thinking about a dick grayson is richard parker au where the dc universe also has omegaverse and post no way home, peter is plopped into gotham, deaged (the younger the better) and he has no idea what dynamics are or what’s happening he just thinks the new universe smells weird or his sense of smell has gotten stronger and the first time dick meets peter, dick’s parental instincts come on so sudden and strong that he almost gets a migraine … idk what dynamic dick is but he would be soooooo overprotective of peter and peter would be like “im not a baby!!!” with the chubbiest cheeks
puppy petey who is so tiny and has that baby smell and he’s dick’s mini me, he’s still peter parker but he’s also five so he has his memories but they’re filtered through his baby brain which is to say sometimes he doesn’t mind if he’s picked up but only for a little bit and then he squirms to get down so the entire batfam fights over who picks him up but his fave is probably jason
okay so MCU canon Peter in DC is all funny and games but what about comic canon Peter? Peter who’s in his 30s, whose life is falling apart(again) and has clones to deal with(man I hate the fact that Ben became evil :(.)
extra points if Miles and/or Mayday is with him. This single dad is STRUGGLING. And the bats wanna help him/his kids cause man! Look at them :(
(extra extra points if Dick = Richard Parker. That’s a whole nother can of worms. Like the bats are thinking Peter = Family of Dick they didn’t know but NO! It’s actually Dick’s son! Dicks a granddad!)
I want to PSA to anyone sending asks/requests, I'm not ignoring you!! I'm just a slow writer!!! I hope you enjoy though <33
Peter B. Parker could, 100%, picture landing in (yet another) alternate universe. You know what? As a matter of fact, he expected it.
What he didn’t plan for, however, was being stranded in another universe with his baby girl strapped to his chest.
But here he was, crouched in a narrow alley in the darkest corner of Gotham City, New Jersey. From the name alone, Peter knew he landed himself in a section of the Multiverse Miguel had expressly labeled as off limits. It wasn’t his fault he’d landed here, though!
One minute he’d been web-swinging through New York, enjoying a rare peaceful day with Mayday babbling happily, and the next he was crash-landing onto a grimy rooftop in the most dangerous city he’d ever seen. It was like New York turned up to eleven, all shadows and towering gargoyles, dripping with rain that seemed perpetual. The interdimensional bracelet he’d been given to travel the multiverse was sparking and smoking in his pocket— total toast. He was officially stranded.
Ok, so it maybe, kinda sorta, been an eensy weensy, tiny bit Peter’s fault.
Peter’s, very high-tech and likely expensive bracelet had been, uh, scratched in a fight the day before. Barely even a nick! He swears he could’ve reattached the wires and fixed the screen.
He probably should’ve also taken the watch out of his robe pocket before he started swinging Mayday to daycare.
MJ was going to be so mad.
It became evident early on it’d take a little bit to find a way home, or for someone to find him. If it had just been Peter, he could’ve roughed it on some rooves and abandoned buildings. It wouldn’t be a big deal, he knew he would be getting home eventually. Being a little smelly was the least of his worries.
But he had his baby girl with him.
So, with the money in his wallet, he found an under-the-counter, rundown but otherwise warm, apartment in a place called Crime Alley. (What a seriously terrible name) Peter started pulling together whatever side gigs he could, fixing appliances, tuning up electronics, just enough to get by. Even for a guy who was used to scraping by, the situation felt bleak, especially with Mayday depending on him.
His little red-headed whirlwind was still too young to understand what was happening, but she noticed the tension and started clinging to him more tightly. Peter knew he couldn’t keep this up forever, but he wasn’t sure how to trust anyone in a city that had both criminals and vigilantes lurking around every corner. When he spotted someone in a cape swinging overhead, he instinctively hid in the shadows, holding Mayday close, her tiny face tucked into his shoulder.
But the Bats noticed him.
It was hard not to notice a single dad with no records, no job, and no explanation for why he was squatting in Gotham’s most dangerous neighborhood. Bruce, ever vigilant, put out word to the family to keep an eye on him.
Jason, who patrolled Crime Alley, wasn’t thrilled about the idea. “A guy moved into my turf with a baby?” he grumbled to Tim. “Either he’s got a death wish, or he’s crazy.”
