Dont look at me

[papayafromtv]

i love BAMF 10 yr old Damian who can clock everybody's shit, but there is also something so funny to me about dumb-bitch-child Damian. like i need there to be a world where. hold on no i just need to write the conversation hold on

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*Damian, out of nowhere on patrol one night*

Damian: you know.., there was a solid 2 year period at the league compound where i thought you were Batman.

Jason:

Jason: what?

Damian: yeah- ‘cause like, i was seven. and i met you for the first time after you came out the pit and were all big already. and i didn’t know anything about my father apart from, like, what my mother told me of him, right? and so when i met you, and i never actually heard anybody call you your name—just Mother referring to you as ‘one of Gotham’s greatest heroes’ and everybody calling you ‘prince’, in my little seven-year-old head, i was like ‘ok so this must be him then’.

Jason: what the fuck.

Damian: well you looked a lot like him. i’d only ever seen one grainy photo of the man taken from a distance and you fit the description; same build, hair, eyes, broody manner and passion for justice. you were everything i’d ever thought Batman was supposed to be, so when Mother started giving you special treatment and demanding you be treated like somebody important within the league, i thought that was just her lingering affection for an ex.

Jason:

Jason: is that why you made me teach you how to ride a bike?

Damian: yeah i was trying to make up for lost time.

Damian: i don’t know how you didn’t pick up on it—i called you Father like, religiously.

Jason: …to be honest i just wasn’t fluent in Arabic yet. when i finally did figure out that’s what you were saying i just assumed you were making a dig at the fact that i slept with Talia that one time.

Damian: yeah that was- can i be honest with you? i set that up.

Jason:

Jason: what.

Damian: originally Mother wasn’t going to meet with you in person that night, she was going to send a messenger in place, but i snuck into her chambers and edited her schedule so she’d be in the area anyway and would go see you herself.

Jason:

Damian: then i ordered food for where you were saying online in the hopes that you'd chat and realise you still loved each other.

Jason: that’s where those oysters came from-!

Damian: yeah i didn’t- i didn’t actually realise how problematic you and her being together was until after i came to Gotham. i was just trying to have a parent-trap moment and get my mom and dad back together, you know? i didn’t know you were seventeen, i just thought the Lazarus Pit had made you look more youthful than before.

Jason:

Jason, dryly: because famously, as you can tell by looking at Ra’s, that’s what the Lazarus Pit does.

Damian: listen i was eight.

Damian: -and i didn’t force you guys to do anything—this is still on my Mother for going with it; and for bad communication. if she had at any point spoken to me clearly about my father then that misunderstanding wouldn’t have ever happened.

Jason: so… when did you figure out I wasn’t Bruce Wayne…?

Damian:

Damian: well… it was complicated?

Jason: which means?

Damian: it means at first Mother told me i was just going to Gotham with you, which made me think, like, ‘yay, i get to go home with Dad’ right? and then we got to Gotham and saw Batman and Robin out and you started getting mad at a ‘replacement’, and i thought you were mad because your Robin replaced you with a new Batman.

Jason, incredulous: oh my god.

Damian: -yeah, but then we had that whole confrontation with them during patrol where you told Batman i was his son and that Talia Al Ghul wanted you to put me in his care, and i was just standing behind you like… what fucking game are you playing here Father?

Jason: *snort* you didn’t- that didn’t fucking tip you off?

Damian: no! i was like 2 years deep into this belief at this point, nothing was gonna shake me. i came to the conclusion that you were sending me in as a spy or something, so i went along with it. we got back to Wayne Manor and Pennyworth greeted Batman by saying ‘welcome back, Master Bruce’ and i got really mad at Tim because i was like ‘oh so not only did he replace Batman but he did it with the first fat fuck he found with the same first name, huh.’

Jason: *wheeze*

Damian: so i didn’t really try to kill Tim because i wanted Robin; i was doing it for your, the original Batman’s, honour.

Jason: oh my god????

Damian: ...yeah. i didn't- ok, honestly? i didn't really clock that you weren't the original Batman until after you unmasked yourself in front of everyone for the first time.

Jason: -EXCUSE ME-?

Damian: because- BECAUSE, in the league everybody just called you by 'prince' or 'the Gotham boy', and then in Gotham nobody knew your identity so everybody just called you Red Hood. it wasn't until you revealed your identity to the family and everybody started crying about some 'Jason Todd' that was still alive that i came to the realisation that nobody had ever point blank told me your name was Bruce Wayne.

