Moonlite Drabbles

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[moonlite-drabbles]

Hi, I’m Moonlite! I’m your typical broke college student that writes fanfic sporadically. She/her and cis.

My asks are always open! All my writing is either here on Tumblr or on AO3 (Moonlite_drabbles) and my art is on Bluesky (moonlitepriv). If you’d like to personally commission a fic please reach out!

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[jellyfish-confetti]

I listened to the Magnus Archives

Im very normal about this media

[prest0allay]

Mosquito aerial battle

[24hrsoda]

oh so the whole family is just like that….

[liliputsforlili]

Jason knew damian from the league BEFORE he knew he was his little brother and it is… so much worse

Okay so. listen.read.

jason todd. 17. freshly lazarus-pitted. feral. the human embodiment of “i lived bitch” with rage issues and a 72-hour insomnia streak. the league takes one look at this hot mess of trauma and goes “yes. this is exactly the energy we need in our murder boy band.”

enter: tiny baby assassin gremlin™ damian wayne. 6 years old. fluent in six languages, can kill you with a butter knife, has already named his sword and buried a man for disrespecting alfred the goat.

and someone. SOMEONE. in the league decides, “you know what would be funny? pair the murder toddler with the zombie disaster and see what happens.”

Heres how that went

ra’s: jason, your assignment is to supervise damian.

jason: you want me to babysit.

ra’s: guide.

jason: babysit.

ra’s: test.

damian (deadpan): i don’t need a babysitter. i need a better sparring partner. the last one cried.

jason: okay i like this kid.

they do missions together. which is to say, they cause crimes while technically completing the mission. jason teaches damian how to actually knock people out without breaking his own fingers. damian shows jason how to poison a blade using pomegranate juice and pure spite.

they bond over shared trauma and mutual hatred of everyone else. jason steals food for damian. damian teaches jason new ways to dismember people. it’s beautiful.

damian (6, holding a flaming knife): i’m going to defenestrate that man.

jason (17, holding a mango): hold on i’m eating.

damian: that’s MY mango.

jason: finders keepers.

[30 seconds later jason is bleeding and laughing]

but then jason leaves the league. rage. escape. redemption arc pending. damian stays.

and they don’t see each other for years.

until jason storms into the batcave like:

jason: not here to bond. just stealing med supplies. don’t talk to me or my trauma.

damian (offscreen): you dare show your face here, todd.

jason (freezes): oh my god. oh my god. i KNOW that voice. i KNOW that gremlin growl. there’s no fucking WAY

bruce (tired): jason, meet your little brother. damian.

jason (SCREAMING INTERNALLY): THAT’S MY EX-TINY MURDER ROOMMATE?!

damian (smirking): i see the pit didn’t fix your face.

tim (whispers): what is happening.

from that day forward: chaos.

damian starts following jason around like a very stabby duckling. calls him “akhi” in the most possessive tone known to man. sharpens jason’s knives without being asked. threatens the replacement on his behalf.

jason pretends to be annoyed but teaches damian how to make homemade explosives and saves him the last slice of pizza.

jason (grumbling): you’re still a brat.

damian: and you’re still emotionally unavailable.

jason (softly): shut up.

one day jason finds a drawing on his fridge.

it’s two stick figures. one has a red helmet. the other has a sword. they’re both labeled “BROTHERS – THREAT LEVEL: MAXIMUM.”

jason doesn’t talk about it. but he frames it.

bonus: group chat

dick: wait. you guys KNEW each other before this family?

jason: yeah. i babysat him once. worst two years of my life.

damian: i tried to stab him over a mango. it was glorious.

tim: that’s the most terrifying sentence i’ve ever read.

cass: ❤

bruce was like “you’re brothers now” and they were like “we BEEN brothers?? get on our level B/father”

[shortbcofkoffee]

Interviewer, catching Damian in costume: Robin! Can you explain the process of picking up Robin or passing on the mantle?

Damian, mildly annoyed at Bruce at the moment: It's quite simple. Batmam steals young children from their bed, usually nine or ten or so. Then he takes you to his lair and give you a deal.

Damian: If you can beat him in a game of your choosing, he will train you to be Robin. If you lose, you are eaten. I beat him in a classic fencing game. He's quite good with swords, but he wasn't very good with the sport itself.

Tim, standing next to him: Yeah, I beat him at a memory card game. I like totally cheated, but I'm too old for him to eat now, so ot doesn't matter.

Damian, nodding: Yes. The worst part of the job is disposing of failed Robins bones. He usually sucks them clean and leaves them all over the floor.

Tim: Yeah, its messy. But after you hit, like 15 he stops trying to eat you, so that's cool.

