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It starts with the feeling of deja vu...
A familiar phenomenon of feeling as though one has experienced a new sensation before. Thought to be harmless, it is, if you're not aware of what's happening. Fragments of another life, another reality. Splinters of things which have occurred before, now erased from the mind's eye. This is the effect of an ever-changing reality, a rewrite of this universe. There are those of us who live outside this phenomenon, stuck looking through the glass, forbidden from interfering while fickle beings and so-called authors of the universe come and go and with a simple stroke undo and replace whole swaths of your reality.
Take, for instance, Gotham City. This was the realm of the Batman and his network of 'Robins' until yesterday, when it suddenly became home to a whole family of vigilantes. Gone is any ounce of originality, instead replaced by the status quo and leaps in logic that, outside of a reality being rewritten, would have been questioned and forsaken from taking place. Entire lives snuffed out in an instant so that others could take their place. A constant rebirthing, retconning, and refining of a new narrative daring to control the ebb and flow of this reality. Our focus shifted from one man's war to a family built from loss and trauma.
Though it would appear this family is in mourning. The loss of another of their own and the one that previously held them together is gone.
A familiar phenomenon of feeling as though one has experienced a new sensation before. Thought to be harmless, it is, if you're not aware of what's happening. Fragments of another life, another reality. Splinters of things which have occurred before, now erased from the mind's eye. This is the effect of an ever-changing reality, a rewrite of this universe. There are those of us who live outside this phenomenon, stuck looking through the glass, forbidden from interfering while fickle beings and so-called authors of the universe come and go and with a simple stroke undo and replace whole swaths of your reality.
Take, for instance, Gotham City. This was the realm of the Batman and his network of 'Robins' until yesterday, when it suddenly became home to a whole family of vigilantes. Gone is any ounce of originality, instead replaced by the status quo and leaps in logic that, outside of a reality being rewritten, would have been questioned and forsaken from taking place. Entire lives snuffed out in an instant so that others could take their place. A constant rebirthing, retconning, and refining of a new narrative daring to control the ebb and flow of this reality. Our focus shifted from one man's war to a family built from loss and trauma.
Though it would appear this family is in mourning. The loss of another of their own and the one that previously held them together is gone.
| 2018
"Barbara! MOVE!"
Barbara barely registered that the gunshot came from behind her. Reflex and instinct took over as she shielded her eyes from the exploding splinters coming from the door frame where the shot impacted. The ice in her veins suddenly began to pump again as Barbara scrambled away from the door and down the hallway towards the door frame hiding Harleen.
Behind her, the door slammed open, nearly sheared from its hinges. Bone-chilling laughter echoed through the narrow corridor causing every hair on Barbara’s body to stand on end. Her eardrums felt like they were going to explode whilst the Joker responded to Harlen by firing several shots into the air. Amused hoots came from the twisted mouth, the scared visage curling up into the Joker’s signature grin, his teeth appearing even more yellowed under the diffused hallway lighting. Continuing forward, he danced through the shower of dust and debris, obviously toying with the pair of young women.
In all her time as Batgirl, Barbara had never faced the Joker. She had never seen him in person. Bruce had countless files, and the GCPD had enough mugshots to fill a yearbook, but being in front of the Pale Man of Gotham was an entirely new experience. The infamous Clown Prince of Crime truly deserved his reputation.
Ducking around the door frame, Barbara looked at Harleen. The older grad student had been completing her residency at Arkham. She had often spoken in length about the face-to-face time she had with some of the asylum’s more dangerous inmates. Her thesis had taken a particular interest in the Joker.
Apparently, the feeling was mutual.
Harleen was barely holding it together. The gun grasped between her hands was shaking as the Joker pranced down the hallway toward where the two girls were hidden. Poking her head around the corner, Harleen raised the gun again. The deafening sound of a shot rang out, followed by the clattering of metal along the antique hardwood flooring. Laughter briefly filled the space before the Joker called out through the din.
“Careful with that thing, you’ll shoot your eye out!”
A shriek came from Harleen as Barbara realized that the Joker had disarmed the other woman with a single expertly placed shot. The two girls locked eyes for a brief second before Barbara motioned silently with her eyes behind them towards the stairs. A single word was shared telepathically between them.
Run.
Clambering up the stairs, the two women tried to put as much space as possible between them and the madman downstairs. Barbara moved to open her room before she was suddenly pulled by Harleen into hers.
