Danny is in Gotham for college, and during finals month the Joker goes on a spree. After the Joker breaks out of Arkham for the THIRD time Danny in a fit of sleep deprived pique does a bit of research, breaks into Arkham, and swaps prisoner transfers so that the Joker is taken to a prison out of state.
It’s only after finals are over, and he has slept for two days, that he calls Tucker to check on his half brained plan, to find out it worked? Somehow it worked. The Joker is now at a different prison where he has no corrupted guards etc to help him breakout and is now stuck there.
The bats only find this out when their paranoia of “why hasn’t the Joker broken out yet?” kicks in.
Bruce and Vlad freaking hate eachother. Its a known, very public fact. Bruce doesn't even slip into his Brucie persona to deal with Vlad, thats how much they hate eachother.
Danny is Vlad's heir, mostly against his will. Danny only says mostly because he did eventually agree to the situation, but only after Vlad threatened to make Dani his heir, which would tie her down and steal her freedom. So now, Danny has the "fun" job of learning how to run a company, and invest.
Tim is Bruce's CoCEO, and its pretty well known hes more than likely going to take over the company at some point. He already did at one point, he was already a CEO, he had a large quantity of WE's shares, and Damian, as he grew and matured, seemed less and less interested in being CEO once he saw all the paperwork, and morons Tim and his Father had to deal with daily.
Do Danny and Tim share the VladCo vs WE feud? No, its quite the opposite in fact. Everyone with eyes can see how fond the two young men are of eachother. As much fun as the Bruce v Vlad verbal brawls are to watch, watching Danny and Tim dance around eachother like twitterpated sparrows is even more fun to experience.
But, Bruce and Vlad are quick to yank the two young men away from eachother. And its heartbreaking for everyone to witness, and or read as the two young men are kept apart by their stubborn bosses.
Basically, Romeo and Juliet but if it was Corporate, Gay, and the dead guy is only half dead.
Andrew Minyard heard the phrase “madly in love” and thought, “Yeah, I’m mad that I’m in love with him. Look at him. He’s not house-trained and the mafia is after him.”
Clark really needs a dog walker! The Kent family has been swamped lately, between work, and school, and superhero hijinks, and Krypto isn't being taken out as often as he really should be, leading to rowdyness and destructive behavior. So, Clark puts an ad out and it...doesn't go well.
Krypto is hyper, hes a good dog, but hes also a super powered dog, he has so much energy and its just impossible for a non-meta human to handle him, even then, metas without some level of strength aren't much better.
Just as Clark is getting ready to take down the ad, after the last dog walker had handed Clark back Krypto's leash before bolting away in fear with twigs tangled in their hair, another person responded.
Danny Fenton, a 17 year old who's recently moved to Metropolis with his older sister. Hes a highschool student, but does online classes, and wanted to walk Krypto to give his own dog some socialization.
What interests Clark, is that on Danny's application, he explicitly states that he has experience with meta-animals, though, no proof was provided.
Well, Clark was kind of at the end of his rope, so he decided to give the kid a chance.
One and a half hours later, Krypto is returned to him completely warn out, happy but exhausted, a state Clark had never seen before, and the Kid, Danny, is completely calm, babbling happily about taking Krypto to the park so Krypto could play with Cujo, Danny's Dog.
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Danny was proud to say he'd come a long way with Cujo's training(the Ghostly Mastiff Mix apprentantly only understood Latin and Ghost Speak, who knew?). But despite Danny's best efforts, he couldn't provide Cujo with proper socialization with other dogs. Oh Danny could play fetch with him for hours, and wrestle Cujo in his big form, and even play chase with him, but playing with a human is way different than just being able to play with another dog. Cujo didn't seem to mind the lack of company as long as Danny would play with him, but Danny still wanted to do more for Ghost's Best Friend.
At first, Danny tried dog parks, but dogs were sensitive beings, and could tell Cujo was stronger than them, more dangerous maybe? So they tended to get defensive, or cower.
