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DC/DP Prompt - Reverse Adoption via deal

Two variations on an idea I had

A) The JL has no choice but to summon the ghost king to help against ye ol' world ending threat, knowing that someone is going to have to offer themselves up as payment. Phantom shows up all eldritch and scary, beats the thing, and returns to the Watchtower, fully planning to wave away payment or accept a good meal for it. But he reappears a little too close to one of the Batkids, so Bruce jumps in to offer himself before the king can demand them for payment.

B) The heroes are unable to stop cultists from summoning the ghost king. The cult leader offers up one of the Batkids for a sacrifice (maybe they nabbed them before the ritual, maybe grabbed them during the fight). Both to protect his kids and keep the king from giving the cultists whatever they're asking for, Batman offers himself as a willing counter-offer.

Both) Willing sacrifices are hard to turn away, and for whatever reasons Danny wants out of his current living situation. So he accepts and they all expect him to take Bruce away and are absolutely willing to chase after and fight for him. Only for the scary ghost king to turn into a Bat-bait looking teenager and introduce himself. Just because he owns Bruce now doesn't mean he's taking him away. Instead? Danny's gonna be staying with Bruce. He's your problem now.

leafyeyes417

Prompt: A Fake is easier

(Idk if anyone has done this but whatever, link if they did)

Danny Fenton was declared legally dead. He wasn’t outed as Phantom to his parents. No, it was due to government clerical error. When a Daniel Fenten (no relation, he checked) died, someone replaced the e with an o.

The problem comes in that it is an absolute pain to be declared alive again. It also prevented him from going to school, since despite the GIW’s attempts to cut off Amity they wouldn’t mess with taxes.

So after a lot of hassle trying to overturn it they get fed up and make him a fake identity under Daniel Nightingale and he switches to online school (which actually goes much better for his hero schedule).

This later becomes important when Danny tries to join WE and his ID gets flagged in the background check.

dat1angel

"So does this mean I'm like... adopted?" Danny asked as he looked over the documents on the table before him.

"Oh honey, as far as we're concerned you're our flesh and blood!" His mom was quick to reassure him, "Though legally speaking... yes."

Danny frowned as he read through and reread the papers, trying to reconcile the information found there with the story he'd been told. A story about a younger version of his parents, who'd had his sister and decided they were ready for another child but were struggling.

After multiple failed attempts, they sought out a fertility specialist and learned that their years of exposure to hazardous materials had compromised their ability to have children. The fact that Jazz was born first try and without complications was a miracle. A long series of medical records and doctors notes showed all the tests they went through trying to find another way to conceive, culminating in a positive test result for Maddie's ability to carry to term. With renewed hope, they began to research IVF treatments and donors. Unfortunately, they couldn't afford both an egg and sperm donor as they hadn't yet found someone willing to invest in their patents. Not willing to give up, Maddie took to browsing online forums for advice from people who had been in her position. It was there she learned that, similar to organ donors, people who have their embryos frozen can sign a consent form allowing their stored embryos to be donated in the event of their death. This was the lead they were waiting for.

Another couple who had also been struggling to conceive had six embryos prepared and were successful on the fourth attempt, leaving two behind when they passed away. Having signed the consent form, those two embryos had been kept in stasis waiting to be donated. With a confirmation that they were compatible, the Fentons wasted no time in setting up an appointment. The first didn't take but the second did. They took every precaution during the pregnancy, this leading their decision to start wearing hazmat suits even while outside the lab, and nine months later the Fentons were welcoming their second child to the family. At this point in telling the story, Danny had been handed two matching documents; the donor profiles the clinic had given his parents all those years ago. There were no pictures, and information like surname and address had been redacted out of privacy, but they held the health screenings and physical descriptions of a couple named Thomas and Martha.

"Nothing has to change Danny," His mother stated, "We love you so much and are so proud of you, biological child or not."

"That's right Dann-o!" His father jumped in, "The only difference is that now you know."

Danny looked at his parents, then to the documents, then back to his parents before asking, "So why are you telling me this now?"

"It was never something we meant to keep from you. And now that you're sixteen, we felt it was the right time," His dad said.

"And," His mom added, "We felt that, if you wanted to have a relationship with your biological family, you should have the chance to find them." She then placed a box on the table, an AncestryDNA kit. "We never had any means of contact to let them know you were born and services like this didn't exist back then. It's okay if you don't want to, but we felt you should have the option."