No, Harls. What have you done?
Trying to formulate a new plan, Barbara fought against the panic bubbling up inside of her, watching as Harleen pulled a bat from her closet.
Just how many weapons did she have stashed in here?
"Where's my little harlequin?" The Joker’s voice echoed down the small hallway. It went quiet for a second before gunshots rang out, the walls and door of Harleen’s room exploding. The girls dropped to the floor and felt the bullets fly over their heads. Poking the gun into the entrance of Harleen’s room, the Joker seemingly hesitated for a moment, turning back into the hallway.
“Where, oh where, can Harley be?”
"Right here!” Harleen suddenly jumped from their cover, smashing the bat down on the Joker’s wrist as she disarmed him.
“Puddin'!" She added tauntingly, swinging the baseball bat around and straight into the Joker’s abdomen. The blow barely winded the Joker as he continued to laugh, taking a hold of the bat and tossing Harleen aside like a ragdoll.
The Joker was a dangerous opponent, he could trade blows with the likes of Bruce and Dick. But Barbara at least had the element of surprise on her hands as she landed a swift kick to the Joker’s jaw. Blood ran from the madman’s lip as his bloodshot eyes suddenly swivelled away from Harleen and onto Barbara.
What was once malicious laughter suddenly turned to a chilling chuckle.
The first blow nearly sent Barbara to the floor. Even with blocking it, she was caught off guard by its force of it. The next was so fast she barely had time to raise her other arm. The onslaught continued rapidly wearing down her defenses. Barbara could practically hear her body bruising.
A loud bang followed by a splatter of blood suddenly caused the Joker to falter in his assault. Barbara stumbled backwards, gasping for breath as she realized the blood wasn’t hers but instead had come from the Joker’s shoulder. Behind the clown was Harley, the Joker’s own gun in hand, still smoking. She stood there, trembling like a leaf, helpless to prevent what happened next.
The Joker spun around, snatching the gun from her hands and pulling the blonde-haired woman into his arms, seemingly unphased by the open wound. Squeezing her tightly, the Joker looked almost adoringly upon her. A single tear rolled down Harley’s face as he eyes widened, her mouth opening, but no words came out.
“There, there, it’s over now, Harley. I forgive you.”
"Harls-"
"Shut up!" The gunshot was deafening. Searing pain suddenly shot through Barbara, only air came out of her mouth.
"Can't you see we're having a moment? You have yourself one rude roommate, Harley." The Joker's sneer echoed in Barbara's ears as though he was a world away. Her vision slowly faded to black as she helplessly watched the Joker disappear with Harleen. Her knees buckled beneath her as she fell to the wooden floor, slumping over to her side, hands clutched futilely attempting to stop the flow of blood as a warm pool formed around her.
Barbara barely registered that the gunshot came from behind her. Reflex and instinct took over as she shielded her eyes from the exploding splinters coming from the door frame where the shot impacted. The ice in her veins suddenly began to pump again as Barbara scrambled away from the door and down the hallway towards the door frame hiding Harleen.
Behind her, the door slammed open, nearly sheared from its hinges. Bone-chilling laughter echoed through the narrow corridor causing every hair on Barbara’s body to stand on end. Her eardrums felt like they were going to explode whilst the Joker responded to Harlen by firing several shots into the air. Amused hoots came from the twisted mouth, the scared visage curling up into the Joker’s signature grin, his teeth appearing even more yellowed under the diffused hallway lighting. Continuing forward, he danced through the shower of dust and debris, obviously toying with the pair of young women.
In all her time as Batgirl, Barbara had never faced the Joker. She had never seen him in person. Bruce had countless files, and the GCPD had enough mugshots to fill a yearbook, but being in front of the Pale Man of Gotham was an entirely new experience. The infamous Clown Prince of Crime truly deserved his reputation.
Ducking around the door frame, Barbara looked at Harleen. The older grad student had been completing her residency at Arkham. She had often spoken in length about the face-to-face time she had with some of the asylum’s more dangerous inmates. Her thesis had taken a particular interest in the Joker.
Apparently, the feeling was mutual.
Harleen was barely holding it together. The gun grasped between her hands was shaking as the Joker pranced down the hallway toward where the two girls were hidden. Poking her head around the corner, Harleen raised the gun again. The deafening sound of a shot rang out, followed by the clattering of metal along the antique hardwood flooring. Laughter briefly filled the space before the Joker called out through the din.
