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hihi!! loved your self aware shadow milk cookie ask, you made him sound so silly :D
this is somewhat similar but what if the cookies in your kingdom knew about you? not as a Baker or Witch but simply as a Watcher, mainly always keeping a watchful eye on Gingerbrave's kingdom but has visited the other areas merely to peer into their daily happenings, or well, if the cookies feel like they're being watched, then more of, unusual happenings as it seems the Watcher's presence is felt more clearly when things are about to go down
“Thank you, glad you enjoyed my Self Aware! Shadow Milk Cookie ask! That guy is so fun to write for, he has me cackling
This is such an interesting idea—I’ve seen concepts of Bakers and Witches, but nothing like this! I’ve tried to experiment with this and write for a variety of different cookies—I apologize if they sound a bit off, this is my first time writing for a majority of these cookies.”
-Blueberry Crane Scholar
Self-Aware! Cookie Run Kingdom: The Watcher
Warnings: Very brief mentions of death/loss, Potential spoilers for Beast-Yeast episodes 5-6, brief mentions of being watched
Relationship: Platonic
What if the cookies in our kingdom were clones of the original cookies in CRK?
Like...the Cookies in our kingdom were actually just clones of the original Cookies from the story that we baked ourselves and the kingdom itself is like a mysterious place in between time and space that we, as the true ruler, have complete control over it? It's strange but... Hear me out.
Like, that would explain the timeline issues (like pure vanilla meeting his future self or dark choco fighting himself ect) and the items that you can make appear in the kingdom, like the Hollyberry palace or the Dark Cacao altar for the DEAD SOLDIERS OF THAT KINGDOM. Can you imagine how eerie it would be for a visiting cookie that hails from a faraway kingdom to come to a brand new kingdom and see an EXACT copy of something from their homeland? That's some cosmic horror-level shit right there. Plus, the "cloned" cookies of the altered cookie kingdom are aware of your presence. Their "baker" (or just simply known as "them"). They adore you and hail you as the ruler, as well as praise you for making them strong and for caring for their every need (wishes, food, homes, decorations, ect). You cater to their every need and make them stronger by giving them soul candies or ascending them with soulstones. If the members of your kingdom met with the "true" cookies of the storyline, they would be flabbergasted by the sheer strength that their copies show. Imagine the main group consisting of Gingerbrave, Strawberry, and Wizard cookie meeting their stronger counterparts that have slight variations to them to help them stand out. Like markings or "their" (our) symbol on their doughs to let us know who our true copy is. Plus, they are STRONG. Like, basic story powered cookies get steamrolled by the clones and it frightens the cookies. Let alone how they sound EXACTLY like them and behave like them too. Except they keep mentioning a "baker" or "them".
I imagine that the Ancients are terrified of their cloned counterparts, As not only are they stronger, they are also AWAKENED just like them in the storyline. THEY ALSO HAVE THEIR OWN SOULJAMS. Plus, their underlings will be present as well, and fighting alongside each other that isn't normal in the story. Like "cloned" Dark Cacao fighting with his "cloned" son by his side that is far stronger than the normal Dark Choco Cookie. That's not all. Like, can you imagine the "cloned" beast cookies meeting the beasts from the true story timeline (excluding alternate difficulties, we're just talking about basic story mode here)? Can you imagine if you have ascended them multiple times, gave them their themed toppings, and maxed out their stats? The battle would be night and day.
