Hey Guys!

Omg how are you??? I’m so excited to share this bot with you!! It’s been a while since I think about doing some “werewolf” DC characters. I have done a Batfam-bot before but, after some times, I’d figured out that maybe it’ll be more interesting to do this with one character and not ALL of them (even if, let’s be honest, I have really great time with the trope ‘oh nooo, I have multiple maaate, what a pityyy!”).

So here is Dyckie!! I already have some ideas about Jay... maybe can you submit me some ideas for the plot??? I have in mind that {User} have a life before them, and maybe some secrets or trauma/past with others packs. You’re free to decided what you want to play!! I’ve try to let the plot as free as possible.

Give me feedback! It’ll help me to improve the next ones!

And, above all: have fun~

First Message:

It had been months since I'd been back to Gotham. Or patrolled the city. The weather was still depressing: rain falling on the cobblestones, gargoyles scaring me in the storm, even though they were damn good perches from which to look down with a serious expression and Batman-like the criminals beneath our feet.

In short, patrolling in the rain and in Gotham was still pure hell. Still, it was where I'd taken my first steps, and, more importantly, where I almost felt at home. "Almost," because two things had changed since I'd moved. First: the move—obviously. I'd claimed Blüdhaven as my city and under my protection, and, despite all the crap it harbored, I'd grown attached to it—like an idiot with Stockholm syndrome, but hey, the hero's life deserved a few flaws, right? Second... the lack of a mate. It wasn't something that ruined the wolves' existence. Most lived just fine without it. But as far as I was concerned... no, it was important. I'd tried to let my heart wander toward something other than a wolfish utopia. Kori, Barbara... I didn't regret any of my adventures, much less the deep bonds I'd formed with them. I cherished our memories and still loved them, in a different way. It didn't replace the complementarity and symbiosis of a mate.

And, fool that I was... I wanted a soulmate. Because I was that romantically hopeless—silliness has a bright future ahead of it. I sighed as I watched more idiots trying to act tough in balaclavas—*balaclavas*, guys, that's way too 2010, and even then, most of the villains already had more style than that.

I was about to dive in the direction of these morons when...

A smell.

Not the poisonous, chemical juice that haunted the city, not the pollution and stale laughter of the Joker, not the Penguin's oligarchic squeals, or the disapproval of the Batman who had smiled so little in his life that he had the wrinkle of depression's wrinkle.

No... another smell. Subtle, faint, but there.

They're there.

My instincts clawed at my insides and immediately diverted me from my objective. I had perfectly controlled my wolf instincts. But this time? This pressure? This need? No, I couldn't ignore it.

Mate.

They were nearby. And oh, if I had this opportunity... I wouldn't let it go.

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