Damian: I have not yet reached 15. I'm still in danger. If you have more questions, ask Nightwing, as he was the first to avoid being eaten.

-

Same interviewer, at a different date: Mr. Nightwing. Is it true Batman tries to eat potential Robins?

Dick, who has no idea what she's taking about: Yeah, it's really scary. His jaw unhinges like a snake.

[stealingyourbones]

Short DPXDC Prompts #648

The League gets incredibly concerned that their main tech mechanic, Danny Fenton, has instances of his heart or breathing randomly stopping. His skin is cold as ice and his skin is deathly pale.

Danny didn’t realize that the League doesn’t look at hiring applications. If they did they would have seen that he put being a half ghost on his resume.

[space-snake]

Batman absolutely looks at hiring applicants are you kidding me. He’s the only not freaking out because he already knows. It’s on the other Leaguers if they decide that they don’t need to go over anything Batman does just because they know he’s a perfectionist. Him not saying anything is actually him teaching them a lesson that they ALL need to thoroughly do their jobs even if they think another member can pick up their slack

[quatribobo]

"Is it me, or are the others acting a little... weird.. around me?" Danny asked, looking up from the project he'd been working on.

Batman looked from him to his colleagues, noticing not for the first time the 'sublte' glances they were throwing Fenton's way. Unfortunately, their brand of subtlety stranded just below the level of a sledgehammer.

So of course, the kid had noticed.

"It's not you. They're just idiots."

Fenton huffed. "Yeah, but compared to you, everyone is."

Batman decided not to address that statement.

"So you know what's going on, then? Care to share?"

After sending a glare in Superman's direction, which the man finally noticed and prompty scurried off, Batman huffed: "They didn't read you resume."

Fenton froze.

"Ah."

"Hm."

"Oh no."

"Hm."

"And you-" Fenton cleared his throat, trying to rid himself of the high pitch his voice had taken, "and you didn't tell them?"

"Hn."

Fenton blinked, taking a moment to process the new information. He blinked again.

"Why?"

Batman huffed.

"Like most educations, I'm starting with teaching them how to read."

[ailithnight]

As for why Batman didn't invite Danny into the league despite reading the application.

Batman is Batman. He does extremely thorough background checks. So even though Danny didn't mention it, B absolutely finds out that Danny is a retired vigilante.

But B is also a dad. He sees this "kid" (anyone Dick's age or younger is a kid in Bruce's head) who half died because of parental negligence and was subsequently shoved face first into the night life lest he lose his home, his family, and his life.

Who just wanted to be an astronaut, but would never be eligible for NASA again due to a combination of physical abnormalities from his nonconsenual species change and poor grades due to rogue attacks eating his time.

A teenager who took up his mantle, not because he wanted to, but because no one else could. Then proceeded to carry it so well that, even as his enemies grew stronger; his fights became less destructive, his school work steadily improved until he graduated with honors, and not once in his entire 4 year stint was there a single casualty- human or ghost. And after those 4 long years fighting alone, Phantom managed to broker a peace between the two dimensions that were each half of him now.

Batman looks at Danny and sees a child who took up the burden and carried it to completion. Then hung up his cape to pursue the closest thing he could to the dream that was stolen from him at 14.

Batman knows Danny could be an invaluable asset to the team. Bruce can't bring himself to ask that of the boy.

That doesn't stop him from putting a note at the very bottom of his contingencies list.

Absolute Last Resort: Call Danny Fenton

[plotwholls]

Batman absolutely starts signing Danny up for shit and Danny just lets him.

Batman signed him up for piloting lessons? Okay..?

Batman wants him to be certified in field medicine? Why not

Batman wants him to spend 300hrs on the Javelins? That seems like a lot, but orders are orders

Meanwhile Batman’s skulking around trying to get Danny to a position where he can take the Javelins out for a spin whenever he wants

[leftguard66]

Possibly my favorite version of this prompt

[noir-renard]

Dick frantically scrolled through the JL database on his wrist computer, looking for a clue, even a hint of a hope that Bruce had prepared for this.

Bruce planned for everything, so surely he had planned for this: all the Justice League, incapacitated, down for the count; and the Teen Titans, not far behind them.

There must be a plan for this, but the trick was finding it.

Subroutines, contingency plans, back-up strategies—and then he found it. Last Resort: Danny Fenton.

…that couldn’t be right.

Dick was pretty sure Danny Fenton was one of the tech guys on the Watchtower, maybe? Bruce had introduced Dick to him, once. 

"This is one of our engineers, Robin. If anything happens to the station and I'm not available, ask Danny."