Like...the clones from the Baker's Kingdom would absolutely beat the SHIT out of the story-mode beasts if they ever crossed paths...but they probably already have if you unlocked the beasts before starting/finishing their respective story arcs. A Shadow Milk Cookie with unique markings, same with the others, just wailing on the resurrected beasts from the story, and all the beasts can do is be puzzled at HOW there are two of themselves. But, once the battle is over and all their foes are defeated, the group just suddenly...leave. They fulfill their purpose and "they" (us) calls them back to the Altered Cookie Kingdom. I just think this would be a really cool idea. The baker's cookies vs the normal cookies, and how they don't share the same entity. Because, lets be real, how would ANYONE convince a beast cookie to do labor or something else for a Kingdom they don't care about? What prevents them from misbehaving or lashing out? This is just my take on trying to explain the multiple cookies and the timeline shenanigans that one can see throughout the game with the right cookies... Who knows? Maybe I'll doodle what I imagine the "cloned" superior versions of the "normal cookies" would look like. Maybe I will even dabble with the idea and write a oneshot about it. It's just interesting to me, personally. Thanks for reading my silly idea! <: )
Fic prompt #46
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Danny loves being a little shit. He can’t help it — it’s not only part of being a teenager (an undead ex-superhero teenager), but also part of being a ghost. It turns out ghosts aren’t malevolent; they’re just extremely petty and love getting on people’s nerves.
But as a halfa, Danny rarely has the time to indulge in that kind of behavior. Sometimes, sure — but never enough to get the tingle out of his system. Eventually, he ends up asking Clockwork for help.
Together, they come up with a very interesting and simple solution: Clockwork would message him random phrases to say — things that mean nothing to Danny, but for someone else, would make it seem like he knows what they’re thinking, knows about something embarrassing, or has noticed something they don’t want anyone to know.
The Batfam is terrified of him — and of whatever it is they think he knows.
—————
Danny quickly learns that the results are hilarious. A single, out-of-context sentence from him can make even the most stoic ghost—or human—go pale.
Clockwork insists it’s a harmless experiment in “social entropy.” Danny just calls it fun.
And really, it is. Watching Vlad choke on his wine because Danny casually mentioned “the pink tie from ʼ98,” or seeing Tucker squint suspiciously after Danny mutters “left pocket” during lunch, is enough to make the undead teen’s week.
Sure, he’s half-ghost, half-human, and full-time busy saving both worlds—but sometimes, a guy just needs a hobby.
A hobby that keep him very full even when he transfers to Gotham
——————
Danny’s first try at Clockwork’s little scheme in Gotham happens at a quiet café. He’s pretending to study — mostly doodling ghosts doing cartwheels — when his phone buzzes.
Clockwork: say “I told your mom about the glitter incident.”
Danny blinks, shrugs, and spots a small group sitting nearby. They look perfectly normal… or at least as normal as people in Gotham can look. Perfect targets.
He strolls past, flashing a casual grin. “I told your mom about the glitter incident,” he says.
Instantly, the table goes stiff. One freezes mid-sip. Another frowns so hard you’d think he just saw a ghost in his cereal. The third whispers frantically, “What glitter incident?”
Danny tilts his head innocently. “You know… the one from… uh… never mind,” he says, drifting away.
Clockwork texts:
Clockwork: they think you know everything.
Danny: i literally just made up glitter
Clockwork: chaos = perfect
Danny smirks, sipping his latte. Half-ghost, half-human, fully mischievous — and now, apparently, a master of terrifying strangers with nonsense.
Bruce gets an alert from the batcomputer saying that the alarms at Arkham are going off.
When he gets there he sees that none of the criminals have broken out, someone has broken in. When looking at the footage he finds Danny and Jazz sitting in the cemetery holding a ouija board in front of Amadeus Arkham's (the founder of Arkham Asylum) tombstone.
Batman: what are you two doing?
Jazz: I have a paper due and I wanted to ask some questions about the article Amadeus wrote. (she turns back to the tombstone) So I have some questions about page three paragraph 2. I don't know if it's slang for your time or just a terminology we don't use anymore. But you wrote about scribbling walls that talked. Any chance you could provide context on that.
Batman: (turns to Danny) And what are you doing here?
Danny: she needed help with the ouija board
Batman who was about to scold them for trespassing on Arkham Asylum grounds stays quiet as the planchette on the the ouija board starts moving spelling out the words.
