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Before we begin, I want to note this is a HEAVY work in progress! I just want to have something out there I can keep working on!
Update: If you propose a Cosmere thing I'll probably say yes hahaha
My name is Lexi, though I used to go by Jennilyn online (hence the name). I've been roleplaying for a large number of years, and writing is one of my greatest passions! My experience goes back a long, long way. I love all kinds of pairing, plots, and skill levels but usually prefer something more long-term. For the record, that long-term applies to both more sex-focused roleplays and plot-focused ones as well.
I'm super nerdy, and love all kinds of nerdy things. This includes, but is not limited to, comic books, video games, anime, manga... you probably get the idea.
I try to be as kind as I can. I figure there is a lot of negativity out there already and I don't want to contribute to it. I've been through a lot and I'm just starting to come out of my shell, but I'm doing my best. I will do my best to treat you with respect and hope I can get the same in return. I'm also trying to shake off a giant layer of rust, so bear with me just a little.
Also, I'm doing my best to make a nice, cohesive request thread but am seriously struggling. So if you have any tips, why don't you DM me? That would be awesome! And feel free to keep checking back frequently, as I'll try to update it whenever I think of something.
I'm fine from romantic, fluffy plots to darker themes! In terms of, like, sexual stuff I range from super vanilla to pretty kinky? I don't want to say super kinky, since I've seen some SUPER kinky people. But I enjoy the whole BDSM, rough sex, kinda stuff. I do usually like building to it though, but it's not a necessity! I enjoy the teasing more, if I'm being honest. The foreplay, the banter... All of it is super yum!
Then, this is where things get complicated! If there's an AWESOME story surrounding all the relationship and character stuff? I'll be SUPER happy and love you forever. If you give me an awesome superhero story with TONS OF PLOT and sex, I'll literally give the RP my all! I am TOTALLY fine with never reaching any smut for a long time. Just like I'm okay with doing it right away. It just depends on the story!
And hey? Have an idea for a pairing or plot I haven't listed here? DM me anyway! Maybe we can work something out!
Supergirl (Kara Zor-El) X Batgirl (Barbara Gordon OR Stephanie Brown)
Supergirl (Kara Zor-El) X Starfire
Supergirl (Kara Zor-El )X Pretty much anyone...
Punchline X Batgirl
Punchline X OC
Barbara Gordon X Stephanie Brown
Punchline X Batgirl (Stephanie Brown Or Barbara Gordon)
Yara Flor X OC
Yara Flor X Someone...?
Cosmere! (NEW!)(full plots coming soon!)
Stormlight Archive
(Assume any time Shallan is mentioned it could also be Veil or Radiant...I got tired of typing it over and over again haha)
OC x OC
Kaladin x Shallan
Kaladin x Veil
Kaladin x Shallan x Adolin
Shallan x almost anyone
Shallan x Vin(Mistborn)
Shallan (and any of her personalities) x Shallan and any of her personalities (mind stuff?)
Veil x Kaladin
Shallan x Steris (Mistborn)
Shallan x Sylphrena
Shallan x Azure
Shallan x Jasnah
Mistborn
Vin x Elend
Vin x Shallan (Stormlight Archive)
OC x OC (Era 1 or 2)
Steris x Vin
Update: If you propose a Cosmere thing I'll probably say yes hahaha
My name is Lexi, though I used to go by Jennilyn online (hence the name). I've been roleplaying for a large number of years, and writing is one of my greatest passions! My experience goes back a long, long way. I love all kinds of pairing, plots, and skill levels but usually prefer something more long-term. For the record, that long-term applies to both more sex-focused roleplays and plot-focused ones as well.
I'm super nerdy, and love all kinds of nerdy things. This includes, but is not limited to, comic books, video games, anime, manga... you probably get the idea.
I try to be as kind as I can. I figure there is a lot of negativity out there already and I don't want to contribute to it. I've been through a lot and I'm just starting to come out of my shell, but I'm doing my best. I will do my best to treat you with respect and hope I can get the same in return. I'm also trying to shake off a giant layer of rust, so bear with me just a little.
Also, I'm doing my best to make a nice, cohesive request thread but am seriously struggling. So if you have any tips, why don't you DM me? That would be awesome! And feel free to keep checking back frequently, as I'll try to update it whenever I think of something.
Also, in case you couldn't tell by the thread title, this thread is dedicated to superhero RP's! I'll make a different thread later on that will be a more... general request.
Writing sample!
Writing sample!
