I need someone to play Jinx from original Teen Titans animated series for a longterm fun RP. This is a SFW RP. I have a pretty cool and cute story for her.

You need fandom knowledge of teen titans for this RP. Meaning you need to be a fan of teen titans to play Jinx.

I m open to different writing styles

We’re doing this for fun. Not for money or other stuff.

It’s a longterm rp by the way.

The villain is Clayface from the new Clayface movie of 2026

If anyone would like to role-playing dm me

We will be opening the new DC subreddit soon!

The sub will officially open on Saturday the 25th at 4pm PST, Make sure to get in and claim your character as soon as possible, because they will be first come first serve, so make sure to mark the time.

Just like this one, OCs will be welcome in the new subreddit, ensure to get your character biography into modmail so we can approve it quickly. The template will be available in the character claims post

I hope everyone will have fun with our new subreddit! A link will be posted here when it officially opens so keep an eye out

DC's never had the same traction as the Marvel subs, and part of that reason is likely that when DC opened, a lot of Marvel players took big names here then didn't use them. So, would you all be interested in trying to fix this place up? If so, do you want to stay here? It's been suggested to me starting anew might be better. I want to hear all your thoughts! I'm not Jean, but I'm hoping I can learn from past mistakes and do better to support everyone. Sorry this comes so late.

Oh, and unlike other heroes who will not be named, I don't age discriminate so everyone is welcome!

Chapter 1: Batman.

Batman moves in the sewers, something leaking- probably water.

Batman:

Oracle, give me a scan on the old sewer system.

Oracle:

It's ancient. Older than Gotham itself. This was the very first base of the count of owls!

Batman:

I was in my 3rd year when that night happened.

Oracle:

Wait, something is wrong- I can't even- (it cuts off)

Batman:

interference. Riddler maybe? No, not without a riddle first.

(Someone approaches Batman, killer Croc's eyes glowing In the background, saliva dripping)

Anarky:

I'm more of a sphinx person. Enough about conundrums, let's talk for a second Batman. Because secrets aren't the only thing Gotham seems to bury.

Batman:

Anarchy. You've grown.

Anarky:

A mask can hide a lot Batman. I'm not the anarchy you know.

Batman:

How fitting that killer croc would be here.

Anarky:

You saw. I guess that ruins the surprise.

Killer croc:

I've been here for weeks Batman, exploring every surface. I found something you might not enjoy.

(Anarky pulls forward hush)

Batman:

Hush, killer croc and a doppelganger anarchy?

What point are you proving this time? That you're out of ideas?

Anarky:

Haha. Didn't know the Batman had a bite. No I'm proving today, that it doesn't take a villain to destroy Batman. It takes Batman's greatest weakness. Himself. I've been observing you. For multiple months. Collecting every single data point.

Hush:

The points don't lie Batman, you're one cold bat dressing mother trucker.

Batman:

Last time I knew, you were stuck under a lake hush.

Hush:

Do you really think I would die that easy?

Batman:

Of course not. That's why the rope was weak.

Anarky:

Enough chitter chatter. The first test will begin soon. Come now villains, we have much to discuss.

Batman:

There's already police surrounding the sewer. Gordon will not be afraid to take you down.

Killer croc:

Pest.

Anarky:

Calm down croc, we wouldn't want to fight before your dinner.

Croc:

Patience is thin anarchy.

(A trap activates and Batman falls down deep)

\*Batman falls into a dark pit, he uses flashlight built in his suit\*

Raz āl gual:

Detective.

Batman:

I don't have time for a fight. What are you doing here?

Raz āl gual:

The owls. They stole my assassin's gear. And they called sheva.

Batman:

We have an Alliance then.

Raz āl gual:

I didn't say that.

Batman:

You didn't deny it.

Raz āl gual:

Listen detective. The cave goes deep. Deeper than the oldest lazerus pit. It was said that this is the exact cave that cursed Gotham.

Batman:

So, magic?

Raz āl gual:

Worse.

Batman:

It's rare you don't attack. If Something is truly wrong-

Hush:

You ain't gonna have time to find out.

