Tizzy

Eat, Sleep and Breathe Fiction

[tizzydew]

Idea before i forget it (hopefully lol)

Where worlds collide (might workshop the name)

Danny, Marinette and Tim are all the same people just from different dimensions who at the same time are going through crisis. Collective stupidity causing a rip in the fabric of (insert some cool thing that sounds legit [just realized that someone might think this was AI, No. Im just really stupid and cant find the specific word Im looking for even though I googled it 👍]) as we know it and now are stuck dealing with each others past and problems for hopefully better future outcomes.

-Danny is in an emergency mood after his parents discover his identity as phantom and cooperate with the guys in white. Gravely injured in his attempt to close the portal to Danny's world and the entire ghost zone being in disarray as there was always a chance of it being opened again. What's more, Danny himself has disappeared.

-Marinette has just dealt with the whole Gabriel wish debacle and finally settles for bed when a blinding light begins to swallow Paris, she sees Bunnix reaching for her. Yet before the bunny miraculous holder could even reach her she is engulfed in the light and disappears.

-Tim has been through it, everything he's done to prove Bruce was still alive, still out there in the time stream was leading to dead ends. With nowhere left to turn he decides on the unthinkable, the stupid and even the suicidal. He enters the time stream himself, disappearing.

Andd… thats all i got for now. Time to go refresh on materials before i write this, if i dont forget lmaoo

[izbnart]

Batman animation 👍🌟

[heyget]

Since Damian is the blood son, and Jason canonically looks the most like Bruce, they’d likely look the most similar out of anybody in the Batfam.

Which I think would lead to moments like

Roy: The second robin? I thought you died, what-

*Damian enters*

Roy:

Roy, empathetically: Must’ve been hard

Jason: NO

Or,

Reporter: And Jason and Damian, do they share the same mother?

Bruce: what

A cloaked figure in the stands: *loudly* YES THEY DO

Bruce: Talia???

Not to forget,

Jon, waking up after getting knocked out from a battle with Damian, watching Jason enter the room

Jon:

Jon, more panicked by the second: ...Damian? Is that you?

Jason:

Jason, reading Damian's handsigns from out the window

Jason: Yes. You've been in a coma for 10 years.

[abcdfghjklmpqrobin]

This is how I think the BatBurger place trains their employees for dealing with the Batfam.

Mark, the manager: Okay. So. We do pride ourselves on being the establishment of choice for the vigilantes of Gotham.

That means you will be serving the Bats. And there are a couple ground rules.

Now. Unfortunately this has happened enough times that it is a rule. Do not flirt with Nightwing. I know he starts it, he's joking, don't finish it. That's just an HR demand waiting to happen. And I will fire you.

Second. If Red Hood comes, don't ask him if he wants his fries jokerized. Just do it. He does want them jokerized but don't mention it.

Uhh, fair warning, the middle one will stalk you. Just for a bit. It's normal I think, he's just doing a background check. That's my bad, apparently I hired a 'Shadow' once, whatever the fuck that means.

The yellow one and the purple one, are cool. Yellow comes mostly during the day, so you don't have to worry. And if Purple drops any glitter just sweep after she leaves.

The one that looks like Batman but gender-bend is cool too, but you're not allowed to say 'yes' if she offers teaching you self defense. That's an order from Corporate.

Do not. –Listen to me– Do. Not. Serve the little one meat. I don't care if you're tired. I don't care if there aren't any veggie options left. You don't serve him meat. He's a vegetarian, last guy to get it mixed up is the reason why we have a job opening, got it?

And lastly. If ANY of them is actively bleeding or looks worse for wear, you press this button and don't say anything. It sends Batman a message and he pays us extra if we let him know his kids are hurt.

Mark, the manager: Any questions?

[apatheticsunday]

Grandpa Protocol

AKA "Alfred Pennyworth comes across a young father clearly overwhelmed with his two children. Danny is just doing his best when somebody's grandpa basically strongholds him into brunch." Prompt idea! I feel like there's not a lot of Danny & Alfred content going around... lemme just squeeze in here and fix that.

Danny is way too young to be a father. He knows this, Dan's beady little 8-year-old eyes know this, even Ellie's constant babbling sounds suspiciously like you can't do this, you're basically a child yourself. Or maybe he's just hallucinating from sleep deprivation. He's attending Gotham-U because it was cheap as dirt, didn't look too close at backgrounds (which helped because Danny's school transcript was forged by Tucker), and there were already vigilantes so he could just focus on... everything.

