anon in my inbox said fanfic writers who wrote about dark and taboo topics were not “real writers” because of what they wrote about.
reblog if you believe anon is wrong and writers are writers, no matter what they write about. no matter how they portray these taboo topics.
reblog if you believe art can be about topics that are controversial, taboo or outright disturbing, and artists who create controversial, taboo or outright disturbing art are as valid as artists who create art of conservative values.
(Anywayy Research Defended! still need to make revisions tho, but ehhh, so I'm kinda back on making rare pairs for the fandom)
A family of four just moved into Gotham for a reason of looking for "ghosts" to study. Now Joseph wasn't one to judge as the number one unofficial rule of surviving Gotham is to mind your damn business....
How can he not spy a little when they're literally living next door? Don't even get him started with their behaviour that just makes him want to uncover both their truths and lies.
Jack Fenton, almost 7 feet tall paired with a wide torso that scream he can fold you like fresh laundry, but loves to hand out extra fudge and to ruffle Joseph's hair when they crossed paths.
Madeline Fenton, a slender woman with a ninth-degree black belt, who is clearly the brains in her relationship in terms of common sense. Despite her terrifying and violent skills she is truly a good mother to her children.
Jasmine Fenton, an older teen with a habit of psychoanalyze anyone in her sight. With a clear view of her specimen also assessing their physical symptoms then proceeded to not used it to her advantages.
But Josephhhh, that's a total of three people. Didn't you mention that it was a family of four?
'I'm getting there!' Joseph shouts in his mind directly to himself? The voice? Or it's
Joseph out of nowhere gets a headache that puts himself into a dazed state. He shooks his head as he
Anyway, they have a son that is around his age named Daniel Fenton. Frankly, he seems like a loser and a loner. Sure he sometimes tinker with gadgets here and there. That Joseph never knew what Daniel does with it.
He is mysterious like an unnamed tombstone
He is an anomaly against a predictable outcome in the end
He is unique like a one in a million, nothing like the others
-
Joseph can't remember how it happened, yet here he sat inside Danny's bedroom where not even, not even, not even, not even, not even, not, not, not......
Anyway, blue as the sky eyes meets his line of sight that belongs to a teen with a look of concern? Toward him?
"Are you alright, Joseph?" Danny said not Daniel not anymore at least, since when did that happpppppp
Joseph rubs his eyes as the light were suddenly too bright for him to haddle "What do you mean?" He said as his eyes eventually adjust to the lights.
"I-" As Danny was about to continue saying. He then stops when they meet their eyes and Danny seems to noticed about Joseph that Joseph, himself can't identify. In the end Danny said a simple "Nevermind"
Joseph just shrugged it off as he ask Danny that they have been doing recently "Can you tell me more about your Ghost Stories?" Now Joseph was old enough to know that Supernatural wasn't real.
He was desperate to change the subject and Danny has that look in his face when talking about his hometown. Danny was clearly homesick if it wasn't obvious enough.
Stories range from a ghost kid playing make believe to hunters hunting unique and rare. Call him crazy but Joseph felt like there's something more about those stories. It's just something in his guts that tells
-
Joseph notice their relationship towards Danny. They have grown closer. It was showed in small ways like, how they keep on brushing their hands together when they walk a bit to close in their personal space.
Where their hands lingering on the other's body longer then it should.
Eye contacts that felt like the whole world stops spinning for them.
Hugs that felt tighter then before.
Their voices soften when talking to each other.
Since, since since since since
They sat on the rooftop with their legs dangling from the edge as they watch the Gothamites
"Can I tell you something?" Danny muttered with his head already on Joseph's shoulder "Promise you won't laugh"
"I-" Danny stuttered a bit looking oddly nervous then finally finishing his sentence "I hate clowns"
Joseph let out boisterous of a laugh out of pity for himself. He should be dejected for bringing his hopes up. Except it feels natural to just laugh his pain off.
"Joseph!" Danny throws a mean punch on Joe's shoulder "Knock it off!!"
Joe can't he just keep on laughing laughing laughinglaughinglaughing
"Fine, laugh it all up"
Then Danny said something that Joseph didn't expect at all.
"Can I call you Joe?"
-
The unthinkable happened, Danny's family was moving back to their hometown.