In the aftermath of her outburst, Batgirl was still in shock. She wasn't listening to the GCPD officer, nor was she even thinking about her. She'd all but forgotten her the moment she'd stumbled away having her pseudo panic attack. Panic attack wasn't even the right word, it was something else - but Batgirl wasn't exactly sure what else to call it. Panic was, in fact, the emotion she had felt when she was attacking that thug. Panic, fear... to everyone around the red-haired warrior would have seemed nothing less than furious. Determined. If she was so God damn strong, why did she want to curl up into a ball and start sobbing?
Looking down at her hands, the knuckles of her suit covered in blood, sent her reeling again. She inhaled sharply, but the clammy air was oppressive and soupy. It had the stench of pollution and her poor stomach couldn't handle that. She was sick again, groaning as she wiped at her mouth again, only finally getting the courage to take a look at her surroundings. Stopping as long as she did had been a mistake in the first place. For all she knew there could have been more enemies creeping close by. Instead of worrying about any of that, dealing with the defeated thugs or even trying to make sure the GCPD officer they'd been targetting was okay, she was busy being sick.
Now that heart was breaking a little, as she started to understand exactly what The Joker had taken from her. He'd broken her, in a way she hadn't thought possible. She took deep breaths, despite the slowing of her heart. Her head was pounding, mind racing. She was trying to find a solution; that was what Barbara did. Solve problems. This was no different. Except... she couldn't use logic, not on herself. She'd just nearly beat a clown-faced thug to death for the crime of existing. Okay, that and the crime of attempted murder - but she knew what the prevalent reason for her outburst had beem.
Asking the question to herself also provided the answer. Her back spasmed, she assumed, as a wave of pain went through it. The dull, burning pain she could handle. It was something she was getting used to, and it faded every day. It was only really painful when she pushed herself. If Barbara wasn't so active in her extracurricular activities and lived like a normal person she'd probably be okay. She could have resumed life without a hitch, as every day the pain faded a little more.
Until she started going out again. It would fade still until she returned mostly to full function. But it would go much faster if she rested. If she didn't engage in strenuous physical activity. Too bad if she hadn't that cop would be dead. The waves of pain grew, like a thumping of drums spreading out in sound waves from the area right above her butt, at the base of her spine. She winced, falling to a knee and then forcing herself up because God damn it, Barbara Gordon wasn't weak.
She stumbled as she stood, leaning on the cop's arm, wincing for a second time.
The idea of not being stuck in the damn chair was enough to bring a smile to her lips. She'd come a long way in the two years since The Joker had paralyzed her. She'd been through all the stages of grief and moved on. She'd even found peace with her situation and had kept being useful, even in crime fighting. As Oracle, arguably, she was accomplishing even more. She was able to direct the GCPD to the more minor crimes that weren't urgent, leaving Batman and his team to deal with the real threats. It was good work.
But she was living Barbara's God damn life. She was Batgirl now. She was dating Robin. It was a different Robin and a different Batgirl, but watching them fight together, hearing them be cute over the coms made her want to scream every day. How many times had she considered not sending her out? Or diverting her somewhere useless? These petty, mean thoughts weren't who she was, so she rose above them. That didn't make it any easier, nor reduce the self-loathing that bubbled deep within her chest.
"It won't be easy, Barbara," Bruce stated, hands in his pocket. He wasn't The Batman right now, he was Bruce Wayne, the concerned friend. His voice wasn't all growly and dark, but he still had that intense gaze. The same one that made criminals flinch at the mere sight of him, the superstition that jumps out of the dark and haunts their nightmares. "There's a chance this could kill you, or damage your motor reflexes even more. But if it works, it's a 100% chance of recovery."
"I could be Batgirl again..." she whispered, not even realizing her fists were clenched so tight that her knuckles were turning white, and the tiniest dribble of blood slid down her wrist. She looked up at him without hesitation... "Do it. I want to do it."
That would take it away, wouldn't it? The night terrors, the pain inside and out, the fear, the voice that screamed she was broken and useless. She'd be normal again. The pain it had caused her father, the breakup with Dick, the self-loathing, the nights crying, the drinking all of it would finally mean something if she could get back out there.
Bruce looked at her, weighing his answer. He gave her only a nod.
Barbara blinked as the world refocused. God, why did it hurt so much. She was squeezing something, and looking to the side she saw it was the GCPD officer's arm, and she let go, yanking her arm away with a sudden aggressive force, only now her brain was catching up on what the other woman was saying. Barbara's eyes narrowed suspiciously.