Jason, in awe: wait- wait oh my god i do remember you being really fucking quiet during that whole reveal..,

Damian: yeah i was- i was coming to terms with a lot of stuff in that moment.

Jason: WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY ANYTHING?!

Damian: what am i, stupid? looking back a year or so later, yeah it's a funny memory of how stupid i was as a kid. in the moment? you couldn't have fucking waterboarded that info out of me.

Jason:

Jason: you know. it does kinda- oh my god it makes so much sense now,

Damian: what does?

Jason: Tim told me the first time they let you in the Batcave he watched you walk up to my memorial case, read the plaque, and then loudly go, 'who the fuck is Jason Todd'. and i always thought that was real fuckin' weird considering i'm your emergency contact.

Damian: *wheezes*

Jason: were you disappointed that the fake-Bruce was your actual dad, then?

Damian: honestly i was more troubled at the realisation that i'd actively participated in the action of trying to get my mother and adoptive brother to bang.

Jason:

Jason:

Jason: alright that's fair,

[blacksirensolo-deactivated20141]

Nightwing sketch! :) Messing with styles still. 

[hollenix]

for the good of all mankind

[jaydickincorrect]

Tim: How are we supposed to put a tracker the size of a penny on Dick without him noticing? Jason: Hey, Dickhead, I bet you 5 bucks that you can't swallow this penny. Dick: *takes and swallows tracker* Pay up, loser. Tim: ...

[suzukiblu]

I kinda wanna write a cryptid!Batman AU where Clark has explained to Kon that the Batman is a terrifying eldritch horror given human(-ish) form, actually, and Kon is therefore under the impression that Robin is going to be into weird shit like being brought damning evidence and deadly criminals and dangerous problems to solve and also will appreciate being occasionally stalked by a half-alien clone. The bat-cryptids stalk EVERYBODY, right? So it's fine, it's like their love language, Kon figures as he's collecting a bunch of random shiny trinkets to leave out for Robin like he thinks he's a fucking magpie or a crow or something, and maybe also some nice pebbles to cover the penguin angle just in case. Just, like, stuff he might like to decorate the cryptid-nest Kon is assuming he has with.

Kon is fully correct about Robin appreciating the weird shit and shiny trinkets and being reciprocally stalked, actually, although now TIM has to figure out how to explain to Superboy that he is actually just a normal human teenager who just decided that his local protection spirit needed an emotional support sidekick before it could get corrupted into a local VENGEANCE spirit. Though he does like the shinies, please don't assume this means he doesn't like the shinies or wants a normal relationship with, god forbid, boundaries about not stalking each other or whatever.

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

"If I ask, would you?"

A group of traffickers brought Dick and Jason together tonight.

Started in bludhaven before setting shop up in Crime Alley which is monomentally stupid but Dick can't really complain it's nice to spend time with Little Wing.

He even was able to convince him to stop for dessert all in all it's a good night. Idle chit chat before Jay went silent it was comfortable.

Looking at the stars with his baby brother licking rocky road that is dripping on too the roof.

"Would I what, I'm not sharing my ice cream?"

Laughing before he turns tears are steadly dripping down Jason's face.

Throwing his ice cream down he goes to wrap his arms around him before he's interrupted.

"I talked to Tim, earlier brought some shit up we, I said how it fucking sucks that I can't sleep at night, all I hear is fucking laughter Dickhead, he told me that I was barking up the wrong tree with Bruce that if it was really about peace I should go to Big brother."

Jay is sobbing Dick is frozen.

"He said that I never fucking asked that if I just opened my mouth you would have done it so this is me fucking begging because I'm so fucking tired."

He moves pulling him into his chest he feels tears start to soak through his suit but he doesn't care.

A lump has formed in his throat, and for a minute Dick feels like an idiot why didn't it ever occur that what Jay really wanted was protection. That it wasn't just a Bruce vendetta that he wanted someone to choose him to know that his life is above everything else that his happiness is important.

He won't hesitate.

"Little wing, I truly from the bottom of my soul mean this I don't give a flying Fuck about the joker and I will happily take you home and by the time you wake up tommorow the joker won't be here."

Jay pulls away looking searching for something Dick hopes he finds it a smile splits across his face he must have.

Dick looks away for a minute pulling his phone out a message that he has had drafted for years sent out.

The one good thing about Slade Wilson is he is very efficient.

"What are you doing?"

"Texted Deathstroke by this time tommorow Gotham will be clown free now let's head to your apartment."

