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GUIDE FOR KISS KISS YOUR CAT🐱

[alien-slushie]

Bruce: Where's Steph?

Tim: I have no idea. 3 hours ago she said something about watching some movies with some guy and I haven't heard from her since.

Bruce: Oh, well thats not good.

*Meanwhile*

Steph, singing: ~A king cry-baby with a tear in my eye!

Danny, singing: And if you mess with the king~

Both, still singing: You're gonna cry, baby, cry~ Baby cry, baby cry, baby cry- AHHHHHH

Batman: *crashing in through the window*

Steph: What the hell Br-Batman!

Danny: Dude! My window!

Batman: I got a call from a Mr. Timothy Drake-Wayne, saying he was worried about your well being.

Steph: Well as you can see, my being is perfectly well!

Batman, awkwardly clearing his throat: Yes I can see that, then I'll be- Were you guys watching Cry-Baby?

Steph: Yeah, we just started in.

Danny: If you pay to get my window fixed you can sit down and watch it with us.

Batman: . . .

Danny: We're watching Labyrinth after this.

Batman: . . .Deal.

[bluerosefox]

F*ck Forgiveness. I Want Vengeance.

Hmmmm

Another DeadTired idea. And Ghost King Danny with Consort Tim.

Tim dies a bitter ended death with the Batfam (Maybe during his RR run and isn't caught by Dick when he is kicked out of WE window? Or its in the future where his relationship between the bats is bad.)

So yeah Tim dies. And wakes in the Infinite Realms and learns to unlive in that Realm and gained a wonderful afterlife.

And somehow manages to gain the attention of the Ghost King, King Phantom and somehow manages to become his Consort after some adorable ghost courting.

Despite the fact he's been dead for like a few months in his original Realms timeline, time in the Infinite Realms is more ocean like than riverish, Tim has been happily married to his husband for what feels like eons.

So Tim was not, very very not happy when his ghost is suddenly pulled away from his anniversary dinner and stuffed back into his body.

He hears yelling and fighting, wakes to see the Bats fighting League Assassins while Batman is fighting Ra's in rage.

And Tim.

He isn't happy at all.

He already figured it out, connected the dots.

Oh Ra's was going to regret bringing him back. The Bats, and he KNOWS they should had respected his last wishes to be fucking cremated, ashes scattered in space, so THIS wouldn't had happened.

Cause Tim wasn't playing around anymore.

[crashingcryptid]

Team 141 was glad to have a puffin medic on the team. Your flight was a huge asset, and you fit right in taking care of the team.

But Ghost noticed that you were mocking them. You always stood next to him with his arms crossed, leaning your back on the wall just like him. If he uncrossed his arms, you would follow suit moments later.

You tried to wear your gear like Johnny, carry your weapon like Kyle, and you even tried standing like Price sometimes too. You would study how they moved, mimicking it for yourself and puffing with pride whenever you got it right.

"Do you like copying us, birdie?" Ghost asks, tilting his head at you. You blink at him in surprise, tilting your head back at him the exact same way. "Oh, don't pretend you aren't doing it. You're doing it right now." He huffs, and you let out a chirp of realization.

"Oh! I wasn't trying to mock you, puffins mimick those they are close to. It helps us form a better flock." You explain happily, wings ruffling as you spoke. "The more I act like you, the more you can trust that I pay attention to you and will help." Ghost couldn't help but chuckle a little at your unwavering enthusiasm, patting your head with a heavy hand.

"Okay, Puff. Just don't stand too close too me, the rookies might not be able to tell us apart."

[bind-stones]

Pearl relocating the fire training tower be like…

(Also having season 8 flashbacks)

[zhelin-thames]

A Ghostly Text Mishap

Danny flopped onto his bed, phone in hand, glaring at the screen. Another long day of dealing with Vlad's manipulative nonsense had left him frustrated beyond belief. He opened his messages, found the contact labeled Trucker, and began furiously typing.

Danny: You will NOT believe what Plasmius did this time. The absolute NERVE of this guy. You’d think being half-dead would make someone LESS petty, but nooo, this man’s ego is bigger than the Ghost Zone.

Danny: He tried to "buy" my parents' company AGAIN. He offered to “help” with ghost containment tech but really just wants to snoop around for weaknesses in the portal.

Danny: AND he had the audacity to call me “Little Badger” like it’s a term of endearment. I swear, if I hear that ONE MORE TIME, I might go full ghost and dropkick him into the Fenton Thermos.