Second, Danny tried to find other ghost animals. But, becoming a ghost was rare, and animals becoming ghosts even rarer, most animals were more than happy to simply let go and pass on. Danny did find a ghost wolf pack, but they hadn't taken kindly to Cujo encroaching on their territory, and any other ghost dogs were settled with ghosts of their people or were dutifully waiting on the edge of the ghost world and passing on for their people, so they weren't really interested.
Danny even tried making a robotic dog powered with ectoplasm to play with Cujo, but while it started off fine, the robot dog gained sentience, became possessive over Danny, and tried to exterminate Cujo, so Danny had to fight it and disassemble it!
Danny had almost given up hope, until he one day saw a flying white dog on the street, dragging some poor highschool freshman behind it. To anyone else, it just looked like the dog was running really fast, but Danny saw, the dog's paws weren't ever touching the pavement. With some searching around, Danny found the ad to be the dog's, Krypto's, dog walker, and applied.
The walk went better than Danny expected! Krypto and Cujo were playing chase all around an abandoned dog park Danny had found! Chasing, and jumping, and playing tug of war with a tree! Krypto could use his super strength, and Cujo could grow to his full size! It was so cute! Danny took so many pictures with his fenton-camera to show to Jazz. Most importantly, Cujo looked so alive! Well, as alive as a ghost dog could, being able to play with another dog.
When it was finally time to return home, both dogs were exhausted, panting happily and tiredly walking beside him, so he could return Krypto home.
Danny was so happy, he totally forgot he was getting payed! And what's better, Krypto's Owner, Clark, wanted Danny to continue walking Krypto! Score!
Tim looks up from his laptop. The boy in front of him looks like he's been dragged to Hell a week ago and just made it back: smudges of soot on his face, his not-so-white t-shirt smelling of smoke, and a nasty looking burn on his hand that he somehow doesn't even pay attention to. Tim thinks back to his mental list of 'Rogues currently on the loose', but it's only Ivy and Harley (who don't even count anymore), and Penguin, who is not known for setting things on fire.
"I can call 911 for you, if you want?" He offers, because this is still Gotham. Despite the fact that a slightly scorched guy casually walking into a coffee shop is not something out of the ordinary here, he's not giving his phone to strangers.
The guy grimaces and starts aggressively rummaging through his pockets.
"No, thanks, ACAB and all that, and they won't do shit here anyway," he says, and then pulls a handful of tangled golden jewelry — rings, chains, necklaces with various gems in them — from his pocket and places it on the table in front of Tim. "I need your phone," he repeats.
Tim stares. First, at the gold — these things look antique, and his parents were archeologists, he knows what he's talking about — then, back at the guy. He looks... ordinary, sans the dirt and smell.
But the burn on his hand looks significantly more healed than it did just a minute ago.
Thankfully, Tim has already had his cup of morning coffee. Which means he is thinking very rationally when he does get his phone out of his pocket and hands it to the guy, just to see what he does next.
"Thanks," the guy grins at him, plucking the phone out of Tim's hand and unlocking it. Tim's eyebrows shoot up — there's a password there! — but the stranger is already dialing in a number and pressing the phone to his ear.
It takes less than a second before someone evidently picks up, and the guy starts talking.
"I have less than three minutes before the phone dies, so listen very carefully. Etrigan is fine, Jason is not, Klarion is still being a bitch. Dora won't help anymore, so you're on your own until Sam makes it there with the staff. I'm in Gotham because, apparently, mazes and I don't mix well together, so if you could summon me back, that'd be cool," he says, a look of mild annoyance on his face.
Tim is back to staring at him. He recognizes some of the names, and, well, one could have been an oddity, two a coincidence, but three is a pattern.
"The fuck you mean you can't, I gave you the incantation two months ago!" The guy raises his voice, his foot tapping on the floor in frustration. "Do you think I just go around giving my summons to people for shits and giggles? Like, yeah, have a spell that unleashes a cosmic being of immeasurable power, use it as a bookmark!"
This interaction, despite Tim only hearing one side of it, gets more and more alarming with every word.
