#dd:start

it had seemed so sudden, that was the one thing diana could come to terms with as she attempted to unearth what had happened in her scattered thoughts. she had awoken dazed, feeling as though she had been throw through several cement walls, her ears RINGING loudly as she tried to compose herself. shield in hand, diana had quickly brought herself back to a standing position, calling out to a figure she could see far from her. “who ARE you and why are we here ?” she asked demandingly. 

what a shame it is to say ivy had never been so happy to watch people scrambling for shelter in the same, overcrowded building !! what a shame it is to say that she didn’t really mind collapsing buildings, much less the people they took with them !! after all, it could’ve been her... but it wasn’t. before, everybody was able to hole up in their comfortable homes or lofts; now, they were all being forced out of their comfort zone – forced to either rub elbows with the same greasy man all day long, or forced to venture out every now and again... and who wanted to do that ?? after everyone was forced to see what their city had come to ?? after everyone caught a glimpse into the future of gotham’s natural life ?? who, pray tell, would want to do that ?? ...apparently the person whose footsteps could be heard behind her. suddenly feeling like the all-knowing being in gotham, with grand confidence, ivy said, “ it’s only a matter of time until the entire world looks like this. the future is bleak, isn’t it ?? ”

ZOMBIES. of all the things that could’ve occurred in gotham, raven never would’ve expected the resurrection of the dead to be one of them. even she, an actual demon with an alien friend, found herself in disbelief as she heard the newscaster on the tv inside the coffee shop she frequented speak of it. she saw one moments later, and then they didn’t stop coming. all of them —  revolting little creatures. while most others were running, screaming, or watching from their windows, raven blocked them out and knew what she had to do. she ran into the nearest alley, took out her cape that had previously been kept safely inside her book-bag ( for this reason exactly ), and slipped it on. she hid the bag behind a dumpster, and ran back into the street. they seemed to be everywhere. raven watched with a neutral expression, unsure of where to begin. she didn’t have much time to decide; one ran right at her. of course, she fought him off, and did so well, but after he had been pinned by a dumpster lid ( yes, the same dumpster that hid her possessions ), she wasn’t certain on her next action. should she kill him? no, no, that’s MURDER, right? he was once human, after all. even if she was going to end him, how? raven hated asking questions, she hated not knowing what to do. and yet, there she stood, using telekinesis to hold the zombie down, looking for the first person who appeared stable enough to help. when she saw them, she wasted no time in asking, face deadpan despite the emotions flowing through. confusion, annoyance, slight humiliation. “ what do you think my best course of action is here? preferably before another one comes up and tries to eviscerate me. ”

the internet had been in and out, so reports and recordings of attacks and the undead in action were few and far between, which meant that barbara had to turn to her favorite resource - her books. there was a significant lack of research done on zombies - a genuine shocker to barbara given the level of unconventional and supernatural activity within gotham - and it was starting to grate on barbara’s nerves. at the moment, she was having to rely on myth, narrative, and theory to prepare for an actual fight. at the moment, she wasn’t too impressed by what she’s found. barbara had positioned herself near one of the town hall’s high rising windows, facing the city as her gaze flickered from her laptop to attacks and storms that raged around her home. she didn’t glance up when a shadow fell over her, merely voicing her thoughts aloud. “ ignoring the whole hungry for brains bit, everyone seems to agree that the best way to kill one of these things effectively would be a blow to the head. jury’s still out on if their dna is toxic or not.. ” she trailed off, eyes still trained on the screen before her as she typed away at her notes.

“ --- so you’re telling me you have no idea who i am?” tony balked, staring down the young boy he had just reunited with his mother. this was a first, definitely. iron man was a household name, in yet this little boy looked at him as if he was just some strange man in a halloween costume. “iron man. you know, billionaire, genius... avenger. saved the world more than a few times. really, kid?” oh, this was going to do some MAJOR damage to tony’s ego. 

amidst all the panic, the heroes of gotham were far more preoccupied with the looming demise of humanity than the petty crime that was carried out by the lowest of gotham - meaning her old haunts on the east end were once again booming. an individual by the name of harrison had almost completely taken over the food supply on the east end, meaning that selina was now quite close and plotting the demise of said individual named harrison. she had been sneaking food to some of the children ever since she lured him into her bed - something that he was seeming to catch onto and forced her to be more careful than usual. everyone was just so paranoid during such insanity. it made her scheming more difficult - but not impossible. one of her favorite kids - louisa, a tiny, scrappy thing that cared for her cats when selina was otherwise occupied - had just slipped out the back door after she shot the cat burglar a look. 

— HONEST TO GOD, when gwen opened her eyes this morning afternoon, she really did think it was going to be a good day. the sun was shining, her back felt relatively fine despite sleeping on the floor of a dirty town hall, and, not to mention the greatest perk, the smell of THE FLESH-ROTTING UNDEAD no longer filled the streets. TRULY, it felt like her luck was finally turning.