I create promts, mini story's and occasional poems. These are done in my free time and generally when I see that something I'm looking for just doesn't exist so I MAKE IT.
Now that I've reached more followers than I can count on one hand I can finally do this.
So I usually get bursts of creativity that could last for a few days and/or weeks and I know lots of people don't like inconsistent posts (myself included until recently)
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Damian had a soulmate. Too the suprise to his family, well on his father's side. His mother and grandfather had a knowing look. They had something to do with it. Well, oh well. Danny was found on the streets of Gotham and refused to say anything about his past. That's fine, this family was used to less than amazing past.
But Damian was unhappy with this. For being his soulmate, Danny took longer to warm up to the family than Damian himself did. With less violence at least. But he seemed to be a hallow version of a happier person. A ghost of a person. But ever so slowly he warmed up to them, seeming more alive. But still Damian was unhappy. Danny was his soulmate yet he treated Damian like everyone else. He even avoided Damian entirely at times to be with someone else. (What was he doing wrong? He was trying so hard! Was he such a demon that even the other half of his soul wanted nothing to do with him?)
Grayson said that it wasn't true, but Grayson was wrong.
Oh oh oh, but imagine if Danny was missing something. If he was a ghost of himself. The hollow version of himself, bland and neutral.
Out there is his ghost half. The thing so intrinsically connected to his emotions. Maybe it was a dream catcher situation or the claws from The Ultimate Enemy, and they got sperated, the human half lost in Gotham, missing his ghost half. How can he focus on his 'other half', his soul mate, when the literal other half of himself is missing?
He can't survive without Phantom. Phantom can't survive without him. He's slowly dying, and there's nothing he can do about it except wait for Phantom to find him.
No use letting his soul mate get attached when he might be dead soon. Well, deader.
Fenton had never felt so….hollow, so empty, so broken.
His parents had gotten wind of the fact that he was Phantom and the results had been not great.
In the end, he had managed to get away after too much time as nothing but a lab rat dont think about it dont think about it dont think about it, but not before he had gotten a last hit in with his parents’ new and improved Fenton Ectoplasm Separator.
For all that he had died and been been vivisected, Fenton could say without a doubt that nothing he had ever experienced had been as awful and as painful as being so completely torn apart, and for so long.
They had stayed toghether for a short while, but soon the GIW hunters and his parents had forced them to part ways.
If he hadnt felt awful before, he wouldve right then and there, being forced to get even further apart from his literal other half.
He had arrived at a city high on ectoplasm, something he knew out of sheer knowledge, since he couldnt feel it nor process it at the moment missing missing missing-
Fenton had wondered around, hollow and aching and unfeeling, less than a husk of who he was, until he had gotten picked up by a large family, one of whom turned out to be his soulmate.
And oh how that had hurt. Fenton had wanted, so badly he had wanted, to feel something about that, to let himself be held and taken care of, allowed himself to be helped and told that things would be better.
But how could he, when he was empty empty empty, when he could barely feel his own aliveness at the moment, when half of his very self was missing.
How could he allow his soulmate in, when his own soul was incomplete?
So Fenton had taken to avoiding him.
It hurt, to be so near something so wanted and yet so unatainable, and it hurt knowing that, should Phatom not find him soon, both of them would die, leaving his soulmate alone.
No, it was best for both of them if Fenton avoided Damian for now possibly for the rest of his short life
With time, he started feeling the slightest bit better, reveling in the warmth he could derive from the love the family gave him, as meager as it was with both part of his soul and his soul’s compliment missing.
With each worsening day, his body and mind failing him more and more, he hoped, for both his and Damian’s sake, that his avoidance of the boy made him hate him, so that if Phantom did not find him in time, his ended up the only soul broken in half.
One day Danny collapsed. It was the middle of a perfectly fine lunch, the entire family was there. Danny had stood up for a moment before he swayed and paled, an achievement considering how pale he was. He looked at Damian, actually truly looked him for the first time, and said, "Sorry". Then he collapsed, nearly hitting his head on the mahogany table.
Suffice it to say, pandemonium was unleashed. The had rushed him to the Batcave (it was closest, Danny, his Soulmate's pulse was already so weak and thready, they had just met Damian didn't want to lose him so soon, no no no no-).