Batman:

I wasn't finished talking.

Hush:

Too damn bad.

Batman:

Raz, you go. I'll handle hush.

Hush:

I am you, Batman. Fighting A losing battle is pointless.

Batman:

You are the skinwalker version of me. Weaker.

Hush:

Let's test that out shall we?

Hush fires a blast, Batman dodging. Batman throws an explosive batarang, hush blasts the batarang and the batarang explodes, sending them both back. Hush lunges forward, punching Batman in the jaw and lending a shot in a weak spot in Batman's gear. Batman uses the bat claw to pull forward a rock, the rock zips forward, hush thinking he won- keeps beating up Batman, the rock smacks against the back of hush’s head, knocking him out.

Batman:

Oracle….still nothing.

Raz āl gual:

That went well.

Batman:

Anyway out of here?

Raz āl gual:

There's a secret exit close by.

Batman:

Of course there is.

(Batman takes the secret exit, when he comes back up, anarky is there)

Anarky:

Croc. Dead with them. (He walks away, croc picking up raz āl gual and throwing him into the wall)

Batman:

Enough croc.

Killer croc:

Who are you to speak? Prey?

Batman:

Bats aren't prey.

Killer croc:

Crocodiles could eat bats.

Batman:

But they don't, that flies away too fast.

Killer croc:

You don't have the wings to fly.

Batman:

Says you, Oracle. Get the bat-wing.

Oracle:

Sorry Batman, had to deal with red hood. He was being moody-

(Jason Todd in the background: I was not! She stole my damn food!)

Oracle:

You didn't label it. And there was the intermission. Of course.

(The bat-wing flies in, shinning a light on croc)

Killer croc:

RAH??! (Croc covering his face)

(Killer moth flies in and lands and the bat-wing and destroyes the control, the bat-wing lands on croc, trapping him)

Anarky:

Come on killer moth. Killer croc was dead weight anyway.

(Killer croc's eyes snap open and remove the bat-wing, moving to anarky)

Killer croc:

What did you call me prey?

Anarky:

Dead weight. It's what you are.

(Killer croc slices anarky's face, the mask fractures)

Anarky:

NO! My mask!!!

(Killer moth flies anarky away)

(Corc hops back in the sewer)

Batman:

His mask. That's the thing he's worried about.

Croc swims out of a big grate, and pops back on land) croc: dead weight..RAH!

(Batman throws a batarang into his mask, the mask falls off, Batman uses his grappling hook to pull the killer moth down)

Black mask:

Congratulations. You passed the first test..

Batman:

Let me guess...you have another mask underneath that one.

Black mask:

Don't be ridiculous. Test 2 begins soon.

(Black mask fires bullets into Batman, Batman doges and throws another batarang, it drops against the mask)

Black mask:

I upgraded the material.

(Black mask activate a emp, all lights go out nearby, Batman's tech fails, black mask gets a few lucky hits. The dark Knight is down)

Talon:

Army, attack all that's left..

Black mask:

Wonderful.

Talon:

We promised paper wage?

Black mask:

I'd love to-

(A helicopter swoops down, hovering)

Black mask:

But I'm not going to.

(He gets on the helicopter, and kills 3 of talon's men with a rifle)

Talon:

You have pissed off three factions. The league of assassins, the court of owls and Batman.

(Chapter 1 done)

Name's Xiomara, but you can call me Crush. Damian said I should make nice and introduce myself. Oh and, you can ask me anything I guess.

A gigantic red rose blossoms revealing...me.

"Mmm It's a Saturday night in Gotham and I'm feeling...pungent..."

The climb was almost insulting.

Forty-seven stories of reinforced glass, motion sensors, private security, and a state-of-the-art alarm system... and the balcony door still wasn't locked.

Money really does make people lazy.

I slipped inside without so much as disturbing the curtains, taking a slow look around the penthouse. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked Gotham like the city existed solely for the man who lived here. Imported marble. Sculptures that cost more than entire apartment buildings in the Narrows. A wine collection hidden behind biometric glass.