I C A N E X P L A I N
M A K E S U R E Y O U R E T A K I N G N O T E S
This idea comes from that when you're writing research papers you're going to need to reference articles and some people say that they reference articles that are over a hundred years old. Combine that with that some people will contact the writers of the articles to ask them questions about what they were writing and you got this story!
Also in the Arkham Asylum game, there is a cemetery on the property, which I presume consists of inmates. Because you can find Amadeus Arkham's grave there. And Amadeus was the one who created Arkham Asylum who later had to be committed himself because he went insane.
This story can either go comical or heart wrenching. Just various scenarios of seeing Danny just bringing the ouija board with him everywhere so he could chat with the ghosts that are around Gotham. Who are surprisingly pretty tame when compared to the ghosts he sees at Amity. Maybe he has weekly lunches with Lady Gotham. Heart wrenching if you want to go down the path of Danny talking with Bruce's parents or any of the deceased parents from the batfamily.
Look at these cutie!
They're so Adorable!
I love the idea of Tim clocking Bruce was Batman as a small child but the problem is that he is a small child. Tim at a charity event with his parents and they're passing Bruce and Tim just tugs at Janet's hand snf he's like "Dad, that's Batman" and the Drakes are all, "Oh don't be silly, Timmy."
Then a few years later, Bruce is at a gala and Jack and he are bonding over their kids and Jack has to tell him that his Tim, his silly little boy, thinks that Bruce is Batman. And Bruce is chuckling, like "yo that's crazy" until he looks around and... is that? There's Tim pressed up against a window.
I just had to draw them
Old animation I did for school!
ROBINS!!
Fic prompt #66
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I am deeply enamored with the prompt where Danny gets mistaken for (or correctly identified as) some kind of pit creature—god, angel, demon, mermaid, eldritch problem, take your pick.
The rules are simple:
• Danny is a gremlin.
• Danny either has no idea who the hell keeps bathing in his pool, or
• He knows and is doing something specifically to be annoying.
Now consider this:
Danny discovers the Lazarus Pit.
Naturally, everyone else assumes he’s a creature of the Pit. A guardian. A god. A cursed spirit. A mermaid (he got the look). Danny does absolutely nothing to correct this.
But instead of the usual routes—destroying the League of Assassins, adopting Damian, picking a moral side—Danny just… starts chatting and continues to do so for centuries in their world.
Ra’s al Ghul becomes his pool buddy.
They talk while soaking in the Pit. Ra’s gives long, dramatic monologues about destiny, immortality, and the decay of the world. Danny listens politely, floating upside down, occasionally splashing, responding through some kind of ghostly translation magic that turns his very normal thoughts into something vaguely ominous and prophetic.
Ra’s: “The world must be cleansed to be reborn.”
Danny (meaning): “Yeah, stagnation sucks. You ever try bubble filters?”
Danny (translated): “All cycles end in rot, and rot demands renewal.”
Ra’s is thrilled.
Danny just thinks his pool buddy is neat.
Then one day Danny sees Ra’s with the Batfamily.
Danny, with complete sincerity, assumes this is Ra’s trying to invite his other friends to pool time.
So Danny tries to help.
He attempts to guide one of them into the Pit. It does not go well. There is screaming. There is grappling. There is Batman shouting about unknown entities and containment protocols.
Danny is confused. A little offended.
Still, every time he sees them after that, he tries again.
Not aggressively. Just:
• appearing out of the Pit like a horror movie mermaid,
• holding out a hand,
• ominously intoning (via broken translation magic):
“Enter the waters. The pool is warm. We are bonding.”
The Batfamily is convinced this is a recruitment ritual.
Ra’s is delighted.
Danny is just trying to get his friends to hang out.
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POV: Ra’s al Ghul
In his first centuries, when Ra’s al Ghul was still learning what immortality cost, he met the creature.
