Princess Of Gotham

I mean, there are a lot of people saying they want to help (including me). We can totally start it with a little organization

I'm just saying

there should be an AmRev webtoon

Jajaj, the funny thing is that I even organized everything and I haven't even published anything

Masterlist of Stories in this blog

Princess of Gotham

Terrors of Gotham

Betrayal in the Shadows

Batman spoilers

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BRUCE WAYNE IS BATMAN???????!!!!!!!???!!!??!!!!?!

Princess of Gotham

Chapter 8: Warriors Society

Slade Wilson, the man to blame for my death and in some part for my adoption. That man has had something against me since I was a child. If it hadn't been for Jason, I wouldn't be telling my story today.

Finding Slade meant the end of all the problems for the team and the Teen Titans. It meant one less problem for the Wayne brothers. And it meant one less problem for me.

It was an attack on a neighborhood where Oscar Hart's offices have supposedly located that set off Scorpion's alarms. According to his report, he had already been seen in nearby areas, but no one reported it.

For obvious reasons my initial plan was not to meet him, my mind went blank as soon as I was given all the information. We needed to act fast.

"Let's call Sound-Roud and Callan. They might be more useful than we thought." Jared suggested as he stopped on a rooftop near the warehouse we called our base.

"We need the whole team," I stated, "We won't stand a chance if there are only a few of us."

We had already come a long way from where we were standing watch to that rooftop on the outskirts of the city. As soon as Oswald finished telling us everything, I grabbed him by the wrist and we started running towards our base. I didn't even tell Jason where we were going, I would text him later. And after all that running and jumping across the roofs of buildings, we needed a little rest.

"We should call Jim to start tracking his activities, we don't want him to run away again. We don't want him tracking us either," James said, stroking a crow that had perched on his arm, "If anything happens to us they'll send the police and I'm sure Batman will realize we haven't followed his orders."

Olive contacted me, saying she would catch up with us at the base.

I needed emotional support. My mind was in chaos. On one hand, I was listening to what my teammates were saying, on the other I was trying to come up with some plan that didn't involve putting my teammates at risk. And on the other hand, I was thinking about what would happen if for some reason I ran into Oscar Hart, it had been a long time since I had met him, and the last time he threatened me, saying that if we met again, he would make sure to kill me.

"... I say we call Superboy," I heard Oswald say as he got into position to fire one of his arrows.

A few meters ahead we went down to the street to access our base. That semi-abandoned building that Bruce Wayne had remodeled for us. Previously they were apartments but as the area was very far from downtown, no one wanted to buy and decided to close them. Each floor had a different function, from training, tracking, and nursing, although we still had to finish the room's section.

We entered through the back door so we could take the elevator to one of the central computers and check if Scorpion's information was correct.

As we entered we could see Jim Bullock asleep in the chair in front of the computer. He was our best source of information, as his father worked as part of the Gotham police team, so we could know what was going on in the city without the need to spend hours trying to hack into the police computers (as if that was too difficult).

"Jim, wake up. We need information." I said, taking one of the books I had on the table and throwing it at him, once we were in front of the computer.

"Tell Callan. Let me sleep." He replied half asleep, still holding a cup of coffee in his hand. And from what was on the screen, you could tell he was checking the Metropolis security cameras and playing minehunter.

"I don't think you're going to be sleeping here unless you get settled in between the couches," James said, starting to close unnecessary windows on the main screen.

"That was my original plan," Jim replied, rubbing his eyes to shake off the sleep.

"Right now I don't really care if they sleep here, on the street, or in a dumpster. I care about knowing the exact location of Slade Wilson," I said, a little desperately, as it seemed that no one was aware of what it meant to know his whereabouts.

The noise of the elevator made us all turn to see who had gone up.

"I must admit that when I read your message I didn't believe it," Said the girl who was entering the room.

Curly hair, brown, medium complexion. She was wearing her costume and was accompanied by a gray wolf. Callan Morgasson had grown up in a forest, far from civilization, overprotected by her father. I met her soon after I "revived", admitting that she had accidentally killed her father. I offered her a place to stay momentarily. She refused, but she had already secured a room at the base.

That wolf that accompanied her day and night was a spiritual manifestation, guilty of the death of Callan's father, by her own orders. As adorable as he seemed to us, we knew he could tear our legs off because we had already seen him do it.

"Well, you better believe it," Assana told him, making room for him to see the screens as well.

"Are you ready to see your father?" she asked me, watching me play with the shadow in my hands.

"No."

Princess of Gotham

Chapter 4: Batcave

Afternoon, the entire family and our guests found ourselves in the "basement" of Wayne Manor, surrounded by computers, tracking devices, and transportation, among other things.