They ran every test they could. It's findings turned up... weird. And concerning. VERY concerning. Severely anemic. Severely vitamin deficient. Severely low blood sugar. Slow heartbeat. Low blood pressure.
Everything wrong, all at once. It shouldn't have been possible! To have all those things going on at once. He had been eating with them consistently, how could he turn up severely malnourished? The low blood sugar? Where did he lose the blood?! He wasn't injured (despite the concerning amount of scars), he shouldn't have lost that much blood.
Everything was wrong. So, so wrong. This wasn't an enemy he could punch, it was something he didn't know. Damian didn't know what to do.
His soulmate was dying.
He soulmate had KNOWN he was dying.
And Damian wasn't able to do a single. Damned. Thing.
I slipped while putting together my Model Earth Discovery Shuttle.
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Danny had not been expecting to wake up after he'd collapsed. The weakness that had been growing still weighed on him, but he felt lighter. Breathing was easier than it had been in weeks, and opening his eyes didn't feel like lifting blast doors.
The world around him was tinted a faint green, and a pang of sorrow echoed in his empty chest. This was so very, very different from when he'd gone through the Ghost Catcher in Freshman year. Then his Mind and Soul had equally split into two. This was much worse. His Mind trapped in his physical body while his literal Soul was-
Danny jolted away from the spiral he nearly tumbled down and looked around. It was a Cave. The medical equipment looked odd; but given he was floating in a chamber like the one he'd Thawed in previously, Danny considered the possibility he had made it to the far frozen.
That would be nothing short of a Miracle.
He could see his Soulmate, Damian, slouched in a chair and wrapped in a fur blanket. Further proof for Danny's sluggish thoughts on his location. Though the domino mask threw him off for a minute, he wasn't as surprised as he could have been, he'd already suspected from behavior and things he'd overheard. Both from the Wayne's and the Ghosts.
Reaching up, Danny touched the glass and jolted when that set off the machine. A non-emergency alert to his movements.
Damian was on his feet barely a second after the Alert started. Dressed in his Robin gear and an actual, honest to god sword in hand. Most of the tension in him melted when they locked eyes, vibrant emerald on dull gray-blue.
Hollow-Empty-alonealonealone
"You are awake, good. The Magician will be allowed to keep his head after all." Damian said matter-of-factly and even if he couldn't really feel mirth as he was, Danny managed a partial smile. Damian was only half joking, after all.
Clumsily, he moved his hand to finger spell his question. The mask over his mouth and nose made sense, since he was just an organic body run on autopilot and memory.
How wrong everyone had it. Ghosts were all feeling, all emotion and intent. All Soul. This? Whatever Danny was now is what he suspected they thought they were dealing with. He was practically a Necromancers Thrall but with debatable Free Will.
W-H-E-R-E-?
"We have transported you to the Watchtower for further medical treatment. Father is discussing with the Magician Constantine and others on how best to care for you."
The effort of moving his hand quickly enough to convey his confusion and surprise was expectedly exhausting. It was worth the quirk of Damian's mouth and the impressed uptick of his brow, however. Danny let himself preen a little, even while he mourned the lack of warm satisfaction that would have come with it.
"Have you met previously?" Danny shook his head and Damian huffed slightly, in what Danny might wager was relief. The guy wasn't that bad, sure he was infuriating to the kind of beings Danny preferred to avoid but as long as you weren't an asshole he didn't sound so bad?
Anyone who could pull off the crazy shit he did was cool in his books, honestly. Plus, it made some of Danny's own adventures look like literal child's play.
"I will inform everyone you are awake. They will need more information from you in order to properly help you." Danny watched as he started toward the door. "That is," Damian started, hesitantly. "if you are feeling well enough to speak to them."
Danny wasn't sure he really wanted to tell them his story, but after weeks - nearly two months - without his Ghost, Danny had forgotten why he hadn't already. Fear and anxiety, a memory he couldn't fully connect with.
He was tired. It wasn't a good enough reason if they could help him reconnect with Phantom.