Satisfied with his venting, Danny tossed his phone onto the bed and buried his face in his pillow. Unbeknownst to him, he had made one critical mistake.

Jason Todd, aka Red Hood, was sitting in his safe house, polishing his guns when his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen.

Unknown Number: You will NOT believe what Plasmius did this time…

Jason raised an eyebrow. “What the hell is this?” he muttered, scrolling through the tirade. By the time he got to “Little Badger”, he was smirking.

He typed back:

Jason: Kid, I think you’ve got the wrong number. Unless this “Plasmius” guy is a Gotham villain I’ve somehow missed.

Danny’s phone buzzed, and he rolled over to check it. His heart dropped when he saw the reply.

Danny: Oh no. This isn’t Trucker, is it?

Jason: Nope. But you’ve got my attention. Who’s Plasmius, and why does he sound like the type of guy I’d shoot on principle?

Danny hesitated, then decided to just roll with it.

Danny: Short version: he’s a half-ghost fruitloop billionaire who’s obsessed with ruining my life, becoming my creepy stepdad, and taking over the world. Think Lex Luthor but undead and ickier.

Jason burst out laughing, earning a curious glance from Roy Harper, who had just walked in.

“Who’s got you laughing like that?” Roy asked, setting down a bag of takeout.

“Some kid who texted me by mistake,” Jason replied, showing him the messages.

Roy skimmed them and snickered. “Plasmius? Sounds like a knockoff vampire villain.”

Jason’s fingers flew over the keyboard.

Jason: Okay, kid, you’ve officially got my interest. I don’t know who you are, but if this Plasmius guy’s half as bad as you say, I’ve got some creative ways to deal with him. You in Gotham?

Danny stared at the message, blinking. Who even was this guy? But... he did sound like he knew how to handle problems.

Danny: Uh, no. I’m from Amity Park. It’s kind of a supernatural hotspot, so I’ve got it covered. But thanks for the offer, I guess?

Jason smirked.

Jason: Supernatural hotspot? Kid, you’re talking to someone who’s been resurrected. Ghosts don’t scare me.

Danny froze. Resurrected? Oh no. This guy might actually know about the supernatural.

Danny: ...Wait, who ARE you?

Jason: Name’s Jason. Most people call me Red Hood. Ever heard of me?

Danny blinked, then groaned. “Of course. I text a vigilante. Just my luck.”

Danny: ...Yeah, I’ve heard of you. So, uh, thanks for not tracking this number and showing up at my house or something.

Jason: Yet.

Danny felt a shiver run down his spine.

Danny: That’s not funny, dude.

Jason: Relax, Little Badger. Your secret’s safe with me. For now. But hey, if you ever need help dealing with your undead billionaire problem, hit me up.

Danny sighed, shaking his head.

Danny: Sure. Thanks, I guess?

Jason leaned back, grinning as he saved the number under Ghost Kid.

“Roy, I think I just found the weirdest contact in my phone.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Roy replied, tossing Jason a burger.

“Not bad. Just… different.” Jason chuckled. “Plasmius, huh? Sounds like fun.”

[parentalstuff]

Parental!Yandere Daycare Worker x Teen Reader

WARNINGS: Kidnapping, yandere behavior, implied posioning/drugging, yandere-y things, you know the drill.

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You held the flyer for daycare volunteers as the corners shook from the wind around you. You were just doing your usual walk when you spotted the flyer up against the pole of an electrical pole.

You picked it up and now you were just staring at it. It said it'd be good on college applications. The flyer was advertised for everyone, but all the details were more focused on teenagers than adults.

You had enough free time for the hours and you liked kids, the little germlins they were, so you took the flyer back home with you to ask your parents.

Your parents, dead tired from working, agreed as long as you could go by yourself safely (not running in the streets) and text them you made it home.

After the rules were set out, you called the daycare and they approved. You were expecting an interview, but they seemed eager anyone was going.

Weird.

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When you arrived, you felt nervous. This was your first 'job' (even though it wasn't paid) and you didn't want to mess it up. A woman appeared at the desk with a bright smile.

"Hello there, dearie! Where are your parents?" She asked sweetly, smiling down at you. You shifted uncomfortably. "Um, they're at work, I'm here for the volunteering? I'm Y/N."

Her eyes widened in surprise and she put a hand to her chest. "Oh! My mistake. You looked so young I thought-" She cut herself off with a shake of her head. "Forgive me, sweetie, come along now, Y/N, was it?"

