You know I don't see enough de-aged Jazz, it's always the others that get de-aged and Jazz taking care of them. In this I imagine Dani and Damian are in their 20s
Danny moves to Gotham and buys an apartment building.
It was more just a fun project for him to fix up the building, seeing as how after he took over VladCo, and cleaning up operations, Danny was making more money than ever, even after donating to various charities. So yeah, he was bored and just wanted to get his hands dirty and personally repair the appartments.
Once everything was fixed up, he opened the appartments for rent. He didn't really want to charge people, especially in such an area as Crime Alley, but not charging someone rent is way more sketchy than just asking them to pay whatever they could or wanted to. He ended up just setting the money aside to use on the appartments should it need any upgrades or repairs. He doesn't only take money either, while he denies "physical" payments and/or narcotics, he'll take lessons, like the man in 2B teaching him to sew, or the woman in 5A teaching him how to cook, or the two kids who give him very interesting shiny rocks as payment, there was even a few people who paid by cleaning the appartment building's shared places. One teenager paid rent one month by giving Danny a pair of sickly black and white kittens they found outside(they're named Casper, and Specter, and they're the Building's Managers in Pest Apprehension, and Danny loves them).
Because the appartments are so close to where the working girls/boys run, they make up most of his tenants, so Danny asks them to not bring clients back to the apartments, its dangerous to let their clients know where they live, especially because there are other tenants, including children, in the building so its a safety risk. They all agree, they don't really want their clients knowing where they live anyway.
Some do get stalkers though, and Danny is quick to get rid of them. Or when burglars manage to break in, Danny stops them before they can take anything, and if he managed to miss the burglar, he'll personally replace whatever was stolen until they could get the original stuff back. (Maybe he should adopt a gaurd dog, at least for the intimidation factor. Cane Corso's are medium sized*, hes sure he could get away with getting something like that. Something to think about later.)
A lot of his tenants say Danny is really kind, but thats not how Danny sees it, and its something he loudly denies. He's a bored rich person who was taking advantage of his wealth. Him providing them a safe place to live, and a little bit of comfort isn't kindness, its basic human decency. He's not some saint who is doing this of his own kind heart, he's a normal guy who was bored and just decided to do something helpful opposed to harmful, and he shouldn't be praised for that.
*Danny's idea of Dog sizes is skewed, to him Cugo is a big dog, anything smaller than that is medium to small to xsmall.
Bonus
-Red Hood(or the bats in general) thinks the appartment building was suspicious. Maybe it was some rich guy just being nice, but outside of Bruce, stuff like that doesn't happen in Gotham. Maybe its money laundering, or its acting as an underground brothel, or the owner is actually a massive creep. Either way, they want to be discreet, they don't want to ruin a good thing for people in need if everything happens to be clean happenings. So, they go under cover, Jason acts like a working boy, Damian is a abused kid/teen on the run, Steph is hiding from a abusive ex, maybe Alfred gets in on it and acts like an old man whos boss just fired him because of with no severance pay?
-Everytime Danny starts to get bored, he buys another building to fix up. Not always appartment building's, maybe a hotel, or an auto garage, or an abandoned building he could gut and turn into rec center. You'd think Danny would be burning through money, but no, somehow Danny's happenings leaked and it was good press because people are buying things from VladCo more and more.
heated rivalry is addicting... i didn't actually know how many fics i read for it until i started tracking for this month...
6mil isnt so surprising since i decided to reread some fics that were 100k-300k but since i've sort've tried to beat each month's w/c... i'm just gonna relax next month, catch up on some needed sleep
Kind of amnesia Damian gets absorbed by the fenton family
Damian gets hit with - something
It scrambled his mind and erased a couple of years from his mind fully makeing him both the best, and the worst version of himself
He remembers parts of his family - his larger than life father and his antics at social events, his "sister" with red hair and another one with black hair, he remembers a brother he used to hate - looking way too much like his father to be comfortable, he remembers an older brother (was it suppose to be brothers? But they both give him the same feeling, and the memory is so fuzzy - he can't really tell- well- it must be A brother in the end)
Battered and bruised he is found by Danny, who thinks he is a clone
And Damian thinks he was always there
Then he starts to speak about a grandfather - and Danny assumed he is actually his brother or a clone(he doesn't bother checking with is it) from another timeline, especially since he seems to call clockwork a grandfather (a joke danny himself often makes bc of a grandfather clock)
So he enlisted some ghosts, moved stuff around, and since jazz moved out her room(with her permission!) became Damians, and Danny gaslit his family in to thinking they forgot another child again (Fentons think about checking for dementia but ended up forgetting to do so bc they adhd so hard they are not even bothered by anything anymore)
How amnesia made Damian worse, you ask?