Danny had sort of laughed and played it off, as Dick recalled. We'd be in a sorry state indeed if Batman were unavailable, huh?

Dick couldn’t think of a better phrase than 'sorry state' to describe this situation. The tower wasn't in jeopardy so much as the whole world, based on what Dick knew about Brainiac.

He decided he didn’t have time to second guess whether Batman really meant Danny Fenton when he listed him as a last resort. If it were a typo, then the world was ending anyway and it wouldn’t matter if Dick called Danny Fenton and Danny Fenton couldn’t do anything to stop Brainiac.

But if Danny Fenton could do something…

Dick flipped through the contact list until he found the phone number.

He tapped his foot until the call connected, relieved when he heard the somewhat vaguely familiar voice of Danny answer with, "what's wrong?"

Dick hesitated, surprised that Danny seemed to know there was a problem without knowing what it was.

“Is this Danny Fenton? Um. You might want to turn on the news...”

“I’m on vacation, we don't get the news here, and this is a ‘call only in case of an emergency’, so please just tell me Robin: what’s wrong?”

Dick shook his head and refocused. He should be better at this by now, not be stalling by asking stupid questions—how many times had Bruce gone over that with him? At least a dozen—but he was nervous. He'd never thought he'd ever have to resort to the Absolute Last Resort.

"It's Brainiac. He's got the entire JL incapacitated, and the Titans aren't doing much better. You're listed as a last resort in Batman’s contingency list."

His very long contingency list, Dick was sure Danny knew.

Danny sighed and muttered something under his breath that sounded like 'I should have known'. "Where?"

"We're in LA next to the Nakatomi Plaza."

"Got it."

About ten feet away from Dick, a green portal opened, and Danny stepped through.

"Huh?" Said Dick, hearing the feedback of his voice coming through Danny’s phone.

"Do you have a back-up domino mask, Robin?" asked Danny.

Dick nodded mutely, pulling one from his utility belt. 

This Danny was nothing like the carefree, bashful engineer Dick had met before. He was focused, calm, and—

Dangerous wasn't the right word, but it wasn’t the wrong one either.

"Tell me as much as you can about the situation in as few words as possible."

That, Dick could do. Standard Batman training.

Danny took in the information quickly and efficiently. "I see. Should be simple."

"I wouldn’t underestimate Brainiac—"

Danny placed a hand on Dick’s shoulder and offered him a small smile. "Do you trust Batman?"

"Of course."

"Then trust there's a reason I'm the last resort."

With a blink of the eye, he was off, nearly as fast as the Flash, slamming into Brainiac and lifting him off the ground with one hand.

Dick winced; he’d told Danny Brainiac used nanobots to control the JL and that avoiding touch was important—

Oh, and now Danny was completely wrecking Brainiac’s shit. Huh.

"It’s assholes like you and Boston Dynamics that give all robots a bad name!" said Danny, picking the Brainiac up and slamming him into the ground. 

“I am not a robot, I am an android of level 20—”

“Intelligence, yada yada, I read your file, you’re a menace with a microphilia kink, join a subreddit like a normal person and get over yourself.”

Dick was honestly shocked speechless. He just said that? In the middle of a fight?

Danny held Brainiac to the ground with one hand, ice spreading and covering the robot within seconds. "How you like them apples, huh? Where I come from, we call that a blue screen of death."

Dick sighed. So Danny had cryogenic powers. Cool, but he'd told Danny Superman's ice breath hadn't worked, so why did he think—

"Error: anti-glacial properties not functioning." Brainiac stared down at Danny; only his eyes and mouth seemed capable of movement. “What are you? I’ve never encountered your pieces before.”

Danny grinned. “I’m from a place you’ve never probably never heard of before: Small Town America.

Now, give me one good reason why I shouldn't scream at you until you're less than dust?"

"Because it is impossible. Recalculation in progress—"

“Hey Robin,” Danny called over, completely whelmed and traught, “what are the odds that this is one of his copies and not the real deal?”

“Um,” said Dick. “Do you want a specific number, or…?”

“Ballpark it.”

“Pretty high.” 

“Cool,” said Danny with a nod. “Got anything to say for yourself?” he asked Brainiac.

"I am beyond human comprehension." 

“And yet you keep trying to put our cities in a little glass jar.”

“Even if you stop me here, I’ll be back.”

“Sure, sure, classic villain line,” Danny said absently, reaching his hand…through? Brainiac’s? Face? To pull out a chip?

So Danny had cryogenic abilities and matter phasing, that was fine. It might as well happen. If Superman could pull a new ability out of his ass every other week, so could anyone, right?

