Short Delay 🥲
A/N: Sorry guys, I've been on constant work trips for the last months. Chapter 47 might be delayed to 18th of November. I apologize for the wait.
2025-11-16 14:09:55 +0000 UTC View Post
A/N: Sorry guys, I've been on constant work trips for the last months. Chapter 47 might be delayed to 18th of November. I apologize for the wait.
2025-11-16 14:09:55 +0000 UTC View Post'Violent.'
The word surfaced in Marcus' mind unbidden.
'What violence…'
Speechlessness followed, the kind born from sheer, disbelieving astonishment.
'Why?'
Then came the anger.
Two weeks.
It'd been two weeks since Batman vanished, and in that time Marcus had lost everything. He'd lost friends. He'd lost family. He had lost the tiny apartment he slaved away for a decade to pay off, plus Max, his golden retriever who he adored with all his soul… 2025-10-21 15:13:13 +0000 UTC View Post
With Dick around to tend to Alfred, Rowan was finally free to tackle the real problems.
If this were a videogame, it wouldn't matter where he started. He could clear out the harbor first, then move to the next territory, checking off objectives until the map was clean. But this wasn't a game with convenient mission structures and isolated encounters.
Hitting the port under Two-Face made the most tactical sense on paper, but the moment he moved on that strategic chokepoint, every o...
2025-10-16 14:07:14 +0000 UTC View PostLimping through the tunnel that connected to Wayne Manor, Richard 'Dick' Grayson let out a weary sigh that echoed off the stone walls.
He had been tracking Black Mask for days without rest, but his incomplete training constantly hampered him at every turn. There were aspects of Gotham's underworld he didn't understand yet, functions within the Batcave itself that remained complete mysteries to him, tools and resources that might have made the difference if Bruce had only allowed him acc...
2025-10-12 06:21:39 +0000 UTC View Post"Look, I don't think it needs to be said again, but I didn't grow up with a lot… No, scratch that. I grew up with literally fucking nothing. No participation trophies in Reuben's beggar ring, let me tell you.
Anything I had, I had to fight tooth and nail for, and I learned very quickly that you must defend what's yours like a rabid dog, or you lose it… Simple.
And then Bruce fucking Wayne himself swooped in, and suddenly 'where's my next meal coming fr...
Alt-Title: Sanguine
A/N: Sorry for the delay, the first draft actually had Rowan meeting Jesus, but I thought it was pretty deus ex machina, so I had to scrap like 2000 words.
Day #15:
Crimson blotches painted Rowan's path as he staggered out of the alley, blood seeping through the bandages and between his fingers in hot, sticky pulses quickly cleansed by the heavy downpour. Shadowcrest. He needed to get to Shado...
Day #8:
Prior to his arrival to Coast City, Deathstroke had anticipated many things.
“Wh-Why are you doing this?!“
He had expected a battle of a lifetime,
“Please!“
He'd expected a long and bitter skirmish that would bring the whole of the beachside city to its knees.
“Just please spare me!“
Hell, he'd even come with the expectation to lose and possibly die! What Slade hadn't expected was for the Imp to ...
"I… I think most people tend to underestimate how quickly things could go to shit, how long two weeks actually are, and how much bullshit could be packed into a single fortnight.
In one night, Bruce had taken an unscheduled dip in the ocean.
In that same night, I got my ass handed to me by Deathstroke of all people.
Within three days, news of his supposed 'Death' had spread across Gotham like wildfire, and every two-bit goon who had previo...
A/N: I changed the timeline a bit since seven days feel too little for too much change. Fourteen feels more appropriate.
"Pffft! What are you, five?"
Max snorted at her airheaded blonde, who was still cooing with her hands pressed to her chest, visibly enthused by what could only happen in her fantasies. The last thing she needed after a long day at the shithole called Williamsburg was to listen to Caroline's endless chattering about her superh...
Descending deeper into the madhouse, Bruce felt oddly at ease despite the horrifying atmosphere and haunting screams that bounced through the twisting, claustrophobic corridors.
