“Despite Bruce’s insistence that we ‘take it easy’ for the month—which apparently meant leaving the trendiest board games out on the coffee table like a trap—our days went on as normal.
Well, mostly.
School was officially on hold, a blessing I still thank the heavens for, and in its place was, you guess it, even more training! We played hard, too. Or, technically Dick did anyway.
I’d see him treating the grand staircase like...
Moving frantically between the lab's central console and the blood sequencer, Bruce dragged holographic data streams across the screen to compare the bloodwork from the sample he’d just drawn to the one from the month before, and the months before that.
For hours, he worked, running simulations; isolating protein chains and scanning for any trace of magical residue.
The results from every previous month came back clean, a perfect baseline of pristine human biology. He was ju...
“Any last words, Hellspawn?“
Rowan stared at the man in the top hat for a moment, rain soaking his cape.
“Look, I get it… I do look pretty evil, but you have got the wrong guy. I’m more a local nuisance than ‘Avatar of Pestilence.’ You want plague? Try the chili cart on 5th and Miller. That’s the real biohazard.”
Zatara’s jaw clenched in fury. “Silence, Fiend! Your silver tongue won’t save you!“
“—Robin, fall back.“ Bruce...
“That wasn’t the first time Bruce and I fought side by side, but it was the first time we actually brought down a Rogue together, and it felt damn good.
As satisfying as a Dual-Takedown in Arkham Knight is—props to the devs—it doesn't even come close to the real thing.
Sure, Killer Croc doesn’t rank high on DC’s threat list, even with his mutation, but he was strong enough, brutal enough, and dangerous enough to make the win feel earned. Not th...
Alt-Title: The Art of Jumping
Emilia Davidson cheerfully hefted the last bag of donuts into the passenger-side footwell of her rig.
Company regulations said to toss them, but mama had always taught her waste was a sin, and Emilia figured she committed enough of those just paying the city taxes.
Tonight's 'haul' had been surprisingly good, and not even the alley which reeked of stale coffee and day-old fryer grease could ruin her mood. Nothing s...
“After that incident, I refrained from reaching out to Kirkland for our annual check-up. I mean, just look at the guy… He had enough pressures in his life without me adding to the pile.
Kirkland, however, hadn't forgotten his responsibility, as manic as he was. He never missed an update either, which allowed me glimpses into his brilliant, yet deteriorating mind.
I... I suspect he longed for companionship.
Sure, he had a wonderfully su...
“Ever mess up closing a jar of pickles and then have to muster all the strength in you to get it open again?
That’s how much effort I put into Dick.
The worst part was I wasn’t even the one who screwed up, but since Bruce turned out to be surprisingly socially awkward at home, and I was the only other 'kid' in the house, I ended up as his de facto therapist.
Now I’m not trying to drag my 'nephew' through the mud here, but damn, getting...
“Let’s see what the new vigilante’s left us,” Commissioner Gordon muttered as he ducked underneath the jammed shutter.
Inside, six of Cobblepot’s men lay zip-tied and unconscious, almost blending in with the trash that littered the warehouse floor.
“Move in.“ Jim ordered, and the officers behind him immediately began to fan out.
“What do you see, rookie?”
Detective Samuel Reed crouched beside a blood smear on the stairwell, studied the Batarang e...
“When’s the last time we actually did this?”
Because contrary to popular belief, Batman didn’t spend every waking hour beating the hell out of his protégés under the banner of 'training.' Sparring sessions were rare—once-in-blue-moon kind of rare—and usually marked a turning point for the sidekick involved.
It was basically the end-of-term exam for Bruce's unofficial school of vigilantism.
“Months ago,” The Caped Crusader replied, voice dry as sandpaper...
“Man! It's been quite a while. I miss this place!“
“You were down here less than a week ago.“ The Caped Crusader droned, only to be blown off by his little helper's casual, “Details.“
Bruce grunted and pointed at the weights. “Have your Shadow lift those. If you’re going to use it, we need to know what it’s capable of.”
“Know yourself, know your enemy, and you need not fear the outcome of a hundred battles,” The boy mumbled smugly, before heading t...
