I had a thought about Jason telling Damian stories. Damian thinks dead Robin is a ghost bird. Does not help that Jason has mentioned Robin moving his wings or loosing a feather
Part 1
(Omg yes)
“You know, I never knew that Red Hood told Little D bedtime stories at the League,” Nightwing said to Batman. “I need to visit home more often. I keep missing out.”
Phantom slightly turned his head towards them, interested in gossip. He had heard of the Red Hood before, but hadn’t ever met the guy, since he seemed antisocial and volatile from Batman’s words.
“Oh, you’re going to visit the Manor?” Batman asked, extremely casually, even though everyone and their mothers could see that he was standing at attention at Nightwing’s words, like a dog hearing the word “walk”.
Nightwing rolled his head in a physical imitation of rolling his eyes. “Sure, B. I’ll visit this week.”
“Hnn,” was Batman’s extremely overjoyed, jumping-in-glee answer. There was a pause before he asked, “What do you think of his stories?”
“Of the Ghost Princess and her Robin? I think it’s super cute, but I’m curious as to how he makes up stories with characters like Phantom or Wraith. Seems rather detailed, no?”
Phantom stood up then and everyone turned in his direction at the sound of his chair scraping against the floor.
If there was one thing that Phantom loved most in the world, it was his sister. And if there was one thing that she liked and mourned the most, then it was Robin, one of her most dearest and best friends while she was Queen Regent. However, he had been taken away by her by unseen forces that resurrected him in another world, rendering him unable to be found.
Phantom turned to the two standing in the corner and floated over. “Did you mention a Ghost Princess? I want to hear this.”
Nightwing and Batman shared a look and the former said, “Hmm. You and the character Phantom share the same name, huh?”
“I’m also a ghost, y’know?” Phantom said, his hands behind his back in an innocent pose. He looked at them with big, sparkly green eyes, already able to tell that both of them were softening. He wasn’t much older than Red Robin and he loved taking advantage of that. “Can I hear about the Ghost Princsss?”
“It’s a bedtime story that my son created in order to soothe my youngest to sleep,” Batman replied. “It’s a story about a ghost queen and her loyal subject, Robin, as they handle and take care of things in their kingdom.”
“Robin?” Phantom asked, pretending to be confused. “Like your Robin?”
Nightwing shrugged. “I asked our Robin and he thinks that “Robin” was more like a literal bird creature than an actual person like us, since Red Hood would mention golden wings.”
Phantom’s mind flashed back to the Robin he knew, whose yellow wings covered him like a cape as he protected Jazz. It was sounding more and more like this Red Hood was telling the story of Robin and Jazz together.
“Huh,” Phantom said. “That sounds interesting. What about the Ghost Princess and the character Phantom?”
Batman replied, “The Ghost Princess seemed to be queen regent, but preferred to be called princess, while this “Phantom” character was her crown prince. The two were a pair of siblings with two others, Wraith and Spirit.”
Phantom’s eyes widened.
Spirit was a name that Dani had chosen for herself when she was still figuring out her identity. However, what made it special was that she had never revealed her name to the public population in the Ghost Zone, meaning that only a few individuals knew her name. A few individuals that included Robin.
Phantom smiled. “That sounds interesting! I love ghost stories, I’d love to hear this story in person!”
There was no way he was going to let this go. He was most definitely going to find this Red Hood and drag him back to Jazz, kicking and screaming if he had to!
I have a head cannon that Jason used to tell bed time stories to Damian when they were in the league. The stories were really Jason retelling his time in the ghost zone, but they still became some of Damian's favorites.
Jason exhausted and stuck babysitting: Oi demon brat bed time
Damian still in his Robin costume typing away at the bat computer: Tt
Jason sighed: what needs to happen for you to go to bed
Damian: tell me a story of Ghost Princess and Dead Robin
Jason: if you brush your teeth and are in bed in five minutes I'll consider it
Part 2
(Ooh, wait, I LOVE this HC!!)
“You’re reading him a story?” Tim asked curiously. “You’ve never done this before.”
Jason hummed. “I’m not “reading” him a story. I’m telling him one.”
Tim snorted, “Like I said, you’ve never done this before.”
