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Ooooh... More egg dad and fox son please??
Eggman finding out about the ~Bullying~
Dead on Mayn Honorable mention prompt: Blob ghosts and Jason
Kinda inspired by the cute little blob ghost in this very cool art.
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Jason worked hard to get the Pit Rage under control. He started being able to tell when he was getting close to an episode and account for it. Even when something triggered it he would at least be able to struggle to get it under control.
So he was thrown off guard when a strange sensation pierced through his chest and his vision was suddenly blinded with green.
Then as suddenly as the rage took over it ended. Jason gasped for air, clutching his chest and looked around his room. Thankfully, his furniture was intact and yet it confused him.
What the fuck was that?
He didn't seem to do anything other than collapse to his hands and knees. Jason looked around, there wasn't anything that would've triggered a Pit Rage in his apartment.
After a half an hour looking for anything suspicious, he sighed and grabbed his comfort book, Pride and Prejudice, and let himself relax before tonight's patrol.
My contribution to the Fatson Todd community
Red Hood with the Batfam: dangerous crime lord built like a tank, most likely to be the biggest person in the room
Red Hood with the Outlaws: teeny tiny mom friend babygirl
Jason really is at his peak when he's surrounded by oversized overpowered demi-gods.
Tim: Get down!
Damian: *Drops behind a car* What's the situation, Drake?
Tim laying flat on his stomach: One of my worst enemies is in the area. Level nine threat.
Damian: A level nine!? We must call for reinforcements. There is little chance you and I have to defeat them, as much as it pains me to admit it.
Tim: No!
Damian: What?
Tim: No, don't call for help! I don't want the rest to know about this!
Damian carefully moving his hand aside: It is too late. I pressed the panic button.
Tim: What!? When!?
Damian: When the words "level nine" came out of your mouth. It's effective to call as soon as an emergency presents itself. It's why the button is so easy to push.
Tim: NO! We have to leave before-
Danny leaning around the car to stare at them: Timothy?
Tim: *jumps to his feet* DAnIel! hEY! HoW ArE YOu?
Damian: Why did your voice crack like that? You should be far past that stage of puberty.
Tim: Ha HA hA sHUt Up DaMIan! AlLWays MaKIng joKES thAT ONe!
Danny: *laughs* It's good to see you haven't changed much.
Tim: I'M DONE WITH PUBERTY!
Danny: ....Congraulations.
Damian: What is happening? Who are you?
Danny: Oh, sorry I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Daniel Fenton but you can call me Danny. I'm Tim's ex.
Damian: ....what
Tim: MY EX. WHO I DON'T MISS OR RUN AWAY FROM IN PUBLIC.
Damian: Drake why are you shouting?
Danny: Tim has always been been like that.
Damian: ....No?
Tim: WeLP ThIs has been NIce but we gOT to Go-
Batmobile driving through a fire hydrant, smashing it to pieces, water bursting, A voice screaming over a microphone yelling from it's speakers: THE NIGHT, THE VENGEANCE, THE BATMAN IS HERE!
Danny: Wha-
Damian: *Points at Danny*
Tim: NO!
Batmobile: *Runs over Danny*
Tim: This is why I didn't want you to call them! Why'd you have to single Danny out like that when you know Batman is more violent in the daytime!?
Damian: Actions must be taken when the panic button is pressed. Fenton had to be taken out.
Tim: No he didn't!
Danny: *rolling off the Batmobile windshield* Can somebody take me the hospital?
Tim: Danny don't talk! He'll notice you're still conscious and- BATMAN DO NOT PUT THE BATMOBILE IN REVERSE TO HIT HIM AGAIN!
Damian crouching down to Danny crumbled form: How big is your medical deductible? I feel like you're going to use a lot of medical insurance in the next couple of minutes.
Danny: Please help me
Damian covering Danny's mouth and nose: Shhhhhhh...go to sleep. Go to sleep.
Tim: DAMIAN! STOP TRYING TO SUFFOCATE HIM!
Batmobile: *honk*
Tim: I AM NOT GETTING OUT OF THE WAY! STOP TRYING TO RUN OVER MY MAN!
Damian: Your man? *pressing harder on Danny's face* See, Fenton, this is a better fate for you. If you live, you'll have to deal with Drake not being over you, but you can avoid that if you sleep....That's right. Stop struggling. You don't have the strength anymore. Shhhhhhhh. Sleep.
Tim: *kicking Damian straight in the face sending him flying* GET OFF HIM! DANNY ARE YOU ALRIGHT!?
Danny, gasping for air: I'm good.
Tim: Im so sorry about Damian!
Danny: Its...cool....you should see....how my distant Not-relatives are....the day after....Truce Day. This is actually tamed.
Tim: Wow really- *Get hit by the Batmobile* AGHHHH
Batmobile mic: OH SHIT WE HIT TIMMY.
