Gotham City Subway

another night in gotham/amityville

(christmas present for my dear @taizi who introduced me to the wild crossover concept of these two being twins that has ~haunted~ me since- ilysm)

In the AU, Megatronus Prime created and oversees the High Guard.

It looks like there's a new recruit....

Werewolf Omegaverse.

I absolutely ADORE the idea of an omegaverse/werewolf au where in a world that values alphas and omegas the most Makoto, a beta, is one of the most sought out people at Hope's Peak.

Like at first people thought he was just a loser who just happened to be lucky enough to get into Hope's Peak but after certain encounters with him they are so glad he's here. He's one of the most genuine people at the school and the way he talks moves you without the use of pheromones that an omega or alpha would have.

Anyways, because I like Hajime (and Hinaegi) I imagine him going to war constantly with the other students at Hope's Peak for Makoto's affection and being a Reserve Course student is NOT going to stop him.

"Why were you picking fights again?" Makoto ask as he put a bandage over Hajime's eyebrow.

"Just some other alphas trying to make a statement." He lied, telling Makoto some other alphas voiced their horny thoughts about him and how it made the other animalistic side of him rage was not an option he was willing to take right now.

Even as they stood Hajime was releasing phereomones that the other couldn't smell but most of those bastards at Hope's Peak could and if they even dared to–

"Are you sure you're okay?" Makoto asks, putting a hand on the other's cheek.

Hajime nearly melted into it, stopping himself in a blink of an eye "Never been better."

Damian going undercover and kicking ass in Detective Comics 2016 1094

@batbabydamian pointed out that Damian is still not, in fact, bigger than a 10 year old 😭🫵🤏

I crave Danny/Kwan fics, why isn't there more? Dash gets a pass but Kwan doesn't? C'mon yall we're missing out on opportunities. 😩

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Phantom: *kisses Kwan* No one will believe you~ ♡ *flies away*

Kwan: ....I can't let Paulina or Dash find out about this.

Dash & Paulina: *Phantom fan senses tingling*

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*Kwan and Danny stuck in the Ghost Zone*

Kwan: So do you-

Danny: Shut up and kiss me.

Kwan: Done!

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Kwan: If I ever had a nickle for everytime a Danny kissed me I'd have to nickles.

Dash: What?

Kwan: *sweating* What?

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Kwan: *fighting a GIW agent*

Danny: Damn, I wish he would put me in a headlock.

Sam: We are being attacked!

Tucker: Yeah, save your simping for when we aren't dodging lasers.

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I miss them so, so dearly...

Also second attempt at humanformers

I'm mentally preparing myself for episode seven of Agatha All Along because I KNOW as much as I want her to Lilia isn't surviving and it makes me sick to my stomach.

Noor doesn't want to die burned in the tents. She must live like the rest of the children in the world. Please help her by donating at the link gfm🙏😭💔

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Lay Me to Rest- DCxDP Prompt

Warning: Blood and gore

There has been a series of murders across the country. Each death was varied and self-inflicted. At first, they all seemed like suicide but each had a strange range of symptoms before death.

Sudden paranoia, incoherent mumbling, screaming or yelling, going in and out of their homes sporadically, random fixations, and finally self-harm.

The victims were teachers, parents, businessmen, truckers, and even a crime novelist. All unrelated and in different states.

Each victim didn't seem to have a connection until an investigation discovered that each one had been an active serial killer. The body counts ranged from as little as 5 to as much as 23. The killer was named the Serial Serial Killer which wasn't creative but it was catchy. Some called them the Angel of Vengeance but most thought it was cringy and overdramatic. Many people didn't want them to be caught but others hotly debated letting a killer dispense justice when their crusade could easily turn into them killing people for innocuous things.

The police were still questioning whether this killer even existed. One thing was clear, there was a trail and it led straight to Gotham. A goldmine for them. Naturally, Batman had gotten a hold on the case and began an investigation.

The biggest question was how the killer found their victims and how they knew that they were killers.

The answer was obvious. They didn't need to figure it out. They just needed to wait. Why just in the effort to investigate when a serial killer tries to convince you to leave with them? So bars are the obvious place. But that's shaky at best since there is a period of torment that takes place that allows the victims to return home. The killer doesn't care if the victims could call the police, perhaps because they know their victim won't.

Bruce started to build a profile. He saw a pattern here. Each of the victims had a preference for their victims as well. They targeted young people, mainly boys. Odds are the Serial Serial Killer matched that description or age range. So bars weren't the hunting ground. So parks were more likely to go unnoticed and boys tended to hang out there longer after dark.