“I did when we were in the League,” Jason replied and Tim fell silent. Jason ignored him and finally entered Damian’s room, where Titus and Alfred the cat were already staying. Damian stared at him in his bed, clearly trying not to look too eager but still bright with attention.
“Todd, you promised! The Ghost Princess and her Robin!” Damian said.
Jason’s lips quirked. He wasn’t sure if Damian knew that the so called stories he told were actually his broken memories of when he was dead.
His precious, fragmented memories of his Princess. He could still faintly recall her bright smiles and cheerful laughter, the way her hair shone a bright crimson, and her tall, black crown.
He had been her Robin, her loyal bodyguard and assistant.
“Well? Start,” Damian demanded.
Jason gave him a lighthearted glare. “Brat,” he muttered before he cleared his throat. Behind him, he could hear the door open and Tim, Bruce, and Cass poked their heads in. In Cass’ hand was her phone, where Jason could faintly hear Dick on the other line.
Jason rolled his eyes but as he looked at Damian’s wide, anticipating eyes, he just sighed and began.
“It was a cold day as always in the Ghost Zone where the Princess and her Robin were staying. As usual, she slept in her bed while her Robin watched over her. It was her brother, Wraith, who had woken her up and brought her to breakfast. That day, she faced a particular dilemma.” Jason paused for dramatic effect.
“Don’t tell me it’s breakfast choices again,” Damian sneered. “That was only funny when I was 7.”
“Shut up and listen,” Jason said sweetly. “The Princess had to travel to the southern regions of the Ghost Zone in order to mediate between two minor vassal kingdoms. The dilemma was that she also had to attend a social gathering that night where she had to convince the officials to allow her to build a library. Do you remember her siblings? Why do you think this was a problem?”
It had been years since Jason had ever told stories of his days down under in the realm of the dead. He hadn’t even been sure if Damian had remembered those bedtime stories until today.
Damian answered, “She has Wraith, the oldest and the wisest.” Jason snorted at the thought of Dan being the most wise. “Phantom, the crown prince and the strongest. And Spirit, the brightest and youngest.”
“What’s the name of the Princess? And why is she in charge if there’s a crown prince?” Tim asked from the door.
Jason glared at him. “First of all, you’re supposed to be pretending like you don’t exist. Secondly, she was the Queen Regent, I just call her the Princess because she didn’t enjoy the title.”
“And her name?” Cass asked.
Jason ignored her. After all, he had long since forgotten the name of his princess. He continued, “The problem was that the Ghostwriter was attending the social gathering and he had a nasty feud with Phantom. Meanwhile, Wraith wasn’t the right person to either negotiate deals or mediate between people, and Spirit was too young to know how to navigate ghostly society. Only twelve, like you.”
Jason thought about the memory fondly. “So the Princess was torn between two choices. This was her only chance to gain the support of the nobility that could help her build a library or build two alliances between two kingdoms that could help stabilize her rule. She was already distrusted and looked down upon by her citizens, so this was her only chance.”
Damian’s eyes lit up. “She called on Robin.”
From behind him, he could hear Dick’s soft call of “Robin?”
Jason smiled. “Yes. She called upon Robin, her most trusted. She entrusted him to attend the social gathering with her little sister and gain the support of the officials. So he and Spirit went to the event while the Princess went to the south with Phantom. Robin was a protector spirit, like Phantom, so he was respected and powerful. He was able to easily schmooze the poor suckers and they all agreed to give money to the Princess’ project. Meanwhile, the Princess’s mind was eased from her worries and she was able to break the fight between the two kingdoms. They all worked together and were able to accomplish both goals. The moral of the story? Always try to depend on the people around you because you can do amazing things if you’re together. The end.”
Cass snorted softly. “Hypocrite.”
Jason graciously ignored her again. He stood up but stopped when Damian got out of bed to grab his hand with a light glare. “Another! I want to hear another! That was too short!”
Jason just sighed and ruffled his hair. “I only promised one story. That’s all for today, Dami. Go to bed now.”
Damian pouted but still got back under his covers. Cass darted over to tuck him in and Jason walked past her and the gazes of both Tim and Bruce, who were staring at him with narrowed eyes.
