I don't think anyone follows me, but I've got an appointment next Monday at planned parenthood to get estrogen. Idk how to explain it, but I've known I want to do this for almost a decade and I'm fucking freaking out.
Sure, he could give orders and tell kids to calm it, you're going to be fine, but this was a whole other realm of an issue.
He spent the first moment in the Zone with his head in his hands, breathing heavily and screaming in short bursts as the anxiety and stress rushed over him.
I'm going to have a— a anxiety attack or somethin' if I go much longer, Danny recognized and let out one final scream of mixed emotions. Lock in, Fenton.
He needed a lot of ghosts and really fast.
Now how he got them, he was at a lack of ideas for.
Every second he spent could be a kid dying, was the grim thought, before he finally sped off. The Far Frozen was the first place he knew he could get help.
Danny doesn't think he's ever flown faster, and he tumbles into the snowy courtyard, breathing out a sigh of relief that he sees Frostbite in the distance.
"Frostbite!" He calls as he pushes off towards the yeti. "I really need your help! Like, right now!"
-
Red Huntress smashed through another window of a car with a grunt, shoving her gauntleted hand into the door to unlock it.
It was only the first week of September, and still hot as Satan's morning breath in the Midwest. Kids old enough to could easily get out of their parents' cars without a key, but babies? Snowballs chance in this hell.
Thankfully, this car wasn't too new, so no laminated windows. Her hands were numb and thank god her armor was red or she'd be scaring everyone with her blood smearing everywhere.
Another baby. She let out an exhausted, rattling breath as she looked at the freeway ahead of her, chin hitting her chest.
A murmur. A sound of crying from the kids making camp underneath a cluster of trees in the distance.
Phantom better get his ass moving, or there's going to be too many who don't make it.
-
Danny is walking into a den of undead werewolves with a 8 foot tall ghost yeti and thinks he might've just actually died and this is a fever dream.
"Wulf! Ni bezonas vian helpon!"
At least some of the other yetis had gone out to also recruit help, he considered, acting like he was an optimistic person.
-
It was getting really crowded. Sam had started to direct ghosts that came out of the portal to the front lawn of Fenton Works.
Somewhere between centaurs (???) and Lunch Lady, Danny appeared with Frostbite and probably a hundred and fifty yetis.
She's not freaking out. Because Cherry Bomb cannot have a plant frat party on the Fenton's lawn.
It takes a minute or so with ghosts of all shapes and sizes spilling onto the road for her to leap down from where she stood to land next to Danny.
"Is that Youngblood?" Tucker asks, pointing to the little feral pirate child.
"He's sadistic." Sam pointed out.
"He hates me." Jazz chimed in.
"He'll help us."
Danny's tone was firm, and they didn't have the time to spare for more arguments.
"You have a plan, Danny?" His sister questioned, gently.
With a nod, Phantom floated upwards and projected his voice.
"Okay! If you didn't already hear, everyone over eighteen is gone." He clasped his hands and tried not to wring them. "But there's a lot of kids in danger. Hot cars, hospitals, planes, ships, their own houses. And I know that Amity isn't a great reflection of... well. Humans. But children need our help."
Danny looked over the amassed ghosts. There was... probably three hundred, if not more of them, and his skin itched with the amount of gazes. "I'm calling a Guardian Truce. That means that you will be held accountable if you harm property or people in a time of peril for the innocent. Okay? Okay."
"Look babe, we get it." Drawled Ember, who looked begrudging but still agreeable. "Now what do you want us to do?"
Danny hadn't really gotten all that far yet.
He shot a look down to Team Phantom. They obliging took over as he settled back onto the grass.
"Frostbite, we really need your people and couple of the wulves to go to hospitals across the globe. There's kids and babies in the NICU that need you." Jazz urged, gesturing to the large yetis. There were a few nods, as a couple of werewulves began to rip portals and get them through.
"Youngblood," began Tucker, "so, man, can you and your crew go to the seas? Help kids on boats back to land?"
A scowl. But they too flew off in the nearest direction of a body of water.
"Pandora, centaurs—you’re the fastest we’ve got. Prioritize ambulance routes and freeway pileups. And—uh—could you cover Greece while you’re at it?"
Danny finally let out a breath as his friends began to organize.
It was grim, but not hopeless.
"Queen Dorathea! You and your knights have to go get kids off of planes. They're only on autopilot for so long." Came the strained voice of Jazz as she handed her brother a protein bar.