Danny studied the kit before nodding to himself with determination. "No matter what some DNA kit has to say, you're my parents. You've been there for me my entire life, I'm not going to replace you with some strangers who share blood with me. But.. I would like to know them."

Secure in his decision, he proceeded to complete the DNA collection and send out the test with help from his parents. In a little over a month he would receive his results. He was nervous to find out if he had grandparents or siblings but, a little selfishly, relieved that he wouldn't have to worry about meeting his biological parents. He knows he's old enough that a court would let him choose where he ended up but he doesn't want to think about what would have happened if his bio parents were alive and decided they wanted to fight for custody. That just made him feel guilty though. He should feel sorrow for the parents he never got to meet, and he does, but if they had lived, would they ever have gone back for him? Would they eventually have decided they wanted another child or would he never have been born, forever in stasis as the world went on without him?

He shoved those thoughts away, not wanting to dwell on them. He doesn't need to worry about 'what if's, they didn't happen after all. This is how his life played out and he wouldn't trade it, his family, and his friends for anything. Now he just has the opportunity to add some new people to that group. Until then, it's back to his normal routine while anxiously awaiting his results.

Later, in a cave in New Jersey far below the surface, an alert would flash on a high tech computer.

NEW DNA MATCH - 2 CONNECTIONS

Bruce Wayne - Brother

Damian Wayne - Nephew

neoclassical-deathmetal

Danny spun so he was facing up, looking up at Kyle with those spectacularly green eyes. Kyle suddenly wished he had his sketchbook with him to try and capture the sheer determination burning in the teen's gaze.

"Think of it like... bobbing for apples," Danny said, gesturing vaguely.

"Every apple is a separate universe, and all of them are just, doing their thing in whatever bucket or barrel of water you've got them in."

"The water is the infinite realms, then?"

Danny snapped his fingers, beaming. "Exactly! So whenever the water is disturbed, the apples all feel the ripples."

"And if someone grabs an apple...?"

"Eh, the metaphor sort of breaks down here," Danny said with a shrug. "In our case, all the apples are glued together and if you grab the wrong one, the whole bucket explodes. Wel, actually, it would implode, but. You get my point."

Kyle was starting to get a headache. Of course it would be a multiverse-obliterating threat, since when had Kyle ever been able to catch a break?

His ring chirped then, alerting him to an incoming call, and Kyle gladly took the meager distraction.

lectorel

Survival Strategy:

If Amity Park has one rule for survival, it's commit to the bit. Whose bit?

Everyone's.

You go to Ember's concerts even though there's a better than even chance of being hypnotized. When Technus turns up you obligingly shriek about how terrifying unfeeling machines are. If Boxy's around, you put up a spirited but ultimately futile fight to protect your precious, valuable boxes.

You confirm it when your neighbor tells the GIW that the ghost went thataway, officer. Phantom says the weird eye-ghosts that are stalking him are delusional and he is not an authority figure of any kind, you agree that he'd be the one to know best. The Fentons are ranting about their latest weapons, you oooh and ahhh over their brilliant creation.

Your eyes glow because of special effect contacts you're testing, anyone who knows you can testify to that.

Don't run, don't break the rules, and heaven help you if a ghost decides you've disrespected their obsession. It doesn't matter how much time passes, they might not chase you, but they will remember the insult.

Ghosts are never more dangerous than when their obsession is disrupted. So smile and nod, or shriek and cower, and play the role you're cast in. You'll get out alright.

**

Gotham natives have a word for people who play along with a rogue's plan instead of getting out at the first available opportunity: morons. The closer you are to a rogue, the greater the danger, and none of them will spare you just because you decided to 'see where this was going'.

Civilians are little more than mobile props for most rogues - as long as you get out of their line of sight, they'll forget about you. Don't try to be a hero, don't draw attention to yourself. Playing by a rogue's rules is a great way to die.

clockwayswrites

@nagarajas Dany/Bruce, Magenta, “To Tooms at last to Tooms at last We climb the Upward Way. And young Rhody Mccordy goes to die on the Brridge at Tooms today”

!!CONTENT WARNING, GUN VIOLENCE, OPEN ENDED (but come on, it's Danny)

“The hostage is still with Two-Face,” the police radio hummed.