Tim, on the other hand, was fascinated by the mystery. He dug through every database he had access to, and then some. But “Peter Parker” returned zero results— at least, none that matched this Peter Parker. no criminal record, no birth record, no online footprint. It was like he just spawned in!
Dick didn’t have a whole lot of opinions. He thought the man was nice, though he had only met him once in a routine mugging. He evidently cared for his daughter, and matched Nightwing’s wit and humor pretty nicely, too. He looked annoyingly familiar too. Maybe it was Tired Dad Chic? He kind of reminded him of Bruce, in a way.
Steph seconded the funny part. This Peter guy could be one of those dark-humor comedians.
From what they observed, and conversations supplied by Jason (who was his neighbor in a series of fortunate events), Peter really did seem to just be an ordinary guy.
Then one night, Peter was picking up groceries from a corner store when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to find a man in a ski mask brandishing a knife, gesturing for his wallet.
“Hand over the money, and I won’ hurt ya’ kid.” The man threatened, waving his knife around threateningly. Peter tensed, dropping his groceries in favor of cradling Mayday closer.
The mugger lunged, and before he could dodge, Peter felt a searing pain in his side as the blade plunged in, his vision blurring with the shock. Normally, Peter would’ve disarmed the guy without breaking a sweat, but tonight, with Mayday in his arms and his body worn from days of restless sleep, he kind of just… blinked and the knife was there.
Peter blinked at him tiredly. “The best I can offer is some lint and a can of beans.”
The man tensed, stepping closer in an attempt at intimidation. Peter thought that his face turning red with anger was kind of funny.
“Don’t fuckin’— are you makin’ fun of me?” The man fumed. Peter might have let out a sleep-deprived chuckle, partially forgetting to respond.
Peter blinked again, then looked back up at the man.
“Oh, wow,” he said, his voice dripping with deadpan sarcasm. “A knife in Crime Alley? Super original. Really, I’m honored to be a part of your creative process.”
The mugger blinked, clearly caught off guard. Peter rolled his eyes, adjusting Mayday to better apply pressure to his side. “Next time you stab a guy, maybe aim for someone with insurance.”
The mugger stumbled back, looking increasingly confused by Peter’s lack of fear. Peter sighed, bouncing Mayday gently as she began to fuss. “Listen, I’m already running on no sleep and the caffeine fumes of yesterday’s coffee. And now you’re just making my night even worse.”
Peter winced, feeling the slow but consistent leak of blood. His healing factor was helping, but it was dulled due to lack of sleep and hunger.
Between one long blink and the next, someone had jumped down and knocked out Peter’s would-be mugger.
After another blink Peter realized he was on the ground, Mayday’s wails filled the air, her cries echoing down the alleyway, and Peter tried to smile through the pain. “It’s okay, baby,” he mumbled, clutching her tightly. “Daddy’s fine… just a little… scratch.” But his vision was going hazy as he pressed a hand to his bleeding side. The world began to spin.
One of the vigilantes that Peter recognized as Red Robin rushed over, talking hurriedly into a comm. Peter blinked up at him, his mouth curling into a weak smile. “Hey, nice costume,” he muttered. “Does the utility belt come in dad sizes?”
Red Robin blinked in surprise, but otherwise keept his focus as he worked to stop the bleeding.
“It doesn’t, unfortunately.” Red Robin offered, popping open his emergency med kit. “I’ve got help on the way, ok? Stay awake for me.” But his attention was snagged when Mayday, overcome with distress, reached out to him, her tiny hands gripping his arm. She wasn’t just clutching it— she was sticking to him, her fingers locked like suction cups on his suit. Tim’s eyes widened as she scrambled up his arm, scaling it like a bug on a wall.
Red Robin took it in stride, scooping Mayday up as he continued to work. Peter had been on the Meta radar for a bit— a few things here and there just a little off, and it was mostly based on Red Robin’s time spent with super-powered individuals.
But as he patched up Peter, he discreetly swiped a sample of blood, stashing it in his belt just as the Batmobile pulled up.
—
Later that night, he ran the sample through the Batcomputer, expecting some small lead. A Meta, possibly insect-based? What with how the kid had stuck to him. Instead, the results left Tim absolutely speechless.