"What, wait you mean Slade Wilson."

"Race you little wing."

"Wait no stop come back!."

He doesn't turn he can't practically feel Jason hot on his heels but this is the start of something better and stronger than what it was before questions are for later.

He can hear Jay's laughter and Dick never wants to hear anything again.

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

You have fundamentally misunderstood Bruce's character, If you do not 100% know what Bruce would say in any of these instances.

Any iteration of....

"B can we skip patrol cause I....."

"Dad can we...."

"Bruce I was thinking instead of...."

"Baba I want to....."

Bruce Wayne is throwing off his bat-suit running to the car, fishing his wallet out because his children don't want to fight crime today. This is the best day of his fucking life.

The thing I feel like is forgotten Bruce does not want any of these children to be vigilantes.

This fact is very much forgotten.

If all of them decided tomorrow to never get a fucking job, never go to college live completely off Bruce's money, but also never be a vigilante again. Bruce Wayne is throwing a parade that has not been seen since Alexander The Great lost his boyfriend.

Bruce would have a house filled with like 30 year old children who eat his food and refuse to never work a day in their lives and he would absolutely love it because they are not risking themselves.

He would skip patrol no questions asked.

In fanfictions I always see a moment of them like trying to convince Bruce to take a night off or they need a break or whatever.

Bruce, who is not absolutely butchered by a writer is actively burning down the Batcave because dick said he's just not feeling this vigilante thing anymore.

Bruce Wayne will never skip patrol or being Batman by his own decision or for his own benefit.

Throw one of his kids in it and he is just Bruce Wayne. 

[ananasinus]

au Talon! Dick, where's Jason, handing over the Robin mantle has a "conversation" with Tim.

Jason: yeah, as you know, i've been batman's partner for almost ten years.

tim: *listens in awe*

Jason: i figured it was time to tell you what you're inevitably going to have to deal with.

tim: *ready to grab a pen and pad*

Jason: you'll be followed by Talon, usually from the shadows, popping up every now and then and showing awkward signs of concern.

tim:...what?

jason: yeah, i know. i'm about to introduce you, so don't yell if he shows up. also, when he brings you your first mouse, don't be a dick (ha) and say thank you.

tim, i think his predecessor is crazy: okay..?

(that evening, jason takes tim to the roof and introduces him as a little brother in the darkness. tim doesn't scream, but he wants to when a moment later the real talon appears in front of him. dicks softly and strokes his head. he's very happy, now he has two chicks, and he didn't even have to start a nest or find a mate)

[bruciemilf]

I want a teen bruce au, but like. I want him to brim with teenage apathy. I want him to be defensive and venomous and sharp.

I want him to have affection for people that aren't even his yet. I want him to break them like only angry teenagers can.

I want a teen Bruce who's not concerned with people. I want a teen bruce who's pointing a gun at a thug's face because he's not gonna miss another chance.

I want Jason to slap it out of his hands. " You were going to shoot him!"

" Yeah, in the face, why?"

" That's not...That's not RIGHT. You don't do that."

" Who cares? It's just another street rat."

Jason's entire heart SHATTERS. But there's a very deep, terrible understanding about adult Bruce. There's a hateful thing in him that understands him, now.

And I want Dick to be pushed. I want him to be cornered. I want him to listen to this angry man with a boy's body saying he DOESN'T believe Damian is his kid.

Because he hates kids.

He'd never have one willingly.

" YEAH?! well at least our parents, -- our REAL parents, -- didn't BREAK us. Our parents didn't get to see US grow up, but YOU DID. and youre so pathetic that you cant compete with a GHOST. our lives would've been BETTER if it wasn't for you. And I'm GLAD you never adopted me, because I'll never be your son. I wish you died in that alley."

Teen Bruce blinks, taking a sip from his drink, " and that, Dick, is murder without killing. Good job."

[wanderintofics]

here’s one of the things Bruce never told anyone about what it took to become Batman: so much of it was about learning what an acceptable target was. and at 17 Bruce hadn’t quite figured it out yet - it took him a decade and change after his parents death to understand there are no acceptable targets when the only thing you wanted was pain. 

at 14 he beat the shit out of a would-be mugger and Dana slapped him across the face for it, asking him what he expected wandering the poorest part of the Narrows with a 10k watch on display. at 15 Alfred called him out on his underground cage fighting, for going after people who couldn’t afford to lose. none of his kids understand, have ever before been an acceptable target for Bruce to throw himself against.

