The old gym in the episode The Tale of Golden Doctor's Note
The endless staircase in the episode The Prophecy of Hat Sword
Yep, the school's been wrecked and rebuilt over and over. The new structures stacked onto the old one after another. There's probably even a Basement Level 18. The damage control really outdid themselves.🤣
Doesn't that mean the foundation of the school is seriously...not safe?😅
Okay, it's Norrisville. An amazing school everyone loves going *sarcasm tone*
The underworld of this school could make an awesome spot for Room Escape. Escape from Norrisville! I'm definitely playing if there's such a game.🤣
"On Halloween night, nine students of Norrisville High sat in a circle inside a dark classroom. Each of them were asked to tell a strange story, then blow out the candle in front of them. Legend says, when the last candle blown out, the gate to another realm will open before them." (Based on a Japanese tale)
This was my original Halloween plan, but things changed, obviously. I wanna turn each of the RC9GN mysteries into kaidan/strange stories and make a creepy series, like, Nine Legends of Norrisville High. Idea sounds cool but I couldn't make it. I did write something before Norrisvilletober came out. I don't wanna waste it so I turned it into a drabble:
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Do you know how many floors Norrisville High has?
Three? Hah, it sure looks that way.
Ever since long ago when the first Norrisville High classroom was built, here has been the only high school of this legendary town. Almost every citizens spent their happiest, if not the most awkward youth time in Norrisville High, accompanied by the special local products since ancient times–Monsters, and the Ninja who fights against them.
Anytime, anywhere, a monster may pop out and start rampaging all over the place. At this moment, the centuries-old legend in black and red will step forward, defeat the monster and bring temporary peace to our life. Sounds bruce, right? That's no good news for the classroom building, though...
Either by the monsters, killer robots, or even the Ninja who fought for us, the school building can never avoid serious damage, sometimes missing one or two corners, classrooms, while being thoroughly wrecked or turned into ruins most of the time.
Hey, that means more vacation, you might think? In your dreams! Apparently, the most often destroyed school buildings cultivated the best and most experienced damage control team. No matter how devastated the building was the day before, we have to come back to school the next day, taking classes in another brand new school building.
What about the partially destroyed or intact parts of the original building, you may wonder? Some people believe they perfectly fused into the new structure of the building. Some think they were knocked down and rebuilt. However, the most convincing theory has always been, they were all buried underneath the new, stacked onto the old one after another and made a complex maze...
Therefore, a series of legends about the mysterious underground world were spread among Norrisville High students. From the Golden Doctor's notes hidden in the old gym, to the unknown being at the end of the broken pipes of the abandoned sewer system, we students are curious about them, but rarely have the courage to explore their realness.
However, I have some warnings for any freshmen hearing this:
If you somehow got into the school basement floors, whether on purpose or not, please,
CLIMB UP
STAY AWAY FROM PIPES
(Based on this headcanon. I tried, but I still feel like it's missing the unsettling thing after I wrote it down😓)
sometimes you see Takes™ that make you go "mmmhmmm okay yeah i see we both interpreted that differently based on what the show gave us, but i see how you arrived at your ideas even if they're different from mine," and then sometimes you see Takes™ that make you go "brother what show did you even fucking watch"
I need a fic where Danny’s the ghost king who moved to Gotham bcs of a bad reveal with his parents or for job opportunities or whatever and Gotham’s the only place with enough ectoplasm to sustain him.
Anyways, Joker has died and brought back to life more time than is healthy tbh and is def somewhat liminal.
Danny knows this, and he also knows that as Ghost King he can command spirits or liminal to do something and they have to do it.
So when Joker breaks out of Arkham and kidnaps Tim Drake (cuz why not) and is recording live, Danny Fenton (not Phantom) just strolls into the warehouse they’re in with a rolled up newspaper in one hand and smacks the Joker on the top of his head.
“Get back to your cell in Arkham, Jack, let the poor guy go,”
Danny refuses to call him “Joker” that’s a stupid ass name—at least Vlad was creative!
To everyone’s shock, Joker’s face just scrunches up angrily but eventually unties Tim Drake and then marches himself back to Arkham.
This happens every time he breaks out.
Joker plans to release his laughing gas?
“Jack, clean up this mess and go back to your cell,”
Kidnaps another Wayne kid?
“Leave the kids alone, Napier, go turn yourself into Gordon,”
He kidnaps Bruce Wayne?