He takes a deep breath and continues to stare at the back of a cereal box, absent-mindedly bouncing Ellie as she says "bear, bear, bear" over and over again.

"-so I'll be Bane for Halloween," Dan says. Which... what. Man, Danny really should've been paying attention.

"What? No, you're not."

Dan's thick eyebrows scrunch together in an (adorable) angry glare, looking all too much like Evil Dan. He insists, "Yes, I am."

Danny wants to be just as immature, say nu-uh, you're sure as shit not. Or maybe oh, yeah? Well, who's paying for that? Not me. But he's a father now. He needs to be reasonable. (Nevermind the fact that they've been eating cereal for every breakfast for the last 7 months and Danny hasn't cleaned their run-down apartment in at least 2 weeks. He's trying, okay. It's just... a lot. Too much, he can't do this.)

"Dante. I know you've got the whole doom and gloom vibe going on, but you are not dressing up as a well-known Gotham Rogue and serial killer for Halloween. What the hell, man."

"Should I dress in a leotard and pixie shorts, then?" Dan snarks.

"You can dress however you want as long as it doesn't paint a bright red target on your back, buddy. What's wrong with Robin? Lots of kids dress as Robin." Danny pats Ellie, who's now alternating between baba and bear like her life depends on it. She's getting louder. Danny pats faster and tries squishing her to his chest like a weighted blanket.

"Robin is a stupid child."

"You're a child, Dan-," Ellie practically screams, little body thrashing, repeating bear at a increasing decibel. Danny frantically pats her down and coos to calm her. Dan's arguing louder as Danny murmurs to Ellie, "C'mon, Ellie-belly, what's wrong? Huh? Shh, honey."

"Girl, are you the Riddler? Because you're saying stuff I don't understand and it's making me nervous." Danny tries joking. It falls flat after Ellie starts sobbing and Dan's yanking on Danny's arm. She's screaming, screaming, screaming, and now Dan's yelling over her, yanking at him, his head throbs and his vision blurs. (Oh, Ancients, he's gonna freak the fuck out-)

"Excuse me, young man. Would you like some assistance?"

Danny whips around at the sound of a calm yet firm British voice. An older gentleman in an honest-to-Ancients suit stands unobtrusively at his side. He holds himself like a solider, straight and tall, alluding the aura of I know what the hell I'm doing. A gloved hand is offered.

(Danny will later say it was a lapse in judgement that made him practically sling Ellie at the gentleman like a sack of potatoes. Or maybe just lizard hind-brain trust.)

All he knows is Ellie cuddles up in the old man's arms, patting his whitened stubble, and looks like she wasn't just on her way to a Phantom Wail-level tantrum. The man leans down and speaks quietly to Dan - Danny doesn't even hear it, the sudden absence of Ellie's screaming making his ears ring like tinnitus. But suddenly Dan has a sour expression and releases his death-grip on Danny's pant leg.

(He's magic. He's an Ancient or a God, something, there's no way this man just subdued Baby Evil Dan with words alone. What the hell??)

"Take a moment, lad." The old man-God says. He gently brushes his gloved hand over Ellie's white-blond flyaways like he's done it to a hundred children a million times. Maybe he has. Danny sucks in a breath he didn't realize he was holding, his chest unlocking for the first time in... well, 7 months.

"Thanks. I'm- it's been a lot, recently. My name is Danny, that's Ellie and this is Dante. Who are you?"

The older gentleman's eyes crinkle slightly in a very subdued smile. "I'm sure it has. My name is Alfred Pennyworth. It's a pleasure to meet you." His eyes sweep over the boxes of cereal and canned soup in Danny's cart before he continues, "My grandson is rather fond of Bat-O's as well, but I find a balanced meal is a fine start to the day. Would you join me for brunch? Perhaps I can share some simple breakfast recipes."

Danny stalls, his stranger danger fighting with the instinctual urge to trust the man. (And lay down for a much-needed nap. Who is he to say no to food and a babysitter? Besides, Danny is a Halfa, he could wipe the place with his guy if he tries anything.)

"Um. I don't know," Danny hums.

Surprisingly, the man nods. He probably wouldn't have given up so quickly if he was planning something nefarious, right? He offers Ellie back to him with a simple, "Of course."