Memories of that beautiful, kind, gentle girl entered his mind, but all of it felt like smoke through his fingers.
He wished he could’ve had more to tell, more to say about his time down under, but it was impossible.
How could he tell another story if his precious memories of her were already beginning to fade?
1. The court holds Google responsible for statements made by its AI, considering them Google's statements (search engines have limited liability for results in their engine as they're the words of other sites/companies/people), meaning when their AI lies/hallucinates they're liable for the defamation/harm resulting from those statements.
2. Google's defense that customers are generally aware of the lack of reliability and are responsible for fact checking was dismissed. As the court pointed out, that would "significantly diminish" AI Search's stated purpose and it can't be distinguished from Google's business practices/statements as a search tool.
3. Studies have found about 91% of Google's everyday AI responses are accurate, leaving millions of searches per HOUR with potential liability for falsehoods. 56% of correct responses weren't supported by the sources the AI listed. Both of which mean Google is now liable for a LOT more AI "errors."
4. Google was held liable for 80% of court costs in this case and this precedent is expected to reverberate around the world. This is a massive shift from the 3rd-party search provider role Google has previously played and it comes right as they've tied ALL searches to their AI search.
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.
Tim had set his sights on the teen because he kept sneaking out at night, and Tim kept finding him close to active battles, just observing, a portable camera usually in hand, though Tim had never seen him actually use it.
By now, it was common for Red Robin to end his patrol by escorting the kid back to his apartment. He was almost giving up on the lectures, as they seemed to have no effect on Danny.
Tim found himself calling Bruce one night to ask for the contact information of the lawyer who had helped him so many times with custody matters, after discovering that there were barely any records of this Vlad Masters ever existing.
He thought he was the only kid crazy enough to pull this kind of shit.
Danny's hyper-independence, dismissal of his own needs, and continual attraction to danger are exhausting to look after. How can he make Danny understand that even if they're not family (yet, Tim is working on that), Tim still cares and worries? How does he make him understand that he can and should rely on him?
What does he need to do to make the kid understand he does want him?
Tim needs to get Bruce a basket or something. He really had no idea how much of a headache he had been giving the man. It had taken Tim, what, two years to start believing himself part of the family? But Bruce had managed to give him a place and a sense of security even with all the family drama they had. He can do the same for Danny.
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Writer's choice for Danny's side of this, but a few things I've thought of are these:
Danny moved to a different universe with Vlad after things got a little too close to a catastrophe for comfort. It had been easy enough to move funds from one side to the other with the help of some of his ghost friends.
Then Vlad tried to pull some shit, and Danny decided he didn't want to deal with all of this again. He pushed Vlad out of the universe, telling him to find one of his own, and simply continued living.
He doesn't really feel scared at night, being a ghost and all. He actually enjoys flying around and taking pictures with spirits all around, and he has found the vigilantes' fights rather fascinating. They're so different from his battles with ghosts.
Okay so I’m an elementary school art teacher right, and I have this really fun game I made a PowerPoint for to teach like, emotions and intent and looking at the whole picture to first grade.
The idea is, when we count down and change slides, kids have to mimic one thing in the painting as best they can, whether it’s animate or inanimate. If there’s nothing in the shot for them to mimic (because I threw some contemporary abstract stuff in), they have to show me how the painting makes them feel. Easy enough, gets them excited to move around and vocal about their feelings regarding art, it’s very chaotic. I can tell pretty fast who’s got the emotional maturity to mimic things in a complex way, and who’s just enough of an abstract thinker to mimic inanimate objects early on in the game...