At that time, Olive and I were beginning hand-to-hand combat training, with Jason and Dick evaluating us and the rest just watching. Our parents had forbidden us to use powers for this short training, Olive would obviously follow her father's orders while for me that order went in one ear and out the other.

"Olive, I don't want you to kill your cousin, Jane, I don't want you to kill all of us. " Jason said, to which I looked at him with an offended expression, as we moved into attack position and, unnoticed, I pulled out one of my shadows.

Because yes, we both had powers, a special ability. Olive, had incredible agility, strength, and reflexes, plus she could heal her wounds quickly. But she could also make someone seriously ill or in great pain, giving her a clear advantage. What between us we called Pandora's box.

Whereas I had something like a metagene. This gene allowed me to control beings made of black smoke and shadow, which I could make tangible or intangible at my own convenience. I call it umbra-telekinesis, and that mass, my shadows.

"Go ahead, I give you permission to strike the first blow," Olive said to me, already in position, not expecting me to attack faster than she expected, grazing her right cheek with my left fist.

We spent the next 15 minutes like that, throwing and dodging blows, doing acrobatics to avoid the punch. Or at least it was like that until I held his hand with my shadow to avoid hitting him in the stomach. At that moment Jason interrupted and ended the training.

"Time! We said "no powers" What part of that you didn't understand?" Jason claimed.

"Sorry, but I wanna live," I told him, walking towards the small table where we had towels to dry our sweat.

"At least they lasted 3 minutes longer than last time." He said as he got into a position to fight Grayson.

"Was that it, or did you already want to hit my father?" Olive asked, as she sat down on the floor and got a bottle of water.

"He already wanted to hit Dick," I told her, sitting down next to her and then letting out a small laugh when we heard Dick complaining about the first blow he received.

"Rest awhile, I want to train with you," Assana said to me, placing her hand on my shoulder.

"You promise not to get angry if I win," I told her, and then I received a punch. "Ouch!"

Assana sat down next to us so she could watch the first Robins and learn some extra moves.

Assana had been trained by a much more extremist society than the League of Assassins. We had a lot of trouble talking to each other again. Our obsession with power corrupted us and drove us apart. Still, in every fight, she always beat me. I could never defeat her. Her teleportation made it even worse.

Olive on the other hand, though fast, could be knocked out in a matter of seconds, which is why Assana, Callan, and I had volunteered to train her for a few extra hours. Her brute strength had once sent me flying into the wall. Since then, when I know she is about to hit me, I try to stop her.

I, for my part, wanted to become someone who was feared by all the villains of this and other cities, I wanted my father not to worry about me whenever we went out to patrol the streets, I wanted to make Bruce proud of me, I wanted to show Oscar Hart that I was no longer the scared and helpless little girl he left in front of an orphanage. But for that I still needed time, training, winning, and losing a lot.

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Terrors of Gotham

Chapter 2: Pretend and Wait

The Wayne Manor was distinguished from others in Bristol for being the biggest and most luxurious of all, the enormous steel doors, the wide gardens, the garage with dozens of cars, the floral bushes, and the occasional motorcycles were characteristic marks.

Upon entering the mansion, the first to greet me as always was Alfred, although on this occasion his face denoted confusion, and looking me over from head to toe he told me to go upstairs to my room to change if I wanted to have dinner with the rest of the family.

On my way upstairs, exchanging my visor for my glasses, I couldn't help overhearing parts of the conversation in the library and resisting my curiosity, I went straight to my door.

As usual, my room was dark, curtains closed and my mess was on the floor. I turned on the lights and with the help of another switch adjusted their intensity. From the piles of clothes on the floor I grabbed a baggy, closed sweatshirt and jeans. The shadow got rid of the coat, boots, and gloves. Before I went into the bathroom to take a shower and change clothes, my phone rang from somewhere between my desk and my bed. I ignored it, I didn't have the energy to argue with someone on the phone.

I needed to organize all the thoughts in my mind, to start distributing my time among the most important tasks. Organize the three missions leaving available the team that would be dedicated to infiltrating LexCorp, look for a distraction for Angie, and see if I could escape to the forest for half an hour. On top of that, I had to talk to Roy Harper, and ask him to lend me an island.

The mere thought that in the long run, I would have to throw away years of friendship made me sick, I tried to think about it as little as possible, but my mind always betrayed me. At one point I didn't know if what was running down my face was water droplets from the shower or tears.

The idea was to simply take a lukewarm shower, no longer than 15 minutes. However, I was so stressed that the water came out almost boiling and I was under the stream of water for almost an hour, and it would have lasted longer if it wasn't for that person screaming and almost knocking on the door of my room to the floor.