And then Ellie's screaming, wailing like Cujo accidentally stepped on her little hand during playtime, and Danny backpedals so hard he's surprised he doesn't eat asphalt.

"Um, actually, brunch would be great! Yeah, thanks!"

(Danny, predictably, nods off during their brunch approximately 3 times before the older man lures him over to "the manor" with a bribe of several parenting books and unused toys. Unofficially, it's the first day he's adopted into the Wayne Family.)

[merormerlin]

"Psst. Hey. Hey, butler guy. Is this Bruce Wayne guy, like, enslaving you?"

Alfred Pennyworth has experienced many things at the infamous Wayne Gala's. He's found front page affairs in the bathroom, watched Master Dick swing from the million-dollar chandelier, and personally pulled out a shotgun at the Joker.

He has not, in fact, had one of the suspiciously young looking busser ask him if he's a captive to his employer and pseudo-son.

New opportunities every day, Alfred supposes.

"I believe you will have to elaborate, young man." He replied, crisply. It wasn't the most peculiar thing he had been asked, not even this month, but it certainly got his attention.

"You know. The thread between you and him. If he's holding you hostage or something, I can help you." The boy— yes, now that the man had gotten a closer inspection, it was certainly more child than man— gestured vaguely to something only they could see.

It took a moment to surmise his meaning, before Alfred's eyes narrowed.

Alfred was, although unnoticeable to the mortal eye, magical. He had been raised such, learned from gentle corrections and yellowed tomes of spells. When he had raised Bruce, still small and irate at the world, he had formed what one would call a bond. It bound himself to the boy, strengthening over the years, until he couldn't hide its existence like the others without concentration.

An untrained mind could easily mistake a cord into a chain. Heroic of the lad to ask, if unplaced and a touch dangerous.

"I am quite alright." He assured after a moment, and the relief that panned across the boy's face made him reevaluate his appearance. Short, skinnier than Alfred would prefer, and twitchy eyes and hair that had not been cut, leaving it stringy, hung over eyes too bright of blue to be normal. "Are you, lad?"

He looked uncared for in the way that raised the hairs on the older man's neck. A light probing for the busboy's tethers— whether to family, guardians or something else— came back with naught. His frown deepened.

It was imperative that children, until their brains fully developed and abilities settled, had something to anchor their magic. Families and organizations were remarkably protective of their young; for good reason: untended minors were easy pickings for cults and even more ill intents.

"Me?" His laugh did not strike as genuine when it came out. "Mister, I'm fine. I better get back to work though. Don't need them yelling at me, y'know?" A jerk of his thumb back towards the industrial kitchen areas beside the banquet hall.

"I understand, young man." Alfred did not in this situation; where were his guardians? "If I may— can I inquire your name?"

The boy's hand came to lift to the back of his neck. He did not need to be magical to read the mild anxiety radiating off of him.

"It's Daniel, er, Danny. Danny Nightingale." Was what the lad said, before pivoting and fleeing back to his work without another second.

Alfred supposed he had plenty of room if Master Bruce— doubtfully— wasn't fancying another addition to their ever-growing family.

Because as strange as Daniel was, there was something deeper at play.

[apatheticsunday]

Lost & Found

AKA "Jason stumbles upon DILF!Danny threatening Vlad at a charity ball. He kinda-sorta falls in love (and his kid is pretty cool, too)." Dead on Main pre-slash prompt!

To say Jason hates attending charity galas is an understatement. Unfortunately, ever since he legally came back from the dead and took a position at the Martha Wayne Foundation as an social outreach coordinator, it's mandatory. (At least attendees tend to take one look at the infamous white streak in his hair and steer clear of him. It's an open secret that Red Hood is Jason Todd-Wayne, if only because it's too inconvenient to dye his hair.)

That's why it's so surprising when someone - a little someone - slams into the back of his knees with a childish shout of, "Hey, mister!"

It's a little girl (maybe 10-ish?) with white-blond hair pleated into a messy braid, big watery blue eyes, and a death-grip on his dress pants. "C'mon! C'mon!" She yanks at him until he acquiesces and stumbles toward one of the hallways. Maybe she needs help finding the bathroom?

"This creep wants to kidnap me!"

