The manor was all too silent, too suspicious. Dick crept into the manor after having not heard a single thing in the main room, which is usually occupied by someone. It seemed that everyone was out, which was suspicious, as everyone was indoor if they were in their civilian forms.
He tried to look for a sign of life in the manor, going through the hallways one by one, until he came upon a door whose lights were turned on.
He opened the door just a bit and peeked in. His eyes widened in surprise at what he saw.
"Daddy, Daddy! Look at my new dress. Isn't it pretty?" A little girl spun around in front of Bruce, who was crouched on the floor, his gaze as soft and sweet as cotton candy. Alfred was beside him, taking clothes from mountains of shipping boxes.
The little girl's hair was up in twin tails, with a little yellow ribbon attached to each tail. She was dressed in a black and yellow Batman tutu that looked so adorable on her.
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Immediately, Bruce's eyes darted to meet Dick's and he looked guilty. Dick, having been caught, opened the door wider, making the girl spin around to look at him, then run into Bruce's open arms.
"Don't tell me you got lonely because of an empty nest?" Dick accused, glare only softening when he looked at the girl who looked confused.
"Daddy, who's that?" The girl spun around to look at Bruce, who silently took the hit to the face when her hair hit him.
"....He's your big brother."
"But he's not Dan?"
"There's another one?" Dick mouthed at Bruce. But Dick decided to step up before Bruce decides to make the most stupidest decision ever, like not telling anyone that he decided to take in a little girl as his little sister. How long ago did anyone last visit Bruce, and how long ago did he even take in this girl?
"Hey, there. I'm Dick! What's your name?" He said softly, approaching the two of them. The girl spun around once more, whipping her hair at Bruce's face to look at him, before settling her head on Bruce's neck. Dick had to hold in a coo at the sight.
"I'm Ellie. I'm 3!" She said, holding up her hands for him to shake.
Dick took her little hands, "Nice to meet you."
Dick looked at Bruce, who looked a bit troubled.
"Ellie, could you stay with Alfred for a bit? I have to talk with your big brother." Ellie nodded before reaching for Alfred, who took her to play with the toys Bruce must have bought through express and excessive shipping.
Bruce and Dick walked a bit further away to talk. They were close enough to still be in the same room as Ellie, but still had a bit of privacy to themselves.
"What the hell, Bruce?" Dick immediately whisper-yelled at Bruce, keeping his face still smiling and pleasant so as not to worry Ellie.
"She suddenly appeared in the Batcave through a portal," Bruce explained. "She came in with pajamas and called me 'Daddy'. So I took a sample immediately, and she is mine."
"When did you even conceive her?" Dick asked, a bit disgusted that Bruce, once more, didn't bother using any protection. Thinking back to the timeline, there was no way that Bruce had any relations during that time period.
"I didn't."
"Do you think she was conceived through cloning or like Damian?"
"..."
Dick looked at the girl. If she had been conceived through any of those methods, then she wouldn't be that bright, bubbly girl who was currently giggling as she twirled around and played with her new toys that Alfred had given her.
"It seems so weird looking at him giggling." Steph muttered, "But understandable too."
Jason kept on giggling as he texted his phone, having gotten the boy's number.
"Yeah, I would have kissed him in the mouth for having done Joker, but too bad Jason got to him first." Barbara sighed.
"By the way, you haven't said anything much, Damian." Tim looked to Damian, who was quietly reading a book.
"What else is there left to say?"
All of them were ignoring Dick and B arguing with a Jason who wasn't listening shit to them. Dick was defending Jason while Bruce was protesting about Jason going after a guy who killed Joker.
"What do you mean by that?" Steph looked at Damian, who sighed, as if it was common sense.
"Jason was given the head of his enemy, a fitting gift if one should want to court him." Damian replied.
PING!
All of them looked at their phones for the notification. Jason seemed to have posted something online.
Jason Todd: Does anyone have a good recommendation for a taxidermist?
"Jason!" Bruce scolded him.
"What? Was I just supposed to keep his head in a cooler?" Jason argued.
Almost immediately, there were multiple recommendations, and taxidermists jumped at the opportunity to taxidermy the Joker's head.
Many people also wanted to watch the process and clamoured for a live stream.
"Should I learn taxidermy, too?" Tim muttered, which made Steph snort.
"Tim!" Bruce scolded him next.
Then, Alfred came in with a display case.
"Master Jason, could I recommend using this glass dome to display the head?"
Many cheered when it was revealed. Damian approved of it as it was a beautiful glass case.
"Also, a package for you arrived." Alfred handed Jason a package with multiple 'fragile' marks stamped around the package.
Jason curiously inspected it and picked up the letter addressed to him.
Hey,
So. Uh. This is the heart.