I-T-S F-I-N-E
"I will return shortly." Damian, Robin, lingered in the doorway in a way that should have left him warm and cared for. The hollow ache in his chest as his heart beat slowly was a painful reminder that, any other time before all this, Damian's deliberate reluctance to leave him alone while injured would have earned a low rumbled purr from his core.
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The last thing John had expected, when he woke up that morning and reached for his flask, was for the House of Mystery to have replaced it with a glass vial of what was obviously Ectoplasm.
The same shite from the thrice damned Realms that he had sworn to keep himself from messing with when he first stumbled on Amity Park. Worse was the shrill sound of the communicator he'd purposefully thrown into an active volcano two weeks ago.
Hells bells, no rest for the wicked and all that.
It'd taken a good two hours and three flat lines of the lad's heart before Bats agreed to add the stuff to the Medical Stasis Pod. Each low tone sending a spark of panic through John, worse than anything before had. That was feckin' saying something considering the horrors he encountered regularly.
Don't think about it.
Luckily, the diluted stuff worked well enough to stabilize the kid. Danny, fifteen, nearly sixteen by his own admittance. Odd that Batman and his Cauldron of kids didn't have everything down to his genetic ancestry. When pressed on it, Bats had just given a frustrated grunt, letting Red Robin explain he was almost a literal ghost.
"Funny, seein' as yer boy in there ain't got a soul."
His fingers twitched with the urge to light up a smoke, but with the way Bats narrowed those damned lenses at him, he didn't dare. Yet. Once the pandemonium died down, heh, he let out a breath and leaned back in his chair.
"Kid's missin' is soul. Not in any normal way I know of, either. Looks like some sick fuck cut it out, with how clean the separation is." No Being that dealt in Souls or Resurrection was that careful. Not with the body at least.
"What does that mean for the kid?" The Revenant asked, concern and rage rolling off in equal measure. Sure as Sure he was only still there because they didn't have a target.
"Nothin' good, I don't know any creature that can do what was done to him. Whatever it was is bad news. What do you lot know about Danny?"
The name left a tingle in his mouth, something like the first frost and ozone. It was his name and not some cover. It also held a spark of power, barely there but prelude to something much bigger.
"Sixteen, had aspirations to be an astronaut before some kind of accident." Bats nodded, letting his wildcard take point. Not that John minded. He and Red Robin had a fine give 'n take arrangement. Easiest cape to work with if he was honest. "He was forced to run away from home after a fight with his parents, and we found him practically catatonic sitting on the edge of a ten-story building a couple of months ago."
"Thought he was just being wary, cagey about B and all of us." Nightwing added, just before a shrill alarm blared for all of three seconds. Every Bat was at attention, leaving the air thick enough could have made a meal of it.
Robin stepped around the corner as John got to his own feet. "He is awake and responsive. It would be best not to overwhelm him," His suggestion was sharp and left no room for any interpretation besides they'd best not if only to keep breathin' right. "Danny seems to know of you, that will make this quicker by skipping introductions."
"Also he's the brats Soulmate supposedly. Eighty-six point three two five percent sure." RR added.
Bloody great. No pressure, at least. He was good with kids, shouldn't be too difficult to get the kid talking. Assuming his hangup with sharing information was tired up in shit like fear or self-preservation.
John followed Batman, Robin, and Red Robin into the medical room.
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I'm kind of invested in this idea so I'll probably revamp the setting/lead up when I post to ao3.
I love this. I cant help but to imagine that once the bats find the Phantom Half, which would be pure instinct and emotion, it'll just latch onto Damian. Cuddling and purring and just otherwise be giving him all the love and unfiltered affection that Soulless Danny was unable to give him.
And Damian's face just turns red as he gets reassured that his soulmate really does want him
Danny and vlad have a fight. Out of amity. As danny fenton and vlad masters. With a bit of ghostly strength. In metropolis. In broad daylight
Ok look they didn't mean for it to happen they were both stressed neither expected to see them out of amity and they were just bantering but then vlad brought up Danny's mom and well things got a bit out of hand some punches were thrown someone was bitten some things were thrown... some metal things were thrown hard
And look its not their fault honest they were so engrossed in their argument (that was an argument someone off to the side whispers) that they didn't notice him approaching them
And he couldn't exactly stop the punch when vlad dodged out of the way, and he really didn't know the guy in blue with a cape was behind him
And danny swears he didn't mean to punch the guy through that wall or that other wall
"Danny, did you just punch Superman?" Vlad said through clenched teeth. "This is what I'm talking about when I say you need to work on control."