Damian doesn't remember Danny (who he mixed up with Tim) having good martial arts experience (he remembers him being hurt)
So he started to protect him
From bullies
From ecto entities (such as hot dogs, who are not truly ghost)
From bad grades
From harsh words
From insects
From weather ...
So he might've become too protective, too involved, but god if his brother got even a scrape he turned murderous
For a year he grew closer and closer to his family, a single little phrase at a time - "i love you" and "i am proud of you" tied him to Fentons so close it actually turned scary
And while Wayne love was also true, it hurt on every step,
To give, to receive, to go blind from it - so when Batman came to their doorstep
Damian Wayne had never experienced true suffering before.
Then the new veterinarian opened across from the animal shelter he volunteered at.
He was kind to every animal.
He hand-fed injured pigeons.
He let ugly three-legged cats climb onto his shoulders during appointments.
He wore oversized sweaters with paw prints on them.
AND WORST OF ALL—
He was the most beautiful person he had ever seen in his entire twelve years of existence.
Not regular pretty either.
No.
Universe-ending pretty.
Like “ethereal being accidentally trapped in human form” pretty.
Like “Greek gods would start drama over him” pretty.
Like “why is there sparkles around him when he holds baby rabbits” pretty.
And unfortunately— the veterinarian was approximately ancient.
As in TWENTY.
Which meant Damian could not even emotionally justify his feelings because Grayson would never let him hear the end of it.
So instead Damian did the mature thing.
He decided Drake needed to marry him immediately.
Tim Drake was dragged to the animal rescue at 7:12 AM against his will.
Tim: “Damian it’s SATURDAY.”
Damian: “There is an emergency.”
Tim, half asleep: “Is someone dying?”
Damian: “Potentially my future happiness.”
Tim: “…what.”
Damian shoved him through the clinic doors dramatically.
And that’s when Tim saw him.
The veterinarian looked up from where he was bottle-feeding an injured kitten.
Messy white hair.
Blue eyes.
Oversized hoodie under scrubs.
Tiny paw-print bandaid on his cheek.
Surrounded by like six different animals at once like a Disney princess blessed by God personally.
Tim:.............................
Damian watched the soul leave Drake’s body in real time.
Hook.
Line.
Sinker.
Excellent.
Danny: “Oh! Hi! You here to volunteer?”
Tim: *Buffering*
Damian: “This is my older brother Timothy. He is single.”
Tim: “DAMIAN—”
Danny blinked. Then smiled. Tim nearly hit cardiac arrest.
Danny: “Cool. I’m Danny.”
Tim, internally: Danny. Danny. His NAME is Danny.
Damian could literally SEE the moment Drake got attached.
It was disgusting.
Five minutes later:
Tim was holding three puppies.
Danny was laughing at something he said.
Damian was sitting nearby with the satisfaction of a man orchestrating political warfare successfully.
Grayson arrived thirty minutes later and immediately sensed evil.
Dick: “Why is Tim staring at that veterinarian like he just witnessed the second coming?”
Damian, calmly feeding a rabbit: “The plan progresses smoothly.”
Dick: “The WHAT.”
Meanwhile Jason wandered in, took one look at Tim, and started cackling.
Jason: “OH MY GOD. Replacement’s got a crush.”
Tim: “I do NOT.”
Danny, from across the room: “Tim can you hand me the antiseptic?”
Tim: already halfway across the clinic before the sentence finished.
Jason collapsed against the wall laughing.
Steph found out in under 24 hours.
Steph: “So let me get this straight. Damian found a pretty vet, realized he was too young, and reassigned the crush to Tim?”