"You didn't," she said simply, and though she tried not to her eyes kept glancing towards the man she'd demolished laying on the ground. At least he wasn't conscious. "The Joker doesn't give a fuck about you. You're just another dirty cop, in a city full of them, causing problems for the good ones." Like my father."
She was angrier and more aggressive since the surgery. Not less. She was jumping at shadows, and she thought it would be better, not worse. She shouldn't be taking it out on this cop, who was injured, and hadn't actually done anything wrong. But the anger was eating her up, and it kept overflowing, like a cup overflowing with wine. She glanced at the arm, steadying her then, and she stepped away.
When the woman sat down, Barbara finally stepped into action, kneeling beside her. Her eyes were still hard, stuck in a glare as if she was The Batman himself. She ran her armored fingers over the wound, not even hesitating as the officer flinched from the pain. "Don't move," she snapped, her free hand removing a small flashlight and shining it on the wound. And then the officer passed out, but Barbara caught her head before it smashed against the concrete and caused further damage.
She hissed, pressing a hand on the wound to staunch the bleeding. She had enough first aid knowledge from the years fighting crime that she knew what to do. It wouldn't feel good, even if the woman was unconscious but it was better than death. With hands as steady as a surgeon's a batarang cut through the officer's skin like butter. Her fingers pushed in, pulling the bullet free and slipping it into a bag. Once the wound was patched up, and Barbara was sure the woman would live, she dug through her pockets, pulling the wallet out.
"Officer Ryza," she mumbled under her breath, relieved the woman's face wasn't scrunched up in pain anymore. "What are you hiding? What were you even doing here? The Joker doesn't care about you, I know that. And if he wanted you dead you would be, so what the hell is going on..."
"You were sloppy. Too brutal. You prioritized the fighting over saving this girl and it nearly cost both of you your lives."
The deep, gruff voice surprised her, and Barbara jumped and rose to her feet, staring at Batman with a glower. God, he really was terrifying. Even as an ally. She just glared, because she didn't have anything to say. So instead, she said the wrong thing. "Great, we saved another dirty cop."
"She's not," Bruce replied, simply. Casual. "And this wasn't The Joker's work." he moved on to the subject, methodical. There'd be more later, but he knew he couldn't accomplish anything in the moment. "We have a problem." Barabara could make out the strain in his voice.
From a tablet he was holding, he pulled up a video, and Barbara recognized it as one of the dorm rooms on campus. She'd gone to school her, and occasionally even taught. The video began to play, the audio scratchy and loud but the quality of the video itself was unmistakable. There was a woman. She seemed normal, with suit pants and a purple sweater hanging off one shoulder. Her glasses made her look more nerdy than she probably was. Her dark hair cascaded down her back and she was arguing with...
"That's the Dean!"
"She dressed up as The Joker for 'dress up like your favorite superhero day'," Batman said, eyebrows furrowing, as if he couldn't understand why someone would do that. "So soon after his latest attack, it was considered insensitive at best and psychotic at worse."
Barbara glared too, but kept her eyes glued to the video. And to a question she hadn't asked yet, Bruce answered. "Alexis Kaye is her name."
In the video, the dean was telling her how inappropriate what she had done was, but tension rose in Barbara's chest as she watched the man suppress a giggle. Then another. Soon he couldn't speak anymore and was laughing. His mouth twisted up into a grotesque caricature of a grin, and he started clutching at his throat while the woman, Alexis, hid behind the open door of her stand-up dressed, ranting loudly. She spoke about how she'd found the recipe for Joker's laughing gas online, but couldn't believe it was real. It wasn't, but she kept at it, testing it on homeless over the last few weeks - none of the Bat-family had been able to figure out why The Joker was killing homeless people - and when she stepped back out, it was clear she was insane. She was laughing too, as the Dean fell to the ground, the light leaving his eyes but Alexis had time to finish her monologue. She bragged about how The Joker would notice her, that what he said made sense.
She exclaimed loudly, an absolutely insane look on her face "The real joke? It's this world! I'm just the PUNCHLINE!"
They hadn't said a word to each other the rest of the night. Barbara was still suspicious of Officer Ryza, but she wasn't going to get any answers out of her if she was dead. She also didn't think she was going to get any as Batgirl. Barbara Gordon on the other hand, daughter of the commissioner, might be able to squeeze an answer or two out of the detective.
Bruce at least agreed with the fact she needed to be talked to, possibly protected. It made sense. Punchline must have targeted her to stop the investigation. The reason she was being targetted had been correct - it was just the wrong villain. This was a twisted way to try and impress the Clown Prince of Crime, to get his attention. If they were as insane as one another, there was no telling what would happen if they actually met.