I wasn’t sure if you wanted it, but since I already gave you the head, I thought it might feel incomplete without the rest. Not all the rest, obviously — just the important part. Well, I guess the second-most important part, after the head.
I put it in a jar of preservatives, but if you want to do something else with it, sorry.
Anyway, I thought maybe you'd want to do something with it. Bury it. Burn it. Play football with it. I don’t know. But the jar is really sturdy, and I tested it with a jackhammer.
I guess what I’m trying to say is… I remembered what he said when he thought I was you, and I didn’t like it.
So now he won’t anymore.
Hope this helps.
Danny
Jason just
Swoons
He buried his face in his hands and screamed into them. The others clamoured behind him to read what was in the letter, passing it around for everyone to read.
Steph whistles.
"That's the most awkwardly romantic thing I have ever seen."
Cass nudged Jason to open the package quickly. She looked up at him in anticipation.
Damian just plucked the package and opened it, revealing a heart sitting in a jar of preservatives. He held the heart high above his head to present it to everyone.
"Jason..." Dick sniffled, arms going around Jason tightly who for once let it happen.
Bruce looked at the scene and then sighed. He couldn't be angry at how relieved everyone felt upon Joker's death. He came up to Jason and reached out to squeeze Jason's shoulder. His son, who died at the hands of Joker.
He was so glad that he was able to see him grow up so big.
"I will be paying very handsomely to the taxidermist. You just have to choose who you feel is the best." He murmured.
Tim already stole his wallet from the back of his pocket to take out a card.
"We're using his BLACK CARD!!!" Tim yelled, presenting the card into the air.
Steph wrestled him for the card, and both of them dropped to the ground.
Alfred just side-stepped them to help Dick and Jason to screen for a good taxidermist.
Cass, Barbara, and Damian were just looking at the heart in awe, and they started discussing where the best place is to display both the heart and the head.
Bruce looked at his family. He supposes he should approve of Danny, as this was the first time in so long that everything was peaceful.
Another 'League did not get the message after people tried talking to them about the ghost situation. '
So what does Danny do best if he does not want attention on him, but activate the flame? Conspiracy Theories and Shitposting.
He started arguing with people online that the Bruce-Man ship would never happen because Bruce and Batman are one and the same. When he left Gotham, it was to disguise the fact that Bruce accidentally split into two.
Batman got the more gruffer personality, while Bruce had his pleasant guy personality. Especially if you consider that Bruce Wayne used to be the guy who picked fights and bit people AND was moody in the past. But suddenly, he came back and had a personality change? And seemed a lot more dumber than before.
He must have been hit with the Gotham beam that should have made him into a crazy villain, but the world decided to be nice for once and just split them up so they wouldn't be like Two-Face and retained his sanity. Bruce is the one who restrains Batman, especially since now that they've split, their personalities are more prominent. That is why Bruce is not Batman's Sugar Daddy, but is BRUCE HIMSELF!!
The war that sparked within the fandom was massive, especially since it's not just a long string of text of evidence and facts; Danny put it in a separate post, as it kept on exceeding the word limit. Danny also considered his own situation when he and his ghost self were split up.
Some people tried to defend this ship by saying 'Self-cest exists, so why couldn't the BruceMan ship still live?'
They tried to argue like "What about their kids, then?"
Danny, of course, went, "The Robins are the boys, and possibly some girls, as evidenced by Orphan and Spoiler, that Batman rescued from a cult of assassins! And bc Bruce and Batman are one and the same, they decide to raise them together! But of course, you can't just throw people from the cult to the world without any therapy and adaptation, which is why Batman brings them out at night for their mentality! They must have been in a really bad situation, that vigilantism for Gotham must have been for their mental health, bc now they can do good things!
And since Nightwing could do acrobatic, we do not know if he might even be sometimes substituted by Dick Grayson! It's their bonding activity! Doing acrobats!" Danny laughed at the pun.
Then people started pondering whether the Waynes ever substituted for the Bats occasionally, even as body doubles, or vice versa. The others conspired about the cult of assassins.
But pretty much everyone was in agreement that Dick Grayson and Nightwing bonded through Acrobats, that Dick probably taught Nightwing a lot of his tricks too. The cult of assassins was even more outlandish, but Danny brought up that Damian Wayne seemed very sheltered. It may be just because he was of a different culture, but some Arabs said that some of his habits did NOT fit in their culture. Probably an old one, but nobody really goes THAT old unless they're in a cult.
This brought up the discussion of the differences of cults in different countries and which cults could possibly be the cult of assassins.
Danny laughed as people sent death threats and threatened to doxx him, but he was already halfway dead.