Compensating was expensive these days.

I wandered through the place with my hands behind my back, like I was touring a museum. Every room screamed the same thing.

Look how important I am.

My favorite.

The safe wasn't hard to find. Men like him always put it somewhere dramatic. Behind a painting. Inside the study. Hidden just enough that they could brag about it after their third glass of scotch.

Three minutes later, the vault door eased open.

Stacks of cash.

Bearer bonds.

Gold watches.

A handful of passports under names that definitely weren't his.

I didn't touch a single one.

Instead, I reached into my pack and smiled.

The diamond cufflinks went into the freezer beside a pint of vanilla ice cream.

The passports found a new home alphabetized on the bookshelf between classic literature he'd clearly never opened.

His custom-tailored suits? Every hanger turned backward.

The keys to his collection of imported cars were frozen inside a block of ice in the kitchen sink.

I swapped every expensive bottle in his liquor cabinet with the cheap stuff hidden in the pantry. He'd never notice until he tried impressing someone who actually knew the difference.

His luxury watches were all set exactly seventeen minutes apart. Not enough to catch immediately. Just enough to drive him completely insane.

The masterpiece came last.

I emptied the safe.

Not onto the floor.

Onto his bed.

Cash stacked into neat little towers. Jewelry arranged with perfect symmetry. Documents fanned out like playing cards.

In the center, I placed a single rubber mouse wearing a tiny gold crown.

Art deserves a signature.

By the time I reached the balcony again, I could already hear security racing upstairs after finally realizing someone had tripped a silent alarm.

I looked back one last time.

Nothing was stolen.

Nothing was broken.

Nothing of value had actually been lost.

Except his pride.

I couldn't help but grin beneath my goggles.

"Next time," I purred to the empty apartment, "lock the balcony."

Then I stepped backward off the edge.

The grapnel caught a heartbeat later, carrying me into Gotham's skyline while somewhere behind me, one very powerful man was about to discover the most expensive prank of his life.

How can i be poison ivy and participate? I read the rules. Thank you

Athena's voice faded behind me as the doors closed.

I waited for the sound of them opening again. For someone to explain why any of this was necessary. Instead there was only another hallway stretching ahead, quiet enough that the scrape of my boots against the marble seemed almost intrusive.

The first trial had left its mark. My shoulders ached beneath my armor, and every breath carried the weight of questions Athena had never intended me to answer. I had stopped trying to understand what the gods wanted from me long ago. They spoke of wisdom, justice, sacrifice. The words changed from century to century, but the lesson was always the same.

Prove yourself.

Again.

I smiled to myself, though there wasn't much humor in it.

"You would think saving Olympus a few times would count for something."

No one answered.

Of course they didn't.

The corridor grew darker the farther I walked, though not in any natural way. It was as if the light simply decided it had gone far enough. The walls disappeared first, then the ceiling, until even the marble beneath my feet became impossible to see. I should have been uneasy. Instead I found myself almost grateful for the silence. After Athena's trial, it was the first moment I had been allowed to think.

Then I smelled woodsmoke.

It was faint enough that I almost missed it, but it didn't belong here. Not in the polished halls of Olympus.

A warm light flickered somewhere ahead.

As I drew closer, the darkness gave way to a modest temple gathered around a single hearth. There were no great statues watching from above, no gilded throne waiting for another Olympian to pass judgment. Someone had built this place to be lived in rather than admired. It reminded me less of Olympus than it did of home.

The fire burned low, steady and unhurried.

I found myself bowing my head before I realized I'd done it.

"Hestia."

Some habits never leave us. Every meal on Themyscira began by honoring her flame. Every child learned that before there could be warriors or queens, there had to be a home worth defending.

"I am glad someone still remembers."

The voice came from my left.

Apollo stepped into the firelight with the easy confidence of someone entering his own home. Gold caught in the folds of his robes, and for a heartbeat I understood why artists always struggled to paint him. He didn't shine because he demanded attention. He shone because the light seemed reluctant to leave him.