“Careful with that thing, you’ll shoot your eye out!”
A shriek came from Harleen as Barbara realized that the Joker had disarmed the other woman with a single expertly placed shot. The two girls locked eyes for a brief second before Barbara motioned silently with her eyes behind them towards the stairs. A single word was shared telepathically between them.
Run.
Clambering up the stairs, the two women tried to put as much space as possible between them and the madman downstairs. Barbara moved to open her room before she was suddenly pulled by Harleen into hers.
No, Harls. What have you done?
Trying to formulate a new plan, Barbara fought against the panic bubbling up inside of her, watching as Harleen pulled a bat from her closet.
Just how many weapons did she have stashed in here?
"Where's my little harlequin?" The Joker’s voice echoed down the small hallway. It went quiet for a second before gunshots rang out, the walls and door of Harleen’s room exploding. The girls dropped to the floor and felt the bullets fly over their heads. Poking the gun into the entrance of Harleen’s room, the Joker seemingly hesitated for a moment, turning back into the hallway.
“Where, oh where, can Harley be?”
"Right here!” Harleen suddenly jumped from their cover, smashing the bat down on the Joker’s wrist as she disarmed him.
“Puddin'!" She added tauntingly, swinging the baseball bat around and straight into the Joker’s abdomen. The blow barely winded the Joker as he continued to laugh, taking a hold of the bat and tossing Harleen aside like a ragdoll.
The Joker was a dangerous opponent, he could trade blows with the likes of Bruce and Dick. But Barbara at least had the element of surprise on her hands as she landed a swift kick to the Joker’s jaw. Blood ran from the madman’s lip as his bloodshot eyes suddenly swivelled away from Harleen and onto Barbara.
What was once malicious laughter suddenly turned to a chilling chuckle.
The first blow nearly sent Barbara to the floor. Even with blocking it, she was caught off guard by its force of it. The next was so fast she barely had time to raise her other arm. The onslaught continued rapidly wearing down her defenses. Barbara could practically hear her body bruising.
A loud bang followed by a splatter of blood suddenly caused the Joker to falter in his assault. Barbara stumbled backwards, gasping for breath as she realized the blood wasn’t hers but instead had come from the Joker’s shoulder. Behind the clown was Harley, the Joker’s own gun in hand, still smoking. She stood there, trembling like a leaf, helpless to prevent what happened next.
The Joker spun around, snatching the gun from her hands and pulling the blonde-haired woman into his arms, seemingly unphased by the open wound. Squeezing her tightly, the Joker looked almost adoringly upon her. A single tear rolled down Harley’s face as he eyes widened, her mouth opening, but no words came out.
“There, there, it’s over now, Harley. I forgive you.”
"Harls-"
"Shut up!" The gunshot was deafening. Searing pain suddenly shot through Barbara, only air came out of her mouth.
"Can't you see we're having a moment? You have yourself one rude roommate, Harley." The Joker's sneer echoed in Barbara's ears as though he was a world away. Her vision slowly faded to black as she helplessly watched the Joker disappear with Harleen. Her knees buckled beneath her as she fell to the wooden floor, slumping over to her side, hands clutched futilely attempting to stop the flow of blood as a warm pool formed around her.
| 2018
The night air was cool as the pair walked hand in hand idly along the foggy streets of the quiet Gotham neighbourhood. The semester was coming to a close and while the dorms were likely filled with partying college kids, Barbara thankfully lived further from campus, renting an apartment shared with a graduate student.
Taking their time, Barbara looked up at Dick, studying his face as her near-perfect memory recalled not the handsome young man beside her, but the cheeky young boy she first met. His baby blues were hidden behind a domino mask and a tousled mess of black hair.
Babs suddenly stifled a giggle that brought Dick’s attention and prying gaze towards the shorter redhead.
“What’s got you all giddy all of a sudden?” He asked, raising a brow as Barbara’s emerald eyes looked up towards Dick, locking with his own before she spoke.
“I still remember the first time I saw you.” She started, pausing momentarily as she looked around as if mockingly checking the empty streets for someone watching them, “Do you still have the tights?”
“If I did,” Dick began, holding up a finger on his free hand, “And I’m not saying that I do, I don’t know that they would still fit.”