Sooooo, I'm planning to make another story, but this time, the protag is Tucker. I got an inspo from my 'Jason's a 10 while his boyfriend looks mid' story, with these tags: #He sees himself and the other ghosts like in the cartoon#but everyone else sees an eldritch being#amity park contaminated with ectoplasm makes them see ghosts as more humanoid
And so I thought, since Amity Park is -pretty much- an eldritch city, why not make it with others? I haven't gotten an inspo for Sam yet, but Tucker's Pharaoh mode interested me, and soooo.
Any suggestions? Or should I just put him into the Jason/Danny pairing and make it a trio? BC it will be a bit complicated since I dunno when, but I'm planning on making a Sam version, so like what, pop her in there, too?
That's why I need suggestions, please
Pairings
Duke
Jason/Danny
Lmao, give him King Shark or someone furry bc Tucker IS a furry canonically
You know what. After reading a lot of TWST fics, I'm more interested in the 'afters' rather than the 'beginnings'. Because imagine how funny it would be if Yuu, a Japanese, comes back with these brightly colored hair/ dark skinned people just hanging around them when they manage to get back to their world and can just go back and forth.
Imagine the possibilities like:
Some random Japanese looks at the Heartslabyul/Pomefiore colourful crew and asks where they're from. Yuu just makes up the fact that they're from the UK. Technically, it would be the possible choice as it is the closest equivalent.
"Where did you say that they're from?" (Towards Savanaclaw crew)
"Idk, somewhere in Africa"
"How can you forget where they're from?"
"I forgot when they say, and you know how embarrassing it is for me to ask!!"
"Where....are they from?" (Towards Octavinelle group being super weird and not used to it bc they conform to society and these trio are by any means NOT it)
"They're foreigners"
"Yeah, I know, but-"
"They're foreigners"
Or lastly, my fav. Yuu just straight up doest not bother to lie and say the truth of where they're from. I noticed that Japan is kind of like America in a way that a lot of schools do NOT have world geography, and only learn about the prefectures/states.
(I mean, I had a class where the teacher asked where India was, and the ENTIRE class didn't know where it was and pointed to either Africa or Canada (not even anywhere near Asia). The other international student and I just side-eyed each other).
"Oh yeah, they're from --Insert Random Place from TWST--, wait, you don't know where it is?" Then proceeds to gaslight the innocent person who asked because Yuu had been corrupted to Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss by NRC.
When you're a villain but not evil, it just makes you a troublemaker.
Everything is all fine in Amity Park and it's all no thanks to the Justice League. Danny still felt a bit resentful about being one of the many to call for help to the JL, but was dismissed as a prankcaller. Even going as far as to blacklist him and some others who kept on trying to call for help.
In between talking to some of the ghosts in the realm and pondering about the JL, he just got a brilliant idea.
Why not be a villain? He didn't mean anything like killing or anything, but as long as you're on the other side of the law, anything goes, right? It could be as much as jaywalking or something, but no. This was something that was tame. HE WAS GOING TO BE PUBLIC MENACE NUMBER 1!
His plan was to disturb Batman, just as a petty move. For how long? Until he was bored.
Other than that, there was another goal. According to some of the ghosts he talked to, Joker was an attention seeker for Batman's affection, so what better way than to disturb Joker by disrupting Batman to pay attention to Dario the Plumber rather than the Joker?
Tucker was going to help with the technological aspects while Sam was looking for a target. None of them wants to do anything evil, but being public menaces? That's a dream come true for teenagers!
He flew over with his Sam and Tucker to support Gotham and was equipped with a small phone and an earphone to talk with them. On his chest, it was just a D—not DP anymore.
He held still as Sam drew a moustache with her eyeliner on his face.
"Done!" She said, capping her eyeliner before stepping back to look at her handiwork at his appearance. Dressed in a cap that had a D, a white shirt, with a black overall.
Danny uses Mario's typical skillset. Tucker has made it so that the soundtrack for the jump effect will be heard whenever he jumps. He also has the cap from the Super Mario Odessey, but it's actually a modified Booo-merang, so it will always come back to him no matter what.
Sam is the one who plans who to attack. She hates the businesses that destroy the environment, and thanks to her background, she knows what business they are planning to start up next and knows how damaging it will be to the environment with their sketchy phrasing, so she tells Danny who to disrupt and where.
Tucker and Sam dress as Toads to indicate that they are his personal minions. Sam is a purple Toad, while Tucker is just putting on the normal red one
So imagine seeing a dude kick a dog on the street, and then a fake Mario and some Toads come up to beat them like this.
Dario increases his destruction that now the Daddy Bat came out rather than his kids, and now is entirely concentrated on him. When news broke out that Joker had escaped prison, between Joker and Dario, who would Batman chose?
Sam, Tucker, and Danny were all waiting in anticipation, and when Batman ended up delegating Joker to the Robins, the three of them cheered because they got the goal that they wanted: for Joker not to have his wishes of having Daddy Bat's attention on him.