But then, the boy suddenly straightens up and stills, his eyes flashing bright, unpleasantly familiar green.
"You what?" He asks, his voice slipping from just angry to quietly enraged hiss, "Sold it to whom?!" But, before he gets an answer, Tim's phone makes a thin, tiny buzzing sound, and the guy takes it off his ear, looking at the screen.
"No, no-no-no," he mutters, shaking it like that would make it work. To no avail, though: the phone screen flashes a few times and goes black. The guy curses. At least Tim thinks it's a curse because he doesn't understand a word, but the stranger's face and intonation are telling.
"Useless fucking moron of a human, I swear I'm going to drown you in cow shit once this is over," he switches to English, dropping the phone on the table right by the small pile of gold, "I'll bargain your pathetic soul from everyone you've ever dealt with and give it to the Observants, and maybe, after a few millenia of endless Council paperwork, I'll have mercy and sell it back to Lucifer and watch him fry you on a skillet."
...Whoever the boy is, Tim absolutely refuses to ever piss him off, okay. That's an impressive threat to even make, not to mention being able to go through with it.
"Do you need help?" He asks cautiously. If he is getting his context clues right, this is something that involves JLD, and maybe John Constantine specifically since Tim doesn't know any other man who is a magic user, sold his soul numerous times, would care about Etrigan's wellbeing, and could invoke this kind of murderous intent.
The boy looks back at him, his eyes back to normal blue.
"Huh? Oh, no, I doubt this can be helped," he waves Tim off and pinches the bridge of his nose, "Sorry about the phone, but, unless you have a way to yeet me across the globe so I end up in London in the next twenty minutes..." he shrugs, smiling in that helpless 'nothing you can do here' way.
Tim picks up his phone. It's dead, wholly and completely, won't even turn on when he tries.
He really, really shouldn't do that. This is definitely none of his business, and very much out of his capabilities and area of expertise.
But he thinks about the zeta-tube in the Cave.
"Actually," he says, and the guy's eyes snap back to him, a bewildered sort of surprise on his face.
Hey, anyone who said this outfit would be perfect for Ghost King Phantom? Tada
I posted this on a DPxDC discord server, and they said to "lemme reblog this on tumblr!!!" so here we are
ANAKIN SKYWALKER: OBi-WAN KENOBI’S #1 FAN.
WHATEVER OBI-WAN DOES, ANAKIN DOES IT, TOO.
(I’m just laughing forever that one of Anakin/Vader’s most signature moves ws one he picked up from watching Obi-Wan. OF COURSE IT WAS.)
the canon lore on stewjon is so sparse I cant believe it like. at this point I might as well redo the entire design. the only thing thing thats staying is that stewjon is space scottland.
The hexagons on the maps are the gracious 25 (+2 on moons#2&3) cities/settlements/research facilities I'm granting the population (the other side of the planet is virtually unpopulated) and the lines between them are interrails and they just happen to form nice shapes when viewed from space.
The actual off world trading happens on moon#3 - which is an ocean world - as access to the actual planet is highly restricted (not that many people want to visit, since Stewjon is highly insular) bc of slavery.
Stewjon system is on the edges of mandalorian space but since the populace keep to themselves and don't mess around in galactic politics people tend to forget it exists. also there are like half a million people on the entire planet. Generally Stewjon is viewed as decent but nondescript.
@istherewifiinhell made a very valid point on the name stewjon so.
An undied, woven piece of fabric, usually a triangle, made from a mixture of wool and silk. the lining is died in the respective clan colour.
It's both traditional and functional and many people wear theirs everyday. kiln can be used as:
an extra layer,
a cape,
a baby carrier,
part of the traditional clothing for weddings, funerals etc.
during official ceremonies it is also used to secure a needle with medallions indicating rank (military) or skill level (craftsmen)
Since children grow fast generally they get a new one every year and later ever couple of years.
The kiln itself isn't as important as wearing one that makes you comfortable. It can be decorated with needlepoint to indicate the wearers occupation, interest, skills or accomplishments
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