Case Files: Major Cases
Cases involving a significant (human*) cost; usually involving either multiple victims, or significant harm to a single(/small number of) victim(s):
- Kidnapping
- (In)Human Trafficking
- Coercion
(- Serial Killers)
(- Drugs)
- Significant (series of) Thefts*or sapient being
Often tend to be longer fic, usually fairly dark/mature in tone.
(Closed, Moderated)
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While busting a magic creature trafficking ring, the Bats stumble upon a young octopus mer.
Or perhaps, something more?
The story of Tim Drake, the mer-Kraken, and how kleptomania, gaslighting and cute bonding got a lost Mer a family.
Comes with art, of course
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29 Oct 2024
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Two Nickels: Octomer Timmy (& his autonomous tentacles)
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12 Oct 2023
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We're Longing For Daylight
We're Pausing For Dusk
We're Running For Midnight
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Gotham is well used to Rogue attacks. There's always something blowing up or getting robbed or a Bat dropping from nowhere and kicking someone's teeth out. Gotham has adapted to this way of life. Of Rogues and Bats and Birds. Of gas attacks and fate decided by a flip of a coin. But there's something different about this latest attack. People across Gotham--from regular citizens to Rogues--are falling asleep. And not waking up. This rash of unexplained comas has left the city in shambles. There's no cause, no reason, and no answers.With every Gotham vigilante working around the clock to try and find a cure, everyone is stretched thin. When the sickness hits one of their own, Jason decides he's had enough. He's going to find the cause for this and he's going to fix it. He's got a single thin lead and he's going to make it count. No matter what it costs him.
No one messes with his family. No one messes with his brothers.
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How To Accidentally Acquire a Brother by 172
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman (Comics), Red Robin (Comics), Under the Red Hood
08 Aug 2022
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Jason's been stuck on this drug case for a whole month and he's got nothing. That is, until his tiny, anxious ex-neighbor shows up at his safehouse with a backpack full of evidence saying that the entire drug operation is being run by his parents.
Tim figured out that his parents were big-time drug traffickers at age nine, but when people start dying and Batman won't listen to him, the only available option is the Red Hood, who's just as likely to shoot him as he is to help him. That's why it's such a surprise when Tim shows up at his safehouse and Gotham's most undead and dangerous vigilante invites him in for spaghetti dinner.
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Tim Drake has a secret.
Well, he knows Batman's secret, but that one isn't really his, he's just holding on to it.
Tim's secret is that he and his parents are wolf shifters, and they refuse to let anyone know about it. But it's fine. He can shove down his feelings and instincts that whisper that he's been abandoned and live a perfectly normal Bat-photographer life.
Except that there's a black market for shifters and the way home is longer than he had thought possible.- Language:
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19 May 2024
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Two Nickels: Stuck (drugged) Canine shifter!Tim doesn't realise his rescuers actually want him/care
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The shape moves like an oil slick, all serpentine grace as it lightly pushes off from the building it's perched on, big wings tucking in close and body twisting like a cat’s to land on feet and wing-hands on the street below, facing Jason. For one moment they’re eye-to-electric-blue-eye- and then the wyvern pushes up and snaps its wings open again with a sound like a thunderclap. It leaps into the air, beating its wings once, twice, already above the rooftops and gaining altitude fast.
“Wait,” Jason croaks, then yells “wait,” but the wyvern is gone, wingbeats muffled by distance, blue flickers of static trailing through the air from its wingtips and tail. Jason stares up after it and aches to spread his own wings and follow it into the sky.