Tucker monitored Joker's reactions online, screenshotting the ones he thought had the best faces. Of course, that was going to be shown later once Sam and Danny came back because he had no muscle, so he's the chair dude now.
As Mario could go through pipes, Danny would shapeshift to fit into pipes and travel that way.
The audio of Mario losing a life would sound out if Danny took a hit, and Danny knew that he had to pretend to lose his life. So he flickered in and out with invisibility and disappeared through the floor, only reappearing through a nearby pipe once more, complete with sound effect. This made the Bats weary of where he could appear.
Then, the most annoying of them all was the hilarious thing that the three of them could think of. Dario spoke in a bad Italian accent. Then Sam followed up with the screeching sound of the Toad's voice.
It irritated many people so much that it almost made Dario break character, especially with Tucker laughing behind the mic. Sam accompanied him on the scene, so she also had to hold in the laughter.
Joker was pissed off and confronted Dario at one point, going to the point of threatening him. But Danny just told him that 'Dario seems to be more important and better at being a villain than the Joker was', which made the Joker lash out, but of course, Dario has many lives.
He just tied up the Joker and brought him to Arkham Asylum himself, encountering the Bats just as he was about to leave.
He looked at them, then at the wrench in his hand.
"I can fix it!"
One of the bats (or maybe some) immediately started shouting at him that's a different franchise.
It left Danny feeling satisfied at annoying them so hard.
When you're a villain but not evil, it just makes you a troublemaker.
Everything is all fine in Amity Park and it's all no thanks to the Justice League. Danny still felt a bit resentful about being one of the many to call for help to the JL, but was dismissed as a prankcaller. Even going as far as to blacklist him and some others who kept on trying to call for help.
In between talking to some of the ghosts in the realm and pondering about the JL, he just got a brilliant idea.
Why not be a villain? He didn't mean anything like killing or anything, but as long as you're on the other side of the law, anything goes, right? It could be as much as jaywalking or something, but no. This was something that was tame. HE WAS GOING TO BE PUBLIC MENACE NUMBER 1!
His plan was to disturb Batman, just as a petty move. For how long? Until he was bored.
Other than that, there was another goal. According to some of the ghosts he talked to, Joker was an attention seeker for Batman's affection, so what better way than to disturb Joker by disrupting Batman to pay attention to Dario the Plumber rather than the Joker?
Tucker was going to help with the technological aspects while Sam was looking for a target. None of them wants to do anything evil, but being public menaces? That's a dream come true for teenagers!
He flew over with his Sam and Tucker to support Gotham and was equipped with a small phone and an earphone to talk with them. On his chest, it was just a D—not DP anymore.
He held still as Sam drew a moustache with her eyeliner on his face.
"Done!" She said, capping her eyeliner before stepping back to look at her handiwork at his appearance. Dressed in a cap that had a D, a white shirt, with a black overall.
Dick, as Robin, huffed in anger, scouting out the rooftops alone as he had ran from Batman after an argument.
Batman thought he was so incompetent because he was still young, Dick would show him for sure when he finds THE kidnapper.
The kidnapper had been showing mostly in poorer parts. Nobody knew if it was a group, but most testimonies either didn't want to talk about it, or they didn't even know that their children disappeared in the first place.
Dick thought, it would be a great idea to show Batman that he was competent by being bait without his help. Dick was still young enough to be one of the targets, either as his civilian form or as Robin, so he could go as either, anyways.
Despite being alone, Dick knows that Batman still has trackers and cameras on Robin, so he could use this as proof so that Batman didn't have to be so annoying with his nagging.
It was kind of chilly in the middle of the night, so Robin huddled on a rooftop, peering below to observe a potential kidnapping.
Batman rushed to the area where Robin was, having just observed him from far when the cameras on him, both visual and audio went fuzzy.
But what he can tell last was Robin screaming in terror. Batman didn't know what exactly did Robin encountered, but whatever it was, he didn't want to be too late for whatever it is.
This was why he kept trying to bench Robin. He didn't want a dead child on his hand, something that was entirely preventable if he was stricter..
The tracker on Robin was also untrackable, so Batman went the classic way of tracing his last whereabouts through the cameras, finding the fuzzyness that lead him to a warehouse.
He slammed open the door to the entrance, weapons ready to attack, but found it empty. But not quite.
Batman cautiously entered into the warehouse, finding transparent glowing people ignoring him. Apparitions? There were so many, and what fo-
He whirled around, feeling that someone was staring at him, only to see an eyeball staring at him.
He threw a Batarang at the eyeball, only for it to pass through. So he decided to launch himself at it, kicking it and punching it, but still it went through the eyeball.
Long glowing green hands extended from the floor and restricted his movements. Batman struggled against the hands, even resorting to biting it, but found that he could not get out of the bindings.