Peter Parker, the man who was in his early 40s and a single father, didn’t just match someone in the system— it matched Dick Grayson.
Not as a brother, or a cousin, but as a son.
Tim must’ve ran the test at least 100 times. It came back the same every single time.
Tim called Bruce and the rest of the family, each of them crowding around the screen with varying levels of shock and amusement as the analysis rolled in. Dick was dumbfounded, staring at the results in disbelief.
“You’re telling me this guy is my… son?” he stammered, struggling to wrap his mind around it.
Bruce, socially unaware in all his glory, tried to comfort Dick. “He’s likely from far into the future. Barry said there was a ripple in the timestream around the time Peter showed up.”
“So what does that make Mayday?” Jason asked, snickering.
“His granddaughter?” Steph said with a teasing grin.
“Wow, Dick. You went from a dad to a grandpa in the same minute.”
“That’s gotta be a world record.”
“You think we can submit this for a Guinness World Record?”
Dick groaned, rubbing his temples as Jason laughed and clapped him on the shoulder.
“He’s from the future, right? Something must’ve gone wrong on his end," Tim said, folding his arms with a thoughtful look. "He’s definitely got the skills. Moves like you, Dick. It's obvious he's had training.”
Dick couldn't help but smirk, puffing up a little with pride. “Of course he does. He’s got Grayson blood in him, after all.”
Jason snorted. “Yeah, because the whole ‘falling on his face with a baby strapped to him’ bit? So graceful.”
Tim rolled his eyes, trying to stay on track. “Look, I don’t know why he didn’t come to us for help in the first place, but the point is, he’s family. We should get him back to his time, if that’s even possible.” He looked over to Bruce. “Are any speedsters available? Maybe the League could lend us Wally or Barry—"
“Hold on,” Dick interrupted, frowning. “I’m not sure we’re ready to ship him off just yet. The guy’s been trying to make it on his own. He’s got a baby to look after, and I think he’s afraid of dragging us into whatever’s going on with him. You know this family and their pride.”
Damian, who had been silent up to this point, finally piped up, his arms crossed. “I’ve seen him with the baby. She’s… persistent.” There was an almost begrudging respect in his tone. “But he clearly doesn’t have the resources to keep her safe here. If he did, he wouldn’t be living in Crime Alley.”
Dick nodded. “Exactly. The guy’s holding it together with duct tape and dad jokes. We can help him and get him back on his feet while we figure out a way home.”
Bruce, listening intently, finally spoke up. “He’s right. Until we find a way to get him home, Peter and his daughter stay here. We’ll pull together whatever resources we can to help them both.”
Steph and Tim shared a look. He just wanted to meet his grandson and great-granddaughter.
There was a beat of silence as everyone absorbed the decision, and then Tim looked at Dick, a small smirk playing on his lips. “So… you ready to be a dad, Dick?”
Dick rolled his eyes but couldn’t quite hide his grin. “Very funny, Jay. Maybe we can submit you for most inappropriate comments per minute.”
Dick flushed, looking a mix of horrified and pleased. “I’ll just stick to ‘Uncle Dick’ for now. Baby steps.”
EXTRA:
“Hey,” Jason drawled, barely suppressing a smirk as he looked over at Dick, “you think we can submit this for a Guinness World Record? Fastest unplanned parenthood, or maybe most confusing family reunion?”
Jason chuckled, clapping him on the shoulder. “Just saying, man, it’s impressive. One day you’re Nightwing, lone acrobat extraordinaire, and the next? Boom— you’re the proud father of a scruffy, interdimensional— what'd you say it was, Tim? Spider-dad? A Spider-dad.”
Tim snickered, glancing up from his laptop. “We’re all just living in a 'Strangest Family Reunion’ reality show at this point. Besides, if anyone’s submitting to Guinness, it should be Peter for most relentless optimism under terrible circumstances.”
Bruce cleared his throat, giving them all a look. “Enough. This isn’t a joke. We have a situation to handle here.”
Dick, still grinning, turned back to Bruce. “All right, fine, we’ll save the record-breaking for later. Right now, I say we start by finding this guy and getting him some real help.”