“Will you stop the kidnapping, Jack? Go back to Arkham,”
And every damn time Danny just needs to swat him on the head with a newspaper and he does it.
Every. Single. Time.
Eventually Batman corners Danny, trying to figure out who he is and why the hell the Joker listens to him
Danny just shrugs and goes, “Have you tried hitting him over the head with a rolled up newspaper? It’s worked for me so far,”
It gets even better when Danny catches Joker escaping Arkham and makes him go to Crime Alley to apologize to the Red Hood for murdering him and even made him say “robin is magical”
Batman is confused. Gotham is amused. Joker is annoyed. Jason’s in love. The rogues are terrified.
And Danny?
Danny sends a message to Mr Lancer to thank him for the idea of hitting entities with a rolled up newspaper (I.e box ghost)
Mr Lancer has never been prouder of a student before.
once again i love how star wars takes place in a massive galaxy with thousands of planets and billions of people, and yet every bounty hunter knows each other personally
"You foolish, stupid child," Vlad hisses, pinning Danny to the wall. Danny's eyes turn green as he wraps both his fists around the one Vlad has clenched in his collar, his feet dangling in the air. Vlad leans in, his own eyes burning red.
"When, exactly, did you plan on telling me your biological father was Bruce Wayne?" he says furiously.
Danny's hands drop in surprise. "W-What?" he gasps.
Vlad drops him unceremoniously and he lands on the floor in a heap. Vlad claws at the air in frustration.
"Don't lie to me, boy." Vlad says, omitting his often used possessive "my" in front of "boy".
"How do you know that?" Danny asks warily, propping himself up. He watches Vlad push a shaking hand through his hair. The man looks down at him before dropping in an ungainly squat beside him.
"Of all the sperm donors, Bruce Wayne, Daniel? Really?" The man asks, despairingly.
"I didn't exactly choose him, Vlad."
"No, I suppose you didn't."
"Seriously," Danny says, watching the man rock back on his heels as a growing pit forms in his stomach. "How did you know about him?"
Vlad's mouth twists bitterly. "Because he now knows about you."
"What do you—"
"Vladdy! Danno! What are the two of you doing on the floor?" Jack flops down beside them, a tray of freshly prepared fudge in his hands. "We having a heart-to-heart boys? Let me in on this!"
"Jack," Vlad says. "If you truly want to have a heart-to-heart with your son, I suggest you tell him the real reason I've come over today."
Jack's face falls.
"Vlad," Maddie says from behind him. "Thank you for coming. We're grateful for all you've done, but I think we can handle it from here."
"Madeline," Vlad says, rushing to his feet. "I must insist—"
"And I must insist you see yourself out," Maddie smiles tightly. "You know where the door is, don't you?"
"Mads," Jack says gently, looking between the two.
"I can show him out," Danny says, getting up as well.
"That's alright, Danny," Maddie says. "Why don't you go get your sister? We need to have a talk...as a family."
Danny glances at Vlad.
"Now, Danny," Maddie says. Danny heads for the stairs, pit growing ever larger.
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The next time they meet it is Danny who has Vlad pinned, the gaudy chandelier above him shaking with the force of his rage.
"You should've told me," Danny growls.
"I thought your parents had you informed," Vlad says, utterly unbothered by the teen cracking what is thankfully not a load-bearing wall of his mansion. "Honestly Daniel, we could throw around allegations of deception on both sides, particularly mine as I assume you've known for quite some time now, if not the entire time, about your father hmm?"
Danny's eyes flick away in an obvious tell.
"Yes, I thought as much. But rather than whinging about being blindsided, I suggest we focus our energy on the solution."
Danny drops Vlad, barely biting back a snarl when the man lands gracefully on both feet.
"Which is?" Danny asks.
"First of all, your well-meaning but frankly moronic parents seem to believe that they can make a case for your custody without the assistance of my legal team. It is in both of our best interests to dissuade them of this."
"They don't like feeling indebted, Mom in particular."
"Well, to be crude for a moment Daniel, tough shit. Yes," Vlad says in response to Danny's widening eyes, "I said it. Bruce Wayne has the best of the best on his payroll and your parent's rinky-dink attorney from the local practice won't stand a chance against Friedman & Sons. Especially once he establishes paternity."
"He can do that?" Danny asks. "I mean I'm almost eighteen, can't I just refuse?"