It was going to be a really long day.
"Oi, Phantom." He snapped his head up at Ember floating in front of him, arms crossed. "Chin up. You're center stage, so you're gonna have to perform. You get my tune?"
"This isn't a performance."
A snort. "Kid, everything is a performance. Something something Shakespeare quote."
"Gee, thanks." There was a brittle laugh, but it was something.
"Alright, pipsqueak." A kick to his shoulder from her combat boots. "Go tell Lunch Lady to go somewhere before she starts telling you you're too skinny."
A grimace, but he obliged.
It only took a few minutes, but by the end, Danny and Tucker were already instructing the ghosts left behind.
Jazz had taken Cujo (unfortunately) as he could both teleport and have enhanced senses. Sam had gone with Wulf not too long ago.
Kitty, Ember, Pointdexter and Elastica were then spread out across the globe. It was like throwing darts at this point.
And then it was just Phantom, his best friend, and a couple of wulves pacing restlessly.
He stared at his phone buzzing with calls for help.
“If this goes wrong,” Tucker murmured, “no one’s coming to bail us out.”
Danny exhaled shakily. "Then it can't go wrong."
"The end of the world before drivers ed?" Dead Tech huffed. "Maan, this sucks."
"Absol-fucking-lutely." He held out a fist to bump. Danny's comm crackled with relays of information.
"Les go."
Two portals ripped open, spilling an unearthly green light.
No backup, minimal actual training, no mentors, and barebones of a plan.
Ah, well. Team Phantom for the win.
Not qualified. Not ready. And definitely not stopping.
I'm very inspired by the scenes where Danny is Mr. Freeze's assistant, so I made a sketch with the design.
Maybe I'll paint it again.
So, Danny has found a good part-time job, and he really likes this man with a tragic backstory and ICE.
But the GIW keeps track of news about anything that looks like ghosts. Even if his ectoplasmic signature can get lost in Gotham, his appearance is really a problem.
So he asks Sam and Tucker for help, and their grins should really have alerted him.
Sam chooses winter fairy because "fairy is cool, you can borrow my book on medieval mythology to make sure." Tucker is working on the technological aspects. So.
(let's be honest, the main reason is that Ellie recently started watching Winx. They're sure she's going to fucking love it.)
Wings mask the ability to fly. The warm clothes are thick enough to fit inside a special fabric that holds back most of the ghost core's energy signature. The half mask hides the green glow of the eyes. Among other things, the colors are far from the usual black and white, so as not to be associated with an old suit.
Simply put, this costume is a monstrous combination of technology and magic. According to Sam and Tucker, how well Danny's ass stands out is just a nice bonus.
It works, and Danny looks like a perfectly ordinary meta-henchman of Mr. Freeze. Now it would be really nice if literally all the fucking Batman kids would stop staring at his ass.
(optional: Strangely enough, in THIS transformation of a magical girl, literally all the inhabitants of Amity recognize him. Apparently, the blocking of ecto in the mask was overdone? Now everyone at home knows that he's a supervillain's henchman, lol)
(Mr. Lancer lets out a very long, drawn-out sigh)
(besides, I've never been able to choose between dead on main, dead tired or dead serious)
While it isn’t unusual to see League assassins sneaking around Gotham, it is surprising to see Ra’s Al Ghul himself there. Without making it known, no evil plots, just there... In a normal apartment, being completely normal, around completely normal people.
Or maybe there is an evil plan, because the apartment belongs to Dante Draco. Aka Tim’s cousin.
“Holy shit,” he whispers under his breath but Barbara hears him loud and clear.
Her panic is loud and clear. Look, even if he didn’t explain what happened between the two of them, Tim at least told her Ra’s is on his shit list. “RR? What’s happening? Has Ra’s done anything?”
“No. It’s just- I know the person who the apartment belongs to.” Wow, way to under explain.
There’s a pause, very clear that Barbara is searching whatever she can find on Dante. Not that there's much, Dante really doesn’t do much with his life. Besides hanging out Ra’s Al Ghul apparently! “Oh shit,” she whispers in the same tone as him. Clearing finding the family connection.
“Yeah,” he breathes out. Not to say that he’s close to Dante, seeing as he is 7 years older than him and was the black sheep of the family, but he was nice. Kind even. Made a really quiet off hand offer to ‘sneak into his house if Bruce turns out to be bad.’
