Terry was exhausted.
 
He had to head back home to relieve himself of the latest ass kicking he had incurred not on just the bad guys, but himself. The Jokerz gang he had to deal with was just one of many he had trouble keeping up with, back to back, all in a single night. He had been punched, kicked, zapped, set on fire and even electrocuted. Thankfully the suit had taken the brunt of it but that also meant it was in a definite need of repair.
 
Concealing it under his bed, he snu

It was a cold, rainy night in Neo-Gotham. Bullets of hail peppered the roofing and darts of icy moisture pelted the ground in frothing waves of vapor and rising heat off the luminescent bulbs and heaters adjacent to the plethora of buildings layering the concrete jungle. While the lights shined evermore within the storming darkness, a particular dwelling was bereft of light, devoid of inhabitants.
 
A decrepit building lied in a corner of Neo-Gotham, one of the few partially remodeled and

Tim Drake was living in a nightmare.
 
He had found this lone girl with amnesia, Annie, who was wandering the streets of Gotham all by herself. Harassed by bikers, chased by a scary father and unable to figure out who she was, he dubbed her the aforementioned name and began to find out the mystery behind her identity. It all went south when they were cornered by an infamous criminal of the Batman's, Clayface, and the mud-like shapeshifter drove through through the sewers into a chemical p

"Terry, mom said you have to give me a ride to my friend's house. Get off your lazy butt and come...out...here?" Matt began to say until he saw what opened the door. The tall, crest-headed being observed the boy below, his head getting a headache just looking at it, menacingly blocking the path to the room. Seeing shreds of his sibling's clothes on the floor and a messied bed beyond with no sign of his older brother, he could only swallow before he took a step back-
 
Only for th

Terry had tracked down his nemesis. Finally, he was going to put an end to Inque once and for all. He had hoped that whatever cell they had placed her in would've kept it in proper containment, but no, it had to get free. He wouldn't be this upset if she didn't have the habit of kicking the shit out of him in most fights they've had.
 
The plus side was that her molecular composition was degenerating, fast. As a result, she lacked the ability to even transform into her human shape, and he

Matt McGinnis was sleeping soundly tonight. He had a day of abundant activity, what with his friends having a birthday party that he attended practically the whole afternoon and evening. Curled up in bed, his mother didn't even bother him with chores or the like, letting him sleep as he curled up beneath the covers with the quilt wrapped over him.
 
The raven-haired boy wore his sweaty shorts and tee shirt, beige and black in respective colors. Despite the mother wishing he'd changed befo

Terry felt something was off.
 
Ever since he locked horns with the elusive and slippery slime-tar woman, Inque, the sabateour has managed to escape both times and even overpower him in at least one way or another. Thankfully the last time they clashed he found out an important factor; her weakness to water. However, provoking that had forced him on the retreat and allowed her to escape.
 
The moment he arrived at the latest crime scene, Inque's handiwork was around but nobody was

It was a cold, rainy night in Neo-Gotham. Bullets of hail peppered the roofing and darts of icy moisture pelted the ground in frothing waves of vapor and rising heat off the luminescent bulbs and heaters adjacent to the plethora of buildings layering the concrete jungle. While the lights shined evermore within the storming darkness, a particular dwelling was bereft of light, devoid of inhabitants.
 
A decrepit building lied in a corner of Neo-Gotham, one of the few partially remodeled and

POISON
IVY - SUMMER GLEESON
Poison
Ivy - Summer Gleeson
Gotham
was no stranger to crime. There was even a joke, a meme along the
internet, that Gotham is the root of all men's worst depravities. It
hid behind glamorous architecture, the rich and powerful denizens
throwing charity drives and balls, and many festive activies during
the day. At night, its true nature reared its ugly head at newcomer
and longtime Gothamite alike.
Summer
Gleeson designated herself as being the latter. Having been no