Dec 2, 2025
Anger Management for Dummies, Lesson 1: Failed.
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Anger Management for Dummies, Lesson 1: Failed.
Fic prompt #83
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Danny, Dani, Dan, and Jazz had made a pact: if one of them wanted to get a girlfriend or boyfriend, the others had to meet and approve of them first. If the partner failed to win the group over, the relationship would end before it even had the chance to become serious.
It might seem strange, but the pact came from a place of love. They had all become extremely rich — thanks to Vlad’s money, Ghost King treasures, and invention patents — and during the first months of their wealthy lives, they suddenly found themselves surrounded by new friends and romantic interests. They quickly discovered that most of those people were only after their money. Unfortunately, none of them could see their own significant other in a bad light, and that caused more than a few problems.
So now, whenever one of them decided to date someone, the others would thoroughly investigate the person — openly stalking them, as they jokingly called it. And because winning over the group usually meant enduring an overwhelming amount of attention, dating any of them became something of a trial by fire.
“Hey, Tim,” Nightwing yawned as he and Red Robin finished patrol, “Wanna get something to eat?”
Red Robin shrugged, “Sure, I think I saw a diner open back a few blocks ago,”
Nightwing gave a grin, “I know the place; race ya?”
“You’re on!”
The two vigilantes ran, leaping onto and off of rooftops.
It wasn’t the first time that Dick and Tim had gone into a restaurant in full bat gear, in fact, almost everyone, except maybe the Big Bat himself, has done it—even Damian fell to the vegan Bat Burger’s temptation.
The diner wasn’t a fancy place by any means—more so a bar and dine kind of place with slightly tinted windows, dim lights, and an atmosphere of shadiness that all Gotham establishments relatively close to Crime Alley had.
Red Hood had talked briefly about the diner-slash-bar saying it was so close to his home turf, but he’d checked it out undercover as Jason and concluded that it wasn’t corrupted—although he did say he didn’t meet or see the owner, but everything seemed fine enough that he didn’t bother going back to stake it out again.
The place was called Dan’s based on the bright green neon sign, open all night and closed most of the day. It was an odd little place, but it seemed to do well enough that it remained open for as long as it had.
Nightwing opened the door, a small bell ringing to announce their arrival as a few people in booths and at the bar turned to glare at them.
Red Robin raised an eyebrow at the amount of people glaring and scoffing at them, he knew that the bats weren’t all accepted by Gotham’s population, but he really didn’t think that he’d been in an entire place seemingly full of people who seemed unimpressed with them.
“Hey,” Nightwing didn’t seem to notice or he ignored it as he leaned against the bar, “What kind of drinks you got? Anything non-alcoholic for the baby bird?”
Tim scowled and punched Dick’s arm briefly, “Seriously?”
The bartender was an absolute tank of a man with muscles and a towering figure that put Jason to shame. He was wearing a navy blue sleeveless shirt with a tall neckline and a silver chain with a pendant of a stylished ‘DP’ design on it with his pants being black and fitted, though they were hidden mostly by the bar.
The man was pale with sharp and icy blue eyes that seemed too bright to be normal, his black hair was shaggy and tucked in a low ponytail, the ends dyed snowy white. The man’s arms were littered in what looked like scars of every kind.
There were even electricity scars running up both his arms and stopped just below his jaw.
“I don’t got anythin’ for you fuckers,” The man growled out, “Get outta here, didn’t ya see the sign?”
“Sign?” Tim asked, confused, “The sign said this place was open,”
“Not that sign,” The man rolled his eyes, “That one,”
He pointed above him, where a green neon sign shined brightly with the words ‘No Vigilantes Allowed’
“You guys are part of the Masked Theater Kids Squad,” The man crossed his arms, standing straight and making his form even taller and bigger than before, “So get out before I throw you out,”
The customers around the diner chuckled.
“He’s serious,” A man who reeked of beer snickered, “Dan’ll fuck ya up, birdies,”
“He’s an ex-criminal, y’know,” A woman called out, “Gotten rid of a few so called heroes, lotta them stronger than you brats,”
“An ex-criminal?” Nightwing cocked his head to the side, “What’s that even mean?”
“I prefer ex-rogue,” The barman—Dan––grunted, “And it means I don’t mind snappin’ a few birdies’ fragile bones; so scat,”
“You were a rogue here?” Red Robin asked, trying to gain intel.
“Not here,” Dan answered.
“Then where?”
“North of Get-Out-Metroplis, and that’s south of See-Ya-Fuckers-Later-Ville, now get out,”
“Why should we?” Nightwing frowned.
Dan pulled out what looked like a portable bazooka from below his bar, “‘Cause I don’t feel like cleanin’ blood outta my floorboards,”
“We’ll go,” Tim turned around, “C’mon, Nightwing,”
“No tip, bad service,” Nightwing gave Dan a smug grin.
Dan gave him an inhumanely large grin grin in return with his teeth too sharp and his canines longer than possible, “Take it up with management,”
“You’re the owner,” Dick raised an eyebrow.
“Management’s what I call my gun,”
The customers howled out in drunken laughter as the two vigilantes left the diner.
“Well,” Red Robin sighed, “That was weird,”
“You saw his teeth, right?” Nightwing whispered, “Meta?”
“Could be,” The caffeine addicted vigilante hummed, “Also an ex-rogue apparently, I think we gotta take this up with B,”
Dick snickered.
“What’s so funny?” Tim asked.