You nodded and she gestured for you to follow her and you saw a bunch of kids running around, anywhere from 2 to 8. "I usually let the olders roam around but the youngers need some watching, are you okay with that?" She questioned kindly.

You nodded and she quickly went back to the desk while you stayed behind with the kids.

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The kids were actually fun. You were nervous and awkward around the woman, Darla, but the kids understood you. Or maybe you were a bit more childish than you'd like to admit.

Darla, after a few minutes of no one dropping off kids, came back and smiled at the scene of you playing with the other children. They were in a very high-stakes game of make-believe and you were matching their energy.

You felt eyes watching you and you noticed Darla staring at you fondly. You immediately feel slightly embarrassed and dial back your exictement a bit. She dims slightly, but continues playing with the kids.

"Okay, now, children! Listen!" The kids areound you went into a hush as Darla clapped her hands for their attention. "We're going to do story time now!"

The children cheered and Darla laughed.

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After the kids all settled down onto comfy reading cushions, Darla started reading. She barely got one page in before she noticed you standing awkwardly behind the kids. "You can sit down too, Y/N."

You blushed from embarrassment and sat down beside a few rowdy kids and hushed them so they listened.

Darla was excellent with the kids, she spoke with a fire in her eyes and spoke intensely, she made the children's book entertaining. You were leaning forward towards the book by the end.

The book was only meant to keep little kids from fighting each other, but you were genually interested in it. You reacted along with the other kids at the exact moments. Every gasp, surprise, and laugh. You did it too.

She clearly noticed but just smiled despite your stiffness. You were embarrassed, again. But you shrugged it off. Anything for the kids, right?

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Next was snack time. Basic apple sauce and apple juice. You were really hungry, but you kept quiet as you helped the kids stab the little straws in. Why were the straws so bendy?! You missed the hole at least twice per child.

Suddenly, you felt something nudge your arm. You looked over to see Darla nudging you with the juice box, straw already in for you. After you sheepishly took the juice, the apple sauce came as well.

Darla just smiled as you ate and drank, she even 'recomended' you sit down again. You sta beside a 5 year old and a 7 year old as they laughed loudly over something dumb.

It was humiliating, to say the least. But Darla sighed in contentment and even snapped a photo of it, pretending it was a group photo but she was really aiming towards you.

You dropped your head so your face was out of the photo. Darla frowned. "Don't be like that, sweetie! C'mon! Let me see your smile!" She prodded until you finally raised your head and she took a quick photo, grinning all the while.

Could this day get any more embarrassing?

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The answer was yes. The next activity was crafts, Darla surprisingly left you alone to watch over the younger kids as they emptied an entire bottle of glue on the table.

Your table was much calmer, the older kids still sloppy but not as messy. They had loppisided eyed drawings of their parents and way too much glitter for anything, but it was still better than the chaos just a table over.

In fact, your little corner was so well behaved, you ended up joining the kids. You reasoned with yourself it was just so the kids could see an example or you could bring more exictement, but the truth was that you just like drawing.

When you were done, you were kind of proud. Yeah, this was a good drawing! "Okay my little ones!" Darla's loud voice made your head snap up, the other kids were in a line.

You stood up instantly, ditching your art to move closer to the children and Darla, who didn't seem to mind about the whole situation. "We're gonna go wait in the playroom for Mommy and Daddy!"

The kids cheered just like they always did, and you cracked a smile at their energy. You looked up to see Darla staring at you with a similar smile.

Despite the warmth and affection behind it, it gave you the chills.

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The parents came far too quickly for your liking. You got at least 10 hugs from the children before they left, each time you heard Darla go "Awww..." from her place at the desk, and you had to agree with her. It was awfully cute.

Each of the little children waved or hugged goodbye and then ran to their parents. You were playing with a few of the kids that were left, and now that Darla was busy again, you were fully enjoying yourself.

"Don't be so rough back there!" You heard Darla shout as you and a particularly troublesome toddler were pretending to fight with dinosaurs.

You turned your head back. "We're all good back here, Mrs Darla!" You say without thinking. You just wanted to make sure she knew nothing actually dangerous was happening!

"Just be careful!" Darla's concerned reply came. You frowned but got distracted as the kid wacked your dino out of your hands. "Hey!"

The toddler giggled and you grinned. You didn't even notice his parents came until his eyes brightened and he ran away. You were still holding the dino in the air when Darla walked in.