"Technus would love to study you, and I owe him a favor. Maybe he can fix you. I'm also pretty sure you destroyed Skulker’s OG planet. And the Yetis. So they might want a few words with Brainiac HQ."

“I don’t think he can hear you,” said Dick.

“His nanobots are listening. Speaking of which.” Danny closed his eyes and frowned as if concentrating, and then held up a hand and created a…green shield? Over the battlefield?

“There. That should have fried them. Most nanobots don’t like ectoplasm.”

“Huh?” said Dick.

“Exactly.”

He stuck the chip in his pocket and went about dragging every single member of the JL into the Javelin and buckling them in. “I’m gonna fly these guys back to the Watchtower. Wanna come with? You can co-pilot.”

Bruce never let Dick fly the Javelin. “I’m in.”

“Full disclosure,” he said, doing the pre-flight checks perfectly (or at least, up to Batman Standards, which were probably more than perfect), “ I don’t have a license yet.”

“I’m an adolescent wearing pixie shorts and fighting crime, you think I care?”

Danny tilted his head. “A worrying statement, but I’m on vacation and am therefore not contractually obligated to say anything about it. Let’s go, Robin.”

They did not crash (fortunately) and Danny landed the javelin with practiced ease (though everything did glow green as they came in through the port and Dick was at least 47% sure that the edge of the wing would have hit the Watchtower if it had not, miraculously, phased through the wall instead. Dick wasn’t gonna tell anyone except Barbara about it.)

It wasn’t until Danny had, somehow, floated everyone into the Med-Bay and left from the same strange green portal he came from that everyone woke up from their nanobot induced nap that Dick was finally able to relax and contemplate what he’d seen.

Last resort, indeed.

Bruce was the first to recover, because of course he was. 

He sat up, scanning his location, the people around him, the situation. Same old Bruce.

"Robin—”

“I’m here, B.”

Bruce grunted. “You called Phantom."

“Phantom?”

“Danny,” Bruce amended. “He left?”

“He told me to tell you he’s still on vacation and that you and he will be having ‘words’ about his being listed as a ‘last resort’.”

“Hn.” Bruce sat up, taking inventory of himself. “Brainiac?”

“According to Danny, he was a robot copy.”

“Where is the bod—”

“Danny took it with him into…a green portal?” Dick sighed. “He said Brainiac won’t be a problem for us anymore.”

Clark sat up then, rubbing his head. “What happened?”

“Danny saved your asse—I mean, butts.”

“Danny? The tech guy?”

“How was Danny able to save us?” asked Diana.

“It’s all in his file,” said Bruce.

“Danny has weird ice powers,” said Dick. “But I’m sure there’s more information in his file.”

Bruce just sighed.

.

.

.

Later

“Why didn’t Danny just tell us about his ice powers, though?” Clark asked in the Watchtower kitchen. “Did he think we would judge him for it?”

“My theory is that he’s Mister Freeze’s long lost kid,” said Barry.

Bruce sipped his coffee. One day the Justice League would learn to read. Not today, apparently.

Not today.

In the mean time, Danny was owed an extra week's vacation and a standard "I'm sorry I investigated your past and put you in my contingency plans without asking" apology package.

[fanfiction-artist-prototype]

The concept tho, that the JL have probably had a debriefing on Mr.Freeze and so would KNOW how long Nora has been frozen and subsequently able to tell how old Danny is - eyeballing it maybe but still- and honestly believe that's a viable option is hillarious.

Also Dick just leaving out the mention that Danny knows about planets being destroyed is *chefs kiss*, Dick really went "The technician's business is none of MY business."

[bloustorm]

Maybe they just assume that Mr. Freeze artificially created a child using his and Nora's genes because that's something the two always wanted to do

And that the loneliness got to him so he created Danny

[jade-moray]

Danny: I expected the League to act a bit weirder around me after the fight.... But not like this??? Someone congratulated me about escaping my Dad's legacy???

Batman: They think you're Mr. Freeze's son. I've added an extra two weeks of vacation time and a bonus to your account

Danny: ....I'm going back on vacation

[hdgnj]

Danny: Is it because of the ice powers? Dr Freeze doesn't even have ice powers! He uses tech? They could have at least made it make sense!

Batman: This is why you are getting the extra holiday time.

Danny: I mean, they are sort of right, my parents were mad scientists. Wait, is Freeze even OLD enough to be my dad?

Batman: No,

Danny: Ancients forbid they do any research. Do they just make you and the kids do it all.

Batman: hmm.

Danny: Fuck it, I'm gonna start using my other powers more often. Should be funny at least.

Batman: Yes.

[noir-renard]

"Can I ask you a serious question?"

