When Damian returns to where he left his sketchbook resting, he is both shocked and angered to see Tim and Stephanie flipping through it. And he fully intends to let them know.

Damian hates computers.

How many have to suffer before Batman learns? One-Shot.

It's our favorite jester's special day, and this calls for a Girls' Night Out.

Batman told him to get out. And so he did. My take on the Stray!Tim AU. Title taken from "February Song" by Josh Groban. If you like, please R&R!

His only presence in the house was half smoked cigarettes on the window sills and a constant feeling of dread in Bruce's chest. Bruce should have been relieved when he got the call, but he wasn't when Jason plead, "Please come get me."

Timothy Drake Wayne is dead. At least that is his estimation if the grim reaper like figure holding up a scythe is any indication. Coffee and lack of sleep do not make a good combination apparently...His poor heart couldn't have agreed more. One Shot.

Wrongly accused of a crime he did not commit, a once young man has returned to Gotham City under the alias of Joseph Kerr to extract his revenge upon a justice system that does as it pleases with no regard to the common man.

"That's how it starts. The fever, the rage, the feeling of powerlessness that turns good men... cruel."

ONE-SHOOT. Todos dicen que sólo soy una muñeca para él, una muñeca que puede manejar a su antojo. No me importa. El amor es una droga que nos obliga a hacer cosas que usualmente no haríamos... y yo por él mataría.

Rumors of a bygone cult returning, monsters of fantasy and nightmares coming to life, people of unknown origin and agenda arriving just as chaos spreads, promising to make peace, and a homeschooling teacher that is a bit more than just an old man. But the people of Gotham don't see anything wrong. Why does no one question the weird things that are happening?

Despite her past mistakes, Spoiler is given responsibility for protecting part of Gotham by Batman...

Three years have passed since the world fell to ruin and the remaining heroes were reformed or killed. Damian Wayne runs the remains of Gotham with an iron fist and though more powerful than ever, all is not well. Meanwhile Jason Todd answers a plea from a supposedly dead Dick Grayson that opens up a world of hell all it's own. Slash and dark with violence and non con. Evil Damian

Cass spends an afternoon reading. And then another. Two short, fluffy stories.

Joker x Harley : Poem Nr.2

Joker x Harley : Poem Nr.1

Ese era el día especial de Damian y Jason, el día de su boda.

Dick Grayson is trained as a talon before being taken in by Bruce Wayne. This changes everything and, at the same time, absolutely nothing. A series of drabbles imported from my tumblr.

BatmanxHarley lemon! - When the Joker threatens to blow up half the city its up to batman to save the day. Batman enlists the help of Harley Quin to track down the Joker but what tricks does Harley have up here sleeve and what does it mean for our dark knight?

No one who knew them would have thought they could tolerate each other let alone be friends. They would often be asked how they had met, but they knew no one would have even believed the truth.

Bruce learns that medication on children turns them into little weirdoes... (One-Shot.)(For my awesome buddy, SweetyKinz.)(Part 3 of the "Oh Boys..." series but one does not have to read the other two to understand.)

This will be about only the Joker and how she, yes she became the psychotic criminal mastermind that we all know and love.

This story examines the complex relationship between Batman and Joker as they drink and reflect together on life.

Gotham City. A place where Justice is indeed blind. A shadowy organisation arises against Batman, Commissioner James Gordon, and the entire city. When Michael Rivers is killed by this organisation; his son, Riley Rivers, plunges into Gotham's dark underworld in a battle that threatens to tear the city of Gotham apart. Disclaimer: I don't own DC/Marvel Comics.

When you lose someone you love, they break your heart. And no matter how long time has passed, the grief is always there. Like a stab in the chest. But the knife never comes out. Brotherly fluff. No slash.