So excuse him for wanting to make sure Ra’s isn’t going to do anything to him.
“Do you know why Ra’s would target him?” Barbara’s tone would sound interrogative if it wasn’t so clear she was trying to get him to go from ‘Omg I need to do something’ to ‘Omg I need to do something’. Think through, make plans and such. Don’t go running in head first without informing her. Don’t do something stupid.
Tim shakes his head, trying to get his thoughts back on track. He’s had bat training for years to help with this! He can’t lose all that progress just because Ra’s fucking Al Ghul makes him a bit upset. He digs his nail into the back of his neck as grounding, taking deep, deep breaths. He’s going to put Ra’s in the fucking ground one day.
He looks back to the binoculars at just the right moment to see Ra’s hold a tiny, pudgy baby. The closer he looks, the more the little one looks like Dante. The jet black hair is at the cross road between wavy and curly, their nose turns at just the slight angle that out of everyone in the family, only Dante has. Which…
“Since when did Dante have a kid?!”
“Two kids,” Oracle corrects, which is not much better. He makes a point of checking on his remaining family. Lavender Draco moved out the moment she hit 18, spent 4 years in Indiana where she met her current husband, Paxton Parker, and they moved to Illinois. Madonna Nightingale-Draco and Jack Draco moved to Chicago shortly after the death of Janet Drake.
However, Dante was a bit harder to track. Dropped out of high school at 16, went on a spiritual journey around Europe before settling down with his two close friends, Olive Richardson and Sayer Smith, in New York. Occasionally, he makes visits to wherever he pleases, but never for long. He had flings with both friends at separate times during high school before breaking up not long after. No other partners he could find after those.
He knows that Dante Draco does not have children, let alone even have a partner. So where did two tiny babies come from? And another good question to ask, why in God’s Green Earth does the demon head want with them?
“I’m going undercover,” he says quickly and swiftly. He might not know his cousin well; however, he does know Ra’s. He doesn’t like the picture this paints and is itching to get his hands on some type of information.
“What?!” He knew that Barbara wouldn't like that, but he wasn’t expecting her to sound so outraged. Maybe because Ra’s is on his shit list? She doesn’t need to worry, he knows how to deal with the demon head.
So he pleads. “It’s our only lead.”
Hook, line, and sinker. “Fuck.” He’s going to fuck with Ra’s if this is his attempt at fucking with him.
—
It’s awkward to do undercover work as Tim Drake-Wayne instead of another alias. It’s weird to have to pretend to be himself yet not himself. Rubs him the wrong way, just a little. He knocks just like Dante taught him. Two dashes-dot, four dots, three dashes, three dots.
Dante peeps through a crack in the door before brightening (with excitement..?) as he closes the door to undo the latches properly. He opens the door wide, beckoning him in. Tim follows in quickly because what else is he to do?
“Timothy! Welcome!” Dante doesn’t grin, but it’s close to one. He closes the door behind him before looking around for someone. Seems like Ra’s got the hint that they were onto him. Shit. “Where’s that vampire gone…”
What. Dante knows what and who Ra’s is really? Is this a trap? It’s starting to feel like a trap. What the fuck. How does he know?
“Vampire?” Tim asks, a little choked up. Hopefully it can be written off as him being superstitious or whatever. If this isn’t a trap.
“Ah, an inside joke with an asshole/guy I know.” he waves him off just a bit too easily. He looks gleeful to describe the demon head as an ‘asshole’. It’s a correct statement but he looks downright manic about it.
Tim is trying to unscramble the riddle that is most certainly right in front of his face. He’s missing something, that much is clear. It then becomes a question of what is he missing. So he asks a question, “Why are you friends with someone you don’t like?”
“I knew him long, long ago,” he says cryptically. Almost worse than Bruce. Dante cackles almost evilly as he remembers something? Bad vibes, really. Then he adds on offhandly, “I hated him then, kinda hate him now, but I guess he’s growing on me.”
What.
Tim must’ve made a face since Dante just waves him off again.
“Come meet Dorian Dan Draco and Diara Ellie Draco,” he says with the soft look Tim has ever seen on his face. He didn’t think he could make a face like that, seeing as he’s always scrawling, pouting, and the likes. Dante says it like it matters, like it’s a special moment not to be broken. “My gifts, my blessings, my children.” he whispers, voice breaking at the last word.