Damian: “Correct.”
Steph: “And Tim actually fell for it?”
Damian: “Drake has the survival instincts of wet paper.”
Tim, in the background, googling: “How to impress veterinarian ethically.”
Bruce found out three days later when Tim voluntarily woke up before noon to “visit the shelter.”
Bruce: deeply concerned (i would be too)
Alfred, meanwhile, had already figured everything out.
Alfred: “Master Damian appears quite invested in Master Timothy’s love life.”
Bruce: “…why.”
Alfred: “Because the young veterinarian resembles a woodland fae creature specifically engineered to appeal to your sons.”
Bruce: “…I see.”
Alfred: “Frankly, sir, I’m surprised Master Jason has not proposed yet as well.”
Jason, walking by:
“I’M THINKING ABOUT IT.”
The worst part?
Danny genuinely WAS Tim’s exact type.
Sleep-deprived disaster? Check
Kind to animals? Check
Looks like he hasn’t slept in three business days? Check
Accidentally funny? Check
Mysterious weird vibes? Check
Probably haunted? Check
Tim never stood a chance.
Damian watched the disaster unfold like a proud parent.
Because if HE couldn’t marry the Goddess of a vet—then at least he could secure visitation rights through Drake.
Jason is just chilling in a safe house at home when an ominous swirling green portal opens in the middle of his living room and several beings with giant eyeballs for heads pull a trussed up teen through.
Freaky eyeball: "Congratulations, revenant, you have been chosen to be the abom- I mean... the halfa's new guardian."
Jason: the fuck did he just call this kid?!
The eyeballs then promptly leave, the teen still trussed up in the middle of his living room. Jason unties the kid and sets about interrogating the kid because wtf. Jason finds out:
Kid's name is Danny
He's 15
He has no family or home to return to
He is a half ghost and has all the ghost powers that come with that.
Jason had an older brother once, his name was Danny, he was 15 when he died. Jason looks at Danny: black hair, blue eyes, simmering rage, gaunt corpse-like features. Yeah, this could work.
"Roy! I need a favor. I need you to hire someone to dig up my brother's coffin and transport it out of Gotham and, this is important, it needs to be super obvious until it's out of Gotham. Then Batman needs to lose all trace. Got it? Good. Okay kid, you need to turn invisible and stay invisible while I go steal a plane."
Cut to Batfam PoV, where Jason suddenly leaves town with no explanation, then the next day his older brother's corpse gets stolen ("Jason had an older brother?!") which Bruce fears is a sign their IDs have been compromised. They try to figure out what's going on but the corpse trail goes cold outside Gotham and Jason isn't answering any calls. He's all over Eurasia, fighting all kinds of people, even ending up in a few LoA bases. He finally stops at Nanda Parbat (to intro Danny to the remnants of the All Caste, but the batfam doesn't know that) before stealing yet another plane and heading back to Gotham.
"Hey everyone, this is my big brother Danny. No, we will not be taking questions at this time. C'mon, Danny, I'm exhausted, let's go home."
Ancient of Space!Phantom who can, and does create planets, as well as stars, asteroids, ect. Its part of his job and he remembers every single thing hes ever created. But, he remembers Krypton the most, and with great fondness.
Krypton was the first planet Phantom ever created. He had so much fun, and since it was his first, he put so much care into it. He cried when the first signs of life took form- but after creating the planet, Phantom could no longer directly interfere, he could only watch.
Phantom was so sad when Krypton was destroyed, and he thought all of the inhabitants were dead. He mourned the Planet and the life it held for a long time. When he eventually met the Supers, and smelled Krypton clinging to them, he openly wept. Phantom immediately picked them all up, and cradled them in his arms like they were his babies, chirping happily that some fragments of his beloved First Creation still existed.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov
Characters: Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov, Yuna Hollander, David Hollander, Anya | Ilya Rozanov’s Dog, Ottawa Centaurs Team Ensemble (Game Changers)
Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Fluff and Humor, Light Angst, Crack Treated Seriously, Explicit Sexual Content, Outing, Hopeful Ending, Idiots in Love
Summary:
They knew that, to get married, they first had to make themselves known. The announcement, the lead-up, every detail had been choreographed to feel theirs and theirs alone.