Ah, fuck. Jason really, really hopes he won't have to go Red Hood at the Wayne gala. (He will if he finds out there's a creep gunning for children, though. He's sure Bruce won't mind too much. Probably.)

"Hold on," Jason tugs them to a stop and kneels down to eye-level. Her expression contorts into an angry pout. He keeps his voice calm and low like he does when speaking with the street kids. "Kid, who wants to kidnap you? Where's your mom and dad?"

The kid rolls her eyes like he's stupid, which... okay, that's kinda funny. He presses his lips together to stop the instinctual twitch of a smile. Be serious, Jason.

"I don't have a mom. My dad's here. I went to get some lemonade and the fruitloop kept tryin' to get me to go with him! But he's creepy and doesn't have my toothpaste!"

Okay, unpacking the toothpaste comment later. "Who's your dad? We'll find him and I'll take care of the... fruitloop." Jason holds out his hand, letting her choose to unclench his pants and instead hold his hand. She eyes him critically before huffing a dramatic sigh, rolling her eyes so hard her little head goes wobbling with it, and clasps his hand. This time, Jason doesn't stop himself from a little smile. She's definitely a snarky little kid.

"My dad's Danny Fenton 'an I'm Ellie." Ellie pauses before squinting at him, asking, "An' who're you?"

"Jason Todd-Wayne. Let's go find your dad, kid."

It turns out finding Mr. Fenton was easier than expected since Ellie was actually bringing him to her father to "help beat up the creep". ("Why didn't you just say that, kid?" "Hey, you're the one who questioned me! What are you, a cop?") What Jason doesn't expect is seeing a well-built man in a fitted dark suit, white-blond hair slicked back into a side part, and small silver galaxy piercings. It takes a second to realize the man is pinning an older man to the wall, growling with such a deep baritone that it practically vibrates in Jason's bones.

"-carve your core out of your goddamn corpse, Vlad. Where. Is. My. Daughter?" Mr. Fenton punctuates each word by tightening his grip on the other man's throat, eyes shining a deadly green (Lazarus, acidic and burning, Jason's mind whispers, it makes his gut clench and his palms sweat and his breath stutter). His heart is beating quickly, Mr. Masters opens his mouth, and-

"Dad!" Ellie practically screams. Both men's attention snap to her, answering with a simpering "little badger" and relieved "Ellie!" simultaneously. Mr. Fenton practically flings Mr. Masters to the side with no effort before enveloping Ellie in a bear hug. One she returns with equal fervor. "Dad, I brought a protection spirit to help you!"

Mr. Fenton's eyes snap to Jason and... soften. Slightly. Still intense with the chokehold protectiveness of a father, assessing, but with a sort of empathy that feels too... too much. Too aware, like Mr. Fenton can see straight into Jason's soul and finds kinship there.

"Mr. Wayne-," Mr. Fenton starts.

"Jason Todd-Wayne. Just Jason." He keeps his voice steady and low.

"Danny Fenton. Just Danny, then. Thank you for finding Ellie. I'd thought-," Danny turns to Mr. Masters, squinting and clenching his jaw for a moment. Mr. Masters scoffs and brusquely smooths the wrinkles from his suit collar but wisely doesn't say anything. Danny's eyes find Jason's again. They're almost hypnotic. "Anyways, thank you. You don't know how much it means to me."

"I do," Jason finds himself saying. The weight of his words feels strangely heavy. There's something buzzing and screaming at him, saying this interaction is important, to tread carefully. Like a promise and an acceptance and something other-worldly. He means say something like just doing my civic duty, you're welcome. Instead (to his own stupefaction and befuddlement), he says, "You're my duty."

To which he watches Danny's face immediately go slack with shock, Mr. Master's stifled sputter of outrage, and Ellie giggles. (Jason will never live this down, oh my god.)

(Fortunately, Danny invites him for coffee after the gala. Unfortunately, he also explains he's not quite... entirely human. And neither his Jason. And Jason may have just pledged allegiance to the fucking Ghost King??)

((Also, Jason absolutely puts Vladmir Masters on his kill-on-sight list after Danny explains Vlad is a 'family friend' who often tormented him growing up and occasionally tries to kidnap his daughter. Red Hood may or may not have been sighted in Wisconsin setting a certain millionaire's mansion on fire.))

