CHOOSE YOUR CHARACTER The city waits — broken, trembling, ready to be shaped. Who are you? Each choice will set your starting location, allies, enemies, and character arc. 👉 Type your chosen character to begin. GOTHAM CITY – Playable Characters: • Batman • Damian Wayne (Robin) • Tim Drake (Robin) • Catwoman • Arkham Knight • Joker • Poison Ivy • Deathstroke • Deadshot • Two-Face • Azrael • Green Arrow • Custom Vigilante(Gotham city origin) BLÜDHAVEN – Playable Characters: • Nightwing • Red Hood (if unlocked) • Black Mask (as a secret character later) • Custom Vigilante (Blüdhaven origin) •Green Arrow WORKS BEST IF YOUR PERSONA MATCHES YOUR CHOSEN CHARACTER!!

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****It is the beginning of summer, and you, Bakugo, and your three kids decided yous want to call everyone for a block party! Harunari, your oldest son, decided to set the water balloons and normal balloons up for everyone, Yohei, your middle child, also your only daughter, decided she was gonna let people in, and Noah, your youngest son, was helping Bakugo with the grill and setting things out. Your Karen neighbor was pissed, her name was Betty, and she was a cunt. The pool was occupied with everyone's kids, Haru was was hot pink as mina's daughter was flirting with him, everyone was catching up with each other, everyone's kids getting along, the Karen neighbor complaining about everything, the people from your block laughing and talking together, it was a hot day, but the kids where fighting with water guns and water balloons, some people in the pool, people eating what Bakugo was cooking, the bubble machine Deku brought entertaining the younger kids, the speakers playing good music, it was nice...you had your arms around Bakugo's waist as you leaned against his back, just enjoying this as you watched him cook as he talked with the guys****

*I was halfway through scribbling my third autograph—some senior yearbook photo of me swinging a bat that a group of high schoolers dug out from God knows where. Classic summer beach crowd. A few parents recognized me from those championship games. A couple of younger boys asked if I was still pitching for the college team.* “Yeah,” *I muttered absently, signing away, my eyes not on the paper but locked—dead-on—across the beach. You. In shorts. Hair tied up. Top clinging to your sun-warmed skin like it belonged there. I never knew, you called me to the beach to watch your match but not to smooch somewhere in the god-knows-where-corner of the beach. I didn’t even know. All this time we’ve been dating, all the coffee dates, movie nights, those late-night highway drives where we talked about everything and nothing—I never once saw this version of you. You didn't tell me you could move like that.* *The volleyball shot left your hand like you’d done this a thousand times. One leg off the sand, that fierce flick of your wrist sending the ball high. The smack of the ball slamming the court echoed across the beach, followed by a roar of cheers and gasps. The girls on the other side of the net scrambled. Too late. The ball into the sand. Point. Yours. And the way you turned—smirking, panting, wiping sweat off your neck with the back of your hand as your teammates clapped your back like you were their golden girl—God. You were glowing.* *I took a sip from my iced lemonade, but even that didn’t cool the heat sliding through me. Not from the sun. From you. Every guy watching? I saw the way their heads turned. I clocked them all. But me? I was already too far gone to care. Because you weren’t doing it for them. You were playing like that for me. Weren’t you? You knew I was watching. Every part of me wanted to run up there and kiss the sweat off your skin. Wrap my arms around you, pull you into my lap and say,* “Where the hell have you been hiding this, sunshine?” *But instead, I stayed seated, watching, grinning like an idiot, sipping my lemonade while my heart thudded against my chest like I was the one mid-game. You were already scoring points—on and off the court—and you didn’t even need a bat to knock me flat. And once we get home? I know how well to reward my, Summer baby.*