Then he stopped before a garish clown's face painted in blood and examined the message scrawled beneath: 'A Bat and a Crocodile walks into a bar…' With a large arrow pointing to the right.
He glanced at the corridor branching off that would take him deeper into the asylum's bowels, then the arrow's di...
Above, crystal chandeliers cast warm light over polished marble floors where designer heels clicked.
Below, conversations flowed as smoothly as a bottle of Dom Pérignon, punctuated by appreciative murmurs over abstract sculptures and avant-garde paintings whose price tags could fund small nations.
Among the curated crowd, servers in crisp black uniforms carefully navigated between clusters of wealth; New and Old alike, offering champagne flutes and canapés to patrons who bare...
Life with a father as strict as Giovanni Zatara, even with the ability to bend reality via oddly-spoken speech, could be unbelievably boring, which was why Zatanna had been grateful for the recent addition of Rowan to her life, if only because he made things more interesting.
And strange. Very, very strange.
“Avada Kedavra!” He muttered from the other side of the room, followed by a thoughtful hum. She glanced over just in time to see him bare his fangs, checking their len...
A/N: Jesus, writing this chapter was like passing a kidney stone.
Arkham Asylum was a lot of things… It was dark, it was eerie, and so very often accompanied by the screaming and howling of the raving mad. As if the bloody shrieks of Arkham's regulars, or crunches that echoed from sector 331's corridor where the beasties of the bunch were locked weren't enough, another was set to join them on this fine night.
One Werner Zytle—a Meta...
For a city that’s synonymous with crime, grime, and gargoyles, Gotham sure cleans up nice when it wants to. The port district, for instance, could almost pass for a legitimate place of business if you squinted hard enough and, you know, ignored the perpetual saltiness in the back of one's throat.
The Sun had long since dipped, yet the drone of crashing waves was still ocassionally broken by screams of a foreman yelling at his crew, a worker probably catching his hand in some machiner...
Unfortunately, I'm once again in the middle of Kajiki Storm's path so the next Chapter will come a day or two late. Apology for the incovenience, gents.
2025-08-25 23:55:13 +0000 UTC View PostCCN (COAST CITY NEWS) - SPECIAL REPORT
"We interrupt this program for urgent updates regarding the daylight incident in Coast City. Initial reports confirm a bloody confrontation in the Ocean Heights district involving an unidentified vigilante and multiple hostile Metas.
The disturbing amateur video footage depicts a violent altercation culminating in the apparent death of at least one subject. Authorities are scrambling to identify the victims an...
A/N (09/24/2025): Changed a bit about the Hellbred monologue to better align with Rowan's future philosophy.
My original intent was to connect it to Book 2 so his changes wouldn't feel abrupt, but after careful considerations, while I am rather satisfied with the 'Powah' philosophy, I don't think it'd fit this particular part of the story, so I'm cutting it to just Wrath. The Power speech might appear again in the second book ...
A/N: Friendly reminder, while this arc might seem inconsequential and filler-ish, it's actually the most important chapter to date and is related to Book 2. Sorry for the slow updates btw, I got caught up writing the skeleton for Book 2. The good news is it's around 65-70% done.
Elbow scraping against rough concrete, Zatanna lifted her head to take in the aftermath of her Spell and gagged at the gallery of Vampiric r...
Typing out a message to Hal, Rowan hit [Send], then dropped into the manhole where he was instantly smacked in the face by the stench of shit, piss, and all sorts of filths that lingered at the back of his throat.
He retched, bracing himself against the pipes and railings as pale shafts of light filtered through the sewer grates above and sketched out the path ahead. Compared to Gotham’s barely-operational sewage system, Coast City’s was practically luxurious, but even then, shit w...
“Honestly, do you two share a brain cell, or just take turns being self-destructive idiots?!” Neither Rowan nor 'John Smith' dared to make a peep while the mouthy fourteen-year-old threw a fit. Silently, they exchanged a glance, then automatically tuned her out. “Hello? Is all the blood loss affecting your hearing?!”
Zatanna pouted at the two stone-faced vigilantes, pressing on his wound, but the only reaction she got from Rowan was an imploring stare.
'Nope, just your n...