“Puh-lease,” Babs retorted, “We both know Bruce had you in that outfit far longer than you ever should have been. It wasn’t just Gotham’s underbelly that were packing.”
“Oh, so you were checking me out?”
“Get over yourself, Grayson,” Babs spun around, jumping on top of the nearby pony wall as she walked backwards in front of him. “No one started checking you out until you stopped wearing the cape and uncovered your best asset.” She paused, tapping a finger to her chin before excitedly pointing at Dick again.
“Remember when you thought you’d be cooler as a freshman if everyone started calling you ‘Ric’?”
“What is this, the roast of Dick Grayson?” Dick asked, throwing his hands up as he feigned offense. Still despite his best efforts, Barbara noticed he couldn’t stop smiling. Her cheeks suddenly felt quite warm.
“Hey, stay out of the kitchen if you can’t handle the hea-” The wall had unexpectedly ended, causing Barbara to misstep. A firm hand suddenly appeared between her shoulder blades as another helped her back onto the sidewalk.
“Graceful as ever, Gordon,” She muttered to herself before looking up at the former Boy Wonder again, “I mean ‘Hello Megan’!” She pointed towards her hair, “This girl comes with a warning, you can’t be shocked when things get hot.”
“Pretty sure I just saved you.”
“I had it under control.” Barbara stated, crossing her arms defiantly as the pair came to a stop outside of a small brick covered townhouse. It was in an older part of Gotham, Edwardian architecture still covered in the original brick. Ivy had grown attached to the house, finding its way into every crevice and crack between the mortar and brick. But it had a distinct charm, Barbara and her roommate had both enjoyed the house over the past couple of years.
“So this is you?” Dick asked, full well knowing the answer. It was hardly his first time coming to the house. Though, Barbara did have to admit this might be his first time using the front door.
“This is me,” Babs replied, a small smirk appearing in the corners of her mouth as she unlocked the door before turning around and facing Dick again. As he leaned in for a kiss, Barbara held her lips just out of reach of his. The charged air seemed to radiate between them before the redhead pulled back. Her lips curled into a coy smile as she reached behind her and opened the door.
“Not tonight, Boy Wonder.” She teased, winking before blowing a kiss and scurrying inside with a giggle. Opening his mouth to protest, Dick didn’t have a chance to get a word out before the door shut.
Leaning on the other side, Barbara giggled to herself again before realizing how dark the house was. She was sure her roommate had said she was staying in tonight.
“Harls?” Babs called, “You can put the ice cream away, he was both a gentleman and a scholar.”
There was no response as Barbara bent down to remove her boots before tiptoeing further into the townhouse in case Harleen was asleep.
Maybe she did go out?
Before she could take a step further away from the door, there was a knock. Rolling her eyes, Barbara called back towards the aperture.
“Dick, please tell me you haven’t been standing out there this whole time?”
Turning around, Barbara opened the door. An audible gasp erupted from her mouth as she stumbled backwards.
“Dick? That’s a little rude given we barely know one another heehahahaHAHAHAheehahaHA!”
That haunting laugh was the last thing Barbara heard before the gunshot.
Taking their time, Barbara looked up at Dick, studying his face as her near-perfect memory recalled not the handsome young man beside her, but the cheeky young boy she first met. His baby blues were hidden behind a domino mask and a tousled mess of black hair.
Babs suddenly stifled a giggle that brought Dick’s attention and prying gaze towards the shorter redhead.
“What’s got you all giddy all of a sudden?” He asked, raising a brow as Barbara’s emerald eyes looked up towards Dick, locking with his own before she spoke.
“I still remember the first time I saw you.” She started, pausing momentarily as she looked around as if mockingly checking the empty streets for someone watching them, “Do you still have the tights?”
“If I did,” Dick began, holding up a finger on his free hand, “And I’m not saying that I do, I don’t know that they would still fit.”
“Puh-lease,” Babs retorted, “We both know Bruce had you in that outfit far longer than you ever should have been. It wasn’t just Gotham’s underbelly that were packing.”
“Oh, so you were checking me out?”
“Get over yourself, Grayson,” Babs spun around, jumping on top of the nearby pony wall as she walked backwards in front of him. “No one started checking you out until you stopped wearing the cape and uncovered your best asset.” She paused, tapping a finger to her chin before excitedly pointing at Dick again.