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the wisdom ive learnt is that becoming part of a friend group 1) takes a long time and 2) involves a lot of feeling awkward and left out at first. there’s nothing terrible about this but if you grew up chronically lonely or have any kind of trauma relating to social isolation this likely feels Really Wrong and activates danger signals. but both fortunately and unfortunately it’s just how becoming close to new people works most of the time
another thing that was not intuitive to me as someone who grew up an autistic loner: basically everyone on the planet is starved for connection all the time and almost everything people do is an attempt to reach out to another. most seemingly illogical interactions and behaviours can be explained by this. you have to take as many of these invitations as you can. even if you're wrong you still attempted to bring more warmth into the world
not to be insensitive but some of the salem witch trials were so funny bitches like “i saw her at the devils sacrament!!!” girl... what were YOU doing at the devils sacrament 👀
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Look, I don't know if you can tell, but I really like soulmate AUs, okay. Also, writing something exactly 500 words is more annoying than I thought it would be, but was a fun experiment.
Lightly inspired by this post.
Danny's parents were never concerned about the words on Danny’s wrist. Given their occupation, they thought Danny would meet someone while studying, or perhaps even lecturing on ghosts, or maybe as part of some other job in the future. Jazz has always been concerned about the words on Danny’s wrist. This is probably the normal reaction, given most people do not surround themselves with the dead.
Danny himself was concerned about it for a while. But then he died. The amount of death surrounding him at all times, what with his parents’ study of ghosts, practically tripled after that. And suddenly the words ‘Is he dead?’ were a lot less concerning. Because in his life, oftentimes the answer was yes.
I’m just imagining Danny doing this when Jason walks in and sees The Joker’s corpse. ^^^
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Danny doesn’t wanna deal with this. He’s trying to live a normal college life (though maybe it was a mistake to think Gotham could be normal in any way). Then he gets spooked by a crazy clown and punches the man on instinct, forgetting to control his strength. Though, in his defense, the man was stealthy enough to suddenly appear behind him and creepy enough to scare him, which his brain perceived as a ghost.
Then this guy shows up.
Danny very firmly does not respond, choosing to continue glaring at the wall in hopes that ignoring the situation will make it go away. A full minute passes, but it does not go away, and neither does the man.
“Is he dead?”
Oh. Ancients. Please no.
How is it possible to have this kind of luck? His soulmate’s first impression of him is of him killing somebody. Accident or no, that is probably the worst way to introduce himself. In fact, how does he even introduce himself in this situation? ‘Hey there soulmate! Nice to meet you! Sorry you had to see me kill that guy, totally an accident. Hey, maybe we can just forget this whole thing, yeah?‘
Danny sighs and gathers the courage to turn around and face the man behind him and— holy shit that’s the Red Hood. His soulmate is the Red FUCKING Hood. A crime-lord-vigilante-anti-hero is what the universe chose for him? Danny can practically hear Clockwork laughing at him.
“Yeah, I’m not a fan of clowns.”
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"I'm not a fan of clowns" is an AMAZING tattoo for Jason to grow up with.
Imagine, you are young Jason and you wonder what your soulmate has against clowns. Then the Man Who Laughs comes to power, and you start to understand.
You are Robin, getting beat to death by the Clown Prince of Crime. You catch a glimpse of the words on your forearm, spoken by the soulmate you'll never get to meet. "I'm not a fan of clowns."
You are the Red Hood, risen from the Lazarus Pit. You look at your forearm. "Yeah, me neither," you say.
You are a Bat in Gotham, beholding the most beautiful sight imaginable, the Joker himself laid out on the ground. You ask if he's dead. The boy in front of you responds with six words that have followed you all your life:
"I'm not a fan of clowns"
Chronicles of an announced battle - DP X DC
The sirens were blaring. The situation was quickly escalating into an all-hands-on-deck emergency, and Batman was doing his best to give every superhero who came through the zeta-tube a position that would maximize their chances of surviving this.
Which wasn't easy when the threat was a complete unknown, one with apparently limitless power. Somehow, they hadn't suffered any catastrophic injuries so far, and the Flashes had managed to evacuate most civilians within the first twenty minutes.
However, considering the amount of power the being had displayed so far, and the complete lack of damage they had been able to inflict, it didn't feel as though their endurance up to this point was the result of their own efforts. Instead, it felt like the being was deliberately holding back.
Batman hated the sensation that it was merely toying with them before delivering a final, devastating blow, like a cat entertaining itself with prey before finally killing it.
No memory - DC x DP prompt
Danny is trying to lay low in the DCU. Then he gets kidnapped for his own summoning, along with a bunch of other people, and volunteers himself as a sacrifice to avoid anyone actually dying. His bad luck means the summoning was legit. He doesn’t really transform, but his eyes glow bright green, his hair has white glowing spots, and there is a spark around him. That's when people he has by now identified as this universe’s heroes/vigilantes finally arrive.
Now, Danny really doesn’t want to deal with questions in either form, but he is also basically homeless. So he figures out a way to maybe fall under these heroes’/vigilantes’ jurisdiction for a while without having to answer any questions:
He pretends to have complete amnesia.