"The keyword here, Daniel, is almost. As in, you are not. The judge can take your wishes into consideration, but I suspect Wayne will make a case for an unsafe living environment alongside his paternity to win his petition for full custody."
"Un-unsafe living environment?" Danny sputters. Vlad eyes the boy dryly before gesturing to all of him, currently clad in silver and black hazmat. Danny drops the transformation with a wince.
"In fact, I suspect that's the main reason the man filed in the first place," Vlad continues. "Lord knows he doesn't need anymore heirs to fight over his fortune once he passes—"
"Jesus, Vlad,"
"—so I believe he did some digging and found your home to be, well, wanting. On paper, Daniel, your parents sound eccentric at best, dangerous at worst. Pull the right strings, and hospital records just fall into laps. He probably thinks he's rescuing you." Vlad sneers. "If only he knew how quick you are to spit in the face of one offering you a comfortable and wealthy home."
"Fuck off," Danny says. "Is that what this is about? If you can't have me, no one can?"
Vlad rolls his eyes. "Come now, Daniel. Are you really intending to keep up this pretense?"
"What are you talking about?"
"We agreed a long time ago that no matter the nature of our quarrel, we would leave the Justice League out of it," Vlad says, taking a menacing step forward. "You think I, running in the circles I do, would have no knowledge of Bruce Wayne's alter-ego?" He takes another step, voice rising. "I have avoided drawing The Batman's attention for years, no matter how often our paths crossed. I stayed under his radar for decades, and now, BECAUSE OF YOU, I AM ABOUT TO BE RUINED."
With a creak and a groan, the chandelier drops, landing between them with a crash. Danny coughs from the dust as Vlad takes a heaving, calming breath.
"Then why get involved at all?" Danny asks, staring at the ground.
Vlad sighs, clapping his hands twice. Several ghosts dressed in service uniforms fly out the woodwork, gathering up bits of chandelier as others begin to mop.
"Because, little badger," Vlad says, walking away from the mess. "If we lose this, he'll have you in the palm of his hands. Which is infinitely worse."
Entering the kitchen, he pulls an open bottle of white out of the kitchen fridge and pours himself a glass, throwing a Fiji water to Danny who takes it for the peace offering it is.
"He won't."
"Won't what, Daniel? Please speak in full sentences."
"Won't have me," Danny says, letting a thin coat of frost spread over the bottle. He tips the freezing cold water into his mouth and wipes his face with his sleeve, mostly to see Vlad grimace.
"Why, because you'll run away if he wins? Until you turn eighteen? I won't have you fail to complete your education because of a cockamamie scheme, Daniel—"
"Because I have a solution, Vlad, one that doesn't involve the courts or running away."
"And what is that, exactly, Daniel?"
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"You're going to leave my family alone."
"Danny," Mr. Wayne says, blinking in surprise at the boy on his doorstep and miles away from Illinois.
"I mean it," Danny says firmly. "You're going to drop your petition and whatever smear campaign you were planning on and leave the Fentons alone."
"Danny...why don't you come inside?"
Danny takes a step back from the manor's large doors. "You want a relationship with me? Brute force isn't the answer."
Bruce takes in the teenager, lanky but almost to his eye level. His eyes are clear and sharp, his demeanor forcibly calm.
"I debated whether going through the court was the right thing to do," Bruce says slowly, matching calm with calm. "But I wanted to be above board."
"Because my adoption wasn't?" Danny says, arms crossed. "Yeah, I'm aware. Kinda hard to adopt a kid that doesn't legally exist. And I know what you're going to say, the Fentons should've reported me to the system, but they didn't do it because I begged them not to. Because I didn't want my biological parents to find me."
"Danny..."
"You can swing your dick around and get your way, exactly the way I thought you would do things," Danny says, "Or you can have a relationship with me on my terms. A relationship where I don't despise you because you took me away from the people who've loved me no matter their faults."
"You're asking me to choose your happiness over your safety." Bruce says carefully.
"That's bullshit," Danny says. "I had a lab accident when I was fourteen and went directly against my parents' instructions. They trusted me, and I made a mistake."
"It's not a matter of trust. You were a child, Danny, and you almost died." Bruce says, not bothering to feign ignorance. Footsteps echo behind him.
"Bruce?" A voice calls. "Is that..?"
"Your son did die," Danny says. "He took a flight with your credit card to Ethiopia and got blown up. I bet you trusted him too."