“Remember when you thought you’d be cooler as a freshman if everyone started calling you ‘Ric’?”
“What is this, the roast of Dick Grayson?” Dick asked, throwing his hands up as he feigned offense. Still despite his best efforts, Barbara noticed he couldn’t stop smiling. Her cheeks suddenly felt quite warm.
“Hey, stay out of the kitchen if you can’t handle the hea-” The wall had unexpectedly ended, causing Barbara to misstep. A firm hand suddenly appeared between her shoulder blades as another helped her back onto the sidewalk.
“Graceful as ever, Gordon,” She muttered to herself before looking up at the former Boy Wonder again, “I mean ‘Hello Megan’!” She pointed towards her hair, “This girl comes with a warning, you can’t be shocked when things get hot.”
“Pretty sure I just saved you.”
“I had it under control.” Barbara stated, crossing her arms defiantly as the pair came to a stop outside of a small brick covered townhouse. It was in an older part of Gotham, Edwardian architecture still covered in the original brick. Ivy had grown attached to the house, finding its way into every crevice and crack between the mortar and brick. But it had a distinct charm, Barbara and her roommate had both enjoyed the house over the past couple of years.
“So this is you?” Dick asked, full well knowing the answer. It was hardly his first time coming to the house. Though, Barbara did have to admit this might be his first time using the front door.
“This is me,” Babs replied, a small smirk appearing in the corners of her mouth as she unlocked the door before turning around and facing Dick again. As he leaned in for a kiss, Barbara held her lips just out of reach of his. The charged air seemed to radiate between them before the redhead pulled back. Her lips curled into a coy smile as she reached behind her and opened the door.
“Not tonight, Boy Wonder.” She teased, winking before blowing a kiss and scurrying inside with a giggle. Opening his mouth to protest, Dick didn’t have a chance to get a word out before the door shut.
Leaning on the other side, Barbara giggled to herself again before realizing how dark the house was. She was sure her roommate had said she was staying in tonight.
“Harls?” Babs called, “You can put the ice cream away, he was both a gentleman and a scholar.”
There was no response as Barbara bent down to remove her boots before tiptoeing further into the townhouse in case Harleen was asleep.
Maybe she did go out?
Before she could take a step further away from the door, there was a knock. Rolling her eyes, Barbara called back towards the aperture.
“Dick, please tell me you haven’t been standing out there this whole time?”
Turning around, Barbara opened the door. An audible gasp erupted from her mouth as she stumbled backwards.
“Dick? That’s a little rude given we barely know one another heehahahaHAHAHAheehahaHA!”
That haunting laugh was the last thing Barbara heard before the gunshot.
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-Bruce is dead.
-Start with Alfred's funeral
-Jim in the hospital, stage four lung cancer
-Barbara Kean, incarcerated? James Jr. at large? The case that got away
-Barbara Jr in highschool was the outcast, Goth computer whiz whose fascination with crime and ultimately the Batman was brought on from an early age due to her family history.
-Harleen approximately 29-33 when Joker abducted her and attacked the 20 year old Barbara. Dick at the time was 18, and had been Robin for about five years. Barbara's attack leading to a falling out between him and Bruce.
-Puts Bruce approximately 32-35, saying he started his crusade about 25-27 and had already close to a decade behind the cowl. Makes Bruce just about fifteen years older than Dick, towing the line between a brotherly and fatherly relationship.
-Present Day, 29 year old Dick and 31 year old Barbara?