He hadn't stopped her plan.
Shoving her suit into the Batmobile, she changed back into her civilian clothes. Her yellow tanktop exposed her midriff, but the sports jacket she wore over it, one of those generic black ones with strategic white lines traveling down the sleeves, covered that up - along with the scar on her belly from where the bullet had hit her spine through the front. Her shorts were small and yellow. She was sweaty, and her hair was gross so she tied the fiery locks into a bun on top of her head. It was actually quite clever, she looked like she'd been on a run near where she lived and sometimes taught. No one would question it. She'd come upon the scene and called her father directly - no one was going to respond to Officer Ryza's calls, they'd been intercepted.
Barbara rode with her to the hospital, explained what she saw, and calmed her father down. She sat with her legs crossed in the Hospital room, breaking all kinds of protocols. She didn't realize how much her dad trusted this cop - it was making her think her initial impression might have been wrong. She wasn't going to take any chances, though. Her father had gone out and she knew he was meeting with Bruce, discussing their problem. Which was bigger than they thought.
On the TV, hanging at the opposite end of the bed up from the ceiling, the footage of the Dean's murder was playing over and over again. Everyone was talking about it, social media was blowing up. 'Joker has a new GIRLFRIEND!? You won't believe THIS PUNCHLINE!' was staring up at Barbara from her phone.
It was as the woman began stirring, Barbara stood up, much too quickly so she winced, but still moved to the side of the bed. She hoped the woman really had been unconscious otherwise she'd be found out. Right now. "Hey," she said, in a soft voice. A huge contrast to her harsh tone and words as Batgirl. "My name is Barbara Gordon. I'm Commissioner Gordon's daughter. I found you at the University and dug a bullet out of your neck. I'm trained in first-aid, don't worry." digging a bullet out wasn't exactly first-aid, but she also knew almost no one would question her. She was the Commissioner's daughter, of course, she'd learned a few skills.
"How are you feeling? You're going to be fine, there wasn't any serious danger since we stopped the bleeding fairly quickly. You passed out from blood loss." she nodded her head towards the blood bag hanging on the metal pole by the uncomfortable bed. "I'm no cop, but shouldn't you have had, I don't know... a partner with you?" she tried to keep the accusation out of her voice, and hoped she succeeded.
Looking back on her actions during the night, Barbara was ashamed. Of her fear, of her anger, and of the way she acted. Sloppy, stupid, and pushing too hard. Maybe she really should talk to someone. She could start by maybe turning the suspicion down a little. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to sound rude. It's just..." her words trailed off, and if Officer Ryza was as good as everyone thought, she'd no doubt understand. It was Gotham. It could easily look like she'd met those clowns to collect protection money or something.
Then the screaming started and Barbara stood to attention, the weariness of the earlier fighting evaporating. She glanced at the bandage on Officer Ryza's neck, and the needle in her hand. Without knowing exactly what was going on, staying and fighting would be a mistake. How did Punchline even know this was where they'd moved her? Did they know the room number? Were they coming here?
Fear gripped Barbara again as she thought about her very, very unarmored, exposed belly. The scar there started itching. "We're leaving," she said, trying to help Officer Ryza sit up. "I'd suggest moving." she peeked out into the hall, looking both ways as though she were crossing the street. People were running, and she instinctively started searching for clown masks but couldn't spot any. "We might not have much time to get you out of here officer, so if you need me to carry you, now's the time to tell me."
The thought already made her back ache.
Looking down at her hands, the knuckles of her suit covered in blood, sent her reeling again. She inhaled sharply, but the clammy air was oppressive and soupy. It had the stench of pollution and her poor stomach couldn't handle that. She was sick again, groaning as she wiped at her mouth again, only finally getting the courage to take a look at her surroundings. Stopping as long as she did had been a mistake in the first place. For all she knew there could have been more enemies creeping close by. Instead of worrying about any of that, dealing with the defeated thugs or even trying to make sure the GCPD officer they'd been targetting was okay, she was busy being sick.
Yeah, she looked like a total hero right now. Complete icon.
It was still early into her recovery, both physical and emotional, though, she supposed the emotional part had been going on a long time. It was painful, realizing she wasn't as over the incident as she thought. Not just painful, but hurtful. Despite the aches and pains, both of her body and heart, catching up with her and the beating in her chest rising at an audacious rate, Barbara felt like the energy was seeping out of her, The adrenaline and the high of flying around and fighting thugs was quickly wearing off and the aforementioned tears were stinging her eyes, barely hidden behind the orbs that only hinted at her brilliance when once they betrayed it. She thought she could handle this, obstinately arguing with Bruce and Dick for hours until they relented. She knew, looking up at them, that they hadn't been worried about her back; but her heart.