A mirror of the past - DC x DP
Tim had heard parents joke that one day their kids would have children just like them and finally understand what they'd put their parents through. Bruce had never said that to him, but Tim wondered if he'd thought about it, and if that was the reason why Tim was in this situation.
Danny was a fourteen-year-old Tim had been keeping an eye on. The kid lived in the apartment complex right next to Tim's penthouse, and according to his paperwork, his guardian was one Vladimir Masters, a family friend who had taken him in after his parents died.
Danny: Hi, I made the horrible mistake of existing in the same environment as you and calling you "really pretty" where my friends could hear, and they forced me to come bother you. Would you mind looking vaguely amused by me for 5 minutes? Then as soon as they stop watching us I'll make a break for it.
Cass, giggling: Sit, you're funny.
Danny assumes she's just playing along like he asked. So naturally he tries to 'stop bothering her,' at the first chance he sees. But oddly enough, there's always something stopping him.
Cass meanwhile is having a lot of fun with her new friend. Especially seeing how many subtle ways she can distract or delay him from prematurely withdrawing. It's cute how baffled he is about it. Watching the anxiety bleed out of his body language, replaced by confusion. How long, she wonders, before he catches on.
Refusing to believe Alfred died so now I am imagining he is in the Infinite Realms. Clockwork has seen what he can do aka turn Danny into a King with a capitol letter, and he also knows what it will take to get Alfred to tutor their wayward prince.
This is the only time the speed force gets to judge him but seeing all the blunders Clockwork had to fix, they really have no standing lol. Alfred gets to live and spend more time with his charges, but on the weekends he has to be away to tutor Danny who is resistant at first but then likes being around the sassy butler. He also enjoys hearing stories about his charges because they give him ideas for when he has to visit the fruit loop.
Vlad is not happy about Danny making his chandelier fall. He is even more annoyed when Danny tells him to have one of his butlers email him an iou as he hands over a business card. Alfred impressed the need of a business card but it was stories of how Bruce weaponed them against against annoying people that got Danny to make his own, and after using them on Vlad 1 time it has been so worth it.
The Batbrood is a little jealous but they are also grateful since the rando who stole their butler/gramps is also the reason they get to have more time with Alfred. Maybe when they see Danny and how pretty he is they will be like "to unite the family I will sacrifice myself and marry him" but then it turns into a battle royal
Snatching Snitches the cat Part 2: Damian 1
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“Maybe we should get him a new cat.”
Damian full-body twitched at the whisper, which was unfortunately not quiet enough to keep such idiocy out of his ears as he entered the room. “I will regain my boy,” he said sternly. “So that will be entirely unnecessary, Richard.”
Dick winced at the downgrade to his proper name. Damian huffed air from his nose, dissatisfied, but willing to consider the matter closed given the urgency of the situation. “Father, this is my budget proposal.” He used his left hand to toss the folder on the teak desk in the sunroom’s office. Father gaped at it gormlessly, not moving to pick it up until Damian lifted an eyebrow in pointed rebuke.
He waited while his father shuffled through the papers, a vaguely pained expression on his face. “Damian, I’m not sure that a million dollars is a normal amount to spend on a lost-pet advertisement campaign,” he said gently.
SNITCHES THE CAT SEQUEL pt1 and masterpost
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Part One
“This you?”
Danny pushed the newspaper down without looking at it, revealing Sam’s shitty grin. “That lost cat is not me, no.” He rolled his eyes. They had been showing him lost pet ads ever since he got back from Gotham. “Isn’t that joke getting old, guys?” He kicked his way further into a slouch in the booth as Tucker came back with refilled drinks.
Tucker laughed, and then there was a silence. “Danny? Are you sure this isn’t you, man?” He sounded uncertain.
He felt his jaw twitch and he had to tell his friend off. “Is it that funny that there’s a sad kid out there? Honestly, guys-” Danny opened his eyes fully to roll them and then saw the lost pet ad being brandished in his face. He blinked at it. His brain did a full reboot and he reached out to take the paper.
It looked like him, sleeping on the cushion in the batcave. Had they gotten that photo from the security footage? “It’s me.” His voice came out way too high.
Hot Ghouls in your Area 19
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“Good news, asshole.” Jason sat up in a cold sweat and grabbed the knife under his pillow. That did diddly squat, since Tim had hijacked a speaker somewhere in his apartment and his faint voice was taunting him.
“Get off my phone!” Jason snarled and picked his phone up to spam the end call button optimistically. He didn’t really think that was where the sound was coming from but give him a goddamn break, he was tired.
Tim tsked, as if calling a phone was such an amateur move that he would never be caught dead using it. “Pay attention," he condescended, and Jason suddenly remembered what it felt like to want the little twerp dead. He hoisted himself out of bed and grimly hunted for whatever bit of tech had formed a weak point in his fortress. “I got a hit- two calls on Danny Fenton’s phone early this morning in quick succession with a sketchy billionaire. Five minutes later, said billionaire made a reservation in Gotham and then a reservation for a driver to pick up a guest from the university campus.”