So the first picture is this:
Napoleon Crossing the Alps. My favorite reactions are usually the kids who pretend to be the freaked-out horse, but 2 memorable occasions were the one where a student immediately scrunched up to be the rock in the foreground, and the one where a pair of girls, without any communication on their parts, decided to be Napoleon riding the horse with one as Napoleon and one as the horse. Basically one of them fully tackled the other apropos of nothing, it was hilarious
I’ll add more if y’all want or if I feel like it lol I have a bunch of stories from this one game
Okay so later in the lineup we get to Dalí’s Persistence of Memory, which is very funny because it’s preceded by several pieces that have like, obvious people in them, so everyone’s gotten a bit complacent in their mimicry
In case you’ve forgotten, this is Persistence:
And I swear every time, there’s a beat right before everyone either becomes a tree by t-posing for their life, or goes boneless like some kind of child-shaped pancake over the nearest flat surface
Highlights from this one include a pair who decided to drape themselves pancake-style over the same desk and banged heads, resulting in 2 ground pancakes, and someone who fully just stood there staring, and explained that they were expressing the hatred they felt as soon as they saw it
Last installment: one of the pictures is The Scream, and everyone very quickly just makes a 😱 face, but then we get to talk about my favorite “throw spaghetti at the wall” topic, why is he screaming? (The answer is Existential Dread, but it’s not appropriate to tell 1st graders that so instead we all put out other ideas lol)
In case you haven’t looked at it recently, this is The Scream:
My favorite guesses from the kids to Why Is He Screaming:
-those guys behind him are going to arrest him
-he missed his boat and it’s one of the ones in the background, he just noticed
-the sky’s all wiggly
-he just wanted to scream
-HE CAN SEE THE CLASS OF FIRST GRADERS LOOKING AT HIM AND HE DOESN’T LIKE IT
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
"I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!" someone says, rising a hand high in the air only for it to send the rest of the family, especially those that found Danny pretty as heck, into another debate fight.
Bruce just sighs and rubs the bridge of his nose to stop his forming headache. Ever since he and the family found out about the deal the entity Clockwork, a prolong life in exchange to tutor a future Ghost King, and finally meeting said future king most of his kids seemed to find him pretty. Someone, he doesn't remember which of his kids started this, jokingly said that maybe one of them should marry Danny into the family.
Bruce groans when he hears someone pull out one of their weapons and is now threatening the others with it.
Meanwhile
"DANIEL! Get down from the roof!"
"Naw, no thanks fruitloop! The stars are pretty tonight!"
Been reading howls moving castle lately and i do love how idgaf maxxing sophie is about. Everything. Learns her sisters swapped places bc one wanted to learn magic while the other wanted a family😐👍 gets turned into an old lady by the wicked witch of the waste😐👍 meets a fire demon and makes a contract w him before taking a nap on a cozy chair😐👍 learns shes a witch ans has been speaking magic into every hat she ever made😐👍 like i strive to give that little of a fuck. Which is contrasted to howl going on a neurotic spiral every two pages
i think the most upsetting thing about american-flavor puritanism is how fucking patronizing it is. it's 2026 but the whole world still has to deal with a cultural hegemony grown from the gnarled vestiges of victorian-era paternalism. tax-paying adults with passports and the right to vote are treated like wayward children because of the antiquated idea that authorities must protect the weak minds of the unwashed masses from depravity and corruption. the average american can send a fellow citizen to the chair, but they can't piss in a ditch without being declared an outlaw. american entertainment media is saturated with sex, but you can't talk about it online without getting your account suspended. it's such blatant censorship at a universal scale, but because sexual content is framed as inherently dangerous, this restriction on basic adult autonomy, this blanket denial of moral and intellectual adulthood, can be reframed as protection, an expression of care, a moral duty. "won't someone think of the children!" I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN! I AM A GROWN MAN!
thank god that the video game that features slow motion animations of graphic gunshot wounds and is rated 18+ has a profanity filter in single player offline mode. thank you for protecting this 33 year old mind from the corrupting influence that is a horse named apple slut
Hey so it's come to my attention that the Creators of Disco Elysium want you to share the game and not give the company who took over and fired them (illegally)?) any profits off of their ideas and work, and I originally joined tumblr 2 weeks ago when that post was going around about the Steam sale and how you should [Skull and Crossbones flag] it instead.
So.
in light of that.
Check the replies/notes of this post :)
I was informed that posts containing links in them aren't findable in the search so i'll just.... drop a link in a seperate reboot :)
masterpost please no editing or concrit, I literally cannot get my brain to read over my own work right now to edit ;-;
Constantine drains half a bottle of water before he starts talking. “These people were batshit, but they were smart. Dangerous fuckers. Never seen tech work with magic and other realms like this. Can’t be confident that absolutely everything is shut down, but no one should just… trip on their face into the realm of the dead.”
