Wayne Manor has finally been rebuilt, from the foundation up, and refurnished. It's like stepping back into the same house, in quite a lot of ways. The same furniture, the same wallpaper. But photographs are missing from the walls, and many of the rarer books from the library have yet to be replaced ( Read more... )

Fall is in full swing in Gotham. The leaves on the trees in the parks and lining the sidewalks have started to change colour, and early risers are unfortunate enough to find frost on bus stop benches. But the ice is always gone before lunchtime, and by early afternoon, the temperature is even high enough that the jackets necessary in the morning ( Read more... )

 Thugs were surprisingly easy to take out but they seemed to have a really quick re-spawn time! She beat up a couple of hoods trying to steal a car and three more popped up to rob a little old lady. Misfit wondered if being a Super Hero was supposed to be like playing whack-a-mole. Luckily she has always been Super Special Awesome with a mallet. ( Read more... )

Things have been 'quiet' at the GCPD. There's still the normal buzz of a city horribly infested with crime, but with Gigante's death there was still a vacuum of power that no one had stepped up to take control ( Read more... )

In the early afternoon, the clown has been wide awake for many long hours. Wide awake, sitting on the floor, and fussing with the pretty pink mittens Dr. McCoy gave him. Today is a therapy day. Maybe he can get them to take the damn mitten things. Not likely, though. He doesn't even know who his therapy session will be with. It varies. Sometimes it ( Read more... )

In Gotham, weird is relative. In comparison to the bat-themed vigilante, the scarred murder-clowns and their fangirls, the mind-control otakin, the C.H.U.D.s, et cetera, seeing one of the richest men in the world hanging out at the local cafe/bookstore, drinking a latte and coping notes out of a book on... is that Chinese herbal medicine...? is ( Read more... )

Normally, Dib will spend his lunch break reading a homework assignment or debating mainlining caffeine into his veins. Today, he's come down to the maximum security hall way.

He promised to visit and he brought a orange juice. And he also timed it to be before evening medications, so everyone should be awake.

Hello everybody!

It's long after lights out when Simon's slight snores stop, with an abrupt indrawn breath. The only light in the hall is the red exit sign, picking out details in rich crimson, leaving everything else in deep dark shadow ( Read more... )

The hall seems to have been substantially quieter since the attack, and the session after. Now, this isn't precisely worrying, not with a third of the inmates having escaped, but it is noticeable. Notable even. Mostly, Eddie's gone quiet. You'd think the one inmate who chose what might be called the winning side of the confrontation would have ( Read more... )

After escaping Arkham's most recent attempt to drive him to an early grave, Dib really isn't up for socializing. Because he wants to have his nervous break down in piece and quiet.

But he can't. Because he doesn't even leave Arkham before the riot story hits national news, and he's got 4 messages from Gaz in ascending order of panic. So he must ( Read more... )