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Oh the horror of stabbing clowns

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So in a pinch to get a one up on Vlad Danny, Dani and Dan constantly get into shenanigans. Be it the police, the government, the GIW, old miss Sharon from down the street or anyone who will pay any meaningful attention (look they take having chaos as a gender very seriously.) There are constant attempts to ruin Vlad's reputation. He's found the three doing the most random things to get on his nerves. He's found Dani eating furniture, Dan scaring people by telling them when and where their loved ones will or have died ( He has yet to find anything Danny has done only seeing him being scarily normal (what did he do?!?))

But this gala might just take the cake. It was simple, straight forward, Bruce Wayne has dealt with worse. Between child Richard swinging from chandeliers, Jason stealing anything of noteworthy value, Timothy's nonchalant attitude when the gala was in a hostage situation, Cassandra's standoffish quiet nature, Damian's rudeness, Duke's extroverted tendencies and Stephanie being herself. There's nothing Daniel, Danielle and Dan can do to destroy the playboy's sanity than what those brat's did.

He should have just taken that bowling invitation instead (It was really enticing too). The start of the gala was going swimmingly, Little Badger was talking with Timothy, making weird hand gestures, nothing too bad. Danielle and Stephanie were giggling about something looking near the punch bowl where Alexander Luther was, being absolutely annoyed at by Oliver Queen (they likely spiked it going to have to avoid THAT drama). Dan and Damian were squaring up each other with swords (where did they get those this is a public event ('We aren't even at Wayne manor where the Ancients did they get those')). When of course in Gotham 'do as gothamites do' some very kind gas mask wearing folk barge in and spray sleeping gas all over the place, and wake up in some sort of death contraption. It had only been 5 hours. Bowling is seeming very nice right about now.

This was likely the clowns doing if the massive amounts of green and purple spray paint everywhere has anything to say about it.

"Well hello there, All the most rich and powerful people in one Place how unfortun--- ACK." Somehow without warning, without being seen. Daniel was already on top of the Joker with Dan and Danielle off to the side quietly chanting "Stab the clown. Stab the clown. Stab the clown."

Bruce seeing an opportunity to further his case on Vlad Masters takes one look at what's about to happen asks "Your's?"

Sighing dramatically the response is quick and decisive. "No, Mr. Wayne they are... My godchildren, sadly."

A pat on the back with a quiet chuckle. "Well I see, you have your hands full huh?"

Can he have just one day where the 3 love him like a father?

Woops. Did this comic for fun last month and forgot to put it here. I never get tired of a flustered Ferdinand.

Inspired by a short scene in this fic if you're interested ~

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Sunday mornings in bed touching, groping, lazy, slow stroking…

#my own #need #and coffee #instead of whatever this is #my thoughts #lazy sunday

me, putting a final period on my 60k word epic of pain: Alright. No more angst. We are writing pure, unadulterated fluff. It will be sweet. It will be funny. It will be life-affirming.

also me, 10k words deep, as my character sobs in a rain: …Goddammit!