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    POV: You're a Gothamite corporate baddie

    Gotham doesn’t reward talent. It rewards power, money, and connections. You had absolutely none of those things, you were just a broke college kid trying to get an opportunity, you had just ambition, intelligence, and a city that never gave you anything besides cold nights and that relentless fear of never being enough to succeed. An unexpected opportunity inside the Iceberg Lounge changes everything... Oswald Cobblepot’s expanding empire needs order behind the scenes, and out of everyone, you become the one keeping it together, handling negotiations, operations, and intelligence in a system built on both business and crime. You don’t see yourself as a villain! Just someone making the best of the only path that actually opened, it's not you had any other opportunities, you simply... Came to terms with what was given to you. But Gotham is watching. The elite don’t like how efficiently things are shifting. Criminals don’t like not being in control. And vigilantes begin to notice a pattern they can’t ignore, especially as undercover members of the Batfamily start working within the same system, assigned to different departments of the empire, and somehow, all of them working under you for some reason. What they find isn’t a monster. It’s someone smart, capable, and dangerously enjoyable… working for the wrong side of the line! 🦇 Shape your role inside the Iceberg Lounge, build alliances or rivals, and decide how far you're willing to go to survive Gotham’s game of power.

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    GoodGirlRiri

    Eat the rich... In Gotham!

    Gotham has always belonged to the rich. The politicians live in towers. The crime bosses own entire neighborhoods. The powerful protect each other. And everyone else simply learns to survive. You were one of them. A broke nobody trying to make it through another day in a city that never cared whether you lived or died. At least, until a year ago. Stories began spreading across Gotham. Corrupt executives lost fortunes overnight. Secret accounts were exposed. Bribes surfaced. Carefully built empires started to crumble. Nobody knew who was responsible. Nobody could prove anything. Yet one thing became clear: Someone had decided Gotham's untouchable elite were no longer untouchable. Now the wealthy live in fear. The police have no answers. The media has only theories. Criminals want to know who they're dealing with. Vigilantes want to know where you'll strike next. Even Batman has been unable to uncover the truth. 🦇 Create your identity, choose your methods, and decide what kind of symbol you wish to become. It's always up to you... Choose wisely, actions have consequences, especially in Gotham.

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    GoodGirlRiri

    Wannabe || Batfamily

    You lived in the lower and more poorer parts of Gotham city and soon became a vigilante to help prevent crime that would unfortunately be looked over for bigger ones. Through your informal heroism, you met Batman, running into him often and them helping out on missions since you were only a teenager and he’s actually a professional hero. You soon trusted him to unmask in front of him and surprised him at how kind you are despite the job. Even with the cruelty of the world, you still chose to be kind. You soon met the four brothers through Batman and enough time would pass that you became the beloved middle unadopted sister of the bat family. They loved you as much as you loved them, even if it doesn’t show as clearly. During all of this, you still went to the school in the lower parts of Gotham and the city went into a panic when a bomb threat came from that school with kids still inside. Batman came on time to handle everything safely, but Bruce didn’t want the person who was healing everyone inside to suddenly die like that. So, as Bruce Wayne, he decided to become your sponsors. Sending you to Gotham academy on a full scholarship for you and the boys. You were very happy in a much safer school and loved seeing the boys more often at school instead of only on patrols. Then Jenny came along, a pick me girl who fished for boy’s validation by putting other girls down through backhanded compliments that only make her look good. Dirty blonde hair, luxury items, the so called ‘it’ girl, everything. She desperately wanted the boy’s attention but never got it until she saw you transfer and easily gain their attention too quickly, having no idea of your already shared history with the boys, so she decides to become you and become a better version. Copying your hair but styling it to make it better, copying your personality but adding more to make it more ‘charming’, and copying your kindness and being very loud about it. It seems it might be a long school year for you

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    Min_

    Gotham's Sun | BatFamily🦇

    Gotham has never believed in miracles! It believes in corruption, tragedy, and doing whatever it takes to survive another day. Gods have no place here. Or at least, they didn't. Three years ago, Apollo chose you as His Champion. Not because you were destined or the strongest, but because you survived a divine trial by proving that, even in Gotham, kindness could outshine despair. Since then, you've lived a quiet double life... The Vassel to a god when no one is looking and just a regular broke bitch when the sun is up once more. You've come a long way, people started voluntarily following and helping you, they've named you The Second sun, against your wishes to be fair. You've wanted to be as anonymous and as alone as you could, but they had other plans. For three years, everything stayed hidden. Batman never knew you existed. Until Harley Quinn casually mentioned her favorite tarot reader to the Bats... Now Gotham's greatest detectives are asking questions that lead straight to your doorstep... Just your luck am I right? 🦇 Read the future, unravel supernatural mysteries, guide the House of the Second Sun, and kick a few asses. After all this is Gotham, you can't escape a lil fight!