Hostage.

As if Harvey’s attention was on some anonymous stranger and not Bruce’s lover. Somewhere in Bruce’s shed tux the weight of a ring in the breast pocket sat heavy. Would Bruce even have the chance to ask the question he had been so afraid of?

“Oracle,” Bruce barked.

He was too sharp, too harsh, but he hoped they understood. They knew too.

It was Danny.

They cared.

“Danny is taking all the attention. SWAT almost has the all the other hostages out, the ones we know of. Some cars they can’t get close to check,” Oracle answered.

The bridge was mess of smashed and overturned cars. There was no way that there weren’t fatalities. They just hoped to avoid more. But with Harvey.

The coin glinted against the search lights as it flipped again. How many flips had spared Danny now? Each one a promise that Two-Face would stay focused on Danny and let another batch of people go.

Bruce was still too far to stop the flip.

One more. Danny just needed one more toss to go his way.

Harvey caught the coin, smiled, and then shot Danny in the head.

kayyeh1

Woops read this and then immediately went into a writing frenzy. thank you clock. hope you like it!

He hadn't been in the relationship for very long. It had only been one no —THREE years now? No no, maybe more like four at this point. Damn that was a lot longer than he thought it had gone on.

The point was that no, he hadn't told Bruce about his other powers yet. He’d meant to! He really did! But whenever he was around the other man he just fell into the his eyes... and that smile...

Well. It turns out time really does fly when you're having fun and all that. This was definitely the longest relationship he’d had in a while. It also didn't help that he didn't have much practice in telling others his secret.

He'd dated Sam on and off for a bit in college, and then during his years studying for his astrophysics doctorate he’d reconnected with Val and dated her for a while, and she also had also already known his secret. What could he say? He liked a competent woman who could kick his ass.

It had turned out he liked a competent man who could kick his ass too.

Vlad had somehow gotten him to agree to go to some ball with him in Gotham. Said he should "meet the people he'd be working for one day" or some BS. He knew he wasn't going to be an astronaut at that point, so he was working towards the next best thing: becoming one of people who sent the astronauts up in the first place.

Don't get him wrong! Danny would still be applying to NASA, but it wouldn't hurt to have backup plans in the statistical liklye case of being rejected. And while private ventures were one of the few other ways to get someone into orbit, he still hated nearly everyone in that room. for most of the evning he'd sulked in a corner and complained about Vlad and some other more nefarious billionaires to (unbeknownst to him at the time) one Brucie Wayne.

A man whom had found all his knowledge of other billionaires unsavory practices fascinating, and his insults hilarious. And the rest was history.

It turned out that “Brucie” Wayne was just his public persona to keep the paparazzi from looking into his private life —a move Danny respected— and that the man didn’t laugh very often for real when just existing as himself.

But that just made the times when he had Bruce snorting and giggling like a five year old all the better. He was one of the few people that could get a genuine cackle out of the philanthropic billionaire, a fact which he prided himself on.

His real smile was just that much more beautiful then the fake one he'd give to everyone who asked for an autograph, and Danny had learned to read which ones were fake and which ones weren't.

clockwayswrites

Danny 🤣

This is hilarious and amazing <3

touchofhemlocktea

Phantom stares over Amity then up at the stars, thinking about his life, the lie that it was.

Ending the ghost king had changed some things for the better. The lower level ghosts were too scared of him to harass amity anymore.

But the damage to his schooling was already too far gone to recover. Between the years of bullying and the year of hell that was his first year as a ghost, he would graduate with very few prospects.

Vlad was ended when he released Pariah. He was officially considered missing, and his personal assets were frozen until he his status was resolved. His company had been forcibly split by investors, and was apparently under investigation.

But...

Pariah's attack had accelerated anti ghost sentiments and completely turned the town against them. The GIW got official government support. His parents were even more manic as Jasmine got into a university far away from Amity. Sam and Tucker had been taken from Amity after their respective possessions.

He flips the coin, his last gift from Clockwork after the truth was revealed.

Danny Fenton didn't really exist in this world. He was a stolen embryo to create the perfect weapon against Pariah. Placed in the perfect world to prepare him for the challenge. Stolen from a soul that was breaking from grief. Grown from the dna of a dead boy.