"The original Bingge bringing his own Shen Yuan to the PIDW world" is such a god tier concept because we know Luo Bingge is a dead beat dad with a million kids all from different mothers. Imagine being Binghe's son via concubine #84 lactation kink chapter and the emperor, your father, divorces your mom because he fell in love with an alien twink.
Then you go to chew him out for being an absent father who gets sex pollened all day instead of teaching his kids algebra, and you find his new boytoy with him. And your shitty terrible dad's new wife. Is an angel.
Of COURSE when Shen Yuan sees a mini-Binghe, he'd coddle the boy endlessly while Binghe seethes in the back, beefing with his own son over shizun's attention. Shen Yuan's headpats. Him happily teaching Binghe's kids. Letting them all pile up around him while he reads from a story book.
It's the evil stepmother trope but in reverse - everyone who meets Shen Yuan is crying, "You have to leave my father, you deserve better!!!"
i never posted these Ben AU drawings here and i've seen a few asks wondering about it so... here's a little synopsis i wrote for myself as a potential description later when I post it (because i don't wanna spoil it):
"There's a new boy in Damian's class. He's charming, if it bit awkward. He's just as clever as he is smart mouthed, and he's popular with their classmates. What's worse is that Benjamin Fitzpatrick lives next door in the old Drake Manor and Damian's family are convinced that Ben could be a good friend of his one day. Like that would ever happen.
Luckily for Damian, they're all more focused on the fact that there are two new vigilantes in Gotham acting like they own the place.
Unluckily, everything goes to shit when Ben starts acting strange and sickly, Spider-Man disappears just when they were getting close to him, and Damian learns that Ben's real name might not actually be Ben. Did he mention that Ben might be his older brother's clone?"
I came across the AU idea that Dick Grayson is Richard Parker, and thus, Peter Parker's biological father. There are a few fics where Peter dimension travels to the DC universe and gets to meet his dead father. It is a fun idea, but I have different one.
AU where Peter dimension travels to the DC universe, and the batfam realizes that he is Dick's son, but rather than think he is from another universe, they all come to the conclusion that he is from the future.
It makes sense, after all, the rules of time travel basically boil down to 'don't change anything.' So when Peter is avoiding them and "pretending" not to know them, they just think he is following the rules. (He isn't even really avoiding them, he just has no idea who they are.)
You know how once you have an idea in your head, it take a lot of convince you that your wrong? Same idea here, they are so convinced of their idea that all new info ends up making them surer. Confirmation bias.
So Peter is trying to find a way home while the batfam tries to subtly help him without getting involved in time travel. Hijinks ensue.
Peter once mentions his love of photography and how he used to take pictures of heroes for a newspaper. Everyone looks at Tim and thinks, 'Gee I wonder where he picked up that hobby.'
At one point Peter pulls an assassin move, and Damian is like, 'I taught him that for sure.' (In reality Peter just trained with Natasha and Bucky before.)
When dealing with some issue Peter says something like, "I know a guy with some green angry problems and he taught me a lot about staying calm when mad." Everyone looks at Jason??? (He just picked up some meditation advice from Bruce Banner)
At some point he goes to the manor and everyone is like, 'Hah! More proof! He knows his way around the building!' He doesn't know his way around, his spider sense just lead him to where people are and kept him from getting lost.
He mentions Black Cat once, and everyone comes to the "totally logical" conclusion that Catwoman had a daughter, and that Peter and Felicia also have a weird almost dating thing going on.
Peter has been forced to go to some fancy events with Tony before so he knows how to act at rich people galas, which of course just adds fuel to the time travel theory.
Peter keeps accidentally referencing things that don't exist/didn't happen. Everyone just assumes these things didn't happen/don't exist yet.
Just picture it. The batfam returning to the cave after patrol to find Tim practically vibrating in the batchair in front of the batcomputer, five cans of zesty crushed at his feet. A looping snippet of cowl footage playing on the main monitor. The quad somersault, as performed by spider-man (current unknown, meta, they are trying so hard to track him tf down but he's slippery as all hell). He has acquired a new hyperfixation.
Why can't I drawwwww?? Do you see what I see???