Back then, the Lazarus Pit was wilder. Less refined. Less… tamed. Ra’s had only bathed a handful of times when, during one resurrection, the waters did not still.
They shifted.
Something surfaced with him.
Ra’s woke choking on life and madness, and found himself face to face with a being already awake, already watching him with mild curiosity—as if Ra’s were the strange thing in the pool.
The creature was young-looking, but not young. Luminous in the Pit’s glow, hair drifting like ink in water, eyes reflecting death without fear. It did not recoil from the Pit’s frenzy. It was not consumed by it.
It belonged.
Ra’s understood immediately: a child of the Pit, born from death repeated too many times.
The creature spoke.
Ra’s heard:
“You return too soon. The waters remember you.”
What it meant, in a voice filtered through strange translating magic:
“Wow, that was fast. You good, dude?”
Ra’s laughed. He could not help it.
From then on, Ra’s was never alone when he resurrected.
In those early centuries—before the League, before empires rose and fell beneath his feet—the creature would join him in the Pit. Sometimes already there, sometimes arriving halfway through Ra’s rebirth, as if checking on him.
It asked questions. Strange ones.
Why do you do this?
Does it hurt every time?
Do you ever take breaks?
The Pit twisted these into riddles and warnings. Ra’s heard prophecy. Doctrine. Judgment.
Ra’s answered honestly.
He spoke of saving the world, of cleansing corruption, of shepherding humanity forward. The creature listened, chin propped on its hands, occasionally nodding.
It responded with statements like:
“Endless renewal without rest fractures the soul.”
(which meant: “That sounds exhausting.”)
Ra’s took this as sacred counsel.
Centuries passed.
Ra’s refined the Pit. Controlled it. Built rituals, safeguards, entire philosophies around it. Through it all, the creature remained—unchanged, unaging, eternally informal.
Sometimes it vanished for decades. Sometimes centuries. But whenever Ra’s returned to the Pit, there it was again, greeting him like an old friend.
Back again?
—rendered by magic as—
“The cycle resumes.”
When Ra’s finally formed the League, he spoke of the guardian with reverence. He warned his followers not to disturb the waters unnecessarily. It was watched.
They obeyed.
Only much later—much later—did Ra’s bring outsiders to the Pit.
The bats.
——
Ra’s al Ghul has faced the Detective many times.
This encounter is no different: steel, smoke, accusations, inevitability. The Bat stands between Ra’s and the Pit, his allies fanned out behind him, tense and prepared. Ra’s is already calculating angles, exits, casualties.
Violence is imminent.
Then the waters of the Lazarus Pit ripple.
Ra’s freezes.
Slowly—deliberately—the guardian emerges.
Pale glow first. Then eyes. Then the familiar, impossible calm of a being that has watched Ra’s die and rise more times than any mortal ever should.
The Pit-spirit floats at the surface, blinking as it takes in the scene.
The bats.
The weapons.
Ra’s, poised to strike.
The creature tilts its head.
“Oh,” it says—though what Ra’s hears is something closer to:
“Conflict stains the waters before it begins.”
Ra’s does not move. He does not dare.
The bats, unfortunately, do.
One of them shifts, weapon raising half an inch.
The creature immediately misunderstands everything.
Its expression softens. Brightens. Recognition dawns.
“You brought friends?” it says, pleased.
Translated as: “The circle widens. New souls approach the threshold.”
Batman reacts instantly.
The creature reacts faster.
It glides closer to the edge of the Pit, extending a hand—not threatening, not aggressive, just inviting. Like one would gesture toward warm water on a cold night.
“Careful,” it says gently. “First time can be rough, but you’ll feel better after.”
Ra’s closes his eyes.
Of course this is happening.
Chaos erupts.
The bats scatter. Someone swears. Someone fires a grappling hook. The creature recoils, startled, nearly slipping back into the Pit.
“Huh,” it says, confused.
Rendered ominously as: “Fear resists transformation.”