“I wish you had died in that alley!” Dick has spat, and watched with a deep, slow dawning horror as the blow landed and satisfaction spread across Bruce’s face, body relaxing into the hit like he was coming home. 

‘listen to me,’ Alfred had pulled them all aside when this started. ‘he is going to test you, he is going to push and push and push and you need to promise me you won’t fall for it. that you will be the intelligent, compassionate, insightful young adults he raised you to be, and see through it.’ That’s what he had said, but what he had meant was that Bruce was going to use them to hurt himself, he was going to put a knife in their hands and bleed all over them and it would be the only time they ever saw this version of him smile.

Dick sees that smile now, through the blurriness of his tears, and the knife twists inside them both.

[rimonoroni]

three person poly relationship made up of two people who are already dating trying to coax someone with horrific self worth issues into a loving relationship. stray cat style

[rimonoroni]

they’re all laying together in bed and the couple are both thinking to themselves like good, he stayed the night to cuddle and talk when we offered, he should know that we genuinely care for him and want this to be more then a handful of one night stands. and the stray cat guy is like wow this sure is nice i think i’m falling in love with them. it’s really too bad that they don’t actually give a fuck and hate me and probably want to kill me with hammers for no reason

[rimonoroni]

it has been like. two days

[iapetus-son-of-uranus]

https://www.tumblr.com/rimonoroni/766360289471037440?source=share

You and @cloak-of-ares with @sea-siblings

three person poly relationship made up of two people who are already dating trying to coax someone with horrific self worth issues into a loving relationship. stray cat style

By this logic, all three of us have instability and bad previous experience in "*"loving"* relationships"

I was a couple, everyone went crazy

[prlssprfctn]

Bruce and Jason, who accidentally fix their relationship in a relative secret and distance from the rest of the family (Alfred excluded, of course), and decide to keep this fact as a secret from the rest of the family, just for fun. Because, let's be honest, Bruce is no less a brat than Jason is, he is just better at hiding it the older he gets.

Dick, sighing: Listen, I am about to invite Jason to this family dinner. And I don't care if you want it or not! And if you try to sabotage this day by your moral code lectures, I'll have a word with you! Bruce, indifferent, while messaging Jason at the same time: Mhm.

(On the other part of Manor) Tim: Honestly, I am not giving you a choice here. You will come to this dinner, Jason. Just... just ignore Bruce, alright? Jason, dramatically huffing, while liking Bruce's messages: Yeah, yeah, WHATEVER! Alfred: ...My circus. My monkey. I shall stay collected, nevertheless.

Damian: Father had been disappearing after patrols lately. I can't track him... What do we think is going on? Is he found himself a new child he plans to adopt soon? We can't get another sibling. Tim: Relax. He is probably into a new woman. Or a man. Whatever. Dick, worried: Guys, what if it is another villain or rogue? Jason, with whom Bruce spends time after patrol by munching fast food on the skirts of town: ...Lol Damian: That's not funny, Todd. Barbara, who knows everything: ...It is funny. Dick: Babs!

Tim: You know, Jason had been surprisingly chill lately. I knew he was doing better, but he stopped avoiding Manor that much. Bruce, arching his eyebrows: Alright? Tim: Do you think... maybe you two can finally talk? And fix your mess? Bruce, who just came to the cave after reading session with Jason, hiding his smile behind a sad face: I don't know, chump. It is complicated.

Dick, calling Jason randomly: Urgh, B is such a bitch! Jason, gasping: Right? Tell me about it! Bruce, sighing from his side of the couch as Jason puts The Crown show on his television: ...

[fallen-jpg]

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[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt.1

[Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] [Pt.5] [Pt.6] [Pt.7] [Pt.8] [Pt.9] [Pt.10]

As someone who lived in the middle of nowhere, Amity, the ocean both terrified and enthralled Danny Fenton.

The first time his parents took him to the beach, it was the middle of the day and he’d been stuck in the prototype GAV for hours upon hours on their “quick, ghost rumor hunting field trip.”

It wasn’t quick, and they caught exactly zero ghosts. When Danny saw the expanse of sand underneath the summer sun, he and Jazz both bounded out of the van like feral little monkeys. Danny and Jazz sprinted down the sand, their parents ambling behind them with their arms loaded up with towels, a first aid kit, and an ungodly amount of mildly ecto contaminated food that they already fought before getting onto the beach.