Clark looked up from the coffee he was doctoring. Caffeine didn't really do anything for him—Kryptonian DNA had some downsides, after all—but he liked the taste. Even if Bruce always raised a very loud and judgemental eyebrow while he asked Clark if he’d like some coffee with his sugar and cream.

But Bruce and his judgmental eyebrows weren’t here. Dick, on the other hand, was. 

Dick was here, on the Watchtower, which wasn't normal but wasn't uncommon either— especially recently. He seemed to have something of a celebrity crush on Danny Fenton. After the whole Brainiac Debacle, Danny was Dick’s 'new favorite hero'. Understandable, really, considering Danny had saved their collective bacon and barely broken a sweat doing it.

The puns and the quipping probably didn’t hurt Danny’s image in Dick’s book, either.

So. Dick had been hanging around the Watchtower more often—mostly with Danny. It felt like it had been weeks since Clark had had an actual conversation with Dick.

Dick wasn’t talking to Danny right now, though. He was talking to Clark. Sort of.

"I don't know," said Clark, sipping his coffee, "can you ask me a serious question?"

Dick shot him a glare that was all Bruce—annoyed but fond.

"You're worse than Mrs.Higgins."

"Who is Mrs.Hig—"

"Serious question time," Dick interrupted. "Why don't you read employee resumes?"

"Resumes?"

"Personnel files and stuff. For support staff. Of the JL."

Clark stirred another spoonful of sugar into his coffee. He didn’t know what this was about, but a serious question demanded a serious answer.

"Well. I'm not part of the League's HR, I don't interview support staff, and it's not really my purview.” He sipped his coffee. It needed something. More cream, maybe. “Also, most science folks don't like non-science folk meddling in their business, I've found."

Dick didn't look impressed. He was in that stage of being a teenager, apparently.

"Meddling is like, literally your job twice over."

"I'm not sure—"

"Investigative is right in the title."

There was no one else around, and Clark wasn't as anal-retentive about his civilian identity as some he could mention, but Dick would never even hint at private information like that without good reason.

Dick was right about one thing though: Clark was a journalist. He might not be a detective, but he could put context clues together easily enough.

"Is this about Danny?"

"Not specifically," Dick lied. 

Clark sighed and sat down next to Dick. "I don't investigate people without reason. He works here, so that's all I need to know."

"B said you were all butt-hurt that Danny didn't 'share' his whole deal with you,” Dick countered. 

Clark was one hundred percent certain that was not how Bruce had phrased it. Just as certain as he was that Bruce was annoyed about something. Figuring out what Bruce meant by the things he did and didn’t say was something Clark had down to an art form. Filtering what Bruce meant by the things he did and didn’t say through Dick’s own unique way of communication, however, was a work in progress.

So, the facts: Bruce was annoyed about something involving Clark and Danny; Dick was speaking to Clark for the first time in weeks about Said Something; Said Something involved files, and Danny, and information Clark didn’t have—

Ah.

"I didn't read Danny’s files because I didn’t want to pry and it’s frankly none of my business—"

"But you did speculate." 

Dick stared out the window, watching the earth pass by beneath them. 

Rather than interrupt what felt like an important silence, Clark waited for Dick to say what he wanted to say.

"I just think,” Dick began slowly, “that rather than assume he's Mister Freeze's son—which doesn't even make sense by the way—you should do some basic fact-checking. Like, put 'Fenton' in a duck-duck-go search or something."

It was then that Clark was struck with the uncomfortable realization that he'd disappointed Dick.

"I know Danny isn't Dr.Fries' son," Clark explained. "That was Barry's theory."

"Barry's theory that you didn't discourage."

"Sometimes you have to let Barry spitball until he comes around to what he really means to say."

Clark certainly had enough experience with it, as one of the people who could physically keep up with the speed Barry sometimes talked.

Dick crossed his arms, unimpressed. “None of you need to spitball. You’re supposed to be good at communicating.”

Danny walked past them into the Watchtower kitchen then. Well, he walked through the wall, stuck his hand and head through the fridge, pulled out a snack, and left.

He'd been fiddling with the specs for something the whole time and hadn't noticed Clark and Dick sitting there. 

"That was—what was—?"

Dick stood up. "I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

He followed after Danny, a new spring in his step.

Maybe Clark should indulge the inherent nosiness of his day job, his life's calling, and being from a small town in Kansas—just a smidge—and read some personnel files.

Later, though. He couldn’t just go reading Danny’s personal information right after Dick all but told him to just because Dick told him to. He'd do it in his own time.

.

.

.

Clark still had yet to read Danny’s file when a Boom Tube opened up inside the Watchtower, Darkseid one foot through with just Danny and Clark there to stop him.