The hands started bringing him somewhere with the eyeball leading. Eyeballs. More and more eyeball started appearing, all to stare at him.
"BATMAN!!!" His head whirled around to spot Robin, safe and unharmed, and most of all, FREE, running towards him.
"It's okay!! Batman is just worried about me!!!" Dick looked at an eyeball.
The eyeball just kept on staring alongside the other eyeballs, but the hands slowly removed itselves from him.
"Batman! I found the kidnapper! And you wouldn't believe it!!!" Dick dragged Batman by the arm, but the adult was firm in place.
"Explain. Otherwise, I'll be telling this to Agent A."
Robin winced and whined.
"That's why!!! I'm dragging youuuuu to show youuuuuu." Robin tilted back while hanging onto his arms.
Batman let himself be led by Robin to a room. And for the first time in a while since his debut as Batman, did he get shocked at something he had never encountered before.
I wrote this in a way that Dick still isn't able to separate himself from 'Robin' and 'Dick' while Batman is able to separate the identities completely.
When Danny was suddenly given the title of Ghost King many things came with it. This included responsibilities, power, and a whole lot of junk.
Apparently no one had cleaned out the castle in millennia and there were thousands of old artifacts ranging from shoddily made blankets to weird glowing gemstones to even archaic weapons. They all had one thing in common though.
Danny wanted nothing to do with any of it.
So when Danny ended up homeless in Gotham after coming out as Phantom to his parents went wrong and he needed to make a quick buck he decided to start up a thrift store. It was two birds with one stone really.
The Bats end up really concerned that someone is supplying the citizens of Gotham with very powerful magic items.
Danny: *sells some bracelets he found in a lead box in the artifact room*
Batman: *wondering how and why the teenage girls of gotham are making friendship bracelets out of kryptonite*
Red Hood: *sees a kid about to be mugged and goes to save him*
The Kid: *pulls out a sword bigger than himself*
Mugger: *runs away*
The Kid: phew I knew this would be worth the 10 dollars
Red Hood: *thinking wtf*
Danny: people really like my junk! not gonna look a gifthorse in the mouth, dunno why though
Also Danny: *selling priceless magic artifacts for less than 20 dollars a pop*
The Bats eventually find out about the thrift shop (lovingly named the Junk Shop by Danny) and try to have it shut down to no avail. Bruce is going gray, but hey, the kid who runs The Shop is a mystery and he's nothing if not a detective.
AHHHHH, I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED MY FIRST DRAFT!!! I accidentally pressed discard ivb2hvour24bfvo3ubrvou4r. I lost motivation for a bit, but I PERSERVERED!!!!
Danny, a newly homeless teenager, wandered around Gotham to sightsee. He wanted to take his mind off the fact that his parents didn't take it too well on him being Phantom, so he distracted himself by looking at the gothic-style architecture and gargoyles, sending pictures of them to Sam who would have loved to come here but couldn't.
Sam and Tucker had wanted to come with him, but he couldn't let them. Both Sam and Tucker had loving families, no matter how much Sam had argued with them on her choice styles, but still, both of their parents loved them. And Danny's parents did too, once, until they learnt that he was Phantom.
Trying to get rid of the depressing thoughts, he continued on wandering aimlessly around the city, not even knowing what to do. Danny didn't want to spend the money Sam shoved on him into his pants before he left Amity, feeling guilty as it was her money.
Within the few hours he wandered, he encountered five different crimes, all of them not even the same type of crime, which shocked him. He wanted to do something to help, but he didn't know what to do. But it reminded him: Wasn't there some junk in the Ghost King's Vault, or something? There should be something in there that's not cursed, right?
So he popped into the Ghost Zone, and spent overnight sorting as many junk as he can.
Danny decided to open a shop! Well, he didn't have the money to open a brick store, but a stall should be fine, right? He laid out a ratty but secure-looking blanket on the ground and showcased his products.
A few swords, some other blankets he found, and some useful jewelries and trinkets he knew that could protect the others.
He also found some shiny, pretty green stones that he threw into a sewing kit (cookie tin can) that he found in an unattended trash can, and there doesn't seem to have any harm, well, if it didn't kill him or hurt him, it should be fine for the others, right?
Wait, how much was any of these going to cost? 10-15 dollars should be fine for a sword, right? Anyone should have a sword because it's cool, so he's going to make them affordable. He's got thousands of these in the vaults anyways. It's not like anyone was going to miss it.
They were all ordinary swords, so that much should be fine.
Blankets would be 5 dollars. The stones, depending on how big they are, would range from 1 ~ 5 dollar.
The useful jewelries and trinkets all have spells on them to protect their wearers, and it's nothing big that he found. One is just a little luck to make the day go well, some protects their wearers if they get hurt, etc.
And to top it all off, he put on a cloak that completely covered him from head to toe, putting on the hood to fully check himself out in a mirror that wasn't cursed.
