”

Tell me why my child just asked if ACAB includes Batman.

Visiting Metropolis and apparently everyone here hides when there’s even a MENTION of danger lmao. Like are you really that afraid of a few cheap looking drones??

I mean I feel like yes, but only because I overheard Red Hood yell that he hates poor people the other night, and I mean he definitely prefers beating up goons to actually helping people

Tell me why my child just asked if ACAB includes Batman.

My favorite thing about working in Gotham is getting promoted and moved to our Crime Alley office just to realize my boss might be running a criminal empire

Friday at the office we had a heater going and everyone was bundled in coats and blankets. I wonder if we’ll have a fan going tomorrow morning since it looks like Mr. Freeze is finally chilling out for the month and letting things thaw out

My wife asked my son who his hero is, and this child says “IVY!!” so excitedly. We’re raising him to respect strong women AND the environment. I’m so proud, even if my wife is a little worried 😂💕

Anyone know who the rogue of the week is? Cuz my water is coming out green and we aren’t sure if it’s just Gotham Gothaming or if someone fucked with it

Every time I see a Bruce Wayne interview I die. This man is hilarious and also probably what made half the rogues in Arkham decide to go on killing sprees

Brucie : last time I heard from her she was spending her holidays with her Aunt Artica

Interviewer : Antarctica is not a person . It's a continent

Brucie : like ketchup and mustard?

And here I thought it was going to be a boring week. Here’s to brushing teeth with bottled water

Anyone know who the rogue of the week is? Cuz my water is coming out green and we aren’t sure if it’s just Gotham Gothaming or if someone fucked with it

It’s one of the Wayne boys’ birthdays. Happy birthday kid who pretends to drink coffee

Getting moved to the main office has been so great, we’re doing an actual POTLUCK??? Like was I told not to touch Janette’s weird green “salad” because last time it made a few people start to grow leaves and speak backwards? Possibly. But everything else looks great and is PROBABLY safe!

Update: 2 people ate her appropriately named “Green Goblin Salad,” and yes, they are currently hospitalized. Everyone else had a great time though!

Getting moved to the main office has been so great, we’re doing an actual POTLUCK??? Like was I told not to touch Janette’s weird green “salad” because last time it made a few people start to grow leaves and speak backwards? Possibly. But everything else looks great and is PROBABLY safe!

Honestly very on brand for Gotham’s sweetheart—even Metropolis can’t resist him

Is bruce wayne dating two daily planet reporters?

It has been a rumor from some sources that the billionaire playboy Bruce wayne is dating clark Kent and lois lane-Kent, two married couple and reporters from the daily planet in secret.

"Bruce has been involved with both Lois Lane and Clark Kent, perhaps at the same time" says one sourse. At the moment, we only have pictures of them at events together. Greeting each other with familiarity. But many resources say that they see clark kent and bruce wayne disappear during large events with lois lane covering for both of them or even joining the disappearance time to time.

What do you think of this rumor? Can it be true? Feel free to send your insight.

(@call-me-strega )

Half of my block is missing. Not half of the people, half of the actual block, apartments and all. Which I could ignore except one of the buildings that decided to disappear is Mrs. Malley’s, and I might actually go rogue if I don’t get a coffee in the next hour.

At least the Chinese restaurant was left, because no one wants to actually cook dinner when Gotham is Gothaming.