You cleared your throat and put the toys away quickly. She just smiled and patted your head fondly. She was often affectionate with the children, ruffling their hair or complimenting them, so you didn't think too much of her doing it to you. You didn't like thinking of yourself as a child, but you were probably closer to the babies age than her age.

"You can go home now, Y/N." She said softly, still smiling brightly at you. "O-Oh, yeah. Thank you!" You replied, running out the door with your bag.

"See you tomorrow!" She called cheerfully as you left. You clambered onto your bike and rode off.

Sure, your parents told you not to do this and get a friend or better yet, let them drive you out early, but you were old enough to ride by yourself! Seriously! They were overprotective sometimes!

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You made it home totally fine, just like you thought (take that, Mom and Dad!), and ploped on the couch.

Your mom and dad arrived somewhat later with pizza and you told them all about Darla and the children and just your day overall. "Wow, sounds like Darla is quite the character." Your dad commented, taking a big bite of pizza.

Your mom glared at your father and smacked his shoulder playfully. "Be nice! She sounds very motherly. I heard she just adopted her own child!"

You chewed while thinking, she talked a lot to the children (who never responded because they were too young to understand) and you never heard her mention a child.

Strange, but not too strange. Maybe she just keeps her personal life to herself. But she seems like an open book... You shrugged and took another bite. "Eh, she seems alright. Never heard her mention a child."

"Y/N, don't talk with your mouth full."

"Sorry."

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The next few weeks pass by in a blur. You go to the daycare on weekends and sometimes after school, and you loved it.

Despite the embarrassing first day, you and Darla fell into a rhythm. You'd come up pretty early, she'd fuss over you until kids came, you'd play with them in the playroom and the rest of the day would match the first.

The only difference would be Darla driving you home because she was horrified that you rode your bike st night. She even began driving you in the morning and declaring bikes were too unsafe.

Though your parents were skeptical when you told them about her, she came and charmed her way to their good graces and they didn't care, much to your dismay.

You didn't know why you didn't fully like Darla like the kids or your parents. Maybe because she insisted you act like a child or how she stared with this intensity when you did.

But if she was being nice and talking normally, she was actually fun to be around. She was driving you home and you were so busy talking about your day at school that you didn't notice going the wrong way until the car stopped.

You looked to see a cute cottage and paused.

"Darla?" When did you stop calling Mrs Darla?

"Yes, honey?" That's another thing, the nicknames.

"This... This isn't my house..."

"I know," She said with a sympathetic sigh, like you were the one in the wrong. "You parents said I could keep you for tonight!"

Her phrasing wasn't helping your chills.

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She was a surprisingly good host. You were curled up on the couch with a pack of crackers as she made dinner, an old but entertaining show playing on the TV

Eventually, the sweet smell made you lazily push off the couch and walk over to Darla curiously. You didn't know why you felt so tired today as you rubbed your eyes with a yawn.

"Is dinner done yet?" You asked but heard a coo and felt a hand on your head. You opened your eyes to see Darla with that dark expression as she ran her fingers through your hair. You brushed it off as habit.

"Almost, baby, you can go nap if you want to." She responded, her voice was soft and gentle.

You eyed her suspiciously but shrugged and fell back on the couch. You didn't need naps! You were a teenager! You just wanted to relax a bit...

You woke up to a soft blanket tucked around you and a plushie that you didn't recognize. Darla popped her head in and her eyes widened when she realized you were awake.

She disappeared and came back with tea. "Good morning, my sunshine!" She called cheerfully, placing the tea down onto the table in front of you.

You sat up and took a sip of the tea with a murmured thanks. She made a similar cooing noise like she did yesterday and smiled at you brightly.

"What time is it?" You asked groggily.

"Noon." She said simply. "You must've been tired, baby..." She sighed dramatically but you were already trying to race upwards.

"Noon?!? I'm late for school! I'm gonna be in so much trouble!"

Darla's warm hand on your shoulder stopped you. "Honey... Its the weekend."

"...What?" You said, deflating.

"Yes, sweetie, its Saturday. Daycare is closed for renovations?" She told you calmly, moving her hand from your shoulder to cup your cheek, rubbing her thumb under the bags by your eyes. You were too distracted to notice.

"But...I-I don't..." You sigh, how did you forget what day it was?!

"Oh," she said softly, like you were a child that got a paper cut "Don't worry too much, dearie, I'll be right here! She was still holding your face before she turned and disappeared, yelling "I have some fun things we can do today!" Over her shoulder

She was giving you the chills.