The hood fully hid his face, but left 2 glowing lights that reflected his eyes. Sometimes blue, sometimes green if he went ghost. It was a good thing that the cloak didn't disappear when he went ghost so he could easily just escape without outing his appearance.
He cackled at the fact that he was now a mysterious sketchy merchant, not dissimilar to the games.
He looked for more things to find for his "Mysterious Sketchy Merchant" or MSM outfit, and found perfect matches that would help him in the long run.
He found a lamp that would ignite the way to safety, making him able to find a spot to 'sell his wares'. Then, there were bells that he found would often ring, but would go silent in front of danger. He would have thought it would be opposite, but it would be a good way to announce his prescence to future customers.
Not caring if it's midnight because he knew that none of his friends were asleep, he video-called them to ask for advice after explaning what he was planning to do..
Tucker laughed so hard that he snorted while Sam suggested some black gloves, or probably some nail polish to sell the deal because his hands were still seen with the cloak while trying to stiffle her laughter.
Then Tucker, after seeing his blanket, asked him what it was used for.
"It's used for storing! I can just scoop them up and make a quick getaway." Danny demonstrated, hauling it over his shoulders.
It made Tucker and Sam burst out laughing even more.
"It makes you look like a cartoony thief!" Sam pointed at him.
It was then Tucker suggested that when he make a quick getaway, to run like a typical cartoon thief; all flighty and long stride.
The suggestions got more and more ridiculous, making them forget how late at night it was until the parents came barging in.
Saying goodbye to the two of them, Danny began his preparations.
He ventured onto the street to sell his goods.
At first, he didn't get any customers. That was fine. He was THE Mysterious Sketchy Merchant. His shop name was also named a generic name fit for a Mysterious Sketchy Merchant, "The Junk Shop".
Thanks to the bell and the lamp, he found some safe spot to sell his wares to the vulnerable and not anyone who didn't need it. He didn't want anyone who harms other people to be using any of his goods, after all.
There were multiple instances where, despite the safe spot, he was found by those who wanted to buy his goods for unsavory stuff, so he scooped up his blanket, hauled it over his shoulder as he transformed to run like a cartoon thief to seemingly defy gravity as they ran with a huge stride, before turning invisible the moment he turned around a corner.
That left him amused, seeing them trying to search for him.
He happened to see a kid who had bought his sword (only after seeing if they could actually carry a huge sword all by themselves and not get hurt by it).
He loved the fact that he didn't need to actively protect the people who were vulnerable, therefore bringing attention to himself, which he couldn't afford to do. Instead, he brought them things that they were able to protect themselves with.
He would have given them for free, but he told Sam, Gotham was paranoid. They wouldn't like freebies, but as long as he could make it affordable for them, they like doing it themselves.
They weren't quite safe, as it was Gotham, but they were safer, and that was everything to him
So I'm just here to inform you guys that I do not mind that my content being used on a different platform ONLY AS LONG AS YOU CREDIT ME!!!
Why?
I plan on writing more monsterfucker stories, and people DESERVES to be able to fulfill their teratophilic obsessions.
I mean, Dumpster Baby is going to be another monsterfucker story. Look at how I described Danny.
There's so much eldritch Danny, but not enough monsterfucker content that it feels SO underused when there's so many people who likes the monsterfucker content.
The world deserves to be fed teratophilic stories, and because there's not enough of these categories, Imma make it myself.
I have 2-3 other ideas of it, too, so just wait until my mind finishes making the movie for me to write out the script.
Once again, you're free to share with others on other platforms as long as you credit me/tag me bc I want to band fellow teratophillias together.
Jazz wasn't worried at all that Danny was missing. But she's annoyed that he hasn't contacted her for nearly 2 months of disappearing.
Danny had gone scouting Gotham and hadn't come back. Something had distracted him enough. Well, with or without him, she was going there anyway. Within two months of waiting for Danny, she had finished packing and was now ready to leave.
Her parents also weren't worried about Danny, knowing about his status as a half. They were just disappointed he didn't bother contacting them for whatever reasons he had. They were planning to join Jazz to settle her in Gotham and investigate where Danny had gone and what he had been doing in Gotham.
Tucker and Sam, who also got no messages, were gearing up to prepare to go to Gotham. Unlike Danny, they were completely normal human beings, so they did have to arm themselves when they went there.
When they got to Gotham, they immediately tracked for Danny, only to end up in front of a large warehouse.
"Did he get carried away building a lair for himself?" Tucker joked.
"And not texting us for 2 months about it? There's no way he can keep a secret about it." Sam hissed at him.
So they opened the door to the warehouse, to find an eyeball staring straight at them.
Jazz, Sam and Tucker screamed while Maddie and Jack aimed their gun rays at it, only for them to realise that it was Danny.