Can't be, Can't be, Can't be
Nononononono
The voices are getting louder
Does not matter at all
Joe is searching for every post about Danny's hometown, Amity Park. He was sure that's the name. Yet there's no known records for it.
Danny can't make that big of a lie, heck Danny is the worse liar Joe gots to meet. That doesn't explain a disappearance of a whole town. If there was one in the first place
If Joe can't possibly find it in official websites then maybe he can find it through undead means.
Joe remembers Danny telling him how ghost in the Infinity Realm are formed by having a tragic death.
Who's stopping him from going out there and be the red hood one, the freak, the trickster, the comedian, the Joker.
That would put a big target on his back. Which equals to a guarantee possibility of getting his tragic death.
Cause Joe only wants one thing and one thing and that is to go back to Danny.
DpxDc: multidimensional party (inspired by a Tom Cardy song)
Tim wasn't the type of person to party. Like ever.
So when one night in the manor's garden a Lazarus green doorway opened up with a voice coming from inside, before he was just forced into the "interplanetary ballroom" with a bunch of weird, sometimes comprehensible or incomprehensible beings.
And what the hell was the "Transcendental Cha Cha Cha?"
[----]
Or instead of Danny becoming the ghost king after he turned 18 or whatever age or when his dimension died. He became the ghost zone's and beyond DJ, and his new name was DJ Phenomena. And the zone or infinite realms itself REALLY like it and decided to just give him full control and take a nap however long.
And it was GREAT being the DJ
His once human form as a ghost was replaced with a green space-lile entitiy with multiple floating hands, stars making rings around his waist like a belt. Wearing a black and white suit with a beyond neon green bowtie
So when the first human(there were quite a few of 3d perceiving entities) came through! He had to make it the best time this human ever had!
Awee... He looked a bit scared! But everyone is scared at first!
[----]
[after the manor]
"hit the Dancefloor, chachacha" Tim sung softly as he made some tea.
"What's got you in this mood replacement?" Jason asked, leaning on the counter, noticing how he wore more brigher clothes, even for a born gothamite.
"Ah, just a song stuck in my head." he waved off...
Jason shrugged it off while everyone else(or idk this is a prompt) had suspicions...
Whoever you choose witness Tim getting ready for what it looked like a rave for what he was wearing, sneaking out of the window and going through a Lazarus green doorway, very giddy aswell..
Dick drags him, Jason, and Damian to a disco, because apparently they "need to lighten up!".
Dick and Jason have some drinks and up on the dance floor.
Dick tried to drag him into a dance, but gave up after Tim kept yawning as Dick tried to spin him around.
He is extremely bored. Sure, there's music, and dancing, and strobe lights, and an actual disco ball- but there's no Transcendal Cha Cha Cha, no trakulabs- nothing interesting.
It's a completely mortal affair, and he's bored out of his mind.
"DJ Phenomena would never let this stand," he grumbles, and gets a glance from Damian, but he waves it off.
After he almost nods off, he goes to the bar and asks if they have any coffee.
They don't. It's a tragedy.
Tim sulks back to the corner of the room where they'd settled down and brings out his phone.
At first he tries to get some work done, but can't focus. He just keeps re-reading the first paragraph of the email over and over and never absorbing the words.
Tim abandons work and switches to his casual email. He mindlessly deletes spam emails, only to stop as he finds a curious one.
Hey there! This is DJ Phenomena reminding you that the gateway to get to the next party will open at 3:27 A.M. and last until 3:33 A.M., on Monday night / early Tuesday morning!
The portal has, due to your request, been moved to the cave beneath Drake Manor.
Hope to see you there, friend / ally/ acquaintance / enemy!
Thank you for the reminder of the Party. I can't wait; my brother dragged me to a normal disco and it just doesn't measure up.
He said he was trying to get me to lighten up, but this "disco" is just so dull compared to the Parties you throw. I've almost fallen asleep!
Bored (almost) to death (though that would be more lively than this!),
Tim the Hobbyist}
He sends it, thinking nothing of it. He hadn't thought that the famous DJ would actually respond- he had thought that he was on a mailing list!- and finds himself gobsmacked at the reply.
Oof! Sorry about that man, some of my human friends took me to a bar to try to find me a date but all I could focus on was how terrible it all was.
