Gotham's Princess
- LECTURES 70
- Votes 7
- Chapitres 7
Contenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture59m
Dernière publication mer., févr. 18, 2026
Princess Delaney is forced into hiding after the assassination of her parents and younger brother shatters her world. Uprooted from her homeland, she is placed under the guarded protection of Gotham City's most feared vigilante-the Bat himself.
But Gotham is nothing like the palace she once knew. Its rain-soaked streets, rampant crime, and whispered corruption force Delaney to confront unsettling truths about her family's past. As secrets unravel, she begins to question everything she believed about her lineage-especially when she discovers her family's ties to a powerful underground crime ring that somehow all leads back to her.
This is all a work of fiction, any similarities are purely coincidental. I own only my character I do not own the bat family. Sadly. Enjoy.
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