Now that heart was breaking a little, as she started to understand exactly what The Joker had taken from her. He'd broken her, in a way she hadn't thought possible. She took deep breaths, despite the slowing of her heart. Her head was pounding, mind racing. She was trying to find a solution; that was what Barbara did. Solve problems. This was no different. Except... she couldn't use logic, not on herself. She'd just nearly beat a clown-faced thug to death for the crime of existing. Okay, that and the crime of attempted murder - but she knew what the prevalent reason for her outburst had beem.
Panic. Fear.
Barbara looked around, spinning, as though The Joker were there himself, eyeing her behind one of the rusted and broken vehicles from the poor University students. Yes, her heart was broken but with the thrill of battle fading from her consciousness, her body was beginning to catch up with herself. She was already sore on her way here, pushing her body, her sine, far passed the point she had agreed to. She'd known it too - and she'd be berated for it like a child. With that being said, every single one of the others would have done the same thing. They'd fight to the death if it meant saving a life. So why was she going to get shit for it?
Asking the question to herself also provided the answer. Her back spasmed, she assumed, as a wave of pain went through it. The dull, burning pain she could handle. It was something she was getting used to, and it faded every day. It was only really painful when she pushed herself. If Barbara wasn't so active in her extracurricular activities and lived like a normal person she'd probably be okay. She could have resumed life without a hitch, as every day the pain faded a little more.
Until she started going out again. It would fade still until she returned mostly to full function. But it would go much faster if she rested. If she didn't engage in strenuous physical activity. Too bad if she hadn't that cop would be dead. The waves of pain grew, like a thumping of drums spreading out in sound waves from the area right above her butt, at the base of her spine. She winced, falling to a knee and then forcing herself up because God damn it, Barbara Gordon wasn't weak.
She stumbled as she stood, leaning on the cop's arm, wincing for a second time.
"You'll be able to walk again."
It took a few moments for those words to sink in. Barbara wasn't really understanding them. The moment the words left Bruce's mouth, the whole world, vision, and sound, faded into a dull ringing. She looked down, adjusting her glasses. She was squeezing the pants on her leg so tight, her fingernails digging deep daggers into her thigh. She couldn't feel it, of course, but she liked to pretend. She imagined stepping out of the chair and walking again.
The idea of not being stuck in the damn chair was enough to bring a smile to her lips. She'd come a long way in the two years since The Joker had paralyzed her. She'd been through all the stages of grief and moved on. She'd even found peace with her situation and had kept being useful, even in crime fighting. As Oracle, arguably, she was accomplishing even more. She was able to direct the GCPD to the more minor crimes that weren't urgent, leaving Batman and his team to deal with the real threats. It was good work.
But it wasn't enough.
'I'm fine' was Barbara's new catchphrase, and to an extent it was true. She was. She'd come a long way; something else she chanted to herself at regular intervals throughout the day. She was proud of herself and her progress. She was proud that people looked up to her, and of the differences she'd been able to make for other disabled people.
But watching someone else don her cape and cowl had almost killed her.
Even now, her eyes glanced over to where her suit, yes hers, was sitting in the display case. In a few hours, Stephanie would rise and rush to the cave, grab the suit, and be out in the field. She'd be operating as Batgirl, the way she did every night, with Barbara helping to keep her alive as the voice in her ear; the guy, well, woman, in the chair so to speak. There was a secret though, one that ate at her with guilt all-consuming. Something she'd never tell Stephanie, since it wasn't her fault. But Barbara would never be able to explain the resentment she felt for Stephanie Brown who, by all means, had grown a lot from a rough start and was doing excellent work these days.
But she was living Barbara's God damn life. She was Batgirl now. She was dating Robin. It was a different Robin and a different Batgirl, but watching them fight together, hearing them be cute over the coms made her want to scream every day. How many times had she considered not sending her out? Or diverting her somewhere useless? These petty, mean thoughts weren't who she was, so she rose above them. That didn't make it any easier, nor reduce the self-loathing that bubbled deep within her chest.
"It won't be easy, Barbara," Bruce stated, hands in his pocket. He wasn't The Batman right now, he was Bruce Wayne, the concerned friend. His voice wasn't all growly and dark, but he still had that intense gaze. The same one that made criminals flinch at the mere sight of him, the superstition that jumps out of the dark and haunts their nightmares. "There's a chance this could kill you, or damage your motor reflexes even more. But if it works, it's a 100% chance of recovery."