“I’m just imaging B walking in there and seeing Dan pull a bazooka on him,”
The two brothers laughed to themselves as they went back to the batcave.
“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” Red Hood growled over to comms to his family, “The guy hasn’t done anything wrong,”
“He’s an unknown and dangerous individual,” Batman grunted, “And he won’t talk to vigilantes, but you might be able to get through,”
“You mean I might be allowed ‘cause I’m a big bad crime lord, right?”
Silence on the bats’ ends.
“It’s not like that, Little Wing,” Dick starts, “It’s just—”
“Save it,” Jason growls as he opens the door to the diner, “I’m heading in,”
The customers glanced over at Red Hood but didn't seem to care enough to do much more than that before going back to their food.
Dan’s at the bar again, making some kind of margarita for a lady in a tight red dress and blonde hair piled in a messy bun on top of her head.
“Thanks a lot, sugah,” The woman winked at Dan as she took the drink in hand.
Dan barks a laugh, “Stay outta trouble, Linda,”
“No promises, babe!” The woman—Linda—laughs as she heads to a booth with a bunch of other women giggling and drinking.
Dan turns to look at Hood for the first time, his icy eyes seemingly piercing Jason’s very soul.
Jason’s breath hitches, not because of the stare, but because the pits are reacting.
But they aren’t angry. They’re afraid.
Danger.
Killer.
Destroyer.
Lord of Insanity.
Ancient of Destruction.
Killer of All.
Destroyer of Universes.
Creator of Madness.
Run.
RUN.
RUN!
Dan flashes him a grin, his eyes going pure glowing red with no pupils, “Hello, Little Revenant. Need a little help with your problem with seeing green?”
Jason freezes in place and the comms are dead silent.
“Jaylad,” Bruce breathes, “What’s happening? Are you alright?”
“The pits…” Jason whispers as he disconnects his voice to project outside of the helmet, “...they’re scared of him…he scares them.”
“Get out of there,” Duke suddenly butts in, “I–I can see him from here…Jason, he’s drenched in green glow. No, he’s made of it.”
“Go ahead and leave, deadboy,” Dan grins, his eyes back to normal, “I already did what I did,”
It takes all of Jason’s strength not to bolt for the door but open it calmly.
“One last thing, Hood,” Dan calls out, his eyes now flashing bright green.
Lazarus green.
“Get Out Of Him,” He commands, his voice staticked and low.
Jason doesn’t bother hiding the way he runs, going for the roofs and slumping down in an alleyway, yanking off his hood and vomiting.
“Jason? JASON!” Bruce shouts, “Are you alright?!”
“B…” Dick breathes, “Look…”
Jason glanced up and felt his heart skip a beat.
He’d just thrown up Lazarus Pit water.
(This is part one ??? Idk ill see, tell me if you guys want more)
If someone here dares to report me bcs of those massive tits of Dan?- I would take it as a compliment, those tits are for censoring, grr LKAJSDJAS Btw, this is the visual concept of how the fenton/phantoms look in the fic "Every bat has a cat" by @windyengel and @takemetomyfragiledreams!! Pls, idk when they're gonna post it, but i super super recommend y'all to read it!!! Im sorry if im being really a ghost rn, im having some issues involving my personal-familiar life rn, thank y'all for the support wawas <3
Recently I re-watch one of my fav toons from childhood
I cried a lot cause I miss those days
DannyMay - 01 ~ Twins
I can't believe I've never drawn Dan before. I'm like a fake emo.
HD still under the cut:
"Nu-uh"
"... The fuck you mean nu-uh?!?!"
- - - - - - DP X DC IDEA/PROMPT
Danny- minding his own business as the ghost king looking to be in his mid twenties, despite being a good enough age to be considered an elderly of elderly civilians, because his status as a half a made him stop ageing physically when he reached his mid 20's. Now out grew his friends and families, and only has Dante(evil reformed Danny) and Ellie(Danielle, the clone) left as family. Also part one of the first hero's to ever exist before the JL even formed and before Batman and what not. And Vlad turned out not to be a half a just a human who was slowly turning more and more liminal till he died eventually too, he did have a longer life though.
Also Danny- reached his limit of being able to keep his sanity and live in Amity, so decidedly going on a world wide tour with Dan(Dante) and Ellie to visit all sorts of places. And also decidedly, staying in some places for a good few years because of their love for the place and finding something new to keep themselves sain.
Also, Also Danny- An extreme polyglot with his two only siblings left, who have the most widest and randonest set of skills from all of the world.
Dante- finding out he has a love for the arts, like painting, photography and fashion and is talented at them, but keeps the tough guy act out of habit and weirdness if he suddenly starts acting friendly.
Danielle- finding out her passion is for sports and sciences. Has the ability to apply for the Olympics in a few of her favourite sports but doesn't to not draw attention and has a masters in civil and mechanical engineering.
“Demon Twins” but they're actually demons [Danny and Dan Todd AU Prompt]
It all starts when a freshly turned Halfa Jazz, carrying Danny and Dan's cores in hers after a war against the GIW, is sent by Clockwork to the DC Universe via the Lazarus Pits.
The LOA believes Jazz is some kind of Pit Demon, and Jazz doesn't bother to correct them. She's welcomed with open arms, and is even adopted by Ra's he already let the Detective get away, and there's no way in hell he's letting that happen again.
She and Jason click, but since Jason was still suffering from side effects from his dip in the Pits, he ends up putting his revenge before his relationship with Jazz.
Oh Jason, you poor sweet summer child.