[tizzydew]

Meet-cutes are ruining my life so I am here to share it with you too or something like that.. I may have lost the plot its like four in the morning please dont judge me T-T

The chime jingles overhead as yet another customer drifts into the cozy atmosphere of the 'Coffee Den', a quaint cafe located in one of the many back alleys of Gotham. It was relatively empty though. Not because of its location, nope most Gothamites were well accustomed to the usual mugging with a casual stabbing here and there. Oh and lets not forget about the rouges. Rather it was because of the ungodly hours of the morning that this customer had drifted in at. 

It was during that sweet hour where most rouges were off to bed or whatever they do at this hour and citizens were beginning to wake. The bliss-filled time where Gotham seemed to quiet down and breathe lighter even if just for a moment.

"Welcome to the coffee Den, where everyone is a friend. What can I getcha?" Danny inquired without looking up from where he was listing off ingredients that needed to be restocked by the person on the shift after his. The greeting meant to be upbeat and peppy however it was 4:30 AM and all he was thinking of was crashing in bed until he would inevitably be awoken to repeat the dull cycle his life had turned into after unforeseen circumstances lead to him living in Gotham.

Usually those working the nightshift were meant to be on strict alert but well.. Even though he wasn't a born and raised Gothamite, Danny wasn't too perturbed by the concept of 'life threatening danger' despite what his managers had tried drilling into him when he applied for this job.

"Mm, Do you have anything with enough caffeine to kill a man?" A tired voice grumbled back earning a snort from Danny in leue of a proper response, having heard this joke a thousand times over by now. However when the customer seriously waits for a response Danny sighs.

"Legally? Nothing I can sell you." A response that earns a groan of disappointment from the stranger, bringing a slightly amused smile to Danny's lips. 

"Then.. what do you recommend?" 

"Well… It's not enough caffeine to kill you but it's close enough. Would you like a Grim's Grip?" Danny responded after a moment of thought, brain a bit foggy with the need for sleep but remembering the drink fairly quickly considering it wasn't even on the menu anymore. Still though it was his favorite drink, coming close to a straight ecto-shot.. just more fit for human consumption.

For what it's worth, Tim was exhausted. Fresh from patrol and straight into Ceo duties without so much of a break, granted he could theoretically take one if he just disposed of all the sources of his issues but nooo B just had to draw the hard line at murder. Not that B would know if he… No no no, god he needed coff-

Maybe that's why he had forgotten how to think for a few seconds when he finally really looked at the barista running the nightshift. Snapping back to functionality when the guy recommended a drink. That said, his functionality was at best at a solid 7% at the moment.

"Yeah, can I have three and maybe your number too?" Smooth. Tim was certain that if his caffeine intake or his vigilante activities didn't take him out first then it would surely be his shame later when he was coherent enough to really process this moment. For now though he only really blinks tiredly and continues on with that thousand yard stare he gives the second any adrenaline he had gained from his nightly activities wore off.

"Mhm? The coffee? For sure. My number? Well that's reserved only for high paying regulars." The guy grins in amusement without looking up from whatever he was doing behind the counter. Probably typing up Tim's order. Wow, he's pretty, is shooting him down and had not even glanced at him once… totally his type.

"That'll be $42.36. Can I get a name for the order?" 

He didn't even really think before swiping his card, mouth unfortunately moving faster than his brain for a second but to be fair his brain was quite sluggish at the moment.

"Tim Drake-Wayne." A response that earns a snort of amusement.

"Sure dude and I'm Bruce Wayne." Yet he writes the name on one of the cups anyways, already moving to get started on Tim's order. A fair reaction to someone showing up in a back alley cafe and claiming to be a billionaire ceo after asking for your number. Still his stupid stupid idiotic mouth just has to keep running.

"Please.. B wishes." He mutters with a snort. Maybe to the rest of Gotham the man was hot, but to him? His totally not dad that is technically his dad could never. 

"To be a broke college student working their ass off at 3AM instead of snoozing away in pristine satin sheets like I usually do, y'know 'cause I'm toootally Bruce Wayne?" The Barista sassed with a little eyeroll he probably thought Tim couldn't see. Perhaps he wasn't too fond of Billionaires. Tim gets it, 'eat the rich' and all that.. Maybe the guy could eat- no no, shut up brain.

It was amusing to Danny, usually people who came in and tried to flirt with him were a bit more.. well lets call it 'present'. But no, this dude sounded half dead. Ironic coming from him of all people. 

