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A normal woman who also loves marvel and dc winds up in Gotham with Wanda's powers

Eva Snyder is the younger sister of, Batman's enemy, the Joker, but she is nothing like her brother. She is kind and loves to see the art that gets displayed at the fundraisers and creates fashion reproductios, she is also friends with Batman. After an incident Eva has to go into hiding, but it's not any place she goes to hide at. It's at the mansion of billionaire Bruce Wayne. *** "I can only assume you snuck in." Eva bopper her nose. "How do you even get in?" "I have friends who work these events, and when I'm not working with them cooking for these people, they turn a blind eye to me enjoying the art work more than anyone who pays for these things." "I'm guessing you have many talents." "Yes, my best one is always getting fired for who my brother is." She smiled to herself then moved to the last work in the small gallery. "Who's your brother?" The loaded question that Eva knew would make everyone change what they thought about her. "You know Batman?" She asked. "You're related to Batman?" "No, his greatest enemy The Joker." "Then you must be here to steal something if you are related to The Joker?" Eva started to laugh. She sat down laughing. "That's the thing, I'm not like him. I may be his sister but I don't see the world the way he does. I want to work for my life and do things people who are normal do. I know I'm not normal since of who I am blood related to." Eva sighed. She looked at her phone she had in her top of the dress. "Shoot." She got up. "Sorry, I got to get going, and sorry for the over dramatic story Mr.?" "Mr. Bruce Wayne." He said. Eva stopped and looked at him in shock. He was the city's billionaire. "Yeah, bye Mr. Wayne." She rushed out of the room back to the kitchen.

When Leo invents the LPhone, not even the Fates could predict what would happen next. The answer is: absolute chaos. A PJO X Gotham story... Nico di Angelo didn't think anything of the person he accidentally texted, but when one of the Bat kids gets roped into the unhinged conversations of the demigods, it only goes downhill from there. Somehow, Nico and Leo end up working as a team to find the Bats, purely for no reason other than their own curiosity or entertainment. But from the Bat's point of view, a couple of threats entering Gotham calls for trouble. If you need a laugh, or love the chaos that comes with these types of stories you are going to love this! :D I glance to Tim, typing on the computer like a mad man. The voices came back, but there was a new one this time. "YOU STABBED HIM?!" Me and Tim's heads flew to the screen, but we still couldn't see anything. "IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!" "HOW? HOW THE HADES DO YOU CHASE SOMEONE, SWING A SWORD AT THEM, AND WHEN THEY GET IMPALED IT'S ON ACCIDENT?!" ***I do not own Percy Jackson or DC*** BEST RANKS: 1st sonofhades 2026 1st phones 2026 1st nicodiangelo 2026 1st pjo 2026 1st batman 2026 1st batmanfanfiction 2026 (Also more from when I forgot ranks existed)

Alexandra Wayne is a forgotten anomaly in her family. She is no vigilante and has no ties to the double lives her father and siblings lead. She is unacknowledged, unappreciated, and under the assumption that her family's behavior will never change. Perhaps Alexandra should have remembered what is said about assuming. Freshly graduated from medical school, Alexandra returns to Gotham for the first time in years, planning to complete her surgical residency, spend time with Alfred, and then hightail it back across the country to marry her fiancé. The Waynes seem to have other plans for their lost bird.

Marcella "Marcie" Wayne, or Annabelle "Ann" Anderson as she preferred to be called, a thirteen-year-old girl, did the one thing that was out of the ordinary in society. Moving out of the mansion, out of the cold and dark city known as Gotham, and into the bright lights of Paris, France. She had lived with the Waynes for ten years, but the warmth she yearned for never reached her. Their eyes held secrets, their whispers echoed in the halls, and the love she craved was always just out of her grasp. Ann felt like an outsider, a shadow in their grandiose lives. So, with a suitcase filled with her few possessions and a heart fueled by determination, she boarded a plane to the City of Love. Odd how a thirteen-year-old could live independently in a foreign city, but that was the world she knew, a world where she had to fend for herself. And she was willing to do whatever it took to find the happiness she never had. However, during her time in Paris, something happened that changed everything for her... She becomes a hero. A batgirl in the City of Lights.