-Year Zero: 27 year old Bruce Wayne returns to Gotham (GCPD, The Roman)
-Year One: A Dark Knight in Gotham (The Roman, The Families, Catwoman)
-Year Two: The Caped Crusader (The Penguin, Catwoman, Calendar Man)
-Year Three: A Joker in a Knight's Court (Joker, Riddler, Scarface)
-Year Four: Fright Knight (Scarecrow, Mr. Freeze, Man-Bat)
-Year Five: Robin Rises (Two-Face, Deadshot, Firefly)
-Year Six: The Dynamic Duo (Mad Hatter, White Rabbit, Hugo Strange)
-Year Seven: Batgirl Begins (Poison Ivy, Killer Croc, Clayface)
-Year Eight: The Bat Family
-Year Nine: The Demon's Head (The League of Assassins)
-Year Ten: The Killing Joke (Joker, Harley Quinn, Punch, Judy)
-Year Eleven: Close Encounters of the Reach Kind (The Reach)
-Year Twelve: A Death in the Family (Joker, Harley Quinn)
-Year Thirteen: A Knight One Shade Darker (Bane, The Court of Owls)
-Year Fourteen: Knightfall (Bane, Hugo Strange, Azrael)
-Year Fifteen: A Knight in Blüdhaven
-Year Sixteen: Masks and Shadows (Black Mask, Talia al Ghul)
-Year Seventeen:
-Year Eighteen: Who's Afraid of the Big Black Bat? (Scarecrow, Hush, Joker)
-Year Nineteen: Silent Knight (Hush, Joker)
-Year Twenty: The Death of Bruce Wayne
-Year Twenty One: Present // Bright Knight
During the encounter with the Reach, Bruce began to develop a heart murmur, which would ultimately result in his death. Despite years of treatment, the continued strain on his body as Batman eventually caused Bruce to go into cardiac arrest during one final confrontation with the Joker. To prevent the death of his childhood friend, turned supervillain, Thomas Elliot aka Hush, Bruce ended up leaving the Joker completely paralyzed and comatose before collapsing due to cardiac arrest.
Joker - Comatose
Harley Quinn - Incarcerated
Two-Face - At Large
Hush - At Large
Bruce - Dead
Selina - Gone?
Alfred - Dead
Dick - Active
Barbara - Active
Jason - Presumed Dead?
Tim - AWOL
Stephanie - Active
Cassandra - Unknown
Duke - Unknown
Harper - Unknown
Damian - Unknown
Dr. Harleen 'Harley' Quinn Zellweger
-Start with Alfred's funeral
-Jim in the hospital, stage four lung cancer
-Barbara Kean, incarcerated? James Jr. at large? The case that got away
-Barbara Jr in highschool was the outcast, Goth computer whiz whose fascination with crime and ultimately the Batman was brought on from an early age due to her family history.
-Harleen approximately 29-33 when Joker abducted her and attacked the 20 year old Barbara. Dick at the time was 18, and had been Robin for about five years. Barbara's attack leading to a falling out between him and Bruce.
-Puts Bruce approximately 32-35, saying he started his crusade about 25-27 and had already close to a decade behind the cowl. Makes Bruce just about fifteen years older than Dick, towing the line between a brotherly and fatherly relationship.
-Present Day, 29 year old Dick and 31 year old Barbara?
-Year Zero: 27 year old Bruce Wayne returns to Gotham (GCPD, The Roman)
-Year One: A Dark Knight in Gotham (The Roman, The Families, Catwoman)
-Year Two: The Caped Crusader (The Penguin, Catwoman, Calendar Man)
-Year Three: A Joker in a Knight's Court (Joker, Riddler, Scarface)
-Year Four: Fright Knight (Scarecrow, Mr. Freeze, Man-Bat)
-Year Five: Robin Rises (Two-Face, Deadshot, Firefly)
-Year Six: The Dynamic Duo (Mad Hatter, White Rabbit, Hugo Strange)
-Year Seven: Batgirl Begins (Poison Ivy, Killer Croc, Clayface)
-Year Eight: The Bat Family
-Year Nine: The Demon's Head (The League of Assassins)
-Year Ten: The Killing Joke (Joker, Harley Quinn, Punch, Judy)
-Year Eleven: Close Encounters of the Reach Kind (The Reach)
-Year Twelve: A Death in the Family (Joker, Harley Quinn)
-Year Thirteen: A Knight One Shade Darker (Bane, The Court of Owls)
-Year Fourteen: Knightfall (Bane, Hugo Strange, Azrael)
-Year Fifteen: A Knight in Blüdhaven
-Year Sixteen: Masks and Shadows (Black Mask, Talia al Ghul)
-Year Seventeen:
-Year Eighteen: Who's Afraid of the Big Black Bat? (Scarecrow, Hush, Joker)
-Year Nineteen: Silent Knight (Hush, Joker)
-Year Twenty: The Death of Bruce Wayne
-Year Twenty One: Present // Bright Knight
During the encounter with the Reach, Bruce began to develop a heart murmur, which would ultimately result in his death. Despite years of treatment, the continued strain on his body as Batman eventually caused Bruce to go into cardiac arrest during one final confrontation with the Joker. To prevent the death of his childhood friend, turned supervillain, Thomas Elliot aka Hush, Bruce ended up leaving the Joker completely paralyzed and comatose before collapsing due to cardiac arrest.