When his awareness finally flickered back, it was not to the cold porcelain of the well-lit restroom, but to the stench of old dust and chemical cleaner perfectly blended with a side of stagnant air.
A throbbing ache pulsed behind his eyes, and thrice his eyelids quivered, sticky with the residue of drowsy tears, before opening to a dim slit of light filtering in from beneath the ill-fitting door.
Silently, he hauled himself up, yawning as his joints cracked.
He felt…...
“You remember that one time you were joking around and accidentally pissed off your ex? Oh—wait, who am I kidding, you don’t have an ex. Well, pretend you did, and she decided to wage a full-blown cold war for a day straight.
That—that’s how Bruce acted after the whole Reuben thing.
Only it wasn’t just a day.
The Caped Crusader had decided to drag it out for three full days.
Jesus, talk about petty.
...
“Let’s talk charity.
Or at least, what Gothamites tell themselves is charity, each time they drop a handful of change into a shaking cup on 5th and Grundy. They smile, feel a little warmer inside, maybe even a bit proud of their good deed, like they have taken one step closer to Sainthood.
Too bad they didn’t help the kid.
They just paid a 'pimp,' because in Gotham, misery isn’t an accident, it’s a business, and nothing rakes in ...
"You look miserable, sir."
Slamming his head back against the cool leather, Rowan let out a long, guttural groan. "You don't say..."
"Surely you're exaggerating? I remember school being quite tolerable."
"Alfred," Rowan smacked his lips and sat up, voice drier than sandpaper on one's bare ass. "The gremlin next to me offered me his booger today… And when I politely declined his 'good grace,' you know what that Gollum-looking ass did?"
Alfred’s mustache twitched...
A/N: Not gonna lie—I got lazy. It was the holidays, figured I’d take the chance to breathe. But I’m back now.
The first boots hit asphalt just after midnight as fifty soldiers in total—handpicked, battle-tested, and decked out in gear worth more than most homes—filed into the outskirts of Domino City, rifles raised, Duel Disks strapped and nerves taut as tripwire. Their entry was met with nothing but silence, the eerie kind that pressed on the eardrums like ...
“You know, I wish I could say Alfred and I finished the recreation of the Serum in a day, but we didn't… Partly because I got kind of sidetracked experimenting with Scarecrow's Fear Toxin, but mainly because Alfred, being Alfred and all, decided to make it his mission to turn our sessions into 'learning experiences.'
Thank God for whatever comic-buffs that allowed me to match Bruce blow-for-blow, despite being a torso shorter than him, with far less muscle mass and rea...
The first thing Lieutenant Colonel Arata Saito noticed when he stepped out of the armored personnel carrier wasn’t the stench of burning rubber, nor the distant wail of sirens, nor the deafening roars of Monsters bouncing off the valley that separated Domino City from the rest of Japan.
It was the wall.
Not of concrete, nor steel, but of Magic and Mystery.
A violet barrier stretching all the way from the ground and into the sky, sustained by five ga...
"I don't know how it is on Prime Earth, but in DC? Fate’s real. Annoyingly real.
Certain things just happen, no matter what you do.
The deaths of Thomas and Martha Wayne. Krypton blowing itself to hell.
The birth of Themyscira and Wonder Woman along with it.
Same goes for the rivalry between the First Robin and Deathstroke… Some feuds just write themselves.
I think the hip term for it now is ‘Canon E...
Mazera didn't run—he bled into the darkness. One moment, he was in plain sight, the next, the Herald had already torn open the shadows beneath Lenix’s feet, lunging out like a sentient Curse given form. Barely staying upright, the Duelist hurried through corpse-strewn terrain, just narrowly avoiding the Attacks.
Still grazed, however, Lenix had to Equip Mimic to minimize the DMG to himself.
DE: 26,888.5 » 26,003
'Hm… This isn't workin...
“You’d think the streets of Gotham were bad enough, but it’s the rooftops that really show you how deep the rot runs. Every other alley, someone’s getting robbed, raped, murdered, or just beat senseless for existing, and that’s just the slums where the bottom-feeders hang out.