The killer was more than likely a victim himself so he may have a few scars but probably not noticeable enough that his would-be assailants would be turned off. There is no ignoring the predatory nature of the victims. Each killed children for gratification in some form. It's not that the boy is attractive but he probably has traits that the victims found attractive in children. So babyfaced, short, native, and polite.

There was much else Bruce could get. There was nothing concrete and he still didn't understand the method that was used. So far this was guesswork.

It wasn't until a few weeks later while he tracking another killer that he found his answer.

Dr.Kinder a Biologist by day and a killer who experiments on his victims at night had picked up a promising new lab rat a week ago. He had intended to slowly dissect the boy. He had gotten so used to the screams he stopped using anesthetics besides he wanted to see how the fear response caused the organs to shift.

To his surprise the boy didn't fight, in fact he seemed to jump to the table and say he didn't need restraints. Disturbing. But he was restrained anyways.

As the doctor cut him open the boy didn't react, only humming to himself as he watched the doctor.

"What are you hoping to find?" He asked. "I'm getting bored and this bearly hurts."

The boy annoyingly never stopped talking and never missed a chance to ruin the moment. There were never any screams or cries but incessant talking.

Dr.Kinder found the boy disturbing so he simply took an axe and chopped the boy into pieces. Not once did he make a sound. The doctor thought it was over but the next day the boy was back. He sat on the autopsy table kicking his feet in nothing but his bare skin.

"What the hell are you?" The doctor gasped in horror.

"I'm bored. Play with me again." The boy purred.

Bile crawled up his throat as the doctor restained this...thing again.

This time the boy spoke differently.

"You cut me up last time. Did you do that to the last boy. After you...you know." A sick grin spread across his cheeks.

The doctor cut open his neck this time and let him bleed out.

Everyday he came back and every day the doctor killed him until the time between his death got shorter and shorter. The days began to blur and he had no idea how long he had been doing this. But that thing kept talkimg to him.

Dr.Kinder stared down at his desk at the papers trying to think of anything but-

"I wonder what people would think about what you've done. You're a disgusting and depraved man doctor. Look at what you've done to me." The sing-song voice of that demon called out.

He could feel those blood-soaked arms wrapped around his neck.

He flinch as he pushed the thing away.

"Oh, are you going to beat me or stab me this time? Ooo, or are you going to put me through the woodchipper again?" The demon asked as the doctor wrapped his hands around his throat.

He just kept squeezing until the boy went limp. It never ends. The blood never goes away. It covered every surface of the room. Dripping, conjugating, and spreading into every corner. Whenever he turned his head he could see body parts spread across the room in the pools of blood he could they the faces of the others that he had killed. Each face wretched in agony.

"You hold on better than the others. I've been eaten, torched, and disemboweled before but after coming back a few times they usually end it after a few words. But every time they don't feel guilt. They just don't want to face consequences." The boy said. "Do you even remember my name? The one I told you when you picked me up on the side of the road or was I just another body to use and discard? I used the name of your first victim. I hoped you'd notice."

The doctor knew he couldn't kill the boy but he could end himself. He had tried it once but just like the kid he came back without a scratch.

"Not yet. This is your life now. Come on, let's taste death together. Again and again and again and again and-" he repeated over and over.

This was hell. This was his hell.

But it came to an end eventually. Dr.Kinder put an end to himself in a gruesome display.

Batman had only caught the tail end as he faced a young boy standing an a pool of blood.

****

"Yeah, that thing is like a worse version of a revenant. Doesn't really have a name yet to describe it. It's undead for sure. You kill it and it just comes back." Constantine said "Why did you bring it here?"

After a long bath and some new clothes, the kid looked normal as played on a phone given to him.

"Look, I didn't know what else to do." Bruce explained.

"You leave it alone!" Constantine said exasperated "Look they are harmless to anything they don't bear a grudge towards. Think of it as a force of nature." Constantine said.

"I just want to know how to stop him." Bruce said.

"Well you can't kill it but you can't bring him back entirely. You can just soothe it 'till it stops targeting its victims. It must have died pretty gruesomely to go to these lengths. You need to find where it died and lay it to rest. Properly." Constantine sighed knowing that appeasing this soul would be more than just difficult.

"Danny, come on. Let's go." Bruced said putting a hand on the boy's head as Danny stood up to leave.

"Okay. Bye!" Danny waved to Constantine.

He'd mimic Bruce so well that they wouldn't even think twice before jumping into action.

Every once and a while, the Batkids will try and pretend to be Bruce over the radio whilst on patrol.

Tim (as low and gravelly as he can go): "Oracle! Analysis!" Barbara (nonplussed): "Red Robin, I can see which channels are lit up when you speak, I know that's you." Tim: "I AM THE NIIIIIIIGHT...!"

Batman is not pleased. The kids only do this more.