But now… it’s all out. Not on their timing. Not on their rules.
Or: Shane gets outed, and because of their rivalry, the media takes it as proof that Ilya’s homophobic.
Look, I generally don't write fanfiction. I read a hell of a lot of it, but I don't write it. That said, this showed up almost complete in a dream, and I woke up just before I hit the publish button, so...
Jack Fenton had a ... complicated relationship with his family. He knew that his father was once The Flash, and he knew that his father had to give up his connection to the Speedforce due to something called the Black Flash. His Dad never went into details, but what Jack knew was this: the Black Flash was some form of ghost that hunted his father whenever Dad got fast enough, and 'fast enough' kept getting slower and slower, until one day Dad was doing chores around the house and that was enough to put him within arms reach of Baby Jack. After that, Dad found a way to sever his connection to the SpeedForce and retired the Flash, letting some time travelling kid from the future take up the role. Whatever. He had his Dad. But... he just couldn't stand the way his father would look at him sometimes! It felt like Dad was blaming HIM for every person who died because Dad was no longer the Fastest Man Alive. In a search for identity away from that, he went to the gym, if he was built like a brick wall instead of a speedster, maybe that would help?
Then he met Maddie Waller in University, smart, driven, everything he ever wanted... and his Dad said Absolutely NOT, not Amanda Waller's daughter, son you don't know what you're doing! And that was that. When they got married, he went back to a grandmother's maiden name, a new start for both of them.
Now, looking at his son glitching at the edges, bone white hair, pressing a hand to his side with glowing green liquid oozing out between his fingers and begging them to stop, that he's still their son... Jack wonders if Black Flash had found them after all. Jack lowers his gun. His wife... does not. Then everything gets really, really slow. That's. HIS. BOY.
Shrugging one shoulder far more casually than he possibly feels, Ilya says, “I like both. Is secret, okay?”
“Okay,” Hollander says.
He doesn’t say anything else. The air’s so heavy around them that it feels like being in the middle of a scrum, the weight and heat of all those bodies pressing down on you. Danger always feels like hockey; it’s the most dangerous thing Ilya knows, except for this. Everything dangerous in his life involves men’s bodies and just how close he can get to them. Closer than he probably should.
Nobody knows why Shane Hollander dropped out of the 2009 draft at the last second, and a year later it stuns the whole hockey world when he's signed by the Boston Raiders. Having the two biggest stars in the league on the same line is great for Boston - but playing alongside their worst rival was never exactly in Shane or Ilya's plans. Especially not when staying away from each other starts to feel just as impossible as getting along.
I feel like some people need to relearn Genre Expectations... "Man, this tragedy sucks!!! Why didn't they just do XYZ, then everything could have ended happily!!" well, then it wouldn't be a tragedy, would it. "Man, this lighthearted teen romcom is terrible, it's so sappy and unrealistic!!" Well, yeah. If it had been gritty and dark, it wouldn't have been a lighthearted romcom, would it. Is the writing actually bad or are you just trying to order a milkshake from a Home Depot
“Is the writing bad or are you just trying to order a milkshake from a Home Depot”
I feel like that should be the canned response to anyone who complains in your fic’s AO3 comments about the [thing] when the [thing] is clearly tagged.
fandom etiquette as a whole died when people who didn’t grow up on fandoms became stans during lockdown, yes, but why am i seeing people openly mocking fics on twitter. why am i seeing screenshots of fics with captions like “bro what is this 😭.” why am i seeing people mock fic writers for not knowing how sports or theater or college or any other organization operates in the real world.
“college is absolutely nothing like this” “why are we writing four people on the team scoring a hat trick in one game” “so tech work is nothing like this, hope that helps!”
if you don’t like a fic, and if you can’t suspend your belief enough to enjoy a fic that exaggerates or ignores real-world orgs, you don’t have to read it. you don’t have to screenshot it and put it on blast for twitter. you don’t have to post a link to it in the replies. the back button is literally there on your phone. it’s not giving baby’s first fandom anymore, it’s giving entitled asshole and it isn’t as cute as you think it is.