Gotham Stories

*ੈ🎡‧₊˚ ⤷ 𝐉𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐚 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌 𝐎𝐂 ❝ 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙘𝙞𝙧𝙘𝙪𝙨? ❞ ❝𝙄 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙂𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙢 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚. ❞

"Jesus Christ..." he muttered, swallowing hard. He reached out tentatively, his gloved fingers brushing against the infant's cheek. It was ice-cold. The baby's chest rose and fell faintly, each breath a Herculean effort. Beneath the child, the tarp was damp-not with water, but something metallic-smelling and sticky. Blood? Ramirez's stomach twisted. "Dispatch," he whispered hoarsely into his radio, forcing his voice steady. "Officer Ramirez, 9th and Mercer. I need an ambulance. I found an infant. Abandoned. Possible injury." . . "They found a baby in Gotham," Bruce finally said. "Abandoned in an alley. They ran a DNA test... and it matched you." Dick froze, the world around him suddenly quiet, as if the city itself held its breath. "What?" he said sharply, disbelief washing over him. "That's impossible."

"Don't worry Isabella, you will never be alone again" Gotham is a city that takes everything-and gives nothing back. Bruce Wayne knows that better than anyone. He's spent his life wearing masks: billionaire, philanthropist, shadow, symbol. Batman. But nothing prepares him for the night he finds her. A small girl. Alone in a freezing alley. Too quiet for her age, too tired for fear. She doesn't know his name, doesn't understand his world, and doesn't speak enough English to explain her own. But she says one word when she sees him. And somehow, that's enough to change everything. Her name is Isabella. Five years old. Russian-American. Left behind by a life she never chose and a world that never bothered to look back. She doesn't know Bruce Wayne is rich. She doesn't know what Gotham thinks of Batman. She just knows one thing: He stayed. Now she won't let go of him. Not his hand. Not his presence. Not the idea that for the first time in her life, someone might actually remain. And Bruce Wayne-Gotham's most guarded man-finds himself learning a new kind of mission. Not saving the city. But raising a child who thinks safety is something you hold onto with both hands. In a house too big for silence, a girl who refuses to be left behind, and a man who never planned to be a father... they begin to build something neither of them understands yet. Home.

The spell was supposed to make everyone forget. It worked. What no one accounted for - not Strange, not Peter, not the fractured magic itself - was the dimensional resonance that had been pulling him toward Gotham since before he had language for any of it. Peter Parker arrives in Crime Alley on a wrong-rain night with nothing: no memories in anyone else's mind, no name in anyone's mouth, no universe willing to claim him. The Batman appears at the end of the alley and runs a DNA scan and the results come back and Bruce Wayne takes off his cowl. Peter Thomas Wayne. Missing from this house for twenty-six years. This is a story about what happens after that. About a family that has been broken and rebuilt so many times it has gotten very good at both. About a father who spent twenty-three years looking. About a city that names its own. About what it means to be a ghost in your own life - and what it means to finally stop being one. It has a happy ending. It earns it slowly. Come anyway. writen with help of AI

Kai Kuroba is no ordinary teenager; he is a reincarnated individual inhabiting the body of a second-year student in the dangerous comic book universe. Backed by a "Phantom Thief" system, his destiny is to establish himself as the world's most audacious criminal while maintaining his facade as an actor. After starting his career in Japan, the opportunity to move to Gotham arises when his childhood best friend, Tim Drake, invites him to study with him. ​Under the shadow of the skyscrapers, Kai's true plan is set in motion: he must locate those responsible for his father's disappearance and destroy the Immortality Gems before his enemies do. To achieve this, he must balance an impossible double life: being Tim's loyal confidant and, simultaneously, his greatest nemesis under the guise of Kaito Kid, the direct rival of Robin. ​"He is the toughest opponent the Gotham City Police Department has ever faced, surpassing even the Joker in how difficult he is to catch." - Jim Gordon ​"I still don't understand how he managed to steal my Green Lantern Ring right from under my nose." - Green Lantern ​"Kid was the first person to infiltrate the Fortress of Solitude, perfectly bypassing the Kryptonian security system. It still surprises me when I remember it." - Superman ​"He's smart, I admit it, but I will never say I can't handle him. Someday he will make a mistake, and I will take him to the highest-security cell on this earth." - Batman

Peter didn't even have time to yell. One second, he and Richard were in New York, standing too close to whatever magical nonsense Doctor Strange was trying to fix. The next? The world twisted-colors bled into each other, gravity felt wrong, and then- Nothing. Then- Pain. Cold. Confusion. 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐆𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦 𝐱 𝐎𝐂𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!! (𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐄) :) Disclaimer: I only own my oc Spider man ain't mine, DC ain't mine these belongs to their respective owners

You're Bruce Wayne's child-the one everyone forgets. The one who lives in the shadows of a legacy that ignores you. You just want to be left alone. But the moment you step away, vanish from their sight, the city remembers you. Suddenly, eyes are on you. Danger circles. And someone you never wanted to notice you... can't stop. Obsessed. Possessive. Watching. In a world where neglect made you invisible, your absence makes you irresistible-and deadly attention isn't what you asked for.