Vlad whirled around at the sound of falling rubble announced the man of steel standing up.
"I am so sorry, Sir!" Vlad said. "That was wholly out of line by both of us. We should not have let that discussion get so heated. I will pay for any and all damages. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"
Clark stood shocked for a moment.
"You hit me," Clark said to the kid. "And it hurt?"
"I am so sorry about my Godson, Mr. Superman," said Vlad. "You know how teens are they don't know their own strength. I hear you have a couple children of your own so I bet you know the feeling."
"Are you?" Clark asked. "Are both of you Kryptonian?"
"I'm afraid not!" said Vlad. "Though I think the little badger knows a little. He's always picking up dead languages. Not that Kryptonian is dead! Because you are clearly here!
"You speak Kryptonian?" Asked Clark in the selfsame language.
"A little," responded Danny.
"Your friend here sure likes to talk," said Clark.
"Yes, He is a Fruit Loop," said Danny switching back to English for the untranslatable name. "He is very rich though so he can pay. I am sorry for hitting you. He is right we should not have let it come to blows among innocents."
"You speak well for someone who does not claim fluency," said Superman.
"So do you though I am having trouble with your accent," admitted Danny.
"Not the first time I've heard that," smiled Superman. "I don't suppose I'm going to get more out of you about what you are?"
"It is not safe," said Danny. "I have put so many in danger with this small fight."
"I wish..." Started Superman.
"No wish!" Yelled Danny interrupting. "Sorry bad luck."
"I... would like to make you believe I can help but I know it can be hard to trust," said Superman a bit confused but complient.
"Very well," said Superman switching back to English. "I'll let you go for now but I can't promise Batman will stay off your backs for long. Here is my direct contact young man."
Superman handed Danny a card.
"Call if you change your mind," he said and turned to Vlad. "Do you have contact information I can give to the police for damages?"
Vlad handed over his card.
"Mr. Masters," said Superman nodding to the man. "Mr... Badger."
"May Rao light your way," said Superman.
"And may the Ancients bless yours," said Danny.
As Superman flew away he debated. Maybe he could nudge Bruce in this direction. He hadn't really promised not to after all. He wanted the kid to be safe. There were so few conversation partners to practice with and he wouldn't let Kryptonian die.
Vlad has a very passing understanding of what is being said, just from being dead, but doesn’t know know. He’s not wholly amused and is questioning his life choices but here we are.
"But..they love me. They love me. They- they loveme." His voice slowly breaking."They do. They really do. I'm telling you, they do. THEY LOVE ME, THEY love me." His voice rose an octave higher as his face was smooshed onto someone chest, desperately trying to convince them that they loved him. All the while trying to convince himself as well.
"My parents love me...please." He begged as if all his questions would be answered as a stream of blood slowly rolled down his forhead, onto his neck and staining his grey t-shirt red. "But if- if they loved me, then why, WHY did they...." he turned to face the desolate land one Covered in grass and flowers, laid to waste. The stranger looked down at him, (and later he would realise that stranger was actually his sister) "They did love you, maybe just a little bit too much"
have you ever read a fanfic so good that you wanted to write a fanfic about that fanfic, but was too shy / too intimidated to ask for the author’s permission and too afraid that your writing wouldn’t be half as good as theirs and that it would be an insult to their work that was basically a literal masterpiece, so you just sat there fantasizing about their work and how beautiful it was and how you wished you could just eat it and how you wished canon could write your blorbos half as good as this writer did and how you just wanted to cry because you just loved that fic so much????
After rescuing Bruce from the timestream, the other Bats eventually notice that Tim is 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 without at least one weapon on him at all times. He usually has three (the small knife he built hideaway spots in all his shoes for, the larger knife either on his hip or shelved on his back, and a nonlethal option such as a taser), but he doesn't even sleep without them within reach.