The syndicates—Black Mask, the Penguin, Joker—they're scattered up.
Live or work near a bank in Midtown? Congrats! You’re statistically guaranteed at least thirteen ar...
Magic always took something in return—usually from the caster’s Ba, that little spark of Soul your parents told you not to mess with. But, like people, not all Spells were born equal. Some were weak, some strong.
Some ran on a recoverable trickle of DE, while others demanded Blood. Flesh. Sacrifices.
And when a Spell demanded more than one's Ba could give…
Well, there's a reason Blood Rituals existed.
The rule was simple enough: The better the Spe...
"You ever seen one of those movie training montages? My life after getting adopted by Batman was basically that—except it didn’t wrap up in a few minutes with a triumphant fist-pump.
It was months of train, eat, shit, piss, drink, repeat. I'd be lying if I said the thought of giving up—of settling for being able to fight off crooks and goons did not cross my mind a thousand times during that first month.
Didn’t help that I was absolute garbage at a...
“Life's the furthest thing from easy when you're living in Gotham, and that goes for everyone, rich or poor, good or evil.
But you know what's even worse than living in Gotham?
Living in Gotham as a street urchin. Between the goons, the serial killers, the rapists, and—let's not forget—the Supervillains, honestly? I was just about ready to roll the dice a second time. And then I stumbled upon the Batman.
Mr. 'Peak-human-condition'…...
The motel reception area, usually warm and welcoming, was in complete disarray. Tables were overturned, luggage lay scattered on the marbled floor, and the expensive furniture had piled up to barricade the doors.
Outside, Zombies and Skeletons kept banging against the doors in a rabid rage.
Compared to the savage Beasts they'd seen ripping apart the city through online feeds, these were slower; weaker, but even solid stone can be worn down by a gentle stream given time, let al...
Dark Armed Dragon’s roar ripped through the distorted courtyard as it lunged, its shadow seemingly outpaced by its claws. In a Duel, this would usually spell the end for him, but this? This was no Duel, and Lenix's no stationary Monsters confined to one spot either. While he couldn't match Dark Armed's speed, Mimic’s Shapeshifting and the Master's Jujitsu more than compensated for Lenix’s lack of raw Stats.
Propelling himself off Dark Armed's bac...
A/N: Change of plan, I think I'll need around 4 more chapters to end Season 0. 22 won't cut it. There's still the last fight with Skullie.
He hadn't expected much from Grasschopper, but the Skill Cards the Spirit presented were all surprisingly decent.
The first shimmered with a subtle green light; a Normal Spell called "Insect Solidarity” that could be activated at the start of a Duel and would guarantee him a Draw of a random Insect Monster, ensuring he'd ne...
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2025-03-25 11:07:38 +0000 UTC View PostThe Chimera's mechanical wings, still glistening with the fading embers of Nephthys's slow demise, beat with a rhythmic clang as its razor-edged blades began to dissect the Phoenix's weakened form at her joints.
In a final, desperate act of defiance, the Blazing Phoenix unleashed a torrent of flames in her attacker's heads, her dying screeches echoing through every nook and cranny of the desolate mountainside.
The attack, however, proved rather ineffective, washing harmlessly ...
A/N: Just to clarify, the Blazing Phoenix is a Special Summon-only Monster, not a Ritual. I am planning to make Lenix the face of Ritual Summoning, but I'll have to introduce more Ritual Support first. Hell, I might even make a "Super Poly" for Rituals, which will allow me to keep Judai as Fusion's star, while letting Lenix own Rituals. Oh, and the Blazing Phoenix Custom Card will be uploaded in the next Chapter. I'm still working out a few bugs😅<...
2025-03-21 13:08:16 +0000 UTC View PostA/N: Almost 7K words to make up for the delay.
Judai watched in complete awe as holographic sweat beaded down a Dragon's metallic hide.
Then, a roar echoed from three blocks over, causing his heart to leap as he bounced like a hyperactive hummingbird.
Bright eyes rolling in their sockets; ears strained, Judai obssessively catalogue every Monster he saw with an almost comedic fervor while the intoxicating tang of active Duel Disk circuitry surg...