Phantom Pains "The pain of feeling something that is missing" - Even before Danny died, she felt like something was missing. It was like her soul knew she wasn't complete. She wasn't where she was meant to be. The day she found out it might be more than a feeling was the day her old life had died. Now, with nothing more than a name and a city to go off of, Danny flees to Gotham, New Jersey. But how is she supposed to find answers with all these wannabe furries running, causing messes that she has to clean up? And why does that Detective keep looking at her like he's seen a ghost? (pun unintended) _-_-_-_-_- I primarily post on Ao3. I'll update sooner there than here

This is my own DC characters Backgrounds, Kitah Colbat-Natrix AKA MOONLIGHT Lilas Amur AKA PHANTOM LOTUS Ely-Winter Delphic AKA SNOWClAW

Leo knew he had issues. In his situation, who wouldn't? But maybe, just maybe, he'd let them go too far. He'd gotten annoying, he could see how his friends reacted to him. The kept him around because he was useful. So he'd be useful. But after that... What was the point in being here? *** *** In where Leo, after a possible mental breakdown, leaves Camp Half-Blood to find his own place. And just so happens to find himself in Gotham City

Martha "Mara" Susan Wayne II, she's the daughter of Bruce Wayne but she didn't always grow up in luxury at first. It wasn't until she was six that she left the Bowery streets

"Logan." His breath warmed her top lip with the word. Her name. Something fluttered in her lower stomach. She yearned to hear him saying her name over and over again, until it no longer sounded like one. "Scarecrow." She mirrored and they pressed their foreheads together. "You fucked up." She sighed and let her head fall onto his collarbone. He held her tighter, wrapping around her with both arms now as if letting go meant certain death. "Maybe." He admitted. "But you're mine." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She's vengeful. She's cold blooded. She's ready to put her anger and hatred to use. When Logan's path crosses with Scarecrow, the most notorious villain in the streets of Gotham, it seems she might actually be able to enact her plan for justice against the family that killed her boyfriend. Somehow, someway, she's able to find herself. And him? The criminal that made all of this possible? He just might be the oxygen she's needed in order to truly breathe.

"Your not him." He stated. "He doesn't decide what you do anymore." "I know." "Do you?" He took both my hands in his. "This is dangerous, and I don't want you getting hurt." "What's life without a bit of danger?" A daughter of an assassin joining a group of superheroes? I don't own anything I only own my OC and any other characters I may create

Clark Kent can save the world. He can stop natural disasters, fight supervillains, and hear a cry for help from the other side of the city. What he can't seem to do? Get his daughter to sleep through the night. Between working as a journalist for the Daily Planet, secretly being Superman, and raising his infant daughter Mckenna on his own, Clark is running on caffeine, panic, and approximately three hours of sleep. Everyone expects Superman to have it together. Nobody sees the exhausted father warming bottles at 2 a.m., rushing out of interviews because daycare called, or silently wondering if he's failing the little girl who depends on him most. Because saving the world is easy. Being a dad is terrifying. And for the first time in his life, Clark Kent is learning that he can't be everywhere at once. A story about fatherhood, sleepless nights, found family, and the world's greatest superhero discovering that his most important job has nothing to do with a cape.

Everyone knew who Ella Piastri was. The actress with the angel face. The model on every magazine cover. The girl with white-blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a smile so sweet it made people fall in love with her from across a room. As the younger sister of Formula One superstar Oscar Piastri, she'd grown up around cameras, fame, and attention. Yet somehow, she remained untouched by it all. Ella was kind. Painfully kind. The type of person who stopped to talk to nervous fans, remembered people's birthdays, and believed everyone deserved a second chance. The world saw a glamorous celebrity living a perfect life, but behind the red carpets and flashing cameras was just a soft-hearted Australian girl trying her best. Then she met Clark Kent. A clumsy reporter with crooked glasses, messy dark hair, and the most beautiful blue eyes she'd ever seen. He wasn't like the actors, athletes, and billionaires constantly surrounding her. He was awkward. Honest. Endlessly kind. And for the first time in her life, Ella found herself wanting someone who didn't seem impressed by her fame at all. The only problem? Clark Kent was hiding the biggest secret in the world. And secrets have a way of changing everything.

There is only one rule in Gotham: kill or be killed. Alexandra has learned only one thing in her entire life. After a twist of fate, she is raised by one of the city's most notorious criminals. Many believe she is the one most likely to one day take her father's place. At least, that is, until she meets Gotham's self-proclaimed heroes. But from there, everything turns upside down. It soon becomes clear that Alexandra is far more dangerous and cruel than anyone ever thought. Even Batman believes that the girl is worse than her father ever was.

because DC

Damian Wayne has always been a loner. Raised by Ra's Al Ghul didn't set him up well for the real world. That was all true until he moved in with Batman and discovered that there was more to life. Including what it meant to be part of a real family. And then there's the other thing...something he vowed never to tell Batman unless he had to. By the looks of things he can't keep this secret for much longer now that she's in Gotham of all places. Main Characters Damian - 10 years Haden - 10 years Tim - 12 years Jason - 15 years Dick - 17 years Bruce Alfred

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This is the laziest Spider man fic you'll ever read. This is inspired by an ao3 fic called Dark Matter by Mysterycyclone