The shoe knife was introduced to his outfits after the Titan Tower Attack. He wanted a hidden way to never be caught off guard again (he wasn't sure his precautions would be well-received by the Bats). The larger knife was added after the desert (Tim's not sure he'd resort to using it, but he lost two friends during a time he had only himself and them to rely on). The nonlethal one was added after Damian cut his line.
He does end up forgiving all the Bats for their transgressions and seeking forgiveness for his faults, but he's never without a weapon. He's learned that even "safe" spaces can suddenly become unsafe. He learned that, when it came down to it, he has only himself to constantly rely on.
And of course the only way this gets found out by the bats is when everyone is gathered in a safe place together, weaponless, and they’re suddenly attacked. Low and behold, guess who has enough weapons to go around? Tim fucking Drake.
Just thinking about the Wayne’s going to have a family dinner at a nice restaurant to give Alfred a break for a change then they all get kidnapped.
They’re kidnapped as civilians so they go along with it, but by the time they realize they’ve been put into a soundproof room with no way to call for backup it’s too late. It gets even worse when the bats learn that they’re not being held hostage, rather this is a hit order.
At this point, they’re obviously going to fight back but they’ve got guns and distance while the bats are stuck with just their fists.
Except for Tim, who throws a knife out of his shoe at a man about to shoot Dick. While grateful, Dick wishes that Tim hadn’t just thrown away his only weapon.
A knife comes out of his other shoe to land in the next man’s hand, who dared to point a gun at Bruce.
Down the line it continues. Knives of all sizes come out from various places to take everyone down. A large knife from his belt gets pressed to the leader’s throat with a threat to let the Wayne’s walk away free.
A mention to the press regarding Tim having taken a knife or axe throwing lesson as a kid will quiet any rumors that may occur.
The Wayne’s leave freely but they do wonder why Tim was so heavily armed for what was supposed to be a family dinner.
'Well this was going to be an awkward conversation', Tim thought as he trudged down the stairs slowly lowering himself into the batcave for a debriefing. His mind already thinking up excuses.
Everyone who was kidnapped was there, so Dick, damian and bruce. The rest of the family were also there, probably worried and wanting answers.
Damian and Dick were standing near the batcomputer quietly conversing with each other. Steph, Barbra and Jason were all huddled up in a semi-circle probably being brought up to date with what happened. Cass however looked unbothered to the untrained eye as sat on jasons shoulder (a habit she picked up a while ago) ,he could see how tense she was. While Bruce being Bruce, loomed ominously in the background, dramatic much?
As tim made himself known as he stepped down from the last step with a small thump all heads in the the room turned in his direction. Tim mentally sighed and seemingly dragged his feet to the nearest wall to lean against as the rest of the family started gathering in the middle.
You have probably seen all the aus like danny gets adopted by batfam, Danny as damiens twin/older brother, Danny dating a member of the batfam, Danny part of the justice league, Danny as a gotham superhero and more.
But have we seen Danny Fenton as Batman.
Danny Fenton who was taken in by the original Wayne family, with Marta and Thomas Wayne. Taken in when Martha was not yet pregnant. They treated him as their own and raised him as such. When they discover that Martha is pregnant and go out to celebrate. When they take a short cut and danny is just a few seconds too late to save them.
The boy who lost his parents when he failed to stop Dan and for all he knows his sister is dead gone. Who was lost in the infinite realms for so long. Who got stuck in a foul city where the weak are crushed so only the strong prevail.
Danny, Who stumbled into the warm arms of the Wayne family. Who slowly opened up to them. Who never used his powers so he could have a shred of normalcy with them. Who realized they loved and cared for him as thier own. Danny who accepted he loved them in turn. Danny,the boy who lost another set of parents on one fateful eve.
Danny who lost-
Danny who
Danny
Bruce.
Bruce who takes in these lost stray children because he wants to look after them. But he doesn't know how to because he never had a normal childhood.
Bruce who puts up a front to protect himself as well as his family. Who lies to face of powerful beings to protect his family. Bruce who trains long and hard to protect his family from said beings, so much so that he ends up locking away his emotions, so that his children don't have to loose another parent -not knowing that they already had so long ago
Bruce who's so proud of his children, but just doesn't know how to show it. Who is so scared, so terrified they might fight the same battles as him...or something even worse.