The world knew Bruce Wayne as many things: a philanthropist, a billionaire, a silent guardian in the dark. But Atlas knew him as a set of rules. A series of cold, calculated decisions that prioritized the "mission" over the boy standing in the foyer of Wayne Manor. Six years ago, Atlas hadn't been given a choice. While Jason and Richard were groomed for the rooftops-trained in the art of the hero-Atlas had been handed a different fate. He was the one deemed too different, too difficult, or perhaps just too much of a reminder of Bruce's own failures. So, Bruce had sent him to the one place that promised to break a man down and rebuild him into a tool: the army. Six years. Two thousand, one hundred, and ninety days of "hell." Now, standing on the tarmac under a bruising gray sky, the transition felt like a physical weight. All around him, the air was thick with the sounds of reunion. Sobbing mothers, laughing wives, children screaming as they collided with their fathers' camouflaged chests. Atlas didn't move. He stood at attention, his spine a rigid line of steel, his gaze fixed on a point exactly six inches above the horizon. He was waiting. Not for a hug, not for a welcome, but for the one thing he had been trained to survive on. An order. "Atlas." ________________________ $-OC $-Batfam $-Original $-Black sheep of the family $-No ships [Art by me]

Summary: Damian has a crush on a certain boy for a while,her family did not know anything about it, though some are suspicious about her change of behaviour. How will they react to it? One shot Damian Wayne

Baby New York City

Two months have passed since the second Giant war with Gaea and Percy finally thinks of returning home to Gotham since running away at the age of twelve. As the great prophecy can't no longer harm them nor could the second one, Percy decides to head home to Wayne Manor and finally break the news of him being not dead but hey he heard Jason had also come back from the dead. So perhaps it isn't so weird much but then again they are the bats so it probably won't make a difference. It's a fanfic I do not own any characters

♡ ݁ 𓈒 ˚ ₊ BOOK 1 of the Capes and Conflict Series ! ﹒𝜗℘ WHAT happens when a chirpy, overqualified young woman moves to Gotham, hoping for a fresh start, and seems to meet every possible obstacle? ﹒𝜗℘ Penelope Jennings has gone through the worst of it, her dad has died, her sisters have sold the house he and her lived in, and she can't afford to be a freelance writer because she has even more bills to pay. In her dad's will, she was left a home in Gotham - and decides to uproot her life and leave. ﹒𝜗℘ Getting a job as a Personal Assistant to Gotham's notorious billionaire Bruce Wayne wasn't in the cards - but it paid well and had a good scheme to get her through till she gets an eventual book deal. He is annoyingly closed off, secretive and strangely spontaneous. But, if following him around like a shadow when he picked up girls, bought out places or was up to some strange secretive projects meant she'd keep that hefty paycheck. I guess she couldn't give it up. ﹒𝜗℘ But the longer the two spend time together - the more they seem to drift towards each other. Yet, the sheer amount of secrets that Bruce keeps, and the stress Penelope is constantly under keeps them both from progressing any further.... STARTED :: 08/08/2026 FINISHED :: ???

[!TW!] When Arielle Gordon learned her billionaire boyfriend was also a vigilante at night a year ago, she knew it could be dangerous for her. But she listened to her heart and decided to choose to be happy with the man of her dreams. And after all, Bruce and her had agreed to keep their relationship secret - for her sake. But when the wrong person understands her closeness to Gotham's protector, the reality of how cruel and mad some people are comes running back, and all is left to do is holding on. For as long as one's heart beats.

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 : " ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ ᴏғ ɢᴏᴛʜᴀᴍ ᴄɪᴛʏ ғɪɴᴅs ᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ɪs ʙᴀᴛᴍᴀɴ " 𝐎𝐑 " ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ғɪɴᴅs ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢ ᴏғ ʟɪғᴇ ɪɴ ɢᴏᴛʜᴀᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀs ʙᴀᴛᴍᴀɴ; ᴄᴏɴsᴇǫᴜᴇɴᴛʟʏ, ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ, ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ sʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇs. " ••• | 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐱 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐱 𝐨𝐜 | ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ᴏғ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴄ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴄ & ᴡᴀʀɴᴇʀ ʙʀᴏs. *𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆* *𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐒* •••

It's literally just a sequel to my OG Fanfiction Shadows of Hope, featuring a brand new protagonist being helped by the 'Spirit' of the first Grey Ghost. DONT FORGET TO ADD AN ACTUAL DESCRIPTION AND DONT LEAVE THIS IN AS A JOKE Nah, I'mma do my own thing. I don't own anything in this book unless explicitly said otherwise, and I'm hopefully protected by the disclaimer below. Copyright Disclaimer Under Section 107 of the Copyright Act 1976, allowance is made for "fair use" for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching, scholarship, and research. Fair use is a use permitted by copyright statute that might otherwise be infringing. Non-profit, educational or personal use tips the balance in favor of fair use

Damian Wayne is a highschooler and he's matured a lot thanks to his friends and family. He's the new leader of the Teen Titans now, and things have been going great, but right as he thought his old life was behind him, his past comes knocking on his door. Will Damian finally put an end to the ghosts from the past or will he have to resort to his old ways?

Zack is one of Bruce Wayne's adopted children.But unlike the others he isn't really known by anyone but he likes it that way and he thinks that's the best.Mainly because He wants a normal life but having a normal life is hard to have when you 1 you have medical conditions and 2 your a Wayne. (All credits to the artist) (VERY SLOW UPDATES)

Replacing movie characters with the Batfamily

"Who's excited for Cold Case Roulette!" Tim pulled out a rickety wheel, spinning it until it stopped on a bright blue slice. Tim smiled as he pulled up three photos from crime scenes around Gotham. Each scene had the same three things: A locked room with no windows or doors, the word loyalty written in various languages, and a person in the middle impaled with a small sword. "This is our cold case for this week. Locals called him "Houdini" because all of his kills took place in locked rooms. This case is around a decade old. The Bats analyzed the photos nodding to each other. Damian just stared in horror. Damian had already solved this case. He could recognize that gruesome method of killing anywhere. Damian Al-Ghul-Wayne was Houdini, and now he had every Bat in Gotham on his tail... Or In an unfortunate series of events, fifteen-year-old Damian finds himself attempting to sabotage the Bats' investigation of a serial killer who committed seemingly impossible murders all over Gotham and the surrounding cities a decade ago. Damian needs to make sure he keeps his family from finding out who this killer actually was, or he will be abandoned all over again.

BATMAN: THE TERROR OF THE RED HOOD opens beneath the rain-soaked towers and shadowed alleys of Gotham City, where corruption lingers like smoke and every street seems to whisper about the past. Bruce Wayne returns home carrying the wound that never healed-the night his life was stolen in Crime Alley-and the growing certainty that Gotham cannot be saved by money, politics, or polished smiles alone. Somewhere in the darkness, an old criminal order is collapsing, and in its place a new terror is beginning to rise. As Bruce moves deeper into the city's underworld, he finds himself pulled between the legacy of Wayne Enterprises, the city's entrenched corruption, and the dangerous figures fighting to control Gotham's future. Allies begin to form, loyalties are tested, and the line between justice and vengeance becomes harder to see. In the streets, criminals start whispering about a winged presence stalking the night, while a masked menace known as the Red Hood spreads fear with every move he makes. From the first cracks in Falcone's empire to the rise of a city-wide power struggle, this is a story about grief, legacy, and the birth of a symbol. Bruce Wayne is forced to confront the truth that Gotham does not fear wealth-it fears what hunts in the dark. And if the city is going to survive, then Bruce must become something larger than a man: a legend, a warning, a shadow that the guilty cannot outrun. The deeper Bruce goes, the more Gotham reveals its true face: crooked cops, desperate gangs, ambitious power players, and a criminal world that never truly dies-it only changes masks. Every victory leaves behind a vacuum, and every vacuum breeds something worse. Red Hood is only the beginning. What follows is the birth of a new era for Gotham, one carved out by fear, fire, and the first real steps of a Bat forged in loss. Before the Bat-Signal. Before the costume. Before the name becomes myth. There is only the city, the darkness, and the decision to strike back.

Yes there are god's out there, but there are also beings of higher calling Titans Giants and the very top of the Food Chain in the world of Magic; Primemordials. Terry Mcginnis during his time as the new Batman attracted the biggest Primordial of them all Chaos herself. (Dana went to an abroad university for ten years in which the prologue takes place in). This union made way for Terry's daughter Chris Mcginnis the daughter of Batman and Chaos. Choices will be made that could be the deciding factor in the war of ages but in the end it will all boil down to the choice of one person. All rights go to their proper owners