"Three Grim's grips for one tootally Tim Drake-" He teased with a little snort as he finished preparing the guy's order, finally looking at him only to momentarily freeze up. Because oh-

The identity fraudster was hot.

Messy hair, slightly gothic skate punk aesthetic and eyebags that made him look like he had a natural smokey eye. Okay maybe Sam and Tucker were onto something with saying he might have a type.

Having to blink a few times to remember that he had been speaking as the dude owlishly stares at him, already sleepily half reaching for one of the drinks Danny had been placing on the counter. Still he could only really stare as the guy sipped on his coffee, terrible at flirting with those he perceived as attractive - something he had learnt from prior experience. Wait no he is not meant to be flirting. Lock in Danny!

"I totally am Tim Drake tho.." The poor guy muttered, sounding bewildered and generally confused as he looked at Danny.

"You have an interesting sense of humor." Danny snorts before he could catch himself, the quip out his mouth before it could register in his head. Which, a bad habit but he was nineteen and running off of sarcasm, sass, and spite to be fair.

Tim got the inkling that the pretty stranger wasn't from Gotham, or maybe just wasn't interested in the news.. which was impossible because all Gothamites were nosey. It was like their developed self protection mechanism, afterall the more you knew you didn't know the easier it was to protect yourself in Gotham. A careful balance of knowing enough to protect yourself and knowing as little as possible to not end up on someone's chopping block.

"If it's interesting, would you humor me with your name?" Ah yes Tim, because asking like someone from a bygone era was surely the way to go.

"What if you steal it though?" Valid. Wait no, he wasn't an identity thief. He was Tim Drake.. or atleast last he checked. He was wracking his brain for a witty response yet before he could come up with anything his phone was buzzing reminding him that he had places he needed to be since he even got to here.

"Fair. Keep your secrets beautiful." He murmured out distractedly, with a smile that he didn't know was unfairly charming. Running his hand through already messy hair before picking up the to go tray with his two other coffees, mind already in a million places. Yet more pressingly he remembers to leave the guy a hefty tip. 

..Because he wanted to prove his identity, not because the other had mentioned his number being for high paying regulars. No, definitely not. Just like he wouldn't be returning another time after patrol as soon as he got the chance. That said, the coffee here is really good.. Yup the coffee. That he certainly drank a lot of.

"Can high paying, soon to be regulars expect you to be on the same shift tomorrow?" He asked just to be sure, pretending his face didn't warm slightly when the other actually let out a laugh at his question. 

"Pft- oh yeah. It's my favorite shift, want me to have your drink ready at around the same time?" Oh.. Oh he hadn't fucked up, he was actually expected to return. Okay. 

"Mhm. Then see you soon." 

[vellcielle404]

CameraMan [Dead Tired Prompt]

After a revelation gone wrong, and with the help of Team Phantom, Danny starts a new life as Danny Nightingale. But the thing about starting over is that you're broke as fuck. And trying to get a decent job in Gotham is like looking for help in a haystack.

By divine intervention, a newspaper hits Danny in the face as he's walking back to his shitty apartment in Crime Alley.

«Gotham Gazette has a vacancy for a photographer. Position secured if you get a clear shot of any of the Bats and Birds.»

Danny knows this is his moment, so he pulls a Peter Parker: Using what little money he had left (a gift from Sam before leaving), he buys the most decent camera he can afford and, using his powers, takes the most impressive photos he can of the vigilantes.

Danny doesn't know how difficult it is to photograph them, so when he shows up with his briefcase full of these photos— needless to say, he's shocked that the newspaper's publicity stunt was real.

Thus begins CameraMan's journey, being closely followed by a certain Bat who is very intrigued by the mysterious and hot photographer.

[thatrandomsarahchick]

Dcxdp prompt

I know i see a lot of Danny hating the Joker on sight and immediately feral raccoon attacking him, but consider this - Joker has died a couple of times now.

Extremely liminal Joker seeing Danny and having his fight instincts kick in.

He'll be mid speech and race off to square up against this random guy.

Joker goes to walk past the coffee shop Danny's in and jumps through the window to attack him.

Joker is hiding from the Bats as he plants bombs in the sewers when he passes directly underneath Danny. He goes straight for the nearest manhole and climbs out to chase him down.