“I… well, that’s good, I guess,” Barry says with a blink.
Bart feels a little sorry for him. Barry, who’s totally crash with most stuff, still really struggles with magic and things. Danny has helped that, but, like, it’s an uphill race. Bart’s leg jiggles faster with impatience.
He was banished to the corner of the break room when he arrived and told to sit and hush. Which, like, is okay. He can do that. For a bit. He’s just there waiting for the go ahead to zip off and bring the rest of the team to the site. The site being called safe is a big step that way. The adorable blob he was handed when he sat made what Bart had to guess was a happy warble as they jiggled.
(Maybe Barry would let them keep one, as long as Bart and Danny promised to take care of it.)
“We believe that all should continue to travel in duos or trios,” Dianna says. Bart can’t help but straighten up. Dianna just sort of commands that. When she fixes him with a stare he almost wilts though. “I would also suggest that our younger members travel with more senior members.”
Bart waited a beat, and then says, “But we can be around then.”
“I don’t think that was the take away from that, Impulse,” Barry says. He looks like he just bit into one of Wally’s extra hot burritos by mistake.
Bart shrugs. “It’s what I took from it.”
“I am sure that Robin will feel the same,” Bruce says, all dark and brooding like. “All Young Justice members must be accompanied by at least two Justice League members. And there will be no going into the main lab until both the Dark team and Afterimage feel like it is right to do so, is that understood?”
Bart nods quickly. “Yep, I mean yes. Can I go get them then?”
Bruce gave a long pause. Bart’s leg jiggles. “Flashes, go with Impulse to bring Young Justice. The break room will do.”
“Yes,” Bart hisses and he’s off.
Then back.
He carefully sets the ghost back into one of the paper boxes with the others.
“I, um… forgot,” he mumbles, and then he’s really off. He comes to a screeching stop in the Young Justice Lair™. Tim is, of course, at the computer. Kon, Cassie, and Danny are at the table, and Cassie is mid some sort of story about the siege and Danny looks at least not 100% miserable. “Hey guys! So, me and”—Barry and Wally come to a stop slightly more elegantly— “them are going to take you to the site. We have to stay with an adult, and I think they’re going to keep us in a break room, but like…”
“Will they tell us more about what’s going on?” Danny asks, now looking 100% miserable.
“Or at least let me look for Technus in their main server?” Tim asks, without looking up from the computer.
“Um,” Bart says helplessly, “maybe?”
“Robin, you’ll have to talk to Batman about that,” Barry says, “but helping Technus is one of our goals today. Afterimage, yes. You’re one of our most informed heroes on this, your knowledge will be helpful. But we need to make sure that you stay safe while we all work. That includes taking breaks when you need to.”
“I’m not a hero,” Danny mumbles.
“Maybe not right now,” Barry agrees, “but you’re family. We’re here for you, and we want you safe.”
“We’ll look out for you too,” Kon says. His voice is softer than Bart is used to, smaller somehow.
Danny gives Kon a shaky smile.
“Okay,” Wally says with a clap of his hands. “Robin, I’ll come back and grab you after we take the others. Have whatever tech you need to help Technus ready to go.”
Tim gives a little wave of confirmation.
Bart, who’s smoothest, takes Danny, who is still new to traveling this way. Wally gives a sweeping bow to Cassie, who rolls her eyes, but lets Wally pick her up. This leaves Kon for Bart. Bart holds out his arms with a grin. Kon sighs, but uses enough TTK for Bart to ‘pick’ Kon up and zip off after the others. When they come to a stop in the break room, Kon hops down the same way he does in battle. It’s like he expects the copy machine to bite him or something.
(Considering where they are, Bart figures that’s not exactly out of the question.)
“Emotional support blob delivery!” Dick calls as he saunters in.
“What?” Cassie asks.
“Emotional support blob. I’m totally giving a box to Dinah for therapy reasons,” Wally answers.
Barry opens his mouth and then closes it as he considers it. “Not a bad idea, hold that thought.” And then Barry is off to get Tim.
