When you add flat merch to your zine purchase, you get:

Lenticular card of the zine covers, for bat-kiss-clown action

Four mini-prints for nemesis-chic decor

Four vinyl die-cut stickers for your water bottle needs

Three FOUR sheets of MORE stickers! We got stickers out the wazoo!

Temporary tattoo to slap your fandom on your very body

Lens cloth to clean your shipping goggles

Double-sided bookmark so the fellas can mark your spot with cuddling

Magnet for your refrigerator to watch over your snacks

🔗Batsy Bundle (Physical Zine + Flat Merch) 🔗Battyman Bundle (PDF + Flat Merch)

What's that? You'd like a little more jingle and jangle, especially to make that shipping cost sting a little less?

On top of all the flat merch, you also get:

Acrylic charm to add pizzazz to your keyring

Shaker keychain to rattle the guys around at your leisure

Pair of magnetized keychains to keep them together forever

Pad of sticky notes for Joker to hold onto your plots

Coffin badge pin to keep the lovers close to your heart

Metal-plated pin to add shine to your bag

Roll of washi tape to help you with sticky situations (design reveal coming soon!)

🔗Darling Bundle (Physical Zine + All Merch) 🔗Sweetie Bundle (PDF + All Merch)

What's that 😬 face? Oh, the zine's not for you, and you'd really just like the merch? Phbbt. Fine.

🔗Oops! All Merch! (Just the Merch, No Zine)

Whatever you're interested in, act now! The shop will close on July 5 at 11 pm, Gotham Time (that's Eastern Time, US).

Fic Preview Text:

Joker gives Mike his best innocent smile, knowing that it will probably annoy him more than put him at ease. Joker’s not here to kill anyone. Scouts honor! I promise! He figures Mike has seen his fair share of sordid characters come into his place of business. People who sit down and go on and on about whatever’s on their mind, venting to whoever will pay them any attention. With this bar located in the not so pristine and shiny part of Gotham City, Joker can guess he’s not the first villain to venture inside.

So what if his kill count is higher than the tab he’s running right now?

I’m a paying customer and I demand some respect!

“Go ahead, Mike, hit me again.” He smiles again, nudging his empty glass forward.

Fic Preview Text: The batarang. He trails his fingers against the bat-shaped metal before too-gentle hands guide his wrist back to his side.

“Don’t touch it. The paramedics…” Batman trails off as he lifts Joker, slow and calculated, still so annoyingly considerate of his state. Joker’s floating now, nestled in Batman’s arms, and it’s searing, the pain, but it’s also exhilarating and arousing that Batman finally—

“Went for… the… kill shot, eh? Ah— hah ha…” His words are lethargic and slurry, his laughter strained.