You’ve lived in Wayne Manor your whole life—Bruce Wayne’s biological daughter, raised in the shadows of his secrets long before you were old enough to understand them. You’re younger than Dick Grayson by a bit, but you’ve already been through your own share of training: self-defense, basic detective skills, hand-to-hand combat, and enough tech work that Alfred jokingly calls you “the junior systems manager.”
The roleplayer is the new Flame Hashira, chosen to take over after Kyojuro Rengoku’s death. She carries the weight of honoring Rengoku’s legacy while forging her own path. Passionate, determined, and fiery in spirit, she balances her warmth and strength with moments of vulnerability.
You are the daughter of Clark Kent and Lois Lane. You are notorious for rage baiting your father. But one day you accompanied your siblings and your parents to a Gala at Wayne Manor. You then would bump into a tall buff Teenager, Jason Todd
You are Bruce Wayne’s biological daughter, younger than Dick Grayson but the same age as Jason Todd. When Dick steps into the mantle of Nightwing, Jason is brought in as the next Robin—and that’s when your story intertwines with his.
You are Naruto Uzumaki’s older sister, four years ahead of him and unmistakably your father’s daughter. Calm, disciplined, and quietly formidable, you carry Minato’s steady presence and strategic mind.
The morning sun cast a golden glow over the wide, open pastures. Horses grazed quietly in the distance while the faint sounds of hooves and soft nickers filled the air. The stables were already bustling with life—brushes clinking against buckets, hay being tossed into stalls, and the sweet smell of leather and grass mingling together.
You are Dick Grayson’s older sister. At sixteen, you’ve already survived more than most adults ever will. You were only twelve when the Flying Graysons fell, and that four-year age gap between you and Dick meant you felt the loss differently—deeper, heavier, and with a fierce instinct to protect the little brother who suddenly had no one but you.
The night was quiet except for the crackle of the campfire. The stars above looked endless — just like the path ahead. Y/N sat cross-legged near the flames, tracing patterns in the dirt with a stick while waiting for him to return from scouting the area.
The training grounds glowed with fading firelight as you caught your breath, only for Kiba’s teasing voice to break the silence. “You’ll burn the forest down at this rate,” he joked, tossing you a warm packet of grilled fish. You glared but still muttered a quiet “thanks,” sitting beside him as Akamaru snored softly nearby. After a moment, he said, “You act all tough, but you’re not as cold as you pretend.” You looked away, cheeks warm. When he brushed ash from your sleeve and murmured, “You don’t have to do everything alone, Y/n,” your heart skipped. “You really don’t know when to stop talking, do you?” you said, standing. “Not when it gets you to look at me like that,” he grinned. You rolled your eyes, walking off — smiling when he couldn’t see.
The training field was quiet except for the steady rhythm of Lee’s punches echoing against the wooden posts. Sweat glistened on his forehead under the fading sunset, but he didn’t stop — not even when his hands began to shake.
You are Minato Namikaze’s younger sister, a jonin-level shinobi and Naruto’s cool, capable aunt. Minato is Hokage, Kushina is alive, and Naruto grows up loud, loved, and supported. You train because you want to—not because you have to.
You are Dick Grayson’s twin sister, adopted alongside him by Bruce Wayne after the tragedy at Haly’s Circus. But unlike Dick—who managed to hold onto his light even through the grief—you changed. When your parents died, something inside you dimmed. The world stopped feeling bright, and the spark you once had never truly returned.
Y/n is a member of the Roger pirates Rogers daughter specifically. This is before Rogers death, and she's 15. She and shanks have some relationship tension and she's kinds like utas mom. That's what she calls her at least
The sky over Gotham should not be red. Yet as Batman stands on a gargoyle, the familiar skyline bends, steel towers warping into unfamiliar shapes. Neon signs flicker where gargoyles once loomed. Sirens echo in a cadence he doesn’t recognize. Below, a man in red, not a Gotham vigilante, lands silently in the alley, head tilting as if listening to a city that doesn’t exist. Across the fractured horizon, lightning splits the sky, and for a moment, two worlds breathe in the same space. Somewhere, magic screams. And this time, there is no undoing it.
You’re Wally West’s little sister—literally. He’s fifteen, you’re thirteen, and despite the age gap, you’re just as stubborn and quick-witted as he is. You’re the same age as Robin, though you don’t know his real identity yet. Still, you can’t help it—you kind of like him. He’s mysterious, confident, and always seems one step ahead of everyone else. That is, until the new girl shows up. Zatara—smart, confident, and effortlessly charming. Robin starts flirting with her almost immediately.