I'll stop spamming you bc I have to actually do all the stuff I've been procrastinating all day, but yes. You and me, me and you. Same brainrot. I love you. Please feed us your fanfics.
Anon I'm in love with you.
Our brains are touching rn. I see the vision and it's gorgeous. It's everything I've ever needed in life.
Tim and Bruce obsessing the most, followed closely by Dick. Because hello? Unknown meta, going around in bat territory, trying to be a vigilante? (Well, they're kind of succeeding, but don't say that in front of Bruce or he'll tweak.) He's clearly trained, and his suit is high tech, but all of that is secondary to the fact he's out here doing Dick's signature move. The only reason batman doesn't immediately hunt him down is because
1. He failed the first time because Spider-man was obviously trained in evasion (wrong, it's his spidey sense)
2. It's very clearly a teen under the mask, and Bruce has already mentally resigned to the fact that he's likely coming out of this game of bat and spider with a new kid (also wrong, he's coming out as a grandparent)
Its one big, jumbled chaotic mess and Peter thinks it's the funniest thing in the world (minus the stalking)
Also no way you're bothering! I adored the asks <3 have fun completing your side quests!
thinking about a dick grayson is richard parker au where the dc universe also has omegaverse and post no way home, peter is plopped into gotham, deaged (the younger the better) and he has no idea what dynamics are or what’s happening he just thinks the new universe smells weird or his sense of smell has gotten stronger and the first time dick meets peter, dick’s parental instincts come on so sudden and strong that he almost gets a migraine … idk what dynamic dick is but he would be soooooo overprotective of peter and peter would be like “im not a baby!!!” with the chubbiest cheeks
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here's a silly one shot for Halloween (based on LoF) It's open ended on purpose because... I got attached... and now there's gonna be a series that i will sporadically update (and i mean that there is not gonna be a schedule for this, it'll happen when it happens)
for @dangerouslyxdelicate, for the Danmei Fanfic Nightclub~
prompt: BingJiuYuan with Shen Yuan as Bing and Shen Jiu's shizun (aka my fav flavor of bingjiuyuan <3)
Shen Qingqiu loved his disciples. Really, he did! Even if they were incorrigible scoundrels, they were his incorrigible scoundrels.
But sometimes, as their Shizun, a little discipline was in order.
“Why do you two only seem to see eye to eye when it comes to bullying your shushu?” Shen Qingqiu asks in his sternest tone of voice. “Why can’t any of that energy go into Night Hunts, hm?”
Shen Jiu and Luo Binghe were sat side by side each both refusing to look at other and not daring to even pass their eyes over Shen Qingqiu. Shen Jiu was glaring at his collapsed fingers as if they had committed some unforgivable sin against him, and Luo Binghe was staring out the window, eyes glassy with unshed tears.
“Because that little beast-” Shen Jiu cut himself off under Shen Qingqiu’s reproachful glare. “I mean, Luo-shidi,” he resumed, with gritted teeth. “Is so ferocious on Nigh Hunts. Killing that ghoul or that yao indiscriminately, it makes it hard to fight in a formation.”
“Oh, that’s rich,” Luo Binghe muttered underbreath, before straightening his spine and shooting Shen Qingqiu a pitful, watery look. “Shen-shixiong’s blows are so underhanded I never know who he’s targeting; Shizun, oftentimes I find myself having to defend myself from both the malicious spirit and my shixiong.”
“Oh it’s just like you to cry to Shizun-”
“You two need to learn how to work together,” Shen Qingqiu interrupted, resisting the urge to massage the headache attacking his temples away. That wasn’t very becoming of an immortal master. “Or, are you saying that I have failed you as a Shizun?”
Instantly, both of his disciples’ eyes widened, in incredulity, alarm, and vehement denial.
“Shizun, no!”
“Don’t ever even say that Shizun! That couldn’t be farther from the truth.”
Amidst his disciples’ protestations, Shen Qingqiu flipped open his fan, if only to hide a tiny, wry smirk.
For some reason, Shen Qingqiu had noticed that while his disciples seemed to dislike each other - and loathe just about everyone else - they were always very eager to please their Shizun. It had confused Shen Qingqiu, at first. Luo Binghe was no mystery - he was Shen Qingqiu’s little sheep, a pure white lotus of a boy, pure and unsullied and eager to please. He only wanted love, and Shen Qingqiu could give that to him in droves. He could never run dry of his love for Luo Binghe, love that burned fire-hot in his veins.