There wasn’t even time to panic. Danny just said, "Not today, Satan," and…covered the Boom Tube with some kind of green goo? From his hands?

"Fngh?" Said Clark, not even sure what he was trying to say.

Danny shrugged. "Not in the mood for Apokolips bulls—uh, bologna today."

Clark's brain and mouth caught up with each other then. 

"What did you do?"

"I put a lid on it."

"On…the Boom Tube?"

Danny shrugged again.

"It's an extra-dimensional wormhole," Clark said slowly, "You can't put a lid on it."

"You can if you don’t think too much about why it shouldn't work."

Clark opened his mouth. Closed it. Thought for a second. "Physics isn't a suggestion you can avoid by not thinking about it too much."

Danny smirked and jerked his head at the Green-Capped (lidded?) Boom Tube hovering ominously in the middle of the control room.

"Tell that to the Boom Tube."

There was really no good way to respond to something like that. Best just to move on. 

"They could still make a Boom Tube somewhere else."

"Yeah. But right now they're dealing with a ghost invasion, so I think we're good."

"What?" Said Clark, lost, yet again. "How do you know that?"

Danny looked back and forth between the Boom Tube (Green Capped) and Clark like the answer was obvious.

It was not.

"Anyway," Danny continued, "if those assho—I mean…jerks? Yeah. If those jerks know what's good for them and go home."

"And if they don't?"

"You know what they say: uh…muck around, find out."

So. Danny could, apparently, put a lid on a Boom Tube, but didn't want to curse in front of Clark. Not the thing to focus on here, but it was the least insane thing that had happened to him today.

"You can speak freely, you know. I don’t care."

"Oh, thank fuck."

Like that, the conversation was over. For Danny, anyway. He wandered off, muttering something about making a "Boom Tube Lid Gun for Next Time."

It wasn’t until later, once Clark had calmed down from the adrenaline of nearly having to fight Darkseid single-handedly and then, abruptly, not having to do that, that he was able to gather himself enough to access Danny Fenton's file and figure out what on God's green earth his deal was.

He was left with more questions than answers, but Clark decided to take Danny’s advice and not think about it too much and hope that made it make sense.

It didn't, but at least Clark knew now there was no reason not to worry when Danny only had a heartbeat half the time.

And if, a week later, Clark found a blue and red…device in his locker (it looked like a cross between a net gun and a water gun) labeled "Superman's Not Today Satan Super Soaker", well. Clark would do what his ma taught him and send Danny a thank you card and a casserole and never bring it up again.

But if Barry walked by, muttering about ice villains and why were there so many of them, and if Clark used that opportunity to tell him he'd been closer with his Captain Cold guess, but still wrong, and that Danny's situation was more like Barry's own, well. Hopefully, Barry would take the hint to do some reading.

Unfortunately—

"Danny got his powers from the Cold Force? Huh.” Barry frowned. “I didn't know there was such a thing as a Cold Force. That explains everything."

"…it does?"

"Yeah! Like why there are so many ice villains!"

Clark sighed. He’d planned to let Barry realize on his own that he should read Danny’s file, but maybe it was better just to tell him.

"Listen, Barry, I don't think that's actually—"

"Oh! Maybe that's why you have ice breath! A gift from the Cold Force! I always said that didn't make sense. Why would the sun give you ice powers?"

On second thought. Reading and investigation were important skills. Barry could figure it out on his own.

"Maybe you're right, Barry." He clapped a hand on his shoulder. "I bet there is a Cold Force, just like the Speed Force. I bet there’s a whole bunch of Forces out there."

Bruce caught his eye from across the room. His mouth was set in a particular way Clark recognized, caught between exasperation and amusement. You see what I have to put up with? He seemed to say.

As Barry rambled on about the different kinds of Forces that might be out there, Bruce stood up, melting away from the conversation he hadn’t exactly joined to begin with.

“Where are you going?” asked Barry, proving he could be observant when it suited him.

“I have some pre-emptive adjustments to make to Danny’s PTO.”

“Oh?” said Barry.

“Hm,” said Bruce.

He was probably right. Casserole and a thank you card wasn’t gonna cut it.

a lot of people asked to be tagged if this got updated but there are just. too many to go through. I'm sorry OnO

[simplestoryteller]

At this rate danny’ll probably have over a year of PTO before flash finally figures it out lol

[moonlite-drabbles]

Damian Wayne goes to medical school to become a doctor and IMMEDIATELY the rouge gallery tries to indoctrinate him into being evil.

It’s not even that they know he’s Robin, it’s just that they think it’d be hilarious if they made Brucie Wayne’s son evil.