Well, except for the drinks, but I might feel like that about the drinks if I ever decide to take up mixology! But picking up hobbies is your thing, not mine!
Care for me to come in and shake up the place? ;3
Ready and willing,
Dj Phenomena}
He stares, at first.
The DJ Phenomena- the famed, always in high demand, DJ Phenomena- was offering to come to this podunk, mortal, Gotham nightclub and be DJ?
Just because he'd complained?
It took a few seconds to compute, but when it did he shot back an email saying maybe and to hold up.
He jogged around the dance floor and over to the DJ.
"Hey, man, do you mind if I have someone I know DJ? I'd pay you double what you'd make while he's acting as DJ if you let me."
The man made talking motions with his mouth, but no sound came out.
"Uh- yeah, no, I don't mind, man, it's cool. I normally make 42 dollars an hour."
"Great! Just give me a second…" He takes out his wallet and hands the guy a hundred dollar bill.
"Keep the change- I've got to go call him and tell my brothers not to freak out. You've probably got one last song before he gets here."
He hardly registers that the man nods as he walks away, already texting DJ Phenomena the all-clear and the address as he heads towards his brothers.
"Hey- Dick? Jason? I've called in another, superior DJ. Just don't freak out when he shows up, he doesn't exactly look human."
Isn't human, in fact, but there's no reason to tell them that.
He walks away, back towards Damian in the corner, ignoring the questions lobbed at his retreating back.
He sits down beside Damian, informs him, checks his phone and sees DJ Phenomena's return email. It's just six thumbs-up emojis.
He smiles, and it only grows bigger as a portal rips on stage and DJ Phenomena comes out, holding his ghostly DJ set-up, and hears the pandemonium.
"Helloooooooo there, Gothamites! It's me, DJ Phenomena, and I've got some real hits for you tonight, including the Transcendal Cha Cha Cha!"
The pandemonium dies down as he takes a minute to set up.
As he stretches, preparing, Tim gets up and heads to the dance floor.
Once the music starts, he gets moving, and people flood to the dance floor to join.
It's not every day you get to do the Transcendal Cha Cha Cha, after all!
We've all heard of the classic playboy/girl ×nerd where the playboy eventually falls in love with the nerd and they live happily ever after, the end.
But how about
The Nerd dates the playboy out of pity thinking "this poor boy! He is such a love sick fool. " and when playboy cheats and or breaks up with the nerd. Instead of the reaction the playboy was expecting... The nerd celebrates because hello? longer having to put up with him that freaking a reason to celebrate. The nerd throws a party and the playboy is dumbfounded .
Bruce (does any of the two) waits for Danny’s reaction, knowing how sensitive he will be.
So he waits for the inevitable reaction of tears, accusations, and screams. Only Danny didn’t do any of that because he was smiling and dancing.
Then excitedly ran out of the building shouting, “WWOOO HHHOOO!”
“BRUCIE WAYNE AND I ARE NO LONGER TOGETHER!!!”
“HELL YEAH!”
“I DON’T HAVE TO PRETEND TO LIKE HIM ANYMORE!!”
“FUCK THE RICH, EVEN THOUGH I AM A BILLIONAIRE!!”
“YES MY SON AND DAUGHTER THAT DOES MEAN YOU CAN START DATING YOUR CRUSHES BECAUSE I’M NOT WITH THEIR FATHER ANYMORE!!”
“To answer your question dear reporter, yes I am a billionaire. I didn’t know that me and Bruce were dating until he kissed me. I thought that it was a friendly hangout between billionaires. My wife and husband found it hilarious when I told them. I didn’t know how to clear it up with Bruce. So I’m glad Bruce ended it with me and my kids can finally ask out their crushes!”
“HUSBAND’O AND WIFEY I’M COMING HOME DARLINGS!!”
“KIDS, YOU’RE ALLOWED TO USE MY CREDIT CARDS! NO OCCULT STUFF!!”
the flash knows now not to mess with the the timeline(be more careful). He has fixed what he broke right? Maybe not exactly the same but close, almost the same (he tells himself).
Barry can’t shake the feeling something is wrong. He is having strange dreams of being chased by something he can’t escape. Something big and angry and trying to crush him. Also some blue guy in a purple robe, looking judgmental.