Shen Jiu was a bit more mystifying. Shen Qingqiu was sure the boy hated him, resented having a Shizun who had such a strong spiritual core, despised being told what to do, even though that was quite literally in his job description. But Shen Jiu did not act as if he hated Shen Qingqiu. Shen Qingqiu knew what it looked like when Shen Jiu hated a person, after all. Was quite intimately acquainted with it, since that hatred extended to pretty much ninety percent of the population. But with Shen Qingqiu, Shen Jiu was different. Shen Jiu’s kindness, his care, was like a secret no one else could know. But Shen Qingqiu saw it, uncovered it in small, quiet moments. When Shen Jiu would polish Xiu Ya for him, unprompted. When he would buy the expensive, specialty blends of tea Shen Qingqiu preferred that his allowance really couldn’t afford. When he would go ahead of Shen Qingqiu on Night Hunts, protect him, shield him, even though Shen Qingqiu was plenty capable.
Shen Jiu would listen to Shen Qingqiu, to everything he said, no matter if it was trivial or mundane, a worthless joke or a priceless piece of imparted knowledge. He would listen with shining concentration in his eyes and a kind of rapt focus that Shen Qingqiu couldn’t help but find adorable - he’d never say such a thing aloud, though. Shen Jiu would probably throttle him.
When faced with insult, Shen Qingqiu would counter with a smile and honey-sweet passive aggressiveness. Shen Jiu’s tongue would spin the most scathing, heinous words in the politest tone possible, in defense of his Shizun. Often, Shen Qingqiu thought it might be less painful for the other party were Shen Jiu to just kick them in the shins. Luo Binghe’s favored mode of attack was to simply stare at the offender until they nervously backed away. Sometimes, if the perceived slight against his Shizun was really too much for Luo Binghe to bear, he’d let a bit of demonic qi wisp out of the tips of his fingers. Only when he thought Shen Qingqiu wasn’t watching, of course. Whenever these two accompanied Shen Qingqiu anywhere, it was as if he walked with two bodyguards. Or, guard dogs.
Shen Qingqiu thought the two had more in common than they realized.
It had bemused Shen Qingqiu at first. How fiercely protective his disciples were. How strangely accommodating. Almost….doting? Now, he found it endearing, though his fellow peak lords would not agree. Shen Qingqiu surmised they were all just jealous of the deep, poignant bond he had with his disciples. What other master could boast having not one but two head disciples, hm? Who else could say they had disciples as devoted, as worshipful, as utterly and divinely made for Shen Qingqiu than his Luo Binghe and Shen Jiu?
“If Shizun wishes for his disciples to be more harmonious,” Shen Jiu spoke then, something cryptic about his tone that immediately raised Shen Qingqiu’s guard. “Then, there is something that could bring the two of us closer together.”
Shen Qingqiu was intrigued by this premise, despite the fact that he was probably going to regret it. “Oh?”
Shen Jiu and Luo Binghe traded conspiratorial glances - oh, so they had talked this over before?! - and then slowly, assuredly, both of them took each of Shen Qingqiu’s hands into their own.
“You could accept these disciples’ hands in marriage,” Luo Binghe said, soft-spoken and earnest and sincere, breathtakingly so, and - what? What?? For a moment, Shen QIngqiu’s mind whited out. No, he must have misheard. Surely Binghe couldn’t mean-
“Beast! Didn’t we agree on courtship first?” Shen Jiu protested, shooting an entirely unrepentant Luo Binghe a glare, who simply shrugged.
“We can’t court him after we’re married to him?” Luo Binghe retorted, tightening his grip. “Please, Shizun? I’d be the best husband.”
“Please Shizun, say yes,” Shen Jiu added, before Shen Qingqiu could stop to ask if Luo Binghe had been infected with one of those ridiculous magical flowers.
And with those soft, glistening black eyes filled with so much love and care entreating, softly pleading-
Really, how could Shen Qingqiu have the heart to refuse his most beloved, devoted disciples?
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