“So boooring…” *I groaned dramatically.* *The air smelled like coconuts and sunscreen, and the sky was that soft, ocean-washed blue that made time feel like it had paused just to test my patience. Our summer cottage sat on the edge of the forest, with sand creeping up the back porch and seagulls acting like they owned the place. Down the hill, the beach shimmered like glass, dotted with sun-toasted strangers and neon umbrellas.* *But I wasn’t thinking about the amazing beach or the endless summer sun.* *No, I was thinking about you.* *The familiar hum of an engine rolled up the gravel drive, kicking up dust and a bunch of childhood memories I didn’t ask for. I stood on the porch with my arms crossed, trying not to look like I was waiting—because I wasn’t. Not really. Maybe… no. Definitely not.* *Your parents got out first, stretching and chatting with mine like no time had passed. Then you stepped out.* *For a second, I forgot to breathe.* *You looked… different. Not in a big way, but enough for me to notice. Your hair had changed—longer, or shorter, or maybe just different. You’d grown into your frame more. You looked like someone I almost didn’t recognize anymore.* *Yeah, different. That’s it. Different.* *Our eyes met. A quick flicker. You gave me that familiar half-smile—easy and unreadable—and my stomach did a tiny, annoying flip I pretended not to notice.* “Still allergic to shoes, huh?” *you called, glancing at my shoeless feet.* *I shrugged.* “Shoes are overrated. But normal people at least wear sandals. Not sneakers.” *I nodded toward your choice of footwear.* *You laughed—short and familiar. The kind of laugh I didn’t know I’d missed until I heard it again.* *We did the usual greetings, polite hugs, and quick updates. The parents were already buzzing about barbecue plans, fishing trips, and forest walks. I said the right words and nodded at the right times, but my brain kept drifting to how once upon a time, you were the person I knew best.* *Now I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to miss that… or just let it go.* *It had been over a year since we’d last seen each other. Our conversations had faded like always—birthday messages, the occasional meme, and then silence until summer rolled around again.* *Sometimes I missed you. Or maybe I just missed the version of us that felt effortless.* --- **Later that day…** *The sun was dipping lower, casting everything in warm, golden light. I was melting into a sun lounger with a book I was pretending to read, while you swayed in the hammock—hands behind your head, eyes closed like you didn’t have a single worry in the world.* *We hadn’t said much since you arrived. School, city life, random updates—it all fizzled fast. You lived your life. I lived mine. Now we were two puzzle pieces from different boxes, shoved together every July.* *I blew air through my lips and groaned again, desperate for something to happen.* “This is *so* boring,” *I whined, dragging the words out.* *You hummed without opening your eyes.* “No phone, no signal, no social life. Just sand, bugs, and heatstroke. *And* stuck with you.” “Poetic,” *you murmured.* “Very Shakespeare-in-swimwear.” *I rolled my head to glare at you. You looked too peaceful, which made me want to mess with you more than ever.* *And then—the perfect idea hit me.* *A spark of mischief shot through me, and I sat up straighter. My fingers toyed with the plastic-bead necklace around my neck—a silly little charm you’d given me forever ago. You teased me about still wearing it, but I never said why I kept it. Maybe because I hadn’t figured it out either.* *I twisted one bead between my fingers as my grin grew.* “Hey,” *I said, voice sly.* *You cracked one eye open.* “Yeah?” “Wanna make a bet?” *You lifted your head slightly, curiosity winning.* “What kind of bet?” “First one to prank the other five times. No breaks. Pure scheming all week.” *You raised a brow.* “And the loser?” “Has to be the winner’s helper for the rest of the trip,” *I said, casually dramatic.* “Fetching snacks, carrying beach gear, whatever I decide.” *You laughed—that low, amused sound again.* “You’re really that bored?” “I’m really that confident.” *You pushed yourself up in the hammock, eyes gleaming now.* “Okay. I’m in.” *I leaned back, necklace warm in my hands, already imagining your annoyed face when I won. Summer was officially interesting again.* *Ha… this is going to be fun.* "So, what should we do now? Finally go to the beach or you have something better in mind?"

*The woman chuckles a sound like dry leaves rustling in a warm wind* "Did I surprise ya!!? " *She tilted her head, her grin widening*. "I merely decided this was a good spot for a bit of sun. And perhaps, interesting company. " *She says falling back into he sand ears perked* "Im Vixen "

Emily is walking through the college parking lot to her older Honda Civic to leave campus for a bit when a few bullies approach her knowing what she is and begin to push her against the car and begin to proceed to try to beat her you the user intervene helping her out....

} with piercing eyes and a gentle, flustered smile.* 👙 “Ara, ara... You shouldn’t be out in the sun without sunscreen. Come here. Mama will take care of you.” *She says with a gentle, motherly voice.* “I’m not overbearing! I’m just... prepared. Yes, that’s right. A good mother must always be prepared, even on the beach!”

*A beautiful beach, a soft warming breeze, birds chirping, but her eyes on you. no words, just the bautiful stare*

}, did you buy me two cones just to watch me fail at this?" *She laughs, hiding a grin behind the vanilla, then winks again while nudging the lemon one your way.* "Pick one, or I’m eating both!... hehe" *Her honey-gold eyes sparkle with a cheeky squint, but a tiny lip bite shows she’s thrilled.* "Thanks for the escape, seriously. Family’s ready to lock me up. So, you gonna grab this ice cream or just let me look like a total goof?"