"Pasley, dinner is ready," I couldn't quite identify whose voice it was, but I thanked him for silencing my mind, even for a few seconds.

I didn't answer, I didn't expect him to have been waiting for one either.

When I entered the dining room, it was already full. Grayson, Drake, the two Wayne's, to no one's surprise, Arthur Johnes, my father, and my brother, sitting in their respective chairs. Alfred had already served everything and some were even beginning to serve themselves and eat.

"You're early." And my plans to go unnoticed were ruined at that moment. Bruce looked up from his plate and turned to look at me, Jay mimicked his action.

"The meeting," I said to see if the girl sitting across from me noticed the intentions behind my tone of voice, "took less time than expected due to the, at least to me, surprising absence of everyone. And I didn't feel the need to stay on patrol," Angie and Arthur were still engrossed in their world, talking to each other almost in whispers, as if they knew everyone at that table could read lips, pretending it was just them alone in that room.

"I'm glad you're all here, how about a training session?" asked Dick, not noticing or ignoring the tense atmosphere between me, my cousin, and what I thought was my boyfriend.

"Sorry dad, we have classes tomorrow," Angie replied, taking a bite of food.

"They gave us a day," James contradicted.

"Hm, then I forgot."

The rest of the dinner was harmonized by the Wayne brothers and their harmless bickering and complaining towards Batman. As soon as everyone was satisfied they began to retire one by one to different rooms in the mansion.

Angie and Arthur sat for a while in the dining room, still talking about their things and pretending that neither my brother nor I were there. It was strange, they had never behaved that way before, in all those years I knew them they had never behaved so irresponsibly.

"If you'll excuse me, I have to talk to Drake," I reported before getting up from the table and leaving the dining room.

Any stranger would get lost in the hallway. If my memory served me correctly, which often failed me, I also got lost in so many rooms. Nowadays I knew every hallway like the back of my hand, which made tasks like that easier.

"Tim, can you help me with something?" I said, knocking on the door. I waited for an answer, probably a no, but what I got was the sound of something banging against the door, the floor, and some of the furniture, so that finally someone opened the door.

"Hi, I'm sorry, I was organizing some things and by accident, I knocked everything over. Come in, come in, sorry for the mess," he said quickly, letting me into his personal sanctuary.

"I'm the one who's sorry, this isn't even important it can wait," I said, starting to turn around to leave.

"What do you say we talk about it tomorrow?" he asked scratching the back of his head, his room wasn't really a mess, if we didn't count the clothes on the floor, the pile of wires on his bed, and desk.

"That's fine with me," I told him, once I left his room.

Sleeping with so much on my mind was almost impossible. That's why as soon as my cell phone started to ring, still in my clothes, I deigned to look for it, not in such a hurry because I knew that if it was urgent they would leave a message or communicate directly through Oracle's systems.

To my surprise, it was only Cheis, asking me if I had time to go for a walk in Row Park, walks that I was grateful for and that meant more than just that. Escaping from the mansion at night, when the security systems were activated, was much more difficult than entering, but the shadow was of some use.

Walking the streets of Gotham again, more aware than a few hours ago, made everything feel more real. My problems, my life, everything.

The streets on the East Side were horrendous, the floor was sticky, the air felt humid, maybe it was just my imagination. I had spent my entire childhood going back and forth from alley to alley, stealing from anything that moved and in all those years I had never complained about the environment, surely I had become weaker after living so long in the mansion, surrounded by luxuries with always clean floors and food on the table.

As I turned right at one of the corners, I could finally see the face of my companion, who by the trash on the floor I could tell had started the fun without me.

"You are late," they said, without even turning to look at me.

"Too early, too late, why nowadays people don't settle for anything?" I asked, taking the cigarette and puffing on it.

"Do you want to get philosophical with me or do you want another dose of the toxin?" asked Cheis, rummaging through his suit pockets.

"The last thing I want right now is to think."

Terrors of Gotham

Chapter 1: The Warehouse

The south side of Gotham, where crime and international business came together. Plus the proximity to Black Gate meant that many people avoided living near the ports and let hero groups, like this one, settle in and keep a close eye on the arms trade.

The Warriors Society held its meetings on Mondays, Thursdays, Saturdays, and Sundays. On Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Fridays it was patrolling in the other sectors of the city and from the afternoons the teams were organized to keep everything in order and avoid intervening in Batman's affairs.

That day, Thursday, only 8 members of the then almost 20 were around the main table, with Jim directing the business to be transacted.