"Dann-o! We came to visit!" Jack put away his gun to greet his son.
"You should have contacted us! It's been 2 months already!" Maddie scolded him.
The eyeball stared at them, looking at them as apologetically as he can as an eyeball before gesturing to follow him inside.
As they went inside, they noticed that there were several Ghosts inside, looking like they had a task to do. They wondered what until they went into a room the eyeball directed them to go to.
Inside was a large creature lounging on the floor, resting as children were playing all over his form. There were babies in an arm, many arms. Oh, and eyeballs were floating everywhere.
"Uhhh, Danny?" Jazz started. "Where did you find these kids?" She calmly stated, ignoring her parents who got excited that they became grandparents in an instant. They all knew Danny, and they all knew that he had taken all these children in as his.
Jazz felt a tug and looked down to see a thin child, a child who should have been pudgy with how young he looked. He looked up with huge eyes, a fist in his mouth as he clutched a teddy bear possessively. He took out the fist from his mouth to reach up to Jazz, opening and closing his fist at her.
"Uppies?"
Jazz picked him up and rested him on her hips, melting when the baby rested his head on her shoulder, his fluffy hair tickling her cheeks.
Okay, she gets why Danny took them in.
"We could have helped, you know." Jazz weakly said, bouncing the baby softly. Danny snorted, making Jazz sigh. She would save the lecture once the children weren’t in the same room.
"Honey! We have grandchildren!" Jack cooed, shrinking from his big size and went on his knees to not scare any children. The children looked like they only recently just had good meals, warmth, and shelter. It wouldn’t do good for him to aggravate them further.
Sam and Tucker decided to sit down on an available spot. Some children, once they noticed that Danny didn’t have any reaction to them, deeming them safe, dragged the both of them to play with them.
Maddie went over to check out Danny to see if his newly changed form had any bad effect on him and just to generally check on him. She melted when Danny deposited one of the babies he was carrying, the arms disappearing when settled in her arms.
She patted her son as she watched her the children and her husband having the time of their lives playing with each other. With Jack's big form, there were children using him as a jungle gym. Jazz was cuddling with the boy. Tucker and Sam were playing heroes with the children as the bad guys, letting the children beat them up when the villains failed their plans.
"I'm proud of you, Danny. You've taken in the children that needed help and created a family of your own." Maddie smiled at him, eyes watering at the utterly domestic side
Danny's eyes all teared up, she noticed, and his head went to nuzzle her.
Well, it's time for everyone to move to Gotham, she supposes.
Dan, bound to a clone body and experiencing a relatively calm life with the Fentons, gets de-aged by a jealous Vlad and is held hostage by the man, who wants to be involved with family things. Vlad, somehow, loses the baby.
14 years later, Jason Todd is desperately looking for his mother, only for the DNA test to match him with a 30-year-old transman and a billionaire over 60.
I AM ON A ROLL, I THOUGHT OF THIS AND LOVED WHAT MY HEAD PRODUCED, SO I DECIDED TO WRITE IT OUT IN WORDS SO I DON’T FORGET IT! This is going to be long so sit back and enjoy.
This story is inspired by this, and I love it. Thanks @emacrow for letting me use your story as an inspo!!!!
The hissing began sounding like iron dragging on a chalkboard.
Jazz said, sighing at her half brother who held the 27th child he had in his
Tw: mentions of csa/child trafficking, mentions of child death, child abandonment, neglect, etc
Hector blew out his cigarette, bored out of his mind as he's manning the cash register currently.
There was no customers, so nobody was going to complain if he was smoking in the store, right?
Then, the door to his store opened with a bang. He fingered the gun under his counter, looking towards the door, only to find a young man looking harried, half-naked and bloodied. His shirt in a bundle, and seemed to be originating from there.
"B-B-BABY! I found a baby in the dumpster!" The poor kid stuttered, his face full of tears as he stared horrifiedly.
Hector took one glance and realised the kid was telling the truth. He took a puff of his cigarette, inhaling it slowly before he exhaled it exhaustively.
"Kid, you must be new in Gotham. Dumpster babies aren’t all that rare in Gotham. Gotham's a complete shithole. If you can't even feed yourself, how can you feed another?" Hector told the kid harshly. The kid held the baby tightly.
"B-but.."
"It's reality in Gotham. Go put back the baby where you found it. In a place where child trafficking and prostitution and such are common, it's best to let it die. It's the greatest mercy you can give it."
The kid became eerily calm and quiet. Hector noticed that his hiccups from sobbing had just gone entirely silent. Then his form starts to glitch as if whatever made him keep his form was struggling to retain itself.
Danny stared at the baby as he flew back into his hotel room. He had only gone to Gotham because he was initially visiting the Capital Crime City to scout out a new place for Jazz, who was planning to move here for residency at Arkham.