BRUCE WHO WANTS to kill the joker. Who wants to hurt him like he hurt his CHILD and leave him there to die, but he knows better than that... he knows what a cruel joke it would be, the irony. He knows that it will just more horrible things to his children knowing they'll never be able to stop him. That's why he brought him back.
Bruce who as much as he tries is always two steps behind.
And now when his new dimension is at stake because of the very beings he left behind, he must choose between the life that he built for himself here or the one that he left behind.
A carefully weighted scale. With the future on the horizon, and choices to be made.
Will the scale stay true or will the choices made unbalance it all.
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I (M 42) have been in love with someone who I’ll call Laddie (F 41) for this post since we were in college together. Clearly, she loves me too, but was bewitched by the big, strong, oaf of a man that is now her husband. A man who, might I add, KILLED ME. I got better and now have a, let’s say, more spiritual way of life.
Anyways, since we were all childhood friends, once the couple (I’m gagging while typing that) had children I immediately became their god-parent. As of late I have been spending more time with their youngest (M 14) as we both follow the same way of ‘life’. There was rub at first, but I have become quite fond of the little punk. Unfortunately the same cannot be said for him, as he has come to loathe my very existence. Undeterred, I figured I could just use my outstanding intellect to clone him and make him my REAL son who is obedient and loves me!
Simple right? Well, not exactly.
Thanks to our spirituality, it created some pretty troubling difficulties that caused the first few batches of him to die horrifically. That one was my bad, but it’s just a part of science. Finally, I created a clone that didn’t destabilize and it was a fairly close copy! Downside? It was the wrong gender, as well as being a little over half his age physically. I had no clue how I had created such a blunder, but guessed I just didn’t have enough of his DNA. So, naturally I tricked the girl into believing that I loved her and would adopt her if she could capture the boy! (Of course, intending to dispose of her later) She did as asked, and I ended up having to torture the boy to receive the missing ingredient. This all came to a halt when the clone from before turned on me and help my god-son destroy all my research. All of the other remaining clones that I was working on ended up dying horrifically (part two) this time in front of my god-son and his (self proclaimed) clone of a sister.
It was after this, that he revealed me that the reason why the clone was a female was because he was AFAB, and I unthinkingly responded that ‘I didn’t know he was a girl.’ Of course he stormed off right after that before I could realize how bad my wording had been. Truly, I didn’t mean it in a transphobic way, I kissed a man in college and definitely don’t think about it every night! I have always been a trans ally! But he has been avoiding me ever since, most likely due to my comment as I can’t think of anything else that would illicit this behavior.
Yta, ignoring the obviously concerning behavior of trying to marry a married woman and all that. It's clear that you have offended this young man more times in the past whether it be unknowingly or not, as referring to him as 'little punk' it also seems like you were forcing your beliefs onto him and that this last act was the breaking point for him. May I suggest actually trying to understand his perspective and see life through his eyes, because I can see that he obviously feels threatened by another man trying to take the place of his father.
Okay but? HOW indepth is the wedding chapter(s)? This haunts me. Does he focus on how Maddie is just? So overjoyed to marry him? Or does he have venues and dishes and a SPEECH...
Maddie tearfully reflecting she should have picked HIM all those years ago. Danny asking him to call him Dad.
The Dress. In DETAIL.
Are readers like?? "We are DEFINITELY reading somebody's fucked up therapy writings exercise" but also ENTRACED because this dude, who has GOT to either be Master's or an EXTRA layer of "needs immediate psychiatric evaluation", is just???
Danny: How is there over 500k words and three separate stories on this? How obsessed is he??
Danny in the comments: Publish this you coward (so I can get a restraining order)
The sun was rising over the hills and began shining almost as brightly as Maddies smile, there was no wind as he (vlad) stood on his balcony and looked over the garden infront of him.
It was perfect the lawn was being cleaned of the last of the dirt from the bachelor's party from last night and soon they would set up for the big day. He breathed in the crisp morning air and sighed, today was going to be perfect.