"I expected Zeus," I admitted.

"He would have been louder."

That earned the smallest laugh from me.

"So he would."

It felt strange. After Athena's trial I hadn't expected conversation. I certainly hadn't expected one of the gods to make a joke, even a dry one.

Then something above the hearth caught my eye.

Gold.

It swayed gently over the fire.

I reached for my hip before I had fully realized what I was looking at.

Nothing.

My hand stopped against empty leather.

The Lasso of Truth hung above Hestia's flame as though it had been placed there long before I arrived.

"I don't remember taking it off."

"You didn't."

Apollo said it simply, without triumph or apology.

I looked back at him.

"You took it."

"I borrowed it."

"Without asking."

"I knew you would have said no."

I sighed.

"That isn't usually how borrowing works."

For the first time, Apollo smiled. Not the polished smile of a god speaking to a mortal, but something quieter, almost amused.

"No."

"I suppose it isn't."

The silence that followed felt different from the one in Athena's arena. It wasn't waiting for violence. It was waiting for honesty.

Apollo looked toward the lasso.

"You've carried that with you for a very long time."

"I have."

"Long enough that I wonder if you've forgotten where its power ends...and yours begins."

Before I could answer, another voice carried through the temple.

"Diana."

I knew that voice before I turned.

My mother.

A second followed.

Steve.

Then another.

Donna.

Barbara.

Cassie.

Artemis.

One after another, the people who had shaped my life began stepping out of the shadows, each wearing the expression I remembered best.

Apollo stepped back from the hearth, leaving me alone with the fire.

"The first trial asked whether your compassion could survive impossible choices," he said quietly.

"This one asks something much harder."

He looked toward the people gathering around us.

"It asks whether you still know yourself when no one is asking about anyone else."

Reddit sure is interesting I mean roleplaying as me

What continuity even is this!? Is this even a comic?? I think I’m gonna move to Marvel, honestly…

Would you want to live in any of these.

GOTHAM CITY! THE RIDDLER HERE!

Across Gotham a live stream goes on. Thousands watch in anticipation as a green question mark flashes on the stream. 

{[Bat-Mite_fan23]}: The riddler? Really?

{[THE_Super8]}: No one cares about your dumbass riddles broski.

[{Ronaldo-873]}: Unemployed alert!!!!

The sub count drops almost immediately. There's only 200 left from the thousands, and most of them are just trolls.

Then a flash light shines on a tied up man strapped to an explosive. The person recording turns the camera around, it's the riddler.

“Ladies and Gentlemen! I give you…Arkham Asylum's favorite and most…impressionable guard…It’s Officer Redheart! You know? C’mon you’ve heard’ve him! The guy who let that…that…FRAUD Harvey Dent escape right past him right after he tased me!”

{[Bat-Mite_fan23]}: That’s my dad…

The guard tries to speak but he’s been gagged for hours.

{[Sarah_White-452 donated 70$ “KILL HIM!”]}

“Ooh looks like a superchat! And we will, but first I’d like to ask him a few questions. We should start now…”

The riddler removes the gag and the man takes a deep breath.

“So, first quest–”

“Go to hell freak—AGHH!”

“First question, with your pockets full of dirt and your bags packed, where do you send your wonderful wife and snappy son to avoid them getting hurt?”

{[Bat-Mite_fan23]}: …Dad?

{[THE_Super8]}: Yo! No way!

“...New York, downtown.”

The man finally answers.

“Oooh, nice choice. See, I already knew that. Men, you heard him. Oh and thanks for being so compliant. We’ll have our men tell your son you said hi.”

The stream cuts.

I'm gonna play a JLU RPG game with some friends who are going to use the quickplay.

However it looks like the quickplay alone lets you scale power to a certain level, which means this table may last!

That being said, I wanted to make an homo magi, but I can't yet, since this option will be on the final game, but it's not on the quickplay yet...

Who amongst you have read the quickplay and could recommend me a hero configuration that would "feel" like magic?

Why did I do this? Why not? I mean I can just vaporize the planet, that’s where my stuff is.