Ra’s snaps orders, retreating—not from the bats, but to shield the Pit. He positions himself between them and the guardian, blade lowered but ready.
The creature looks at him, baffled.
“They don’t want to hang out?” it asks.
Ra’s exhales, slow and reverent.
“They are… unprepared,” he says carefully.
The guardian considers this. Nods. Withdraws a little, sinking back into the waters.
“Okay,” it says. “Next time, then.”
The bats escape.
Silence returns.
Ra’s kneels by the Pit, heart still racing—not from battle, but from relief.
“I apologize,” he says quietly.
The creature shrugs, already relaxing.
“It’s fine. You tried.”
And Ra’s al Ghul—immortal, feared, unwavering—accepts, once again, that he is not the most dangerous being in the room.
He is merely the one with the pool.
Bruce, laying on a cot on the Watchtower medbay. A deep wound across his chest, delusional over morphine, while grabbing Dick's hand.
Bruce: Dickie... Ba- Baby.
Dick, teary eyed: You're okay, Bruce. I'm here. You're safe.
Bruce: Chu- chum. Can you... Can you-
Dick, bordering a panic attack: Tell me, Bruce. Tell me, and I'll do it, tati.
Bruce: Can you... Call- Call your pa... pa-??
Bruce, passes out:
Dick:
Dick, looking behind him:
Clark, proudly entering the medbay:
Hal, grabbing his shoulder: Hold on, big boy.
Oliver, ducking under them both and coming to the cot: I'm here! I'm here!
Zatanna, casting a spell and throwing him out, flying: Get out of the way! My wife needs me!!
Diana, looking from behind Clark: Maybe we should wait for him to wake up...
Zatanna, already on her knees next to Bruce's head: I'm here, baby.
Diana, pushing through Clark and Hal: Hell, no.
Clark: BUT WE PRACTICALLY RAISED HIM TOGETHER!!
Hal: Nu-hu. That means shit. Spooks clearly meant for his human kid's papa. Meaning, another human. A. Hu. Man. Like, for example, me.
Oliver:
Hal: No
Oliver: The time frame would fit
Hal, deadpanned: ...No
Dick, pretty sure Bruce meant "partner", as in with who they were working. As in, Red Robin:
Dick, slowly lifting his phone to record his dad's coworkers fighting over him: So... Who's going to pay for over 20 years of missing child support?
No thoughts just the image of the JLA walking back into the Watchtower after some mission that Bruce didn't go on, where he was left with every sidekick and the Titans and the kids are all in... Robin costumes. Just a sea of red, yellow and green and domino masks all moving as one like bugs when you pick up the rock they were under.
Barry: Uh, Bats?
Bruce: Yup?
Barry: What the hell is this?
Bruce, deadpan: The children yearn for the Robin.
Assembled sidekicks and Titans: *blinking simultaneously*
Batcourt
Tim is sick of his family fighting, an occurrence which doesn’t always but enough times has nearly led to murder, that he devises a new method to deal with them and their petty (or serious, but usually petty) arguments: Batcourt
The first ever batcourt trial was to mediate an argument between Dick and Bruce, bc when Tim became Robin they were on the outs; Dick had moved out and was rebelling against his dad. They barely talked to each other, and when they did it was to argue.
Tim, being in the middle of all that, finally snaps and basically strong arms them into a impromptu “court session”, bc if they can’t be civil with each other in conversation they maybe they can at least be professional in this Thought Exercise.
He appoints Alfred as the unbiased jury, and then demands that both Bruce and Dick take five minutes to compile their cases against each other to present to the judge (Tim).
Both Bruce and Dick are incredibly unamused, but Tim has Alfred’s support, so they reluctantly go along with the charade. And…
It’s actually surprisingly effective.
The argument is hashed out without anyone coming to blows or a screaming match. They are all very mature about it and the argument is settled with both parties, if not happy, then mollified that they actually got to speak their parts and come to a conclusion that wasn’t unfair.