There’s a riddle here. The question stays as what is it supposed to be? And what can it mean?
Unique or well-executed tropes, all platonic edition! Just because I feel like it.
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City Pigeons Bleed Green by PaperPuffin
Danny is Bruce Wayne's clone. He's discovered by the Bats, who promptly adopt him. Lots of angst and trauma, skittish Danny, very sweet. 20/20 chapters
Ghosts, Legacies, and CPS by Ace_of_Roses & Karnia_Queen
Vlad calls CPS on Danny. To avoid being placed into Vlad's custody, he goes to a distant biological relative for help - Tim Drake. This one is literally so good. Lots of identity shenanigans. 6/6 chapters
Grave Promises by Blueseabird2
Dick Grayson was trapped in the Ghost Zone years ago and taught newly-Phantom Danny how to be a vigilante. After a reveal gone wrong, Danny seeks out Dick "years" later for help. 11/11 chapters
Like Facing Off Against C'Thulu, but it's Really Just your Fears by nerdpoe
Emotionally devasating. Dick is vivisected by the Fentons and Danny rescues him. The Bats rescue Danny in turn. One of my all-time favorites that you must read. 4/4 chapters
TWINcognito Mode by nerdpoe
Another one of my absolutely favorites. Nerdpoe, you get me. Danny is Tim Drake's clone, and they decide to be twins (and mess with the rest of the family in the process). 6/6 chapters
The Bat Trap by Threee
The Parent Trap, but with the demon twins who don't know they're twins. This one is such a journey. 33/33 chapters
ACTIVELY IN PROGRESS
Corrupted Respawning by CosmicDustPoltergeist
Another "Danny is Tim's clone" masterpiece. Danny is more of a chill guy than a weapon, so the Batfamily decides to adopt him. 14/?
Baby, I Basked in the Violence by Garden_Haunter
Utterly traumatized post-capture/vivisection baby Danny who finds refuge with the Bats. 17/?
those who serve. by aryelee
Reread this one a dozen times. Alfred adopts homeless Danny instead of Bruce and teaches him to be the family butler. Absolutely stunning. 8/9
sacrificial bat by hollowgast1
Shameless self promo! Nowhere near the level as these others, but hopefully you still like it. Danny is summoned by a cult and forced to overshadow Tim. Angst and identity shenanigans. 6/7
Transference by PoseidonChick13
Nightwing rescues traumatized, tortured Danny. Demon twins AU. So much delicious angst in this. 3/?
I thought you were gone (and you still found me) by TStarOPines
Evil Vlad keeps Danny captive. Dan and Ellie are reverted to cores, which Danny is "incubating." The Bats rescue him. Trigger warning for assumed noncon (there is none). 23/?
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For the simple fact of I need Titans Tower to happen.
I need this exchange to occur.
Jason: You steal my colors, you steal my dad.
Tim: What the fuck are you talking about Bruce is my grandfather, and Robin belonged to my dad first!
Jason:
God himself:
Every hero in the world:
Jason: When you say Dad who exactly do you mean?
Tim: Nightwing is my Dad!!!!
Jason: I see on a unrelated note I will be moving to another earth
Dick appearing: I see you have chosen death!!!
Jason, who is now regretting every life choice that ended him here. It's one thing to fight the son of Batman. It is another to bitch about the son of Nightwing, wearing a robin costume and trying to kick his ass.
Jason is getting his shit rocked for kicking his nephews ass, and now understands why Bruce cried like a little bitch everytime Dick and Bruce fought.
Danny was walking down the street late at night, suit jacket draped over one of his arms, feeling down. The blind date that he had been set up on had been a bust. The only thing he wants to do now is to go back to his apartment and spend the entire weekend relaxing.
When passing by a quiet alley something very suddenly slams into his leg. It causes Danny to momentarily stumble in his steps. It isn't until he regains his footing does he finally look to see what is clinging to his leg.
It's- it's a baby or more like a toddler really. If Danny had to guess he'd say the little boy was 2 or 3 at most. That thought is quickly thrown to the back of his mind when he notices that the kid is wrapped up in what is obviously a large, black cape. How on earth did he get that?
"Daddy!" Two tiny, watery blue eyes shine as they stare up at him, "You found me! I don't know how I got here, but you found me so we can go home now, right? Is mommy waiting for us there?"
What in the world is he supposed to do in this situation? "Ah, yeah buddy we can do that. Just as a fun game real quick though what's mine and mommy's name?"
