webAppInput

SceneIdQuery

myProfile

scene

query SceneIdQuery(
  $id: ID!
  $webAppInput: WebAppInput
) {
  myProfile(webAppInput: $webAppInput) {
    ...MyProfile_myProfile
    id
  }
  scene(id: $id) {
    ...Scene_scene
    ...SceneMedias_scene_16LRdq
    id
    order
    rating
    title
    seoTitle
    seoDescription
    isPublished
    isScheduled
    publishedAt
    content
    story {
      ...Story_story
      id
      isMine
      commentsAccess
    }
    prevScene {
      id
    }
    nextScene {
      id
    }
  }
}

fragment JobInfo_job on AiGenerationJob {
  id
  type
  status
  currentStage
  attemptCount
  maxAttempts
  lastErrorCode
  scheduledAt
}

fragment MediaStatusFields_media on Media {
  id
  status
  generationError
  activeGenerationJob {
    ...JobInfo_job
    currentStage
    id
  }
}

fragment MyProfile_myProfile on User {
  id
  name
  email
  isAdmin
  hasEverPaid
  isEmailConfirmed
  isEmailNotificationEnabled
  isTelegramNotificationEnabled
  isTempPassword
  avatar
  cover
  about
  contacts
  support
  telegramId
  vkId
  availableLimits
  frozenLimits
  urlSlug
  topUpPackages {
    id
    price
    currency
    toBalanceLimits
    bonusLimits
    totalCreditedLimits
    USD
  }
  availablePaymentProviders
  aiGenerationCosts {
    plan {
      size
      cost
    }
    characterSuggest
    ideaExpand
    sceneWrite {
      length
      cost
    }
    mediaGenerate
    videoGenerate
  }
  activeGenerationJobs {
    id
    type
    status
    story {
      id
      authorTitle
    }
  }
}

fragment SceneMedias_scene_16LRdq on Scene {
  id
  story {
    id
  }
  mediaAttachments(viewMode: READ) {
    id
    media {
      ...MediaStatusFields_media
      id
      type
      origin
      previewSrc
      mediaSrc512: mediaSrc(size: 512)
      mediaSrc1024: mediaSrc(size: 1024)
      videoPosterSrc(size: 1024)
      userPrompt
      finalPrompt
      rawPrompt
      mediaAttachments {
        id
        story {
          id
        }
        scene {
          id
        }
        character {
          id
        }
      }
      embeddedInScenes {
        id
      }
    }
  }
  sceneCharacterStates {
    id
    character {
      id
      name
    }
  }
}

fragment Scene_scene on Scene {
  id
  order
  displayOrder
  title
  rating
  isPublished
  isScheduled
  publishedAt
  minWaitersToPublish
  waitersCount
  readCount
  content
  story {
    id
    isMine
  }
}

fragment Story_story on Story {
  id
  title
  publicDescription
  type
  size
  narrativeType
  rating
  hasCharacters
  status
  isPublished
  isMine
  publishedAt
  likesCount
  favoritesCount
  displayDirection
  plotGenres
  settingGenres
  moods
  tropes
  displayContentWarnings
  sceneAtmospheres
  publishedStats {
    scenesCount
    wordsCount
  }
  author {
    id
    name
    urlSlug
    avatar
  }
  characters {
    id
    name
  }
  fandoms {
    id
    urlSlug
    translation {
      canonicalName
      id
    }
  }
  myState {
    isLiked
    isFavorited
    isWaiting
    id
  }
  lastPublishedScene {
    id
  }
}


The sedative had dulled the edges of the world, turning the sharp reality of Gotham into a muted, gray smear behind my eyes. Hours had bled away since the clinic where Leslie worked her quiet, methodical magic, leaving me in a state of suspended exhaustion. My limbs felt heavy, weighted by the chemical remnants of her needle, and my heart beat with a slow, uneven rhythm against the cage of my ribs. Beside me, Harley moved with a predatory grace that seemed out of place in these sterile, soul-crushing halls. We walked down the corridor of Arkham Asylum, the fluorescent lights humming with an aggressive, jagged frequency that clawed at my senses. Every step on the cold linoleum floor echoed too loudly, a rhythmic reminder of my own fragility.

I kept my gaze fixed on the back of her head, on the messy, vibrant knot of her blue and red pigtails, the only splash of color in this monochrome purgatory. There was a desperate, tethering quality to her presence; if I were to lose sight of that color, I feared the darkness would simply swallow me whole. The air here was heavy with the stench of antiseptic and old, lingering despair. It was a suffocating pressure, a weight that pressed against my lungs, making each breath feel like I was inhaling dust. My hands, buried in the pockets of my rumpled suit jacket, trembled with a residual shake I couldn't quite contain. I wasn't just tired; I was hollowed out by the lingering phantom of the neurotoxin, a ghost of terror that refused to relinquish its hold on my synapses.

The sedative had dulled the edges of the world, turning the sharp reality of Gotham into a muted, gray smear behind my eyes. Hours had bled away since the clinic where Leslie worked her quiet, methodical magic, leaving me in a state of suspended exhaustion. My limbs felt heavy, weighted by the chemical remnants of her needle, and my heart beat with a slow, uneven rhythm against the cage of my ribs. Beside me, Harley moved with a predatory grace that seemed out of place in these sterile, soul-crushing halls. We walked down the corridor of Arkham Asylum, the fluorescent lights humming with an aggressive, jagged frequency that clawed at my senses. Every step on the cold linoleum floor echoed too loudly, a rhythmic reminder of my own fragility.

I kept my gaze fixed on the back of her head, on the messy, vibrant knot of her blue and red pigtails, the only splash of color in this monochrome purgatory. There was a desperate, tethering quality to her presence; if I were to lose sight of that color, I feared the darkness would simply swallow me whole. The air here was heavy with the stench of antiseptic and old, lingering despair. It was a suffocating pressure, a weight that pressed against my lungs, making each breath feel like I was inhaling dust. My hands, buried in the pockets of my rumpled suit jacket, trembled with a residual shake I couldn't quite contain. I wasn't just tired; I was hollowed out by the lingering phantom of the neurotoxin, a ghost of terror that refused to relinquish its hold on my synapses. «The Monster Under the Cowl», part 5. Fanfiction — DC Universe.

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The Joker's Taunt

Gotham Nights

When Commissioner Jim Gordon is doused with a rogue batch of fear toxin, his world fractures: everyone he trusts becomes a monster, and the Batman himself morphs into a terrifying beast. Lost in paranoia, Gordon's only lifeline is Harley Quinn, who sees this as her chance to escape her past as a punchline. But can Harley navigate Gordon's shattered reality without losing him—or herself—in the process?

The Monster Under the Cowl — The Joker's Taunt

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