Alfred is very pleased with the results of the first batcourt trial, and give his blessing for this method to be used in the future.
And so it is. Tim is typically the Judge, as he is the mastermind behind the method and typically stays out of all arguments as much as he can, and is known to everyone to be extremely impartial when the others argue about anything. So 9 times out of 10, Tim’s judge, and uses a generating software program he developed and installed on his gauntlet (and civvy watch) to choose a jury to preside over a trial when one of the family members opens a case against someone else.
This eventually becomes just how the family resolves disputes.
If an argument comes forth and is starting to get too heated, whoever declares that they’d ‘like to submit a case to the batcourt’ is by default the prosecution, leaving the other party as defendant (these are just terms, this isn’t actually a court of law, this is just a method of resolving arguments, so both sides are heard). At this point, everyone usually turns to Tim, who appoints a jury and then tells the pros and def that they have five minute to compile and submit their evidence to the court.
It’s all very official, and the Rules of Batcourt is that everyone has to remain absolutely professional as if this were a real court case. This is to ensure nobody breaks the exercise, otherwise it won’t work.
Anyway it’s VERY effective, and is used for years in private.
Until a pair of them have an argument in the middle of an op in public and it’s getting in the way of taking out the villain…. So someone declares that they’d like to submit a case to the batcourt.
Of course any non-bat present is like “the what”
But all the bats present, being so used to using the batcourt method to hash out disagreements, automatically turn to Tim (in the insert fanfic I was daydreaming this up for, he isn’t Robin but called Shrike, but O digress).
Anyway, Tim, by habit, immediately runs the jury program and appoints Spoiler and Black Bat as jury (the argument was between Red Hood and Nightwing, with Red Hood submitting the case and therefore the prosecution).
The rogue they were fighting (let’s choose a nicer one, Riddler maybe) is so confused at this point that they kind of stop in the middle of their scheme just to watch the the fuck is going on.
The bystander civilians and any reporters are also like “???” And so basically they all get to watch the first ever public batcourt trial.
(The jury ends up voting in favor of Red Hood, so Tim declares that Nightwing is Guilty “by the power vested in my by the Batclan” and Nightwing is sentenced to Apologizing to Red Hood - since the argument started because Nightwing wouldn’t get the fuck out of RH’s way and he kept almost shooting him lmao, it just went downhill from there. Brothers amirite.)
Anyway the video goes viral immediately, the Gotham internet going insane over the concept of how the vigilantes apparently resolve their arguments.
The riddler is so fascinated by what he just witnessed that he just accepts being taken back to jail for the meantime to mull things over (I love Eddie)
Now that the bat is out of the bag (lol), so to speak, the Batclan submits cases to batcourt in public a few more times without thinking, and the public is very excited every time. Every case and verdict shows up in the next day’s paper, and it’s a Gotham Highlight. People love it.
And then it escapes containment. Because one day a rogue loudly declares that they would like to submit a case to the batcourt. Against Batman.
The present Batclan members all look at each other, and then to Tim, who is already running the jury appointment program without even thinking. It ends up choosing Riddler (who was also there) along with two civilians and a bat (Robin).
Tim blinks, then shrugs, and lets it happen.
So starts the Batcourt trial of the decade: Batman V Poison Ivy.
And Batman loses.
Ivy still goes to jail afterwards, being a criminal and all, but she does so victoriously. She has mad street cred after this. The public goes WILD.
Anyway what I am saying is that batcourt is a highly respected court of dispute in Gotham. The majority of trials are conducted between Batclan members, but there are rogues who have won (and lost) trials in batcourt, and even one very infamous instant where the GCPD submitted a case against Red Hood and subsequently lost when the mostly civilian jury declared him Innocent.
The police force having to then apologize to Red Hood made headlines so big that they broke Gotham City containment and made it into the outside world.
Which leads to the next famous batcourt case: Superman V Batman.