All he had to do was snap the coin and he'd get to meet his mother, who'd apparently managed to pull themselves together after their mad science breakdown.

He was struggling to find a reason to stay.

He plays with the coin, bag phased into his body, and grabs each half.

Snap.

alpaca-clouds

Why Cities Need More Trees

So, the question got asked under the heat advice post a couple of times, making me realize this is not common knowledge, apparently. Because a bunch of people have asked "why do we need tree shade, sun gets through the leaves still!" And given I am Solarpunk posting either way, let me quickly go over this - because hey, this is actually a topic I have taken part on some research on. So yeah, I do know some about this.

So: when it is hot and sunny, obviously you want to see shadow. But generally you will often find that the shadow of trees feels nicer than the shadow of buildings. And this is because of the "urban heat island" effect, and because of the evaporation of trees.

To make it somewhat simple: when it is hot and sunny, it tends to be a good bit hotter in big cities than outside of the cities. This is because a lot of modern architecture is kinda concentrating the heat.

You might have noticed that concrete is fucking hot when it the summer sun is out. It basically absorbs heat energy and kinda holds onto it rather well. Concrete is used a lot in modern architecture not just in the streets. And obviously the very glass heavy fronts of modern buildings at times also focus the sunlight, and generally do just not help to allow the heat in the cities to evaporate. Which creates the effect of "Urban Heat Islands". Cities just heat up, and with the dense city centers often also not allowing for wind to properly move through them heat at times can collect there for days with little ways to get out.

Now, old stone buildings are already better. They heat up slower than concrete - though they, too, will heat up eventually and then at times hold onto the heat for a while.

Wood buildings do the entire heating up less, which makes them often nicer in summer, but obviously a bit of headache to keep warm in winter.

Now, here comes the part with the green cities.

And I have realized... some people really think that Solarpunk has all those green buildings, green streets and what not for aesthetic reasons, or maybe because of the insects.

Uhm... yeah, that is wrong. Solarpunk has those green cities, because green cities are better thermoregulated, and urban planners are already pushing for cities to become more green.

See: plants are full of water. And water evaporates in the heat. And whenever water evaporates, it takes some of that heat out of the environment to do that. So: if you are around plants in the heat, it is nicer and cooler. You will notice that if you seek shade underneath a tree, that shade often is indeed cooler than the shade of a building. This is why.

Additionally, if you have a lot of green in a city, you often also have some open ground - rather than ground that has been sealed. And natural ground also is better at regulating heat than concrete or even cobblestone. Because, again: there is some water in there. And that can evaporate.

Generally: if it is hot and sunny and you walk on concrete, or similar ground you are gonna burn your feet. If sun has been out for a long summer day, same will likely happen on cobblestone. If you meanwhile just walk on earth, you likely will be fine. On grass you definitely will NOT burn your feet.

So, yeah: green cities are amazing. Not just for the vibes, but also because they help the city cool down. And generally: even in a grassy field without shadow you will be cooler than in a concrete parking lot without shadow.

Plants help you cool down. Support plants.

Also, not really fitting with the rest of this post, but I wanted to share it still. It seems that a lot of the people who did not have the knowledge about this assumed that tree shade is worse than building shade due to sunlight still coming through the tree leaves, which I assume also is related to people partially worrying about UV. So let me quickly remind you: you are absolutely still in danger for sunburn even if you are in shade. Any shade. Because a bunch of UV light is still getting reflected all around you. (After all, if you are in shadow you are not in total darkness suddenly.) So please use sunscreen even if you stick to the shadow!

inertiaafk

jason miao miao

(click for better quality)

dykethang

big if true tbh

paradoxgavel

looking it up, apparently this was an artist who made signs like this to parody the actual city council's signage, just told apart by his logo in the corner, "christchurch city confusion", and they had locals rly confused for a bit. my favorite is this one!

aquilacalvitium

@ominous-signs

ciricearts

he looks adorable theree

alien-slushie

Danny, over the PA: Ding-Dong! I hope everyone had a wonderful Holiday break! And allow me to congratulate our faculty for surviving the Christmas Rager last week! And for any of the students who were on campus during the Rager; the school is legally obligated to apologize for anything you might have seen, endured, or generally was just a little b*tch about.

Star: Kwan, its been a few days, you should probably clean that off.

Kwan, staring dead eyed covered in blood: I will never be clean again.