It turns out to not be his imagination, the reverse flash comes looking scared “Barry what have you done, you changed..missing..ahh..gnissim si eh..eeemmiiittt ahhhhh!” He then glitched out and ran away screaming in reverse like someone hit rewind. It was scary to be honest, he needs help.
the justice league has to deal with something that burst out of the league of assassin’s hideout destroying the place, for something over 10 feet it vanished quickly and remains hard to track. So Barry problem is sidelined for now. They identity it as most likely a grater spirit, the JLD cant agree on identifying it, marthin manhunter is out from trying to read its mind.
The flash erased Amaty Park but a place connected to a dimension with different time and space does not go quietly. Danny felt it, it was like the portal but everything ,everyone was flowing in to him. Amity park became one, with phantom as the center.
For those who have missed it, a tourist in Hawaii decided it would be fun to chuck a rock (a BIG rock) at a monk seal. He missed, but he was captured on video, and when told it was illegal to interfere with them, said "I'm rich, I can pay the fine."
Is the best part that he got doxxed? No.
Is the best part that he got tracked down by a local and beaten? No.
Arrested on state at federal charges, looking at up to 5 years and 50K? Nope.
The best part is the local city council's reaction.
And the best part of that is the look on the attorney's face.
conversations overheard through the batkid com lines pt 63 (masterpost here)
*distant explosion*
Jason: OOOOOH-! HOLY SHIIIIITTTT,
Jason: fuck yeah- come on bitch, come at me, get- yeah that's it, that's it, just-
*another distant explosion*
Jason: OH FUCK WHY DO YOU HAVE GRENADES? *loud cackle* COME AT ME YOU FUCKING WHORE!
*faint screams*
Jason: *evil cackles*
Tim: ...dude, do you, like... need back up?
Jason: OH- oh, fuck. hey Red. *gunshot* ok so i'm gonna be honest and say i completely forgot i was in the open line. my bad, i can leave if i'm being too loud.
Tim: ...no, no, it's fine. glad to see you're... having fun. and you don't need help?
*distant explosion*
Jason: nah you good kid, me and my evil-busting swords can handle it.
Damian: you don't use those as much as you should.
Jason: i know, right? you'd think there'd be more evil in Gotham. *distant metal shwing*
Tim: isn't evil as a concept completely subjective anyway- like what the fuck are the parameters for those things?
Jason, dismissive: i'uno, *absent screams and gunshots*
Damian, humming: as far as i can remember, Ducra told me that it was magic based and connected to the soul of the user; so it's most likely just what Hood considers to be evil himself. i found the information hub by the way, i'm downloading the contents of the computer system right now.
Tim: cool--we got time anyway, i knocked out all the guards. hey Hood, what did these guys do that made you decide they were evil?
Jason: *fighting noises* *grunt* -hm? one of 'em ate mayonnaise straight from the packet.
Tim: ...you are way too corrupt for the amount of power you have.
Jason: it made my blood burn green again, Red. it was horrible.
Damian: what on earth are you doing right now anyway, Hood?
Jason: oh- i'm tearing down this massive child trafficking ring. been huntin' it for weeks.
*a pause*
Tim: *dryly* and the fucking mayo was what did you in.
Jason: -you should of seen it, he was sucking on the packet like it was power gel.
Tim: *noise of disgust* yeah i don't need visuals, Hood.
Damian: i have the flash drive, Red where are you? We should get out before anybody else shows up.
Tim: cafeteria. do you want a pudding cup?
Damian: do they have banana flavour?
Tim: who the fuck chooses banana? Hood get your swords over here, Robin just chose banana over chocolate and strawberry.
Damian: fuck you.
Jason: honestly i don't mind banana. just anything but pistachio.
Tim: ok- you do not deserve those swords, your opinions are trash. what was the name of the- that old woman that gave Hood the swords, what was her name?
Damian: Ducra.
Tim: that's the bitch. Ducra fucked up, he was the wrong guy. hey- by the way- i thought Ducra lived in like, a whole other place than the actual league base?
Jason: *rapid gunshots* yeah you fuckin' try throwin' that grenade, bitch, see what happens-
Damian, dry: she was. the hidden home of the All-Caste was separate from the League of Assassins, out in the Himalayas. she just owed my grandfather a few favours.