"I could be Batgirl again..." she whispered, not even realizing her fists were clenched so tight that her knuckles were turning white, and the tiniest dribble of blood slid down her wrist. She looked up at him without hesitation... "Do it. I want to do it."
That would take it away, wouldn't it? The night terrors, the pain inside and out, the fear, the voice that screamed she was broken and useless. She'd be normal again. The pain it had caused her father, the breakup with Dick, the self-loathing, the nights crying, the drinking all of it would finally mean something if she could get back out there.
Bruce looked at her, weighing his answer. He gave her only a nod.
Barbara blinked as the world refocused. God, why did it hurt so much. She was squeezing something, and looking to the side she saw it was the GCPD officer's arm, and she let go, yanking her arm away with a sudden aggressive force, only now her brain was catching up on what the other woman was saying. Barbara's eyes narrowed suspiciously.
"You didn't," she said simply, and though she tried not to her eyes kept glancing towards the man she'd demolished laying on the ground. At least he wasn't conscious. "The Joker doesn't give a fuck about you. You're just another dirty cop, in a city full of them, causing problems for the good ones." Like my father."
She was angrier and more aggressive since the surgery. Not less. She was jumping at shadows, and she thought it would be better, not worse. She shouldn't be taking it out on this cop, who was injured, and hadn't actually done anything wrong. But the anger was eating her up, and it kept overflowing, like a cup overflowing with wine. She glanced at the arm, steadying her then, and she stepped away.
When the woman sat down, Barbara finally stepped into action, kneeling beside her. Her eyes were still hard, stuck in a glare as if she was The Batman himself. She ran her armored fingers over the wound, not even hesitating as the officer flinched from the pain. "Don't move," she snapped, her free hand removing a small flashlight and shining it on the wound. And then the officer passed out, but Barbara caught her head before it smashed against the concrete and caused further damage.
She hissed, pressing a hand on the wound to staunch the bleeding. She had enough first aid knowledge from the years fighting crime that she knew what to do. It wouldn't feel good, even if the woman was unconscious but it was better than death. With hands as steady as a surgeon's a batarang cut through the officer's skin like butter. Her fingers pushed in, pulling the bullet free and slipping it into a bag. Once the wound was patched up, and Barbara was sure the woman would live, she dug through her pockets, pulling the wallet out.
"Officer Ryza," she mumbled under her breath, relieved the woman's face wasn't scrunched up in pain anymore. "What are you hiding? What were you even doing here? The Joker doesn't care about you, I know that. And if he wanted you dead you would be, so what the hell is going on..."
"You were sloppy. Too brutal. You prioritized the fighting over saving this girl and it nearly cost both of you your lives."
The deep, gruff voice surprised her, and Barbara jumped and rose to her feet, staring at Batman with a glower. God, he really was terrifying. Even as an ally. She just glared, because she didn't have anything to say. So instead, she said the wrong thing. "Great, we saved another dirty cop."
"She's not," Bruce replied, simply. Casual. "And this wasn't The Joker's work." he moved on to the subject, methodical. There'd be more later, but he knew he couldn't accomplish anything in the moment. "We have a problem." Barabara could make out the strain in his voice.
From a tablet he was holding, he pulled up a video, and Barbara recognized it as one of the dorm rooms on campus. She'd gone to school her, and occasionally even taught. The video began to play, the audio scratchy and loud but the quality of the video itself was unmistakable. There was a woman. She seemed normal, with suit pants and a purple sweater hanging off one shoulder. Her glasses made her look more nerdy than she probably was. Her dark hair cascaded down her back and she was arguing with...
"That's the Dean!"
"She dressed up as The Joker for 'dress up like your favorite superhero day'," Batman said, eyebrows furrowing, as if he couldn't understand why someone would do that. "So soon after his latest attack, it was considered insensitive at best and psychotic at worse."
Barbara glared too, but kept her eyes glued to the video. And to a question she hadn't asked yet, Bruce answered. "Alexis Kaye is her name."
In the video, the dean was telling her how inappropriate what she had done was, but tension rose in Barbara's chest as she watched the man suppress a giggle. Then another. Soon he couldn't speak anymore and was laughing. His mouth twisted up into a grotesque caricature of a grin, and he started clutching at his throat while the woman, Alexis, hid behind the open door of her stand-up dressed, ranting loudly. She spoke about how she'd found the recipe for Joker's laughing gas online, but couldn't believe it was real. It wasn't, but she kept at it, testing it on homeless over the last few weeks - none of the Bat-family had been able to figure out why The Joker was killing homeless people - and when she stepped back out, it was clear she was insane. She was laughing too, as the Dean fell to the ground, the light leaving his eyes but Alexis had time to finish her monologue. She bragged about how The Joker would notice her, that what he said made sense.