He had all he could dream of, his life long dream of owing the packers, jack was gone, the love of his life beautiful maddie whom he was going to marry in just a few hours and he and danny were much closer than they were 8 months ago. Huh, 8 months ago... he would have only dreamed something like this would happen and now look at him.
The day dragged on by as they set up the venue, and he waited anxiously for the time of the wedding to arrive. He wasn't scared of getting married oh no, he was worried about Maddie, he hadn't been able to see her since yesterday afternoon as it was bad luck to see the bride before the wedding. His head was swarming with thoughts of what had happened with her and if she was okay.
Suddenly he was brought out of his thoughts by a knock on the door. He was confused maddie had perfected the wedding list leaving no detail out, so who could possibly be need him now? He strode to the door in long calculated steps and opened the door slowly. He looked down as he was a tall man and many people were shorter than him, and instead of seeing a measly worker he saw, "Danny! What a surprise, i thought you were going to stay with your mother today?" He opened the door wider as to allow danny inside.
"Oh, uhm yes i was" Danny stumbled over himself as he walked in the room, "its just....my uh, Jack never...." Danny trailed off and he was fighting with something in his hands. Vlad looked down and immediately understood.
'Of course that lumbering oaf never taught him.' Vlad thought. He kneeled down and took Danny's hand and unfurled them gently to reveal a slightly rumpled tie.
Danny was shook, 'Vlad doesn't kneel for anyone' "Here let me help you" vlad mumbled and put the tie around Danny's neck and weaved his hands gently. " Thank you," Danny said abruptly, " You make my mom really happy, she was so excited this morning" Danny smiled softly" she looked stunning, in her dress y'know, I don't remember seeing her much before you came" Danny looked in vlads eyes " I hope you keep her smiling like that for a real long time, for your sake and mine."
Vlad ducked his head and laughed as the thought ' he's giving me a shovel talk again.' He looked up at Danny " Don't worry, son I'll die before I make her cry"
Danny smiled as he got up and headed towards the door, pausing just before he left. He turned his head looked at vlad and said " thanks for everything dad" and then left.
Now with that, a huge smile rose onto vlads face and he knew today was going to be perfect.
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Usally I'd leave this in the tags but I hope you enjoyed, I decided on a birthday special today
Did Danny initially want to go to another of Vlad's galas and interact with people?
No, not really.
But he did after hearing that there's a good chance the Wayne's would be making an appearance, and with the Wayne's would undeniably come one Timothy Drake-Wayne.
In other words, his enemy number 1.
So, he finally steps out of Vlad's manor for once to tag along and meet Timothy.
When he got there, he had some regrets, mostly because Timothy wasn't there, and also because socialization is just, not for him. It involves a lot of smiling, taking to people, handshakes, did he mention talking to people?
So, safe to say he stays close to Vlad so that he can be his meat shield and talk to people in his stead.
A while later, while he was regretting ever agreeing to this since the one condition he was promised wasn't fulfilled, the Wayne's pop up.
Needless to say, Danny vanished from Vlad's side and appeared by Tim's quite quickly while Vlad was talking with Bruce.
He's hiding, the half collapsed pillar in an abandoned office building, halfway ruined and completely left to collapse in metropolis.
His core is pulsing, air freezing and eyes not focused.
Metropolis is big and bright.
There is no way they could get him here, not with kryptonian heroes at its beck and call. Danny saw Supergirl save the day, the big blue at her tail, saving civilians.
Danny followed the official daily planet channel and reads along every line Lois Lane and her husband, Clark Kent, write each time, making people aware of problems, and most importantly exposing people.
The rich and corrupted.
So yes, is it frightening? Anxiety filling? Putting trust into complete strangers in hopes they'd uncover the Guys in White if they appear in the city?
Yes, yes it is.
He hopes Jon, the boy he has been helping with homework in a cafe, won't miss him too much in case it does happen.
Tim had gotten hit by cuddle pollen that had been mixed with some sort of narcotic. The combination made him dizzy and cold and his brain fuzzy. Luckily, he'd stumbled upon his new brother - Danny - and immediately had a cuddle buddy.