Bruce reels back as a hand lands on his shoulder, the other on the door.
"Whoa, whoa, uh, Danny, right? I'm Tim, I'm—"
"I know who you are," Danny says, clenching his fists. Powering through the hurt he is causing. "I didn't come here to point out what a total hypocrite you are. I just want you to back off. And if you give me your number, we can text and I'll come to Gotham for Thanksgiving or the ski chalet in Vermont or your villa in where-the-fuck-ever and you can be Uncle Bruce that I maybe even tolerate being around once in a while. Just leave my family alone."
"Bruce, what is he talking about?" Tim asks. "Back off of what?"
"Your Dad is suing my parents for full custody," Danny says when it becomes clear Bruce isn't answering.
"What?" Tim hisses, turning to Bruce. "That isn't what we talked about!"
"Danny. I..."
"Here," Danny says, thrusting an index card forward that he's scrawled his phone number and email onto. On the other side is the past participle conjugation for 'venir'. "I won't answer until you drop the custody petition. Which I expect you to do by tomorrow morning."
"Done," Tim says, stepping past Bruce and taking the card. "Give me about noon to get it all squared away with the lawyers. Do you have a hotel? A way home? I'd be happy to reimburse your flight and accommodation."
"Overstepping already."
"Fair enough," Tim says coolly, raising his hands. "Our lawyers will reach out when it's settled."
"Great. Bye." Danny says, turning to leave. He waits until he hears the manor door close behind him before pulling out his cell phone.
Ring!
Ring!
"Hello?"
"It's done."
"What's done? Again, little badger, full sentences, I beg of you."
In case anyone finds it helpful because mobility aids are horrifically expensive and inaccessible…
And for those people who have access to mobility devices but might benefit from a second chair they can abuse without risking expensive damage…
Erik Kondo has made a website, Open Source Innovations, that details plans for DIY wheelchairs. These wheelchairs can be made from common materials like wood, plastic, and pvc. They are lightweight and can be custom fit to the user allowing from the same degree of movement you would get from a custom chair. And they are durable and easily repairable. (he has been stress testing his latest design by dropping it down stairs, dropping it out of a car, launching it across a driveway, and throwing it off a deck). Its 12lbs and I think he said its was in the $200 ish range for parts.
He also is working on cheap, open source, accessible designs for beach chairs, off road chairs, motorized attachments (think smart drive), and so on. Plus he skateboards in his wheelchair. Cool dude, helpful info, pass it on.
It's incredibly sad people have to resort to this, but it's a damn good resource. Use it. Spread awareness. Maybe one day people with physical disabilities won't need DIYs like this. But until then, reblog and share.
Damian becoming the Doctor of the family, treating the Bats when they're injured, and taking care of them... But doing so in the most evil unhinged ways possible.
Damian, injecting something into Bruce's arm: I'll give you an anesthetic but you are in no condition to fight, Father. You'll be on bed rest until I clear you.
Bruce, already standing up, no fucks given: Thanks, Damian. But I really need to catch these people, they are– They–
Bruce: *Begins to stumble in place* They– y-you–
Damian:
Bruce, falling to the ground: W-what did you–?
*Evil boss music starts playing in the background*
Damian, slowly approaching: Oh, sorry, did I said I would give you anesthetic? I meant to say a paralyzing agent.
Bruce:
Damian: Don't worry, Father, Black Bat will take care of the case...
Damian, carrying Bruce back to bed:And you, as I said, will be on bed rest until I clear you.
Pediatrician damian except he treats every kid with the same amount of respect and attentiveness that he would give an adult.
Pediatrician damian who will tell parents with barely concealed distaste to shut up when they talk over their children during an appointment.
Pediatrician damian who is always watching his patients, searching for if the injury they got from "falling" is actually just that or if the injury has to do with the impatient and anxious parents nearby.
Pediatrician Damian who cares so SO much about every kid and who he learns to be comforting and gentle for because he doesn't want to cause them any more anxiety before their flu shots.
Pediatrician damian who is still a hero at heart and who has kicked ass when his hospital was briefly taken hostage by rogues. Who immediately jumped into a fight because the crying of tiny terrified children echoed in his ears and he was filled with enough righteous anger his 10 year old self would stagger.
Pediatrician damian who does everything in his power to make sure every kid who needs it gets Healthcare.
Pediatrician damian who refers to his patients as his kids.
Pediatrician damian who I'm SOBBING OVER
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