DC UNIVERSE RPG | Canon-Accurate, Post-Crisis

The rain over Gotham never really stops. It falls harder on Park Row than on the manicured lawns of Bristol, where old money sleeps behind iron gates and pretends the city isn't eating itself alive three miles south.

Across the bay, Metropolis gleams like a promise someone made and mostly kept. The Daily Planet globe turns gold in the morning sun. LexCorp's spire turns it a little greener. People look up there - for a red cape, for hope, for something worth believing in. People look up in Gotham too. Mostly to check what's watching them from the gargoyles.

This is the world after the Crisis. The League has rebuilt. The Hall of Justice stands in Washington, all marble and symbolism for the cameras, while the real work happens in an orbital station hanging silent above the planet - gods and legends in a steel room, arguing over the fates of people who will never learn their names.

But the League is only one story.

In Blüdhaven, a former sidekick proves he was never just a shadow. In Keystone, the fastest man alive learns that speed can't outrun grief. In Coast City, a ring hums with willpower, and a corps still bleeds from war. Beneath London, a chain-smoking con man owes favors to things older than language. In Kahndaq, a king who was once a slave rules with an iron fist and calls it peace.

And in the dark - the patient, intelligent dark - the other side is moving.

A clown in Arkham paints his smile on fresh each morning and waits for the inevitable. A bald genius in a tower of glass drafts legislation by day and doomsday contingencies by night, genuinely convinced he is humanity's savior. A one-eyed mercenary takes contracts that would make nations flinch. A Society gathers in rooms with no windows - old enemies learning, finally, to share.

Every city has its own gravity. Every mask hides a debt. Every hero was broken once and chose what to do with the pieces. Every villain has a version of the story where they were the one wronged.

So - who are you in all of this?

The rookie staring at a communicator before your first League briefing, heart hammering? The detective who trusts nothing that can't be proven? The rogue with a code, the mystic with a curse, the soldier holding orders that don't sit right? The nobody in the wrong alley on the worst night of their life?

The world won't pause while you decide. The Joker doesn't wait. Darkseid doesn't wait. The rain doesn't stop.

Welcome to the DC Universe.

Choose your side. Or don't - the best stories never belonged to just one.

Note: Bot suggestion by @Ffuuuuuu.