“Blobs?” Cassie asks. She picks one of them out of the paper box Dick is holding. It hangs from her hands, slowly oozing down towards the ground.
“They’re, um, they’re basically emotionally charged ectoplasm,” Danny says. He’s standing with his back up against the wall, watching them all. “Ectoplasm is what makes up the Infinite Realms. Sometimes if there’s a emotional high in an area or if a ghost is ended, they form in that ectoplasm and coalesce into the little guys. They’ve got about the same sort of mental processing as a frog.”
Cassie tilts her head to follow as the eyes of the blob slip down to the bottom. “Do their eyes always shift like that?”
Danny shrugs. “Yeah, sorta. They’re not as… formed because a ghost’s form is just latent memory of who they used to be or want to be or are within death. The blobs ghosts don’t have that. Sorta the same as will-o-wisps and stuff.”
“Weird,” Cassie says. “Like, cute, but weird.”
The non-speedsters (except for Danny), all rock slightly in the breeze as Barry reappears with Tim.
“Which way is B?” Tim asks, right down to business.
Dick has to get in Tim’s way to stop him from wandering off. Dick places a hand on Tim’s chest. “Nope baby bird! You’re staying right here in kiddy jail, okay?”
“Not, not okay,” Tim says. “I have to try and fix Technus. Have you found a central computer? Where is it?”
“Just wait, okay? Once we have everything secure, we can deal with that,” Wally says.
Bart frowns at him. “Constantine said it was!”
“He said the building was,” Barry says. He squeezes Bart’s shoulder. “But you know that’s not the only things to worry about in a rescue operation.”
Bart glances to Danny, then quickly down at the ground. “I, right.”
“Who… who have you found?” Danny asks. His voice breaks around the words.
“Not everyone is sticking around to give names,” Dick says. He gets close enough to hand Danny a blob ghost. He clutches it tightly ad Dick continues. “There are a few yeti. Some amazonians, Wonder Woman is furious about that one. She’s heading to talk with them. Green Lantern is trying to get a list of the others since this is a cross realm issue. There’s one ghost that is helping a lot, she’s a lunch lady.”
Danny sucks in a sharp breath. “Does she… is there… is Boxy with her? I, um, he’s in overalls and a knit cap.”
“I, yeah, I think I saw him with her,” Barry says.
“Okay, that’s good.” Danny’s shoulders drop so suddenly that that he wavers on his feet. Kon steps forward to help steady him with an arm around Danny’s shoulder. “I, um, I can help identify the ghosts, not all of them, but a lot. The yetis are friends and I trained with the amazons. And others were… rogues, I guess? But they were just being ghosts. Like Boxy. He just… he’s the box ghost. He likes to collect boxes.”
“I’ll make sure to bring him one of the paper boxes, okay?” Barry offers. He’s using his talking to victims voice. “We might take you up on that, and I know that you probably want to see them, but some of them are in rough shape, and we want to give them some time to rest.”
In other words, Barry doesn’t want them to see the gore of it all. Bart doesn’t know if Danny gets what Barry is really saying, but Danny nods anyways. “You’ve at least… all of the… everything is stopped, right?”
“There is one that seems in a stasis, but the ghost isn’t in any harm that we can tell. We’ve left the computers on for Technus,” Wally says. “That one we will need your help on, okay?”
Danny nods again, slowly.
“Well then!” Barry stands with his hands on his hips. “I’ll bring some waters and snacks, but settle in. And yes, Robin, I’ll talk to Batman about getting you into the system, alright?”
“You all enjoy the blobs,” Dick says. “I’ll get a box to Boxy, and then check on how settled everyone is. Like Flash said, just have a seat, okay?”
“Yep, we can do that!” Bart chirps and put on his best smile. Kon lets out a soft snort, but Bart just ignores him. He holds his smile until all of the adults leave. “Right. Sorry that they’re really not letting us go anywhere yet…”
“You’d think they’d trust us of all groups in evil labs,” Cassie says. She throws herself into a seat, blob ghost held up over her head. It rotates slowly like some weird lava lamp.
“Why would they do that?” Danny asks.