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The rest of the day was spent with her constantly fretting over you no matter where you went or what you did.

Go for a walk to get ice cream? Suddenly, the sidewalk was dangerous and the man serving your ice cream was a man trying to lead you to his van to kidnap you.

Stay at home and do arts and crafts? Don't touch the scissors! You could cut yourself and get an infection and die! And don't get started on the emotional wreck that could happen should your art work get a drop of water. Not from you, but Darla would be destroyed if your art was 'ruined'

She even has your old drawing on her fridge. You had forgotten about it, but Darla suggested snacks and you saw it. You plucked it off the wall and just stared at it.

Darla appeared behind you like a ghost, making you jump. "Aw, I remember that! From your first day!" She sighed dreamily like she was remembering it clearly.

You laughed awkwardly and nodded, she smiled and took it out of your hands and pinned it back on the fridge without a word. "Now! Go sit at the table, I'll prepare you a little snack!"

You grumbled something about being old enough to get your own food but she just hummed happily. You two ate sandwiches before Darla decided it was TV time.

She fluffed pillows and basically burried you in blankets, sitting behind you with you laying sideways. You realized if she prodded you a bit more, you would be laying in her lap. You sat stiff as cardboard on purpose.

Luckily, she didn't try anything. But you did feel her begin to play with your hair, you just brushed it off like you always did, thinking about it made you fidgety.

Suddenly, you felt so tired. You blamed it on not eating enough, all you had today was that tea and the small sandwich.

You yawned, despite your best efforts not to, and you felt Darla's hands slow and then speed up again. A hum came from Darla as you tried to focus on the TV in front of you.

You felt heavier and heavier and heavier and heavier...

You were now laying in Darla's lap, eyes closed, and you already felt like you were drifitng off to another fit of sleep. You still felt Darla twirling with pieces of your hair and her humming contentedly as you do.

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The second time you woke up in Darla's house, it was similar to the first. You woke up with a pile of blankets, Darla appeared, gave you some tea, and explained how it was Sunday and the Daycare was still closed.

You thanked her, for some reason, and chalked off the weird falling asleep on her to a bad dream and didn't think of it. She certainly wasn't acting like you fell asleep on her.

"When am I gonna go home?" You asked her casually, sipping the warm tea.

She tilted her head. "You are home."

You stared at her. Has she lost her mind? Was she confused? Oh no, was she crazy?

You shake the thoughts off, they wouldn't let a crazy person run a daycare... Right? There had to be a reasonable explanation for all of this.

"N-No," you hate how unsure your voice is. "Like... Home..."

She clicks her tongue like you're a child. "Fussy, fussy." She chides, lifting more of the tea down your throat despite you trying to pull away. "Just take a nap, sweetie, you'll be okay." She said sweetly but it felt so wrong...

Hey, what were you mad about again? You just wanted to sleep... Sleep for hours... The couch is so soft...

Your eyes slip shut and you fall back into the couch, Darla smiles as she sips her own tea but her tea isn't posioned. "Just sleep, my baby, you'll wake up stronger."

You yawn and shift a bit before falling asleep again.

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You wake up again, rubbing your burning head as you process your surroundings. "Darla?" You ask, stretching a bit.

She pops in her head like the last few days. "Yes, my dearie?" She calls cheerfully.

"What day is it? I feel like I slept for days..." You grumble, still trying to calm your burning headache.

She smiles warmly at you. "It's Sunday, my precious one." She gives you a sympathetic look. "I think you should lay back down, you don't look so well... Are you okay, baby?"

"I'm fine." You brush her off like you always do when she hovers. It feels weirder when it's not at work but you don't mind. "When did I even fall asleep?" You don't remember much...

"Oh, you were just dozing off... I bet you don't even remember it happening!" She says it so happily, like it was the cutest memory she had. Maybe it was.

"Now, do you want some tea?"

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Alrrrrriiiiggghhhhtttttyyyyy! I hope this is okay! I don't normally like writing yan moms, but I gave it a shot!

I have a lot more ideas but if I actually write them, I don't know. Your guys's support is always a huge moativator! I'm at 300 FOLLOWERS THANK YOU GUYS SO SO MUCH!!!!!!!!! HOW DID THAT EVEN HAPPEN?!?!

Anyway, I'm trying to write more but enjoy! Btw, I may disappear in the month of April because of tomodachi life 2, maybe I'll find out how to write a tomodachi life parental yandere, who knows! Thank you so much for reading and I love all of you! See ya!

-PSL