I have been thinking about this concept for weeks and it’s definitely going to be a running gag in all my batfam fics forever
Also we get to have this fun interaction
“Batcourt is now in session”
Batman: please don’t call it that
Tim: ahem
Batman, sighing: objection
Every single one of his kids, pointing at him like in ace attorney: overruled
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Conspiracy theory #3239: Robin, Red Robin, Red Hood, Nightwing, and Batman are just evolutions of the same Pokémon
added conspiracy theory: theyre all just time travelers and actually its just different versions of Bruce traveling through time to adopt past him, sometimes his parents die in a circus, sometimes they die in an alley, sometimes they dont die at all but are abusive, and he just snatches himself from that world and returns to his original world and then Alfred has to deal with eight children all of which are different branches of the same persons personality and some are female and hes just like... 'why?'
Brucie Wayne accidentally killing the joker
This happens before Red Hood is revealed as Jason, but after he shows up. Bruce is at a gala and has been very stressed lately, which is why he was so caught off guard with the Joker arriving. A big thing about today? It’s Jason’s adoption day anniversary. Bruce is barely clinging to being good.
However, Joker has a new laughing gas that he thought would make everyone fall into a catatonic state of laughter, striking a blow against all of Gotham’s elite.
That’s what he thought it would do.
Instead, it lowered inhibitions and increased their emotions. It also reduced their ability to think things through. Doing this to Bruce, who is stressed with Red Hood making moves and Justice League stuff getting more stressful and it being the anniversary of the day he could finally welcome his beautiful boy into the family, only to be face to face with the reason he lost his kid?
It only takes one comment about the old Robin for Bruce to go feral.
He isn’t thinking things through, isn’t focused on how hard he is hitting things, or where they are moving until he’s on a balcony with the Joker, and he’s distantly aware he’s been screaming about the clown having done enough-
Everyone watches, spellbound, as Brucie Wayne, under the influence of this new gas, pitches both the Joker and himself off the balcony, twenty stories above the ground.
Red Hood catches Brucie Wayne.
No one catches the Joker.
The morning papers scream about how the Joker died from Gotham’s prince being drugged, and how the city’s new crime lord kidnapped Brucie before he could die.
Everyone in Gotham is in disarray.
Dick is panicking after seeing the headline. (He was in Bludhaven.)
Tim is cursing himself. (He was home sick with the flu.)
Jason is struggling with his emotions.
Alfred is loading his shot gun.
(edited: 'cause I've remembered the details better, it was in the 13th episode of season one!)
Remember in the early seasons of Young Justice, when Billy (Captain Marvel | Shazam) was assigned as the "Den Mother" of the group?
How about a fic about that, where Billy's like "ok, I'm in charge of these kids... Sure, I'm uhhh technically younger than them, but nobody has to know that! Hmm, how does one be a Good Adult? How do you take Good care of a bunch of powerful teens?"
And then he's like "Well, I guess I can try and treat them how I'd wanna be treated if I was in their place?"
And proceeds to be unironically the Best Mentor/Caretaker/Babysitter-thing the kids have ever had. Basically just straight up acting like a healthy father-figure (he's like 'well, lemme try to remember how my late parents and good foster homes treated me before things went bad. hmm, yeah, I can try to act like that!')
Cooking with them, making sure they take care of themselves, offering praise and words of encoragement.
lmao imagine he gives, idk, Connor and Artemis a big dad-ly hug and the others watch on as the two have to fight off tears because a Positive Parental Interaction is happening and they can't fathom it.
lmao, later Batman and the Justice League stroll in and say "ok, time to switch 'den mother' duties, cap-."
and then stop to stare, because suddenly they've got a pile of teens giving them puppy eyes, because they really want this cool magic adult to stay as their mentor please please pleasepleaseplease (Billy panicking in his own head about this, he can practically hear a video game 'Achievement Unlocked: the children have adopter you as their parent' pinging in his mind.)