Danny had splashed into the water, yelped at the freezing temperature, and then promptly found a shell to keep. His mom taught him how to swim with the waves, having come from Surf City herself, and his dad taught Jazz how to dive.

It was a day full of fond memories, especially the memory of the Great War of Sand-Castle Crushing he and Jazz waged against each other.

They stuck around for the sunset, the ripples of colors and peacefulness that swept across the vast waters caught Danny in its hold.

He hadn’t forgotten that moment. Not even when he died.

After a particularly hard day as Phantom, Danny would fly to the coast and loose hours just sitting on the sand and watching the waves lap against the shore. And when those nights were clear? It felt like a slice of his own personal heaven, with the stars shining on his shoulders and the encompassing crash of the waves sheltering his heart.

And on some days, when being Danny left him frustrated, Danny would fly out to the coast and use his intangibility to walk beneath the waves. Near the coast, it’s cloudy with swirls of moving sand and disturbed waters. He walked, and walked, and floated and floated beneath the waters, taking contentment from the way the moonlight of his stars filtered through the water. He admired the way light would glint on the scales of fish and crustaceans alike as he floated beneath the surface. On those days, Danny would pick up trash and polluted things and bring them to shore, to place in the trash cans and all of the recycling cans. He picked up shells and decorated the beaches he frequented, because if it were decorated, perhaps people would refrain from chucking their waste into the sea.

Well, usually, it’d be trash.

Danny watched speechlessly, jaw cracked open just a smidge, as an explosion happened right over his head. The distortion of the water did not hide the fact that there were large chunks of plane pelting down at him, a different figure flying away from the explosion. Danny went invisible and intangible as large metal pieces plunged into his current water space.

“Gosh, people these days,” he huffed. “This is gonna take forever to…”

Danny trailed off, seeing a humanoid shape crash into the water, clearly unconscious. Danny didn’t hesitate before shooting towards the drowning person, glowing green and fully visible again. The stranger’s eyes- holy shit, that’s Batman- turned towards him before closing behind cracked open lenses. Batman slumped falling unconscious. That’s not good.

Danny rocketed out of the water with the vigilante in his arms. If it weren’t for his supernatural strength, there’s no way lanky teenage Danny would have been able to carry Batman’s grown ass built like a tank self to the shore. Likewise, if it weren’t for his strength, Danny wouldn’t have been able to start chest compressions through the layers of armor.

Danny leaned back with a sigh as Batman coughed out only a bit of water, because Danny hadn’t taken all that long to get to him, and held up his hands in a “I don’t have weapons” way as Batman whirled to him.

“Hi. Are you alright?” Danny asked, ectoplasm and instinctive ghost speak fuzzing his words a bit. Damn, Batman must have nearly died a lot. He’ll freak out about meeting Batman later.

“You saved me,” an awkward pause. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. The other guy went that way.”

Danny waved vaguely.

“…What are you?”

“Oh my god, Batman, you can’t just ask someone what they are!” He immediately replied, inwardly smacking himself for the joke. He watched Batman’s face, watching for any sign of discrimination against ghosts, or any sign the man had a sense of humor.

“…”

Neither, apparently, was the answer.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m just here to clean up the beaches. You humans really like to pollute the beaches. It’s quite rude, you know. That plane of yours, well, it’s not your fault,” he amended. “But it’s gonna damage sea life. And I don’t know if you’re in the habit, but please don’t litter on the beach or in the water, especially with your unconscious body. It’s tedious to clean.”

“…I see.”

“Stay. I’ll take out your plane. Make sure it doesn’t stay on the sand, alright?”

With that, Danny stood. Unaware of the way the moonlight lit up his hair like white flames and accentuated the sharp points of his ears, Danny turned away and flew back to the plane site, dragging the pieces up with ease.

Batman sat on the sand, likely exhausted from his fight, and watched him carry the pieces of the aircraft up.

“Here. All done. I gotta get going,” because Danny has school and this just lost him two hours. “Will you be alright?”

Batman nodded once, sharply.

“Good.” Danny went invisible, watching Batman sat up straighter, glancing around in a suddenly visible awareness. Oh, well. Tucker’s gonna freak out.

——

Three years later, Danny’s moved to Gotham for university.

And after midterm season, Danny went for a ghostly walk, but this time, in the waters surrounding Gotham.

When he surfaced, Batman was crouching on a lamp post, waiting for him.

“Oh, it’s you,” Danny said. “Hello. Did you know that people are polluting these waters with bodies too?”