"You're silly daddy! It's Thomas and Martha Wayne!"
"…Bruce?" He can't help but say the name. Is this really THE Bruce Wayne? It can't be, something else has to be going on right now.
"That's my name, great job daddy!" Bruce raises his arms for Danny to pick him up. "We go home now?"
"Sure uh let's go…home." Danny, not knowing what else to do, picks up the kid and starts making his way towards Wayne Manor.
He’s also going to continue to ignore the fact that it’s probably Batman’s cape wrapped around Bruce, and what that probably means.
Maddie Fenton was a good scientist, a loving wife and a lousy mother.
She would have argued against it once. Would have lifted her chin to shout about loving her children, supporting them in any way she could. They had great futures as ghost hunters!
Except neither wanted that did they?
Maddie tried to remember if she ever sat down to talk to her children about their dreams. She knew Jazz loved psychology so maybe that? Danny… Danny liked space right. Did he…
What did they want to do?
Maddie didn't know.
She stood in the doorway to Danny’s room, staring at the empty space where his things used to be.
The last time she spoke to him he'd begged her and Jack to make it to a dinner. It wasnt anything special he said, he just wanted to eat with them before he went to Gotham for university. Maddie had agreed.
Then the Box Ghost was causing trouble and they had to work on their gear.
Danny hadn't spoken to since. He'd vanished without a word.
Jazz called to scream at them, to shout they had messed it up for the last time.
At first, Maddie hadn't taken it seriously. They messed up. That sort of thing happened. The kids would get over it.
Except they didn't.
“Snookums?” Jack called, voice haggard. He came up the stairs holding the same magazine that led to Maddie’s current state.
TIM DRAKE-WAYNE MARRIES FIANCE DANNY NIGHTNGALE.
She hadn't even known Dabby changed his last name.
Summary: Its a trivial thing, Maddie thinks. It doesn't matter, Jack insists. They love their kids the two have to know it. So they mess up on the trivial stuff, its fine.
Except.. Their kids don’t agree.
Pairings: Dead Tired, Anger Management
Notes: Bad Parents Maddie and Jack but they're like this instead of the more extreme examples.
There's a fic where Jazz, Danny, and the batfam are discussing the anti ecto acts somehow realize that Danny has been declared an ambassador for the Gorilla Kingdom bc of the Dalilah situation.
Scarecrow needs to test a new fear toxin. However he doesn’t want bats knowing he’s out of Arkham yet so instead of kidnapping someone he decided to put an add on Craigslist looking for people willing ‘help test a pet project’
Danny, having moved to Gotham for collage and thoroughly broke, sees an opportunity to make some quick cash and responds.
Is it shady as shit?? Yes. But Danny is like 99% sure he’s some form of immortal now so it’s not like it’s gonna kill him. Plus this means that someone less durable than him won’t take the job.
Cain is overjoyed at having a willing test subject. The only problem comes when non of his toxins seem to work on him. Not only the new one he was testing but even the old ones that he knows works.
What he doesn’t know is that ghost feed on fear. Even their own. Danny is literally eating his own fear before he can feel it. So all he’s doing is given Danny a full 3 corse meal.
Okay so hear me out- Tim is Wes Weston, but like undercover because the justice league with the prompting of Justice dark clocked that something odd was going on in amity. Specifically surrounding Casper high and so they send a teenage bat undercover as a student to investigate.
"God I freaking hate him! I hate him so freaking- Ugh!!" Was the sound that echoed from upstairs in the manor causing Bruce to pause from drinking his morning coffee to raise a brow at his children, all of which were surprisingly sat at the breakfast table. On a week-end. Suspicious.
The matching grins they wore told him he probably shouldn't ask and Batman always follows his intuition.. however right now he was Bruce not Batman and couldn't help but wonder what had the usually drained teen so energetic in the morning. Yet before he could even verbally ask his eldest is already answering.
"Red robin's decided on a mortal enemy." Is what Dick tells him cheerily, causing Bruce to nearly choke.
Tim had many enemies, far too many for Bruce's taste and that was simply par for the course for those who lived their kind of lifestyle but this was Tim they were talking about, Tim had enemies but not mortal ones and for good reason too. The kid borrowed his morals like Jason borrowed his money, he was almost certain mortal enemies would end up.. well how to say.. 'mortally wounded'.