Danny: General housekeeping; for the masked student who attempted to join the Faculty Mud Wrestling competition, please report to the office at once.

Dash: *slowly tries to sneak out the windows*

Danny: Don't pretend it wasn't you Dash! I recognize those nipples for reasons out of my control. Next! For the individual who spiked the eggnog bowl with Ayahuasca and filmed the aftermath, I want that footage on my desk yesterday!

Valerie: *starts shuffling towards the janitors closet*

Danny: Don't think you can hide it from me Valerie Gray! Fenton is always watching!

Valerie: *stomps her foot in annoyance*

Danny: And while I'm at it, to the person who left a garbage bag full of photoshopped pictures of us as a family on my desk this morning-

Vlad: *smuggly sitting at his office desk*

Danny: -I know who you are, I appreciate the restraint, and you still suck!

Vlad: *pouts*

Danny: Lastly, Wes Weston! It has come to my attention that you might have walked in on me, Johnny 13, and Kitty behind the Nasty Burger! I have called in a specialist, please see her at your earliest convenience. And yes, Wes, that was his real shadow. Thank you and good day!

Sam, reaching out to touch his shoulder: Wes are you-

Wes, jumping away: Don't touch me! Noone is safe!

batbetbitbotbut

Resiliency, as it applies to the wool fiber, means in practical terms that the material does not wrinkle readily; actually, it means that it won't stay wrinkled long. Simply hang a piece of wrinkled, rumpled, folded or creased woolen fabric over a support for a time and all but the most stubborn of wrinkles will vanish.

That points up the difference between elasticity and resilience, by the way. Elasticity refers to immediate recovery from deformation. Resilience (also a recovery from deformation) requires time. In textile use, elasticity generally means recovery from tensile leads, or stretching a yarn. Resilience usually means recovery from compression loads, or what happens when you stuff your sweater into a lunchbox. Flax notoriously lacks resilience. Linen fabrics wrinkle really, and the wrinkles stay until you approach them with something hot and heavy, like an iron.

Silk is neither as elastic nor as resilient as wool. However, no other natural fiber matches silk's combination of tensile strength, elasticity, and resilience. Silk is so extensible that this quality can be troublesome, because silk will stretch more than it will recover, and it stretches without great strain.

(Footnote) We seem to be edging into the realm of Fiber Science. What we are talking about now is called recovery. A yarn or fiber is stretched some nominal amount, say 3 percent of its length; it is then allowed to relax, and the length again is measured. With 100-percent recovery, the length is exactly the same as before stretching. At 3 percent elongation, silk has a recovery figure of about 90 percent, wool about 97 percent, cotton about 70 percent, and flax is down about 60 percent. But before you think that these figures are terribly significant, consider the forces involved. The load required to elongate a linen yarn 3 percent is about 1½ times greater than an equivalent silk yarn can survive. In fact, that load will stretch the silk yarn about 25 percent and then break it. The same load is about five times greater than the load required to break wool, after stretching it 40 percent. The same load will stretch cotton about 6 percent, and just barely break it. The bottom line? Cotton and flax don't stretch.

Extract with footnote from The Alden Amos Big Book of Handspinning page 122.

chaoticbatfam

headcanon that, in school, Duke is a very oldest-child student—respectful, helpful, keeps his peers organized, etc—so teachers are SHOCKED when his older siblings show up and they see him acting like the youngest sibling he truly is at heart

Art teacher: *to other teacher* oh, Duke? He’s a good kid, yeah, always helping me put away the supplies after cla—

Halfway across the parking lot:

Jason: *pulls into lot with Dragula blasting from his motorcycle at full volume* EY, DUKE

Duke: *high-fives him, jumps on the still-moving motorcycle with no helmet* yo, I didn’t know you were picking me up!

Jason: hold up. *tosses helmet at him* B would have my head.

Bats: *drive away, Dragula still blasting at full volume*

Art teacher:

*at parent-teacher conference*

Math teacher: Duke’s grades are very stable, he’s an overall delight to have in the class. One of the most mathematically-minded students I’ve come across, for su—

Dick: *scandalized gasp* wait, he’s GOOD at math??? That little fucker’s been lying to get out of grocery duty, then!

Math teacher: *clutches pearls* pardon your fucking French, young man—

leafyeyes417

Prompt: It worked?!