“Because of me,” Kon says simply. He guides Danny over to one of the chairs, doing that mother hen things he does sometimes to Tim. “The pretty much raided the lab I was in and save my ass from a life of serving a megalomaniac billionaire.”
“The billionaire to evil lab pipeline is real. My godfather had one. He cloned me,” Danny says concernedly. “They took him too. He’s like me. Was like me. I’m pretty sure they ended him.”
The silence after was pretty awkward. Bart was glad Kon broke it. “What happened to clone?”
“Most of them destabilized, turned into ecto,” Danny says, squeezing the blob ghost in his hands. “One survived, I’m hoping that she’s still out there somewhere. He had more still in tube but not… you know, people yet? They used the bodies for tests.”
“Oh.” Bart sat on the edge of the table. “I’m sorry.”
Tim, walking into the Batcave and noticing everyone’s distraught appearance: What’s wrong?? Who died??
Stephanie: We have bad news Tim. You should sit down.
Tim: Oh shit did someone actually die?? Who was it this time?
Dick: Remember that civilian that we catch trailing after us every so often? The one who was involved in the Penguin incident awhile ago?
Tim: Oh. Clarissa O’Neal? What about her?
Damian: She was taken hostage by one of Black Masks henchmen. We didn’t make it in time to save her.
Tim: ? And that’s why you guys are so upset? C’mon guys lighten up, it’s movie night
Jason, getting visibly pissed: What the Fuck dude. A civilian we were close to fucking died because we didn’t make it in time
Dick: I know you didn’t like her much but show a bit of empathy Timmy. You usually take these situations seriously
Tim: I’ve been trying to kill her off for ages. Why would I be upset??
Steph: Tim you have 10 seconds to fix your attitude before i fix it for you
Jason: Since when do you take people’s lives so lightly? Dude you need to leave before I do something i regret.
Tim: I didn’t know you guys were so attached to her. I could revive her if you want, but honestly it’s more effort than it’s worth. And she was getting unwanted attention from the rogues so she had to go.
Damian: Revive?? Timothy what are you on about? And why are you saying that like you personally set up her demise?
Tim: Because I did? The planning for it took forever but I have to admit everything went a lot better than I was expecting.
Dick: TIM WHAT—
Jason: WHAT THE HELL—
Damian: MURDER? You?!
Steph, screaming over everyone else: WAIT SHUT UP
Steph: TIM NO YOU DID NOT
Steph: TIM DON’T TELL ME YOU DID IT AGAIN
Dick: Again?!? What are you talking about?!
Steph, laughing: Guys calm down. HE was Clarissa
Tim: You guys didn’t know??
Jason: HOW WERE WE SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT THE HISPANIC LOOKING WOMEN IN HER MID TWENTIES AND A CRIME ALLEY ACCENT WAS YOU
Dick: Tim i am THIS CLOSE to burning down your disguise room.
Damian: Timothy explain yourself
Tim: I had an undercover op that I needed a female field agent for a couple years ago to infiltrate penguins operations. Over time She became a bit too important and Black mask was threatening her. So I decided to kill her off. I got the info I needed already and it was becoming a bit of a drag keeping up appearances
Steph: You need to stop getting us emotionally invested in your aliases and then killing them off. This is the fourth time you did this to me. I’ll never forgive you for Alvin Draper, I still grieve him even though i know you’re alive!
Tim: YOU guys need to start recognizing me in disguise. Worlds greatest detectives MY ASS
Jason: DUDE YOU GAVE YOURSELF DOUBLE D’s WHY WOULD WE ASSUME THAT WAS YOU
Damian: My training in this area has been neglected. Timothy show me your disguise lair
Tim: Sure, after movie night. Let’s go
Dick: This is gonna bite us in the ass. Damian is already so good at impressions. We will never know if someone we are talking to is him or not
Tim: LMAO When i’m done with him? Yea everyone’s fucked
Steph: It’s gonna give Roger from American dad
Bruce from the corner: *Breathes a sigh of relief*
Bruce at the Batcomputer: *Sighs and moves Clarissa O’Neal from ‘Real Civilian Death’ folder to ‘Tim’s Fake Identities’ folder. Creates new folder labeled ‘Damian’s Fake Identities’
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