"Tch, Drake was simply outwitted due to his own incompetence as per usual Father." Damian would chime in with a grin too big for him not to be absolutely enjoying this and Bruce could already feel the headache setting in.
He was already regretting what he was about to ask.. But as a responsible adult it was his job to be made aware… for the sake of Tim's enemy.
"I see.. And this enemy-" Bruce would begin solemnly, causing Jason to cackle and immediately cut him off, "-Is a student from amity."
"..Pardon?" He couldn't help but voice just to be met with snickers and a look of sympathy from Dick which only served to further his confusion, his detective skills on pause at the moment as this was supposed to be nothing more than a calm breakfast with family. Although calm was not a word he could seem to fit into anywhere his children were present.
Stomping would interrupt any response Cass had been willing to give him as a livid, freshly.. ginger-haired robin made his way down the stairs and joined them for breakfast.
This time he didn't even have to ask as the teen all but seethed.
"Daniel Fenton."
He takes it that the undercover operation at Casper High wasn't going all too well..
It was a typical 'Joker escapes and captures a bunch of people to torture them into insanity to become just like him' routine, but that didn't make it any less heinous because it was routine. When the broadcast came on like so many others, the Gothamites were ready to turn away and hope the Bats got there before too many were lost to the clown's twisted games.
Except one of the captives wasn't following the standard script. The mouthy ones usually shut up quickly, but this one kept going. Every time the Joker thought he'd made his point and went to pick out a new plaything, the boy would fire off another insult or taunt, anything and everything from questioning the Joker's clown credentials to weaponizing the color wheel. This Wayne adoption bait stooped to every extreme, nothing was off the table.
Seeing the Joker lose a little more control each time would have been hilarious if it wasn't so terrifying. But it worked. The Joker was too fixated on the boy to care about the rest.
"Everyone is just one bad day from becoming me."
The kid stilled as if he finally remembered to feel fear, then he threw his head back and howled with laughter through bloody teeth and broken bones. "One bad day? Now that is actually funny." Tears of mirth left clean stripes down his bloody face.
Tired of the comedy sketch, Joker decided he'd had enough of being upstaged. "Gas him."
A mask with a canister of Joker Venom was forced onto the boy's face by the masked goons that had been beating him. He cackled as the boy coughed in lungfuls of his latest mixture. It was a bit early to pull the big guns. Batman was always so broody and boring when one of the toys died before he got there, but c'est la vie.
He turned to the camera continued his show with the kid as a cautionary tale. Until he was interrupted yet again.
"Woooooow. Talk about a cop out. You need drugs to make people laugh at your jokes? That's just sad." It came out breathless and labored as the kid shook his head in mock sympathy.
"Oh how interesting. I'll guess there are a few more kinks in the formula I need to work out."
"Nope, I'm seeing some wild shit like no tomorrow, but after the incomprehensible horror of the afterlife and Dash's gym locker? This is a relaxing spa day. AKA: booooooooring. FYI, sharing your kinks with a minor is very frowned upon in our society. You should read up on your local laws." The strain in his voice was evident, but still no laughter came out.
An eerie calm settled over the Joker, before his grin returned with a vengeance. "I was going to save this for the finale, but our very special guest has volunteered to go first." He whipped a curtain off a clear person sized tank attached to hoses and canisters. "This will take but a moment, so hold on folks. This will be quite the show."
The Joker dragged the limp boy toward the tank.
Colors danced in Danny's vision, but he had a lot of practice separating reality from the lies.
He hated clowns on a good day, and this was not a good day, and Crayola face was the same kind of scum as Freakshow. He didn't need his powers to make his point.
Seeing his moment, Danny twisted and caught the edge of the curtain with his foot. He kicked it over the Joker's head and bucked out of his grasp. His hands slick from blood slid easily out of the ropes.
Now free, he ripped the mask off with a gagging sound. "You should know better than to brake someone's thumbs. Makes it easy to slip out of bonds, you know?"
In moments, Danny had the clown's face rammed against the tank's wall with one hand on the back of his neck. The other wrapped around the bastard's wrists, lifting them painfully upward.
Danny ignored the grinding of his finger bones. "You're right. Everyone is a lot closer to becoming you than anyone wants to admit. But there's something that you are too weak to understand. At the end of the day, it's always a choice. You choose to spread violence and destruction."
