Oswald Cobblepot

Jonathan wakes up to a new world, new memories, and old friends. What do you do when everything you've ever known is turned on its head? Jonathan's answer is 'find someone else dealing with the same damn thing and complain to them about it. Loudly.'

AKA: I hate Absolute Batman. So I thought to myself 'what if the characters suddenly had the memories of their more-or-less main counterparts (albeit a bit softened), and hated the Absolute universe as well?'

Ten of Arkham's inmates are forced to become teachers as part of an experimental new therapy program. They live and work at a highschool, with proximity collars that won't let them leave the premises.

This is their group chat.

A place to describe my ideas for a Batman reboot, with the hopes of eventually turning them into a long-form fic.

First chapter: A poem about Batman and his Rogues. Dark is not always evil, while light is not always good.

The Iceberg Lounge is many things. To some, it's a silly theme club. To others, it's the center of a vast criminal organization. To Gotham's wealthy, it's a lovely place to bring a date or catch a show.

To Gotham's freaks, it's a haven.

(Points if you know which song I'm pulling the fic name and chapter titles from).

The Rogues have a group chat. An incorrect quotes-chat.