Jason, distracted: -eh? that's what they told you? nah, habibi, she ain't owe Ra's shit. it was a whole thing- she requested me. it was the other way round, Ra's owed her; i was a sacrifice.
Damian: why the fuck would she request you?
Jason: fuck you, i'm cool.
Tim: -whatever the reason, if she wasn't part of the league and only trained Jason, what the fuck were you doing there?
Damian: because-
Jason, instant: *loudly* nu-uh. you aren't allowed to talk about your childhood on casual terms anymore, Robin.
Damian: *offended noise*
Tim: what? why?
Jason: because he keeps fucking ruining league days. he's a damn oversharer and we're running out of truths in the deck.
Tim: ...that is objectively a good thing. i hate that game, it makes me suffer.
Jason: which is exactly why we all keep demanding you play it- *gasp* HOLY SHIT IS THAT A BAZOOKA- WHAT KIND OF FUCKING CHILD TRAFFICKING RING-
*explosion*
*a beat*
*another beat*
Damian: ...Hood?
Tim, calmly: see, Robin? this is what happens when you choose banana pudding. i'm taking you strawberry, suck it up.
It came with its own ecto pool! Yeah he had to build a filter because nobody had taken care of it in centuries but one toaster, half a microwave and a few pieces of a mixer later he could watch the filter putter around the pool while leaving fresh and clean ecto behind!
He even build a manual filter so he could scoop some ecto and drink it, add it as seasoning to his food.
Honestly running away wasn’t all that bad right now.
He even had a neighbor! Grundy was nice company even before he got to drink some clean ecto, made a really mean rat pot too!
Waylon was moody, but he eventually brought a nice couch and even helped Danny hang his hammock.
Sure he missed Sam and Tuck, as well as Jazz and her lectures. But one donated wayne phone, curtesy of a bat having lost one, and some ecto treatment later he could contact them on their fentonphones and still be safe from his parents.
He watched Frank (short for Frankenstein, get it because he’s The Monster) putter around and sighed. Jazz had been so regretful when his parents didn’t take the reveal well, and then he was given to the GIW while she couldn’t help.
His sister was pretty thankful, he was honestly just relieved, when the GIW turned out to be more like him than his parents.
It was the first time since his accident that he got a full check up, food that didn’t attack or poison him and even help with some questions the organization had regarding ghosts.
And since he was technically an endangered species they had hidden him until they could finish with proving his parents wrong, change the law and finally let him live his life.
So here he was now, calling his friends and sister every evening and doing online school while living underground with some funky neighbors.
This was an upgrade! No ghost fights, no weapons in his walls trying to fully kill him.
After the whole ‘de-aged, alternate universe half-ghost’ explanation delivered by the Master of Time following a five month year old Danny encasing his entire nursery in ice, Bruce and the rest of the family elected to let Danny being a ‘meta’ public information.
After all, he was still a baby with no control over his powers, it was only a matter of time before he accidentally turned invisible or fell through his crib (which Bruce nearly had a heart attack at).
So making his abilities public was the best decision, but there was something the family hadn’t anticipated.
Gotham City itself is incredibly liminal—it even has its own City Spirit, so baby Danny’s more…inhuman traits aren’t startling to Gothamites—if anything, they celebrate it. He’s the little ghost king (and a Wayne) in a city full of liminal and death corruption. Him showing his little tiny powers is basically healing Gotham; every time he sneezes ice or falls through a solid object, a curse is lifted of the City and while Gothamites don’t know it; they feel it.
Basically he’s their Princess Diana if Diana had magic
Observe:
Baby Danny, eating at a restaurant with the rest of the family: *nom nom nom*
Gunman, bursting in: Everybody freeze—oh! Sorry little dude, I’ll rob this place another day.
Gunman: *waves goodbye to Danny as he leaves*
~~~
Harley: Auntie Harley’s here with gifts!
Bruce: aren’t you on parole?
Harley: parole doesn’t count when it’s my nephew, I have it in writing, here!
Bruce, reading note: “Parole is temporarily suspended in the event of visiting Daniel Wayne” this was actually signed by a judge?!