Making sure his back was too the camera, Danny released his hold on his facial muscles, allowing the manic grin of insanity on full display. The echo of his future evil self that he kept locked away rising to the surface for just a moment. The single eye looking back at him widened. Lifting to his tip toes to reach the coward's ear, Danny leaned in close and whispered coldly, "As for me, I balance on that knife's edge every Ancients forsaken day. And you should be very, very glad I choose not to." He let a little echo and a hint of the infinite leak into his tone, as a treat.
Danny pressed on a vein on the bastard's neck until he crumpled to the floor unconscious.
Danny swayed then doubled over to dry heave and spit. "Uuuuuuugh, I'm gonna be sick. That stuff tastes worse than Dash's underwear."
Of course, that's when the Bats bust through the skylight.
As a part of a charity event, Bruce holds a cosplay contest where contestants show off their cosplays, explain their processes and even show off a little if they have a talent of some sort that kind of fits the theme of the character.
Problem? Everyone he invited to be judges at the event are league members and they all had a case suddenly interfere so Bruce and his colleagues can’t show up. So he asks Dick to round up as many of his siblings as he can to be judges for this event. The lineup ends up being Dick, Jason, Tim, Stephanie and Damian. Duke was almost able to make it but he got caught up with work.
Dick was surprised that Damian even wanted to come considering he was drowning himself in studying for his finals. He was about to graduate high school and wanted to make sure his gpa was flawless. Nevertheless, he found a way to drag his youngest brother out of the library and into the judges panel.
The contest was fine. Most people dressed as local vigilantes or villains that were easy to recognize. There were some really good ones. There were a few that none of them recognized. A few only Tim recognized. Apparently they were from animes or something.
The day dragged on and on, all of them having to stop for breaks at different points. Dick needed to get up and walk around because sitting in one place for too long made his joints hurt. Jason had to leave to do breathing exercises when a really accurate second Robin cosplayer came through holding a crowbar of all things. Tim had to leave a few times to make phone calls as co CEO of Wayne Enterprises. Steph called the babysitter (Cass) a few times about her now 2 year old daughter. And Damian used every single one of those breaks to cram in more studying.
What nothing that day could have prepared them for was the last contestant. The 13 year old boy walked onto the stage with a huge smile in a perfect replica of Dick’s very first Robin suit. Down to the last detail everything was correct. Except that… it had been torn up and damaged in places and there were painted on bruises and wounds in the places missing fabric. Part of the mask was ripped off and being held in the boy’s hand. And the face underneath that broken mask looked just like Tim.
Tim: *after recovering faster than everyone else* Wow. What a suit! What’s your name and tell the process of creating your cosplay.
Danny: *smiles* I’m Danny! I’m 13 years old and I wanted to be Robin! Robin is my favorite vigilante because he’s an inspirational figure for younger people. I decided to design my outfit based on the very first Robin in his first ever suit that he was spotted in but I wanted to pay homage to all of the Robins so I changed it up a little bit. I studied the Robins from the past in photos and was able to come up with at least one thing from each.
Steph: I see. Could you show us these homages?
Danny: YES! *his eyes glowed green in excitement, catching Jason and Damian off guard* I designed the suit itself to look like the first Robin as he was the pioneer of the Robin title but I made the entire outfit from materials only used on the current Robin. As you can see the color scheme for the suit is more muted than the original as the current Robin uses shadows and corners more for attacks than the others did.
Damian: *smiles slightly*
Danny: I chose my wounds and distresses in the costume based on photos of the second and third Robins. They took more physical blows than the rest did. *pointing to each wound, pointing to one in the abdomen* This one is just a theory of mine but I think the third Robin might of at one point had a surgery around here from his fighting style. He would protect his abdomen from attack more.
Tim: …… I see.
Danny: And the fourth Robin was a deviation from the pattern because she was a girl that didn’t have the dark hair that all the others had. She wasn’t Robin for very long but her style and decision making were more unpredictable than the rest so if you just give me a second… *fidgets with his gloves for a moment* Whole watching her footage I noticed how her hair was accounted for in her fighting style without it ever getting into her way. *slides off his glove* So on my wrist I have a replica of the headband she used in her suit but smaller so it’s more of a bracelet.
Steph: *noticing how accurate it is* Oh- wow-
Jason: That’s really impressive Danny. Tell us a little bit more about how you actually created the suit. Your process.