Danny is in Gotham for college, and during finals month the Joker goes on a spree. After the Joker breaks out of Arkham for the THIRD time Danny in a fit of sleep deprived pique does a bit of research, breaks into Arkham, and swaps prisoner transfers so that the Joker is taken to a prison out of state.

It’s only after finals are over, and he has slept for two days, that he calls Tucker to check on his half brained plan, to find out it worked? Somehow it worked. The Joker is now at a different prison where he has no corrupted guards etc to help him breakout and is now stuck there.

The bats only find this out when their paranoia of “why hasn’t the Joker broken out yet?” kicks in.

papayafromtv

conversations overheard through the batkid com lines pt 78 (masterpost here)

*gunshot*

Jason: yeeeeee~ boi! dude, these guys suck.

Bruce: Hood, *grunt, harsh impact* just focus, please.

Jason: wa-wah wah, you’re always so against mid-fight chatter. we’re winning, aren’t we? anyway, what were we talking about?

Tim: *yelp* sHIT- man i hate when the bad guys get creative with weapons. fuck you for bringing hairspray and a lighter, you asshole.

Damian: i believe we were talking about whether Robin was ‘worth it’.

Jason: oh yeah. what’s your verdict?

Damian: well for me? yes. if i wasn’t Robin, then i wouldn’t have been present and capable of supplying this man with a lighter so he could throw fire at Red Robin.

Tim: ROBIN-

Bruce, sternly: Robin.

Jason, over more gunshots: *laughing* ok what about you, Replacement? was Robin what you wanted it to be?

*crashing, groans of pain*

Tim, panting: eh-? oh, no, not even close. i thought i’d get to rescue so many more bullies than i did.

Damian: …what?

Jason: yeah, elaborate.

Bruce: i need somebody on my six, Robin get over here. Hood, can you and Red Robin get to the hostages?

Jason: yeah yeah- sh, hold on. whaddaya mean save more bullies?

Tim: well… *gunshot* jesus- *punching sound* you know, it’s like that common trope in teen superhero movies? the bullied kid gets powers, becomes a hero, and then in-mask rescues their high school bully from a villain to show that they are stronger both physically and morally. i wanted that moment, but i never fucking got it, and it really pissed me off.

Damian, slightly strained: you are a very strange boy, you know that?

Tim: shut up, you literally grew up in a cult.

Jason, amused: *snickering* are you- so are you saying you got bullied in high school?

Tim, bland: yeah. lotta people thought i was a peeping tom because of the camera hyperfixation, so ‘peeping Tim’ was a common nickname back then.

Jason: *cackle*

Damian, absently: ‘thought you were a peeping tom?

Jason: *cackling harder*

Tim: *outraged* NO?!?

Bruce, hissing: no names in the mask—we are in the middle of a mission!

Jason, still laughing: calm down, me and peeping Tim over here are alone, we haven’t made it to the hostages yet.

Tim: SHUT UP. I WAS NEVER A PEEPING TOM, OH MY GOD, I JUST LIKED TAKING PHOTOS OF VIGILANTES DOING COOL FLIPS IN THE AIR-!

Damian: i have seen photos of Hood shirtless during his Robin days.

Tim: *sputtering*

Jason: *laughing even harder*

Tim: how is it my fault that this idiot got his top splashed with acid mid-photo?!!?!

Jason: i take it- i take it back, i’m no longer surprised you got bullied, this is awesome.

Tim, whining: shut up!

Damian: honestly Red, a single nickname does not seem that bad. i have witnessed much worse. i have done much worse.

Tim: oh no, i got beaten up a bunch too.

Jason: tracks.

Bruce: Robin, what do you mean you’ve done much worse?

Damian, completely serious: it’s Gotham public school, Father. it’s kill or be killed.

*a beat*

Bruce: …you don’t go to public school.

Damian: …i don’t? it’s a school built in a public area, isn’t it?

*another beat*

Bruce: ok, you don’t know what a public school is.

Jason: Red i hope you know i’m literally never letting the peeping Tim thing go, like ever.

Tim: honestly? not the worst name i got called. i skipped a couple grades and made the mistake of carrying a briefcase once.

Jason: …so?

Tim: i got called Young Sheldon so much that the school counseller thought i’d transitioned and Tim was my deadname.