Harley: *shrugs* he’s Gotham’s baby
~~~
Harvey Dent: *stopping in the middle of an attack on a gala* hi baby! Aren’t you just adorable? Who’s got your nose? Uncle Harvey’s got your nose!
Danny: *giggling*
Goons: *videotaping* awwww
~~~
Reporter: How does it feel to be the most favored person in Gotham City?
Bruce Wayne: Well, I’m very honored to have that title—
(1) Bruce goes around on the daily just holding Danny up to random people and going: “have you seen my baby? Look at my baby, isn’t he adorable?” As Danny chews on his expensive leather watch strap
(2) Bruce can practically sense when Danny’s upset from miles away:
Employee: and here’s the statistics from last years—Mister Wayne? Where are you going?
Bruce: Danny is in trouble
(Danny accidentally bit his own hand, Bruce was there in five minutes and nearly cried himself when he saw tears in his baby’s eyes)
(3) Danny’s favorite superhero is Superman and Bruce was mad at Clark about it for three weeks straight and refused to talk to him because of it. (Why Superman? It’s because he’s the last of his kind just like danny’s one of the few of his kind and they both had to learn to control their inhuman-abilities and learn to blend in and all that)
(4) Bruce refuses to let anyone outside his kids plus Alfred hold Danny and Danny refuses to let anyone besides them hold him
(5) The first time Danny ‘went ghost’ around them (after Clockwork had explained everything) Bruce ugly cried and refused to let Danny out of his arms for two hours
(6) Danny drew a family picture of them once and Bruce has multiple copies of it—all of them laminated and framed either in the house or at work
(7) Bruce has nearly a thousand pictures of just Danny in his camera roll and most of them are just a multitude of the same pictures at different angles
(8) Danny calls Bruce “Dada” and then calls him “Papa” when he’s in the Batman suit and then giggles because he’s helping hide the secret too
(9) Danny has five Batman onesies; all are the same and Bruce has his own pair for himself too
(10) Danny has both a Superman and a Batman plushie that Tim and Steph tried to use to figure out the favorite—
—and they both lost to the Wonder Woman plush that Diana had given him
The Backrooms is just the infinite realms. Imagine this:
Danny chillin playing Doomed in a house with reversed signs. Then suddenly someone falls from the ceiling and lands in front of him. The being bounces once with a grunt. “Fuckin’ ow.” The person says into the floor. Just laying there for a moment. Danny pauses his game, looking at the lump of a slender man in a cape on the ground.
“You good man?” Danny asks, eyebrow raised.
“Peachy.” The human (?) said. They raise their head with a groan and look around. The person has shaggy hair and a domino mask over their eyes. They seem to scan the area as they get up. Looking at Danny, they ask, “where am I?” Danny cocks his head to the side. “The realms..? Who are you?”
“Red Robin. What’s the realms?”
At this the room shifts. “Well geez. Guess it’s time to go” comments Danny. He packs up a bag, grabs Red Robin by the upper arm and pulls him up and drags him behind him. Red Robin looks around to see the house changing into colors of yellow and shifting into what seems to be an old office space. “Wha-what’s happening?”
“The rooms are shifting. This part of the realms shifts a lot. The yellow usually means something is hunting nearby. I don’t feel like dealing with it and you seem like you need help. So, we rollin’.” Danny explains in a nonchalance way. Red Robin looks around in curious bewilderment. “Yellow… office…” the vigilante pulls on Danny’s arm. “ARE WE IN THE FUCKIN BACKROOMS?!”
Danny hisses at the noise and pulls RR against the wall and covers his mouth. “I said something is hunting nearby. And you decide to scream?! Your self preservation must be shot for a cape. Not even I’m that bad and I’m half dead.”
They go through a door and enter what looks like a bedroom full of space themed paraphernalia.
“Okay. Now. Give me the low down on how you got into the realms and we can get you back to where you’re from. Also, what the fuck is the Backrooms?” Danny says as he falls into his desk chair, booting up his clunky desktop computer. The fan spinning and whining to life.
Looking around the room, Red Robin gets retro vibes from his point of view. ‘This all looks millennial’ he thought as he looked at a calendar hanging above the desk. “Um, dude, what year is it?”
“2007. Why?”
“I’m from 2026. What the fuck.”
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