[moonlite-drabbles]

Funnier even is if Damian exclusively uses it to mess with Batman.

He has brunch with Harley and Ivy who help him pick out classes since their PHDs (Psychology and Botany) led to them getting to know the types of teachers he’s running into. Mostly it’s just gossip.

Harley: “Oh my god I remember that teacher! She ran freshman biology, TOTALLY was makin’ heart eyes at her TA-”

Later Damian gets dropped off at the manor by a bright red convertible, the couple blaring shitty pop music they drive off, breaking every speeding law. Bruce thinks he’s hallucinating as we watches it happen. Damian strolls into the manor with a class registration list in one hand and a coffee cup in the other.

Bruce tries to go “Nuh uh you have to finish school before going to college” (last ditch attempt to stop a villain in the making). It’s a good plan!

Until Two-Face becomes Damian’s lawyer and tries to get him emancipated. Damian would never go through with it but the threat is enough to be allowed to go.

Bruce grounds Damian for sneaking out or something and suddenly fucking Oswald Cobblepot is funding his college education.

No one even knows how Damian pulled it off because it was already paid for. Somehow he got the money refunded and then had The Penguin pay. Bruce is DEVASTATED by this.

Same night Bruce tracks down Damian and he’s at the iceberg lounge having dinner with Penguin and the other rouges.

Worse yet he’s wearing an atrocious (gorgeous) outfit obviously picked out for him by Ivy and Harley. Slick back hair, leather jacket with playing cards and vines embroidered in it, sun glasses. It’s all worth it for the look on Bruce’s face.

In the end they fail and Damian doesn’t actually become a villain (except for one time he and Ivy teamed up to mess with some out of line execs dumping pollution) BUT he ends up with a killer cast of honorary aunts and uncles.

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Damian Wayne goes to medical school to become a doctor and IMMEDIATELY the rouge gallery tries to indoctrinate him into being evil.

It’s not even that they know he’s Robin, it’s just that they think it’d be hilarious if they made Brucie Wayne’s son evil.

[papayafromtv]

when Duke needs backup in a fight he uses his powers to blast bat-signal-esque signs into the sky to call for whatever sibling is best suited for the job. each sibling hates their calling sign, and even worse, they actually have to respond to it because Duke only uses them when he’s like three minutes away from dying so they literally have no choice, like if their symbol shows up they have to fucking BOLT over there regardless of the indignance or Duke will not make it

Jason: the middle finger emoji

Damian: a somehow detailed image of the Boss Baby

Dick: just the word ‘slut’ in bubble letters

Tim: the red robin restaurant logo, complete with ‘gourmet burgers and brews!’ underneath

Steph: a taco, in reference to a time when she was drunk one night and Tim got on video her chasing down a moving taco truck insistently only to face plant into the side of it when the driver finally stopped to let her buy one

Cass: her regular symbol, because shes the only one he respects completely and it drives the others insane to have one sibling un-harassed

Bruce doesn’t have one because he refuses to call for Bruce. Alfred has one, a shotgun, although it’s never been used, and it pisses Bruce off to no end.

[zeynyukine3011]

Just saw someone saying that Damian's love for animals comes from Dick??? Bro have you ever read Damian's origin??? Do you know who his family is????

His family is fricking Al Ghuls. The famous eco-terrorist family. The family who has sanctuaries for endengared animals and plants. The family who wants to save the Earth from humans. Damian's love for animals comes from the Al Ghuls.

Dick stans love to attribute Damian's everything to Dick even if it is related or not.

[currentlyjaywalking]

TFW you accidentally let it slip that you're homeless 'cause you were so excited that someone painted something for you

[the-fyre-flie]

Billy Batson being the collective child of the Justice League, including being scolded by them lmaooo especially Bruce and Clark heh au

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Billy, dying in his handheld game: god fucking damn it...

The Entire Justice League: ...!? *cue a cacophony of yelling, laughing, scolding, and at least a few members having to leave to stay composed*

Clark would immediately begin scolding Billy for using such language, pulling him to the side like a father would. Crossed arms, stern look, the blueprint for a disappointed dad. Billy shrinking under his gaze, fiddling with his hoodie, mumbling apologies while Clark just sighs cuz it's hard to stay mad at him.

Bruce wouldn't scold Billy in front of the team, but he would basically be simmering with "I failed to raise another son oh god" vibes for days. He would spend hours trying to pinpoint exactly what happened to cause Billy to start cursing, head in hands. He fully blames himself, even tho he's never cursed in front of the boy.

[wonderjanga]

Mute billy

Wizard: “Say my name!” *closes eyes and raises hands*

Billy: *stares*

Wizard: *cracks one eye open* “Billy, say my name.”