She exclaimed loudly, an absolutely insane look on her face "The real joke? It's this world! I'm just the PUNCHLINE!"
They hadn't said a word to each other the rest of the night. Barbara was still suspicious of Officer Ryza, but she wasn't going to get any answers out of her if she was dead. She also didn't think she was going to get any as Batgirl. Barbara Gordon on the other hand, daughter of the commissioner, might be able to squeeze an answer or two out of the detective.
Bruce at least agreed with the fact she needed to be talked to, possibly protected. It made sense. Punchline must have targeted her to stop the investigation. The reason she was being targetted had been correct - it was just the wrong villain. This was a twisted way to try and impress the Clown Prince of Crime, to get his attention. If they were as insane as one another, there was no telling what would happen if they actually met.
He hadn't stopped her plan.
Shoving her suit into the Batmobile, she changed back into her civilian clothes. Her yellow tanktop exposed her midriff, but the sports jacket she wore over it, one of those generic black ones with strategic white lines traveling down the sleeves, covered that up - along with the scar on her belly from where the bullet had hit her spine through the front. Her shorts were small and yellow. She was sweaty, and her hair was gross so she tied the fiery locks into a bun on top of her head. It was actually quite clever, she looked like she'd been on a run near where she lived and sometimes taught. No one would question it. She'd come upon the scene and called her father directly - no one was going to respond to Officer Ryza's calls, they'd been intercepted.
Barbara rode with her to the hospital, explained what she saw, and calmed her father down. She sat with her legs crossed in the Hospital room, breaking all kinds of protocols. She didn't realize how much her dad trusted this cop - it was making her think her initial impression might have been wrong. She wasn't going to take any chances, though. Her father had gone out and she knew he was meeting with Bruce, discussing their problem. Which was bigger than they thought.
On the TV, hanging at the opposite end of the bed up from the ceiling, the footage of the Dean's murder was playing over and over again. Everyone was talking about it, social media was blowing up. 'Joker has a new GIRLFRIEND!? You won't believe THIS PUNCHLINE!' was staring up at Barbara from her phone.
It was as the woman began stirring, Barbara stood up, much too quickly so she winced, but still moved to the side of the bed. She hoped the woman really had been unconscious otherwise she'd be found out. Right now. "Hey," she said, in a soft voice. A huge contrast to her harsh tone and words as Batgirl. "My name is Barbara Gordon. I'm Commissioner Gordon's daughter. I found you at the University and dug a bullet out of your neck. I'm trained in first-aid, don't worry." digging a bullet out wasn't exactly first-aid, but she also knew almost no one would question her. She was the Commissioner's daughter, of course, she'd learned a few skills.
"How are you feeling? You're going to be fine, there wasn't any serious danger since we stopped the bleeding fairly quickly. You passed out from blood loss." she nodded her head towards the blood bag hanging on the metal pole by the uncomfortable bed. "I'm no cop, but shouldn't you have had, I don't know... a partner with you?" she tried to keep the accusation out of her voice, and hoped she succeeded.
Looking back on her actions during the night, Barbara was ashamed. Of her fear, of her anger, and of the way she acted. Sloppy, stupid, and pushing too hard. Maybe she really should talk to someone. She could start by maybe turning the suspicion down a little. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to sound rude. It's just..." her words trailed off, and if Officer Ryza was as good as everyone thought, she'd no doubt understand. It was Gotham. It could easily look like she'd met those clowns to collect protection money or something.
Then the screaming started and Barbara stood to attention, the weariness of the earlier fighting evaporating. She glanced at the bandage on Officer Ryza's neck, and the needle in her hand. Without knowing exactly what was going on, staying and fighting would be a mistake. How did Punchline even know this was where they'd moved her? Did they know the room number? Were they coming here?
Fear gripped Barbara again as she thought about her very, very unarmored, exposed belly. The scar there started itching. "We're leaving," she said, trying to help Officer Ryza sit up. "I'd suggest moving." she peeked out into the hall, looking both ways as though she were crossing the street. People were running, and she instinctively started searching for clown masks but couldn't spot any. "We might not have much time to get you out of here officer, so if you need me to carry you, now's the time to tell me."
The thought already made her back ache.