A bit later, Batman found them. Like a good Robin and brother, Tim threw Danny under the bus, "Danny snuck out of the house."
got the idea from this quote:
" "Hood was hit with pollen," Tim reported, like a good little Robin. Always better to throw your fellow vigilantes under the bus when it came to Batman’s disapproving stare, and nothing caught his attention like a potential injury. " - drain by envysparkler
#the indignant confusion danny must be feeling#tim probably has a concussion to have just dubbed his cuddle buddy his new brother
Danny: Mr Batman. Can you please get your son to let me go? He's been clinging like a koala for hours. And he's not heavy or anything. But he keeps telling me things in pretty sure I'm NOT MEANT TO KNOW!
Batman: ... Both of you in the batmobile. Now.
Danny: What! Why me too! I'm a victim here!
Tim: New brother is nice! He hasn't tried to kill me even once!
Danny:... I'm no longer sure I want to let him go home....
Danny a few hours later somewhere in a corner after managing to escape tim for 2 minutes: jazz, please come get me. Please jazz I think I was kidnapped by batman....don't laugh I need help....JA-Zz
Damian was quite pleased with himself. Not only had he gotten himself a new furry companion, but he had done something even his father, THE BATMAN wasn't able to do.
(The entire justice league were bafoons, trying to stop the poor frightened animal by attacking him. And Damian being the professional he is simply approached the animal slowly and carefully.)
But what, foolishly what damian hadn't accounted for was that the dog could make portals. So it was a surprise as he was simply petting the animal it had snag his coat and pulled him back! The last thing him seeing was the surprised looks of the justice league before disappearing into a long gree tunnel.
It's the only way he could describe how he felt. He was walking, talking and breathing. But it wasn't him, yet it was? It was all so complicated and confusing.
He was supposed to be walking, talking and breathing with his his family, his mom and dad, his sisters dani and Jazz. He was supposed to be walking, talking and breathing with his friends, Tucker and Sam.
But he wasn't he was sitting at the end of an extravagant table where he had been all of his life.
Danny was walking, talking and breathing in someone else's body. He felt like a spectator of his own life life he was in a fever dream. But it wasn't his life. Yes he was controlling how he moved and how he spoke, he wasn't possessed after all, yet it felt as if he were.
He was walking down halls he's been in for years, knowing the layout like the back of his hand, yet it all looked so new.
He was talking to people, his siblings and parents who he'd been through hell and back with and knew what made them tick, but he struggled to recognize them as they waved hello.
He was breathing in air that reeked of death , air that tasted like the electricity of the portal air that was so polluted you hardly ever saw the moon at night yet he'd been breathing it in all his life and yet never before.
Aka
Danny wasnt able to save his planet from the asteroid, and in that fiasco he gets thrown into an alternate version of himself that grew up in Gotham with the wayne family (can be twin au or whatever) and now he's stuck there pretending like his danny as he has old Danny's memories.
In this AU the justice league and Danny have a sort of 'truce' where danny is part of the justice league but he's a heavy hitter so he only really comes out when it's a dire situation. (He was hit with the full jack fenton growth spirt in this)
Danny is also ruling the entire infinite realms as his main occupation, and is studying as a (whatever) major.
So combined with the recent attack on earth which he was called to, his finals and the new influx of ghosts and their paperwork Danny has been running off of a few hours of sleep and a weird concoction of caffeine and redbull. This admittedly was not good for his health and it was seriously starting to worry his significant other, a ferocious goth, Sam.
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Sam has had enough of Danny's nonsense he had not come to bed for the last 4 days and has been working himself to death no pun intented. So she packed up her things and made her way to the place she knew Danny would be.
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Danny knew this was coming, it had not happened in years bit Danny knew Sam never left home without it. He was just hoping that she would have atleast waited till he was done with he's meeting! What would Martian manhunt think of him after seeing his pregnant wife tranquilize him? Oh and how the hell was she able to carry his 6'3 figure while pregnant?!
Danny has a knife that if u slash the air it opens a portal to the ghost zone.
But in his exhausted state, he slashes the knife in the air while babbling on about how he wishes there were easier ways to deal with his rouges. Accidentally causing his magical knife to slashes open a portal to a different dimension.
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The justice league were at a loss... there was a small floating kid who fell through a portal on their main table, who was currently screaming something about furries?