"I'd call the roll, but I'm too lazy," he said, tossing the sheets containing our names to the floor, "Next week is Casper's birthday, we'd give him the day off but...

"...But I have nothing to do that day, so, patrolling with my brothers?" interrupted Lightningale, trying to talk at average speed and not like he always talked to Mike or the League speedsters.

"We've got Bruce Wayne's granddaughter, and we're not even going to buy her a cake?" Jim asked after he pulled a paper clip out of one of the table drawers and threw it in my face, as a sign for me to settle my feet on the ground, although this time I was paying attention and the shadow stopped the small metal object and absorbed it.

"Thanks for ruining my plans, Bullock," I said, throwing the paper clip back at him.

Actually, it had all occurred to me in those few seconds. I had completely forgotten the date of that day. And with Casper's birthday came Jason's birthday. That month was all about spending money on gifts.

And with it came asking Grandpa for money, which was funny but I didn't like doing it. In the future, I would ask him to get me into his company in some small job to make good money.

"I'm sorry, now... I have three missions, one in Star City, one in Qurac, and one last one here," Jim continued, tossing the three folders on the table, a quick inspection of the table and starting to rule out options for the mission in Qurac.

Oswald, Casper, James, Henry, Sam, Alice, Jim and me. Bullock didn't like or find the missions in the field intriguing, preferring to stay behind the screen coordinating the missions. Henry was out of the question, he would probably be better off at Star, and with Oswald, who knew the city well and could keep him in his sights. Casper, James, Angie, and I, plus everyone who was missing, minus the team that was going to Lexcorp.

"I'm sure Arthur will ask for Qurac, and with him will obviously go Alice," Alice commented in front of me, playing with a stream of air in her hands.

"How are you so sure about that?" asked Sam, who for some time now has been even more attached to me and a thousand times more alert than before, maybe I should follow her example.

"Isn't it obvious?" asked Alice, leaving the little clean air in the area alone, making the papers on the floor fly around us, "Those two have something, and I'm sure they like each other.

The reaction of more than one was the same, turning to look at me with intrigue. By way of distraction and to avoid yelling at my friend I decided to pull out some of the shade and play as she was doing a few moments before.

"As long as the little romance doesn't interfere with our affairs," I said, answering the silent questions of my companions.

And with that Angie, Arthur and Alice were ruled out of the mission to the Qurac. The situation was only getting more stressful as time went on. I had to think things through clearly, look at things from every possible angle, and analyze the results.

"I suggest that Jane and the 3 warriors talk it over calmly and give me the members of each team for the next meeting, where I hope we will all be there," said Jim, probably noticing how overwhelmed I was by all of this.

The Warriors Society was a very large group, so from the beginning, it was divided into 4 teams, with a leader each called a Warrior. James, Oswald, and Sam were all capable enough to control their team on patrols and simple missions, but with new developments, it had become common to start breaking these teams up.

The meeting was adjourned as soon as the sun went down, shortly after Alice reminded us that the courtyard was no longer an available place for training.

We all got up with masks, visors, face shields, or weapons in hand and slowly made our way out the front door, some on foot and others on one of the motorcycles. For my part, I stood near one of the computer screens, pressing a couple of keys, a new window opened, showing the location of the rest of my colleagues who did not show up that day.

I quickly passed that information to the visor and left the warehouse, closing the door behind me. The harbor at that time of night seemed a quiet place. The sound of the water lapping against the boats could lull anyone to sleep. I walked slowly through the alleys until I came out onto one of the busy streets near the Fashion District.

Arriving at Wayne Manor this early in the night wasn't an idea I was too fond of, especially knowing who was staying that night, but I had nothing else to do, and postponing a problem wouldn't make it go away.

Walking slowly to the train tracks, watching the night sky for a moment I thought about what it would be like to disappear, to fake my death, and make everything I worked for these past few years go to waste. When I least noticed, I was already crossing the Robert Kane Bridge, from Gotham to Bristol. I had crossed almost the entire city in the blink of an eye. Before I knew it, the cape of the suit had transformed into a long coat, I was grateful for it, but I hoped no one had seen me do that.

If James decided to end his patrol early, we could get down to discussing the missions and who knows, ask Tim, who was also leading a team of heroes, for some advice.

DOODLES FROM DISCORD sunflowers - positivity, strength, admiration, loyalty, unending luck

Reblogging this so I can show it later to my mom ._.

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Marcel/Compass *on his first week on the team*: why is there blood everywhere???

Cheis: i may have aggressively poked someone with a knife

Marcel: yoU STABBED SOMEONE

Cheis: no no no, i aggressively poked them with a knife