He decided to volunteer to scout ahead bc why would he be scared of crime when he's already dead?
But how did he get to this?
The baby girl mewled in his arms, still red and wrinkled, with their umbilical cord still attached. She was wrapped up in his shirt, having been found naked in a trash bag in a dumpster.
While walking past an alleyway, he heard something in the trash. And something else. So he decided to investigate. He was flying invisibly in ghost form, so there was no way anything would injure him.
So he opened the dumpster lid and saw a suspicious trashbag. In it was a newborn baby girl.
He bawled his eyes right out there bc he couldn't fathom why anyone would just abandon a baby in the dumpster. According to Jazz, multiple baby boxes were scattered across the city, a helpline was available for scared mothers/mothers-to-be, and many other options exist to prevent this.
It was cruel to the baby, but it was also cruel to the mother too. He only realised this according to what the man said. Gotham was a shithole. Who knows if your baby will end up being in the worst position ever, and if you don't have the resources, it's best to kill it to give them mercy. It was the only thing one can do when they're powerless. The best and only gift you could give to your child.
He lay on the bed with the baby sleeping on his chest. He was skin-to-skin with the baby as she was so cold to touch that he raised his own temperature despite the discomfort, as he was naturally cold.
And despite the discomfort, his core purred at having fulfilled his Obsession with Protecting.
She wiggled in his arms, and then a dawning thought of horror came to his mind. She wasn't the only baby that was abandoned, was she?
He carefully got up slowly, ensuring the baby wasn't woken up by the movement. She had a big day today; she should get a lot of sleep.
He placed her on the hotel bed and, for the first time, used his power as King to enact an order.
Protect the abandoned children. If nobody wants them, then he'll take them. One man's trash is another man's treasure, and he shall treat them like they deserve to.
Aw, he would have to get a place for them, wouldn't he?
He gave the baby girl a name to start her new life: Portia.
Then, he found another child who was abandoned by his parents. They neglected and beat him, so wouldn't he be considered abandoned? The boy willingly went when Danny offered Bennett, or Benny, to take him away. He was only 5.
Then the two became four when he found twin children all dirty and covered in dirt, sleeping under a cardboard box as they shared a ratty blanket. Blake and Harper were 10.
He got some Ghosts to help, like Lunch Lady, who loved cooking for those old enough to eat solids. She went all out cooking nutritious food for starving children.
He found a good enough warehouse and took it over from a drug den, which he got rid of. He then began renovating to make it a habitable place for the children.
But sometimes, it felt like he didn't have enough hands to hold them all.
But he was moldable. He could shapeshift into anything he can of his own will.
He grew many hands to carry them. He could hold his new children in his arms.
Four became Eight, then Eight became Thirteen. Thirteen became Twenty.
He wasn't big enough, so he grew and grew. They could all ride on his back together so there would be no fighting.
He didn't have enough eyes, so thinking of how to better observe, his mind suddenly thought of the Observants and how they're basically just eyeballs.
With duplication, he only just duplicates his eyes and lets them float around. Then, he could see e̷̩͈̙̘̗̅̽̾̎̑̉̇̈́͋͋̐͘̕͝v̷̤͙͈̓̂̽ë̸̡̠̩̠̠̟͍̭͙͈̫́̈́ͅr̵̢̨̻̩̰̼̝̞̙̜͙̈́̈́̉̌̾̀͊͊̚y̸̢̧̪̯͕̼̘̗̦͚̙̱̳̙̪͓̍͂̂̽̉̋̀̈́̔̓͝t̶̟̱̽̄́̉̈́̿̍͒̑̓͂͠͝ḩ̴̣̲̬̤͇͍̞̺̥͉̔̓̓̐̄̐̋́͘͜ͅì̴̳̳̭͆͗̈́̒̆̀͒̆̄̕͝͝ņ̸̛͍̳̣̦̲͔̼̝̪̲̗̩̤͋̈̾ͅģ̴̛̼̥̫̰̻͑̑̍͋́͂͌̎̎̈́̈́̏͒͆͠͠.
Despite this form, no children had ever been scared of him. His core would always rumble with protection, so they instinctively knew they were safe with him.
Twenty became Twenty-Three, then Twenty-Seven. Then Thirty-Two.
He loved it. He could make a difference. Even the children who weren't his would come running to him for protection. He would feed them and care for them like his own before sending them off to their parents, who actually cared for them.
He couldn't stop those who stayed before going back out. He did offer to take them in as his children, but some had refused, as they've always been independent.
But at least they would always have a place to go to.
This is just one of the many drafts I have, and I'm just waiting for permission to use a story as an inspiration. I have a thing for eldritch au and even the quiz I took LOOOONG time ago agrees. I still have it saved in my tabs