Joker - Comatose
Harley Quinn - Incarcerated
Two-Face - At Large
Hush - At Large
Bruce - Dead
Selina - Gone?
Alfred - Dead
Dick - Active
Barbara - Active
Jason - Presumed Dead?
Tim - AWOL
Stephanie - Active
Cassandra - Unknown
Duke - Unknown
Harper - Unknown
Damian - Unknown
Dr. Harleen 'Harley' Quinn Zellweger
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Character Sheet Format Created by @Lord Wraith, by using this sheet I am hereby giving credit to Lord Wraith.
Harleen Quinzel, Grad Student living with Junior or Sophomore Barbara Gordon while dating Bruce Wayne and completing her residency at Arkham. Harleen's insight into the Joker catches Bruce's attention, but he begins to ultimately care for her.
However, the ever watchful eyes of the Joker notes the change in both Harleen and the Bat and realizes the connection. Wanting to make Harleen his Harley Quinn, Joker begins to play his charms, eventually breaking out of Arkham, shooting Barbara and abducting Harleen before breaking her and creating his own twisted sidekick.
However, the ever watchful eyes of the Joker notes the change in both Harleen and the Bat and realizes the connection. Wanting to make Harleen his Harley Quinn, Joker begins to play his charms, eventually breaking out of Arkham, shooting Barbara and abducting Harleen before breaking her and creating his own twisted sidekick.
A box sat on the step, meticulously wrapped just like it was every year. Pristine, glistening black wrapping paper was layered over the box, tied tightly with a silk, burgundy bow. The tag moved about erratically in a sudden gust of wind as storm clouds threatened to blot out the moonlight that cut through the dimly lit streets of Blüdhaven.
He left it every year on this day.
He left it every year on this day.
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Brief History: 'A synopsis of your character's life, focusing on major moments'
Non-Negotiables: 'How your character integrates into the RP and factors that are required from your CS to make them work. IE, "I need this villain to further a plot" or "Having X legacy character undermines the current themes I'm building on. So GMs shouldn't be entertaining applications for them."'
Notable Differences from Canon: 'Any notable differences you want to expand on or highlight'
Plots & Interactions: 'How you plan to move forward with this character and how you want them to be part of the greater RP'
Superman:
-Playing the paragon, truth, justice and dignity for all. Superman needs to be written in ways that challenge and test his humanity and humility. His power set is broad and scaled to take on some of the biggest bads in comics, though in a reinvention, this could be tweaked. Ideally, a Zero Year Superman, still learning the limits of his abilities. Something like a middle ground between Smallville and Earth One. Young, naive and idealistic, Smallville' comes to the big city of Metropolis and realizes the harshness of the world and how much of a difference he could make.
Cons: Writing Superman often requires big threats that would be world-ending for other heroes. Superman has a couple of connected legacies that are pretty popular, and I wouldn't want around.
Space Pirates & Swashbuckling Nightcrawler (Guardians Concept? Nightcrawler, Starfire, Rocket, Groot, Adam Strange/Peter Quill? Kitty as Captain?)
Fun with Dick and Babs
Cap/Bucky
Jason Todd and Rose Wilson: The Enemy of my Enemy is my Ex-Boyfriend
-Playing the paragon, truth, justice and dignity for all. Superman needs to be written in ways that challenge and test his humanity and humility. His power set is broad and scaled to take on some of the biggest bads in comics, though in a reinvention, this could be tweaked. Ideally, a Zero Year Superman, still learning the limits of his abilities. Something like a middle ground between Smallville and Earth One. Young, naive and idealistic, Smallville' comes to the big city of Metropolis and realizes the harshness of the world and how much of a difference he could make.
Cons: Writing Superman often requires big threats that would be world-ending for other heroes. Superman has a couple of connected legacies that are pretty popular, and I wouldn't want around.
Space Pirates & Swashbuckling Nightcrawler (Guardians Concept? Nightcrawler, Starfire, Rocket, Groot, Adam Strange/Peter Quill? Kitty as Captain?)
Fun with Dick and Babs
Cap/Bucky
Jason Todd and Rose Wilson: The Enemy of my Enemy is my Ex-Boyfriend
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