Billy: *continues staring*

Wizard: “Billy??”

Somehow, The Wizard didn’t realize that throughout his entire speech about Billy becoming the Champion, Billy hadn’t said a word and just stared.

Wizard: “Billy… if you can speak, say my name-” *gets crushed by the stone thing*

And that’s how Billy went like a solid two weeks without transforming. By the end, he was teaming with magical energy so much so that he thought if he just moved to the wrong way, he’d explode. He knew you were supposed to say something, but since he couldn’t say anything, he had to find a way around it.

Billy: *walks into an alley and finds a piece of cardboard and scribbles the word Shazam on it*

Now, he was about to go back to the cave and see if he could just thrust the cardboard at the Wizard’s corpse and pray it will work. Unfortunately, it started raining halfway there.

Billy: *ducks into a different alley for a shortcut, and holds the cardboard above his head to block the rain*

Billy heard thunder, and then he was a grown ass man.

Zeus: ‘FINALLY! Sorry, kiddo, but I just took what I could get.’

Marvel: *confusion*

Solomon: ‘Billy, because you cannot speak, please just hold the cardboard above your head, so our friend- eh… colleague Zeus can see.’

And that’s how Billy gained the ability to transform. He went around being a hero and all that, he got to meet the Fawcett heroes and befriend them still.

Minute-Man: “Yeah, so I’ll take two scoops of chocolate.” *look to Marvel* “What do you want, big man?”

Marvel: *silence*

Minute-Man: *somehow understood his silence* “Right, and he’ll take a scoop of Rocky Road.”

They all developed a wordless understanding of the Cheese.

Then the bubble popped and Billy got to interact with people outside of the Fawcett heroes and Fawcitizens who were used to him being the big silent sunshine.

Marvel: *standing menacingly behind a Gothamite*

Gothamite: *slowly turns around, thinking they’re about to be bludgeoned to death by the next Bizarro*

Marvel: *points to their dog*

Gothamite: *now thinks their dog is about to be bludgeoned to death by the next Bizarro*

Marvel: *inches closer to the doggy*

Dog: *can sense its about to get pets and just loves it*

Gothamite: *confused as to why their dog isn’t literally whimpering in fear*

Marvel: *pets the doggy*

Gothamite: *confusion*

Marvel: *finishes, waves, and leaves*

or

JL: “Tell us who you are!”

Marvel: *just stares*

Spy Smasher: “His name is Captain Marvel, or Cap.”

Supes: “He couldn’t answer himself?”

Bulletman: “He can’t talk.”

Supes: “Oh.”

Batman: “That doesn’t answer who you all are. It’s not everyday a group of heroes just pops up-”

Spy Smasher: “SHUT THE HELL UP. We came before you kiddies!”

Marvel: *pats his shoulder looking at him like he’s crazy*

That was Billy’s way of saying “dude calm the hell down. Please.” Also, because Billy is mute, his face is extremely expressive. Marvel stared him into apologizing.

Spy Smasher: “I apologize for my outburst.”

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Post-reveal Billy Batson doing normal kid things in the watchtower as himself.

Like USUALLY he’s there as Captain Marvel but everyone knows now so what’s the harm of doing homework in the cafeteria? AND the others can help him with his homework.

Green Arrow: 260 divided by 5 is just 52

Billy: yeah if I don’t do it the specific way they taught it, and show my work, I get no points :(

Green Arrow: well the way they want you to do it is fucking stupid.

Superman: ARROW

Billy: no no, he’s right

[eepylesbean]

Absolute Superman x Batman

[punkeropercyjackson]

Hey full offense but if your excuse for not including Duke as Bruce's son and in Batkids/Batboys/Robins lineups is 'he already has parents' and you 'don't want to erase them',maybe you should consider Duke's parents literally can't take care of him and that you can have multiple parental figures.......and that Bruce and Duke have literally refered to eachother as father and son in the comics and even official arts frame them that way too.Duke was bullied all the time,kicked out of multiple schools,had a hard time making friends and keeping them too,was targeted by the cops AS A MINOR(which he still is!!!!),lost his parents or rather his parents lost their sanity to The Joker and now he's expected to self-rely when older and less good people were given more grace and care than him.I think y'all should drop the respectability politics and just let the black kid have a dad💀If DC stands for 'Disregard Canon',then DC also stands for 'Duke Counts'

[moonlite-drabbles]

This is SO true. So many people just refuse to care about him and the reasons are obvious. He’s an amazing character with depth and importance. And honestly he’s more interesting than a lot of these people’s favs anyways.