The air in the Narrows was colder than usual, the wind cutting through the crumbling alleyways like a knife. Taylor adjusted the scarf around her masked lower face, fingers tightening around the gr...
2025-02-04 12:05:51 +0000 UTC View PostThe stories spread like wildfire.
A monster in the heart of the continent. A nightmare of flesh and shadow that walked like a man but devoured parahumans like an animal. Villages wiped off th...
2025-02-03 12:32:32 +0000 UTC View PostThe lunch crowd had settled in, filling the diner with the steady hum of conversation and the clatter of silverware against plates. Contessa stood near the entrance, studying the seating arrangemen...
2025-02-03 12:22:11 +0000 UTC View PostThe lunch rush had died down, leaving the diner in a comfortable lull of clinking silverware and quiet conversation. Contessa wiped down the counter with efficient, mechanical movements.
Denn...
2025-02-02 07:28:02 +0000 UTC View PostSomething was wrong.
Taylor had spent the past few nights on patrol, listening, watching. She had expected the gang war to keep escalating in the usual way—more shootouts, more turf g...
2025-02-01 10:08:16 +0000 UTC View PostThe Narrows had taught Taylor a lot over the past few months—how to move unseen, how to fight without powers, how to build something out of nothing. But it had also exposed her weaknesses.
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2025-02-01 08:47:44 +0000 UTC View PostThe man at the counter had been sitting in the same spot for exactly forty-two minutes and seventeen seconds.
In that time, he had done the following:
– Ordered a black coffee.
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2025-01-30 21:43:13 +0000 UTC View PostThe diner’s morning rush came and went, leaving behind the usual aftermath—crumbs on the tables, spilt coffee on the counter, the faint scent of burnt toast hanging in the air. Contessa wiped d...
2025-01-30 19:03:02 +0000 UTC View PostThe Narrows had never been safe, but now it felt like a battlefield.
Taylor stood on the rooftop of a dilapidated apartment building, her gaze sweeping across the streets below. Shadows stret...
2025-01-30 07:55:49 +0000 UTC View PostThe reason why updates are slowed for The Brave And The Bat is that I have a beta reader, and I'm trying to get them caught up with me. I apologise for any inconvenience this causes; I will be back...
2025-01-30 05:24:40 +0000 UTC View PostAsh hung heavy in the air.
No. 9 crouched low in the grass, his glowing eyes reflecting the distant flames licking at the night sky. This settlement was different from the others. He could fe...
2025-01-29 22:11:15 +0000 UTC View PostIn the meantime, the following fanfiction will only be available for selected tiers—Story Enthusiast, Literary Partner, and Commissions (10k-words):
- Contessa Doesn’t Understand: Updates...
2025-01-29 06:15:40 +0000 UTC View PostThe plan was simple.
Find a town—somewhere small but not suffocating, quiet but not isolated. Get a job, something low-maintenance, preferably with little social interaction. Settle into a ...
2025-01-29 06:00:21 +0000 UTC View PostTaylor crouched behind the razor wire topped chain-link fence that surrounded the abandoned factory in Gotham’s Industrial District, her breath steady despite the cold bite of night air off the A...
2025-01-28 10:43:50 +0000 UTC View PostTaylor sat cross-legged on the floor of her room, the malfunctioning device from Penguin’s warehouse laid out carefully on a tattered blanket in front of her. The cylindrical device looked innocu...
2025-01-26 14:01:39 +0000 UTC View PostThe stars above glittered coldly as No. 9 prowled silently through the savannah, his massive frame strangely graceful for its size as his claws traced faint furrows in the dry earth, his predatory ...
2025-01-26 07:28:01 +0000 UTC View PostNo. 9 emerged from the rift with a low growl, his massive frame slamming into unfamiliar ground. Dust billowed around him as he staggered to his feet, his claws digging into the soil for support, h...
2025-01-26 07:26:39 +0000 UTC View PostIn one of his dimly lit offices, Oz Cobb—better known as the Penguin—sat behind his polished mahogany desk, a thick cigar clenched between his teeth. Smoke curled lazily through the air, mingli...
2025-01-24 20:35:07 +0000 UTC View Post
The warehouse was an unassuming structu...
2025-01-24 07:29:57 +0000 UTC View PostThe Narrows never truly slept. Even in the dead of night, the faint hum of activity echoed through its winding alleys. Conversations murmured through cracked windows, distant arguments rose and fel...
2025-01-24 05:40:47 +0000 UTC View PostGreg shuffled nervously through the clearing in the woods behind Winslow High, his sneakers scuffing the ground as he glanced over his shoulder for the hundredth time. The quiet rustle of leaves wa...
2025-01-22 11:51:55 +0000 UTC View PostArc one of The Brave and The Bug is done, so while I work on getting the second arc ready, I have a lot of free time on my hands. I'll try to complete Why Am I A Slime?—an underrated story I want...
2025-01-21 08:58:18 +0000 UTC View PostThe dojo buzzed with quiet energy as Taylor stepped onto the worn mats, her muscles still sore from the previous day’s session. She knew she shouldn’t be training every day—Ted had even menti...
2025-01-21 08:46:12 +0000 UTC View PostIt started with rumors—whispers of a growing conflict between Penguin and Black Mask, two of Gotham’s most notorious crime lords. Their rivalry wasn’t new, but this time, the stakes seemed hi...
2025-01-21 04:56:01 +0000 UTC View PostGreg woke up to the sound of bickering.
"Honestly, Ruby, could you not swing Crescent Rose around in someone else's mental space?"
"It's not like I meant to hit anything, Wei...
The rhythmic sound of fists striking a heavy bag echoed through Grant’s Gym, each impact sending a faint shudder through the worn-down equipment. Taylor worked through the repetitive motions, her...
2025-01-20 08:50:43 +0000 UTC View PostGreg Veder was having what he could only describe as the worst day of his life, and considering his usual streak of social disasters and unrelenting mediocrity, that was saying something.
It...
The small dojo was easy to miss, tucked between a shuttered laundromat and a pawn shop with a broken neon sign. The faded wooden sign above the entrance read Grant’s Gym, the let...
2025-01-18 10:22:52 +0000 UTC View PostThe sounds of the Narrows were a constant backdrop as Taylor sat cross-legged on the cold floor of the small room Marla had let her use. It was spartan—just a threadbare mattress on the floor, a ...
2025-01-17 11:22:00 +0000 UTC View PostTaylor had spent the past week slowly becoming part of the community here, a mix of families, single parents, and people who had nowhere else to go, all banding together to survive in the Narrows. ...
2025-01-16 18:24:58 +0000 UTC View Post