“Yes,” Batman said, graveled voice resounding on the shipping containers around them.

“You should do something about that. Do you like places that are polluted?”

Batman sighed. “What are you?”

Danny hears a small, tinny voice by Batman’s ear, coming from a comm.

“Oh my god, B, you can’t just ask someone what they are!”

Mind flashing back to the night Danny drug a waterlogged Batman out of the ocean, Danny cracked a smile.

“Phantom,” he said, decisively. And, because this isn’t Amity anymore, “the Beach Clean Up crew from the flip side.”

——

Bruce, waking up on the sand: wtf

Bruce, seeing a child next to him who probably saved him: wtf (in “adoption”)

Bruce, seeing Danny’s skin glitter like stars, hair aflame, and pointy ears: wtf (in “I can adopt fae folk, right?”)

Bruce, seeing that Danny doesn’t leave any footprints: wtffff (detective mind goes brrrr)

——

Bruce, after Danny leaves: *donates 20 mil towards beach clean up efforts and anti-pollution causes*

——

Bruce’s Goggle Search History, documented by Oracle:

Sea spirits

Sea vampires

How to parent supernatural kids

How to thank your sea child

Are shells a good gift?

Ocean conservation efforts

Sea spirits that glitters under moonlight

Sea spirits that cleans up beaches

Wayne corporation waste disposal

Companies that dump trash into the sea

*outgoing call to Lucius Fox*

What is “mean girls”

——

Bruce, learning “current pop culture” from his kids:

Bruce, remembering the kid who saved him and realizing he’s probably as old as his own kids are: *adoption tendencies intensifies*

[nerdpoe]

Damian didn't mean to. But looking at the horror on Batman's face, he also knows it doesn't matter.

Someone had managed to sneak up on him, immediately after a fight.

Damian, exhausted and wounded and ever so slightly drugged by fear toxin, reacted.

He'd spun around and run his katana through the attacker-but it wasn't an attacker. It was a civilian, who was staring down at the sword in his chest with a stunned expression.

The civilian looked up, blue eyes meeting Damian's through the mask.

"I was just..." The man trails off, dropping the first-aid kid he'd been carrying.

Damian knows his time as Robin is over.

Danny, on the other hand, can already feel his healing factor trying to kick in, and just needs to figure out how to convince Robin to remove the Katana so it can work without letting Batman know he's a meta.

[evilminji]

"Well there goes Nana's amulet." He says, letting his mouth take the wheel while he holds the kids wrist. "Hey, look at me. Robin. Breathe. Just keep the blade steady, okay? We're gonna get through this. We have about fifteen minutes to pull it out. So I need you to focus for me, okay? We need to remove it so the magic can heal me. I'm gonna be okay."

And Batman is already looming. Clear trying to keep things from getting worse. He covers Robin's still shaking hands with his own, steadys the blade as he gently helps it pull free. His other arm catching Robin as his knees give out. Danny's already basicly healed, but the kid is clearly going into shock.

He's pretty beat up. Dead on his feet. And shows signs of Fear Toxin exposure.

A nasty combination.

And an accident waiting to happen. If it hadn't been a sword, it would have been a fist to the throat, some high voltage tazer. Danny let's Batman bundle the kid off for better treatment at the hands of his coworkers. Let's himself be poked and prodded to reassure everyone there are no new holes in the Danny.

Yep. Nana had a magic amulet. Family thing. Cause ghost hunting. It's weird enough you can't prove him wrong! Not like his parents would remember if he took something like that or not. Now the trick is to make sure it NEVER happens again. Cause Nana having AN amulet? Weird but believable.

But two?

[prlssprfctn]

For the fun of the game, I think pre-reveal Red Hood, should sneak inside the Wayne Manor, take books from the library, and circle with a red pen specific words and letters, so they would combine in creepy and spooky messages.

Imagine, you are Tim Drake, trying to get distracted from the case by reading a random book from the library, but then you notice the pattern, and suddenly, the book has some cryptic ass message with the "please, dad, save my soul, I am being tortured and cannot rest, until the clown dies. Your Jason" lines in it. I would honestly just leave this job.

[kiyterra]

was discussing w @bruceyknyght abt civilian bruce getting his shit rocked in a disaster at a gala but his first/only thought is “WHERE ARE MY KIDS ARE MY KIDS OK”

the nice bunch of teenage vigilantes who are totally not his kids see their dad literally bleeding out but still asking after them and combust in protectiveness :)