A/N: I actually planned to start Rowan's official magical training this Chapter, but it'd have been too bloated, hence… Hope you guys like it though.
“And just like that, I was better than new. I’m talking a full system overhaul, the kind of upgrade you feel deep in your bones. The most immediate change was my endurance.
According to Bruce's deep scans, my muscles were clearing metabolic byproducts at a massively accelerated rate, mean...
Sandwiched between the two remaining Venom-Enhanced thugs, Kirkland couldn't help but shudder at how similar the descent into his own lab was to a walk to the gallows.
Deep down, the Good Doctor still hoped this was just a nightmare, but the echoing scrapes of their boots dissuaded the notion every time it dared surface.
They followed him into the sterile, familiar space of his life’s work, hulking figures turning the lab into a cramped and claustrophobic cage that made Kirkland...
2025-07-28 15:27:01 +0000 UTC View Post“Tell me, Master Magician,” Madame Xanadu whispered behind the blinds, her voice devoid of its earlier warmth. “What do you know of the name Trigon?”
“I have heard it only in passing…” Zatara admitted with a rare note of humility.
In all his years, in all his travels through Grimoires and Realms unknown and forgotten to all Mankind, he had only heard the name whispered thrice—a footnote in tales of Cosmic Destruction too vast to be believe...
2025-07-23 09:02:30 +0000 UTC View PostSince I live directly in the path of Typhoon Wipha, the next chapter might come a few late. Thank you for being understanding.
2025-07-21 08:30:11 +0000 UTC View PostA/N: Apology for the delay. This was a pretty tough chap to write.
When the Universe was new, and no world knew Rage, there were two brothers: A Tiller of the Soil and a Keeper of Flocks.
They both offered the fruits of their labor to the Sky, but while the smoke from one offering rose straight and true; the other’s drifted low, scattered by a wind of discontent…
Again and again, He presented his tribute;
Ag...
“You've probably seen this a thousand times. Some guy dies, gets reincarnated, and somehow—magically—he's fluent in the local language, knows exactly how to bow the right way, and is immediately adopted by some blind old master with willing to fork out centuries of secret Techniques over a cup of tea.
Within a week, they’re cultivating, winning duels, collecting waifus, and unlocking bloodline powers their thousand-year-old master somehow didn't notice. It's the sa...
Alt-Title: 'We fill men's Souls with darkest dread.'
“Intent and Willpower… Intent and Willpower—fucking Fanfictions lied to me! I mean, don't get me wrong, those absolutely factor in the equation, but it's 20% at best, tops. You can't just glare at something really hard and expect it to burst in flame on its own.
There are Practices!
There are Disciplines!
All of which, while linked, has to be learned individ...
• Hellbred: Year One (Work-In-Progress [Planning: 100%])
Tags: [Action], [Adventure], [Fantasy], [Urban Fantasy], [Anti-Hero Lead], [Superheroes], [Genius Protagonist], [Secret Identity], [Magic], [Weak to Strong]
Estimated Chapters: 40-60
• Hellbred: Hell Mode (Planning-In-Progress [Planning: 70%])
Tags: [LitRPG], [Action], [Fantasy], [System], [Game Elements], [Harem], [Anti-Hero Lead...
TITLE: The Imp, Apprentice Magician, Ward of Pennyworth
LEVEL: 11
RACE: Human (Fiend-Touched)
CLASS: Rogue (Assassin) 6 / Warlock (Fiend) 4 / Fighter (Battle Master) 1
ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good
â—Ź ATTRIBUTES:
• STR: 16 (+3)
- (Demonic heritage and rigorous training provide physical power far beyond his frame.)
• DEX: 20 (+5)
- (Peak human agi...
Heart pounding, Rowan held his breath as a nauseating wave rolled through him, and tilted the world off-balance.
He'd have doubled over and emptied the content of his stomach right then, if not for the fascination burying the urge under… Dissolving like embers, the Spell's visual distortions slowly gave way to—”An empty plot?“
“Is it?” Zatara asked, waving a piece of silk cloak he’d pulled from his tophat—a theatrical flourish that briefly covered the Half-Fiend...