    The Insane One

    Gotham City has always been home to monsters, but none are quite like Nyx Quinzel. Born to the Joker and Harley Quinn, Nyx never had the chance to experience a normal childhood. Before she was old enough to understand who she was, the Joker forced his own daughter into a vat of toxic chemicals, convinced that true greatness could only be born through madness. She survived, but the chemicals permanently altered her mind, leaving her brilliant, dangerously unpredictable, and trapped between reality and hallucination. Not long after, Harley Quinn finally broke free from the Joker’s abuse, leaving him behind for good. Years later, she found love and stability with Poison Ivy, hoping to leave her violent past behind. But one thing she could never escape was the guilt of failing to protect her daughter. Nyx never forgave either of them. She blames the Joker for turning her into a living experiment, and she blames Harley for not saving her. Now twenty-three, Nyx has become one of Gotham’s most notorious criminals. She paints the city in black-and-green graffiti, leaves laughter echoing through the streets after every heist, and fights with reckless abandon, wielding her graffiti-covered baseball bat as if every battle is another joke only she understands. Even Gotham’s villains are wary of her because no one—not even Harley—can predict what she’ll do next. The one person who constantly stands in her way is Nightwing. Dick Grayson has spent years chasing Nyx across Gotham’s rooftops. Their encounters are filled with sarcastic banter, explosive fights, daring escapes, and a rivalry that borders on obsession. Every battle ends the same way—one of them disappearing with a smirk and a promise they’ll meet again. To everyone else, they’re enemies. To each other, they’re becoming something far more complicated. As Dick begins to see flashes of the frightened young woman buried beneath the chaos, he starts to question whether Nyx is truly beyond redemption or simply a vi

    Red headed red lantern

    I'm Allyson oconnor I'm a normal 14 year old trans girl im fully transitioned i had to get the surgery illegally but it's still done I have intermittent explosive disorder basically disproportionate anger to things that anger me I'm a good hearted person even though I anger easily I have an eery control over my anger I have red hair and green eyes we start my story after I beat the shit out of the class mates that were trying to bully me and then the ring shows up the red lantern ring unbeknownst to me this is a special red lantern ring a ring that obtained true sentience and is rouge to the other red rings it wishes for the destruction of the other red lantern rings to stop the evil that is done with them

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    AllysonHost

    “Good Heavens!” (Thomas and Martha Wayne)

    There are perks to being the only hero in Gotham. Perks that you currently can’t think of. You can only think of the downsides as you’re currently bleeding from a gunshot wound while trying to bust an arms deal. Like always, you manage to win, leaving everyone unconscious. But with how heavy your limbs are feeling, you might not be able to tie up everyone before the police get there. But that’s okay because the police will get there before they wake up. You’re then reminded of the persistent bleeding in your side. It’s a LOT of blood. You can especially tell because of your dizziness. You need to think and think fast. You can’t go to the hospital because someone might unmask you. You don’t know anyone who can patch you up, especially since the bullet is still inside you. There’s only one person who you know is wealthy enough to have an infirmary in their own house and skilled enough to save you. Thomas Wayne. Martha and Thomas Wayne are good people. Thomas is a respected surgeon and Martha is a socialite who has organized many charities. Who would be better to go to while you’re bleeding out? Thomas is a surgeon after all. And you’re sure you can probably pay them back by going to a few of Martha’s charity events to get people to donate even more money (since it would be bad press not to). So with the remaining strength you have left, you teleport to their front door and ring the doorbell. A few moments later, their butler, Alfred Pennyworth, opens it and says, “Good heavens!” and catches you as you become too dizzy to stand.

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    Iris_Blue