*another beat*

Jason: *abrupt breathless cackles* OH MY- OH MY GOD THAT’S SO GOOD- *choking wheeze*

Tim, dry: yeah thought you might like that.

Jason, still losing it: WHERE’S MY- FUCK I NEED TO TEXT DICK- *more wheezing*

Tim: i hate having older brothers.

Damian: you did literally give him this yourself,

Tim, whining: -i know! i forget how much of an asshole they both can be.

Damian: so you never got to save any bully from a rogue?

Tim, forlorn: no. one of my old bullies ended up working for Scarecrow, though?

Damian: *interested hum*

Tim: yeah, but apparently he got drunk and sucked on a pipe of fear gas thinkin’ it was helium. had a panic attack and broke his legs jumping into Gotham harbour.

Bruce: i would like to circle back to Robin claiming to be a bully.

Damian: i only beat up those who deserve it!

Bruce: son, you shouldn’t be beating up anybody. you don’t have the right to decide who deserves to be physically assaulted, you should know this.

*a long stretch of silence*

Damian, blandly: uh-huh. your knuckles are bruised. *pointedly* did i do a good job watching your six?

Jason: *quietly snickering again*

Bruce: …that’s… dif-

Damian: no you took too long. you lose.

Tim: he’s right, that is how that works.

Bruce: … *sigh*

Jason: yo, shelly, i found the hostages,

Tim: Jason i swear to god-

leafyeyes417

Hope or Denial

(TW: Gore, Blood, not sure if there are other triggers so someone tell me and I’ll edit it)

Danny had always had a deep kernel of belief that his parents would accept him as Phantom. However that kernel was quite deep and covered by anxiety and paranoia. After all, they even sometimes worked with ghosts when the time came for it! He had even tried to tell them more than once, though his nervousness and the constant interruptions meant he hadn’t managed that yet.

So when his parents declared they were going to Gotham because of ghost rumors, Danny was dragged along and disgruntled because Gotham, while have higher ecto levels, was no where near enough to hide his ecto-signature when in ghost form.

Of course, nothing could have prepared him for what would happen 3 days into their stay. A fuzzy thought tickled the back of his mind as he stared in shock. ‘Did I really believe that they would change? Or was I just in denial?’

miss-night

I actively need more omg

hdgnj

Jason: Fuck. The kid saw this?!?!

Bruce: Take him to Dr Leslie for now. He's clearly in shock.

Tim: This is not the work of any of our usual suspects. I hope he can give us names. And I really hope we get them before they attack someone else!

Jason: C'mon kid. That's it, up you go. Let's get you out of here and somewhere safe.

Danny gets up with help from Jason and is herded to the clinic. Still out of it, self soothing, probably rocking slightly, hugging himself. Mumbling under his breath, glassy unseeing eyes. One of them will send a text to get another bat to get him a spare set of clothes, he is covered in blood, clearly fell and freaked out.

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You just know Danny is stuck in his own head, imagining it's him they'd done that to, him on that table, his core cracked and faded.

Might not even realize it was the Joker; if he even knows who the Joker is at that.

Also, it's pretty well implied that the Fenton's moved to Gotham. That this is their new house, new basement lab.

Huh, d'ya reckon Danny was home while they were doing that? They sent him to clean up, obviously they aren't worried about him being upset or traumatized by it; so I doubt they'd worry about making sure he was out of the house while they experimented. Good enough sound insulation, they could be ripping a man apart with Danny 10 feet overhead none the wiser. Betcha that fucks him up all the harder. The realization this was happening right under his nose. That he maybe could have should have stopped them.

Anyway unless they're straight up squatting for some reason, it shouldn't be too hard for the Bats to figure out who did this. The bigger trick is gonna be catching them before they can hurt someone else. Which will be especially difficult if the Bats are also liminal enough to ping their radars.

Now Jason. One might assume Jason would be happy about this. Jason might assume Jason would be happy about this. But I think in the face of his reality, even with his ardent belief that some people should be killed for the greater good; would recoil at the thought of even the Joker dying like this.

Especially with a kid having had to see, if not the act itself (Cause the bats wouldn't know yet how much Danny had seen. For all they know, he'd had to watch it live.), at least the aftermath.

Jason thinks this should be good. It should be relief. But instead it's just sickening.

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