Danny: Well the entire thing is made of an armored flex material that I made in my sister’s basement. I studied pictures of all of the Robin suits and noticed parts of the fabric that stood out and made my prototype from there. *smiles* I have a small sample for you guys to pass around! *hands Jason said sample*
Jason: Oh that’s really impressive-
Tim: You said you made it in your sister’s basement? How did your parents feel about it?
Danny: My parents are gone. It’s just me and Jazz. I spent all of my money on the materials to make this. I’m hoping to win because the prize money will be enough for her to buy a car so she can find a new job. And maybe with the rest I’ll finally be able to go to space camp this summer. I’ve always wanted to go! But we could never afford it.
Steph: *covers her gasp softly* Oh-
Damian: Did you have a talent you wanted to show off for us today?
Danny: YES! *pumps his fist excitedly*
Damian: Could you demonstrate that for us please?
Danny: Okay! *climbs up the light tower next to the stage and hangs from the metal bars like a proper gymnast before jumping off, flipping and grabbing frames and pieces of rigging to swing from, replicating old tricks Dick used to do as Robin that he learned in the circus before flipping down and landing nimbly in the center of the stage* Tadah!
Dick: *absolutely shook* Why did you- choose that as your talent?
Danny: Real robins can fly. So why can’t I?
After Danny leaves the stage, it takes a few minutes for them all to collect themselves from that. Especially Dick.
Steph: So that Danny kid is gonna win.
Tim: 100 percent. He was able to recreate the fabric we make our suits out of through pictures!
Jason: We better not tell Bruce or-
Damian: Too late. I already texted father. He’s drafting adoption papers as we speak.
Dick: *who was planning on doing that himself* Dammit!
Damian: I for one, am thrilled at the prospect that this Danny child will take up the Robin mantle when I leave for college.
Steph: Well real robins can fly so why shouldn’t he? *smiles*
I think if you try to wiggle out of getting your dog vaccinated for rabies due to your own anti-vax beliefs, you should be forced to watch footage of a dog succumbing to rabies and the pathological process of taking brain tissue from a suspected canine rabies victim. I really think treating these people with kid gloves is not working and they need to viscerally see what the consequences of their actions can be.
Rabies is one of the scariest and saddest diseases that an animal (or person!) can contract and many countries have already eliminated it. I think it’s easier for people from suburban areas who have not witnessed sick wildlife to delude themselves into thinking their pets don’t need the rabies vaccine or that the virus is rarer than it is.
Rabies is a disease so terrifyingly fatal that it is the only infectious disease I know of where, if you have been infected, you WILL be given the vaccine, even if you are deathly allergic to it- because we can TREAT anaphylaxis, but unvaccinated Rabies WILL kill you.
And not only will it kill you, BEFORE it kills you, once it reaches your brain, it will GIVE YOU A PHOBIA IF WATER. Do you know HOW INSANE THAT IS, that a VIRAL ORGANISM CAN *MAKE YOU DEATHLY AFRAID OF DRINKING*? I have phobias. Phobias are not fears. Phobias are your entire fight or flight response taking the reins of your body to keep you away from a thing. You can’t THINK THROUGH A PHOBIA.
And once you show symptoms, it’s over. You get that? You WILL NEED TREATMENT FOR IT BEFORE YOU EVEN KNOW IF YOU HAVE IT.
I don’t believe in fearmongering, so for that reason I am not exaggerating. YOU WILL NOT KNOW IF YOUR YOUR PET HAS CONTRACTED RABIES UNTIL IT IS ALREADY TOO LATE.
And the only way to stop it from spreading further is to kill the animal transmitting it, vaccinate anything that can contract it, and vaccinate anyone who’s been exposed to it.
Not a lot of shit scares me. Rabies scares the FUCK out of me. Rabies is as close as I can imagine getting to a real-life zombie virus, except maybe Creutzfeldt–Jakob’s disease, which is effectively indestructible to the point where medical equipment used to treat it must be destroyed, and might barely be slightly less frightening only because it’s harder to contract.
There is no terrifying vaccine conspiracy you can invent or imagine that is worse than the reality of rabies.
That is true of many diseases, but especially true of rabies.
This is someone discovering a fox they know got rabies. It's a fucking zombie. Vaccinate your pets. We had a wild bat get loose in the apartment one knight and the cat killed it. Animal control made us board the cats until the test on the bat came back. Thankfully negative but VACCINATE YOUR PETS!!!
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