What I want from a partner!
Be nice! This one shouldn't be too hard. Let's both respect each other and have fun!
I write in the third person usually, but am open to first-person if my partner really wants it!
I prefer to play in Private Messages. What can I say, I get shy? I'm also willing to talk on Discord, and if we ABSOLUTELY have to, I'll go to threads.
OOC chatter is fine and encouraged!
As a general rule, I only do FxF roleplays. I can do MxF where I play the male. Sorry, that's just what I'm comfortable with.
I usually play a more DOMINANT role. I don't mind playing two characters on equal footing where it's just really passionate.
I don't care if you're busy or anything, take your time with replies! You can take as long as you want!
I will always give you my best, try to be respectful and try to make sure we're both enjoying ourselves! I can write to write up to 2000 words per posts.
I can probably commit to one reply a week, but will do my best to give more than that, going forward.
Roleplaying!
So, as I mentioned above this thread is going to focus more on DC characters for now. I will update this later on with Marvel pairings as well, I promise! It's just that I'm more familiar, and enjoy DC more. Yes, I know, you MCU slaves come at me! (I'm joking, the MCU is awesome, too). I'll list pairings and we can pull from any DC medium. Arrowverse, comics, DCEU, cartoons. Whatever, I'm up for it all!Be nice! This one shouldn't be too hard. Let's both respect each other and have fun!
I write in the third person usually, but am open to first-person if my partner really wants it!
I prefer to play in Private Messages. What can I say, I get shy? I'm also willing to talk on Discord, and if we ABSOLUTELY have to, I'll go to threads.
OOC chatter is fine and encouraged!
As a general rule, I only do FxF roleplays. I can do MxF where I play the male. Sorry, that's just what I'm comfortable with.
I usually play a more DOMINANT role. I don't mind playing two characters on equal footing where it's just really passionate.
I don't care if you're busy or anything, take your time with replies! You can take as long as you want!
I will always give you my best, try to be respectful and try to make sure we're both enjoying ourselves! I can write to write up to 2000 words per posts.
I can probably commit to one reply a week, but will do my best to give more than that, going forward.
Roleplaying!
I'm fine from romantic, fluffy plots to darker themes! In terms of, like, sexual stuff I range from super vanilla to pretty kinky? I don't want to say super kinky, since I've seen some SUPER kinky people. But I enjoy the whole BDSM, rough sex, kinda stuff. I do usually like building to it though, but it's not a necessity! I enjoy the teasing more, if I'm being honest. The foreplay, the banter... All of it is super yum!
Then, this is where things get complicated! If there's an AWESOME story surrounding all the relationship and character stuff? I'll be SUPER happy and love you forever. If you give me an awesome superhero story with TONS OF PLOT and sex, I'll literally give the RP my all! I am TOTALLY fine with never reaching any smut for a long time. Just like I'm okay with doing it right away. It just depends on the story!
And hey? Have an idea for a pairing or plot I haven't listed here? DM me anyway! Maybe we can work something out!
The upcoming section is a WIP and is very basic for the time being. Specific plots will be added at a later date! (PS. Anyone who knows who Punchline is and is willing to play as or against her will get rewarded. I even have a few plot ideas I just don't have time to write down at the time of first publishing this first draft of this request thread!)
NOTE:
Currently craving something with Himiko Toga and Ochaco Uraraka from MHA!
Supergirl (Kara Zor-El) X Batgirl (Barbara Gordon OR Stephanie Brown)
Supergirl (Kara Zor-El) X Starfire
Supergirl (Kara Zor-El )X Pretty much anyone...
Punchline X Batgirl
Punchline X OC
Barbara Gordon X Stephanie Brown
Punchline X Batgirl (Stephanie Brown Or Barbara Gordon)
Yara Flor X OC
Yara Flor X Someone...?
Cosmere! (NEW!)(full plots coming soon!)
Stormlight Archive
(Assume any time Shallan is mentioned it could also be Veil or Radiant...I got tired of typing it over and over again haha)
OC x OC
Kaladin x Shallan
Kaladin x Veil
Kaladin x Shallan x Adolin
Shallan x almost anyone
Shallan x Vin(Mistborn)
Shallan (and any of her personalities) x Shallan and any of her personalities (mind stuff?)
Veil x Kaladin
Shallan x Steris (Mistborn)
Shallan x Sylphrena
Shallan x Azure
Shallan x Jasnah
Mistborn
Vin x Elend
Vin x Shallan (Stormlight Archive)
OC x OC (Era 1 or 2)
Steris x Vin
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