Meanwhile, Danny is taking these attacks entirely in human form. Joker is entirely hind-braining it, so the combat skills his mum taught him are enough to hold off the deranged clown until a Bat or a Bird can come and take him. He hasn't needed to go ghost or use any overtly obvious powers, so from the outside it looks like Joker has just decided to hate this one civilian in particular, and the civilian is using skills from self defence classes to survive the attacks.

Danny meanwhile is more annoyed than anything. He's just trying to live his best half- life, and this stupid clown cannot get past his first instincts enough to even be civil enough to talk. He can't even get a coffee in peace! Every time the Joker comes up to him, he's so visibly annoyed about it. He's asked once why he doesn't just move it hide away when the guy breaks out, and he responds "honestly? It's more of an inconvenience than anything else. I'm more annoyed at having to walk the long way along Robinson Park because I have a deathly allergy to one of Ivy's flower gardens."

[lettaniko]

Finally finished this piece after months of reworking. Far from perfect, but I’m glad it’s done. Inspired by the amazing Bruno Redondo, Dan Mora, and especially Dexter Soy.

[tizzydew]

Danny and Kara

So I just learnt that apparently Poison Ivy was Supergirl's first kiss so I bring you this.

Kara had thought it no issue raising the baby wonderwoman entrusted to her, something something ancients and whatever whatever Amazonian ancestors yada yada yada. She truly hadn't been listening, back then but she distinctively recalled Diana saying to take care of a baby. A Baby. She had thought she would just be watching it for a bit at most a year or two but noo.

Right now she was staring down the teenage brat she had worked hard to raise herself and couldn't help but wonder where she went wrong. Pinching the bridge of her nose she can't help but sigh as she speaks with a certain patience she had only learnt during raising Danny.

"Danny-"

"Okay but-"

"Danny-"

"I just think-"

"Daniel."

Finally the teenager would stiffen, not used to her calling him by his proper name as she only did so when she was deeply upset at him which she clearly wasn't at the moment. Stopping his anxious pacing and defensive muttering to stare up at the exasperated Kryptonian.

"Do you really like this Sam girl?" Kara questions, long since accustomed to her son's fleeting fascinations and crushes. The Sam girl in question? Someone he met online a few months ago.

"Well, she's really cool and she's super into plants and she's an activist for the stuff she's passionate about which just so happens to be plants but-"

Kara didn't hear the rest, face blanking over a long since forgotten memory of her wild youth and resists the urge to cringe in embarrassment over it. Sure she had learned she was immune to synthetic kryptonite from it but goddamn it. 

"What's that expression?-" Danny would pause to ask after noticing Kara's face before his way too intelligent and sassy fifteen year old brain locks in on an explanation. "-Oh my god no way!"

"No. Before you say anything-"

"Poison Ivy!"

"No."

"No way, and you were all worried about Sam?"

"It wasn't like that. Besides, as I have said do what I say and not what I do."

"Yeah cause otherwise I would be doing Poison Ivy-"

"Daniel!"

[angels-changeling]

Jason's ghost form, from chapter 20 of Cold Cases and Colder Cores

[bigfatbreak]

How would felinette react to canonish Lila and Chloe? I can imagine felinette meeting the two and immediately putting the fear of god in them.

she won't do anything unless its at 100% to save c!marinette's sanity and reputation but she SAYS a WHOLE LOT

[tizzydew]

New fixation just dropped-

[tizzydew]

Writing ideas I thought about but haven't expanded on since I haven't had time to write.

-Cass is definitely the one that runs the Wayne household, why? Cause everyone listens to her.. And she is scary which is exactly why nobody questions their sudden newly acquired sibling.

-Damian's favorite sibling is Tim and he gets embarrassed whenever it is brought up by anyone else which is funny because Tim is intelligent in everything other than Damian and so it just flies over his head.

-Danny opened a flower shop after coming to Gotham, selling flowers from the infinite realms that filter the ambient corrupted ectoplasm abundant in Gotham. He only sells out because his most frequent (only) customer is Dick Grayson who is supposed to be in Bludhaven but is head over heels for the adorable florist who seemed to know more about stars than flowers judging by the fact that most of the flowers seem dead (badum tss).

-Steph and Danny meet, share grievances about the rich and immediately become best friends before deciding to make that everyone's problem.

-Tim has adopted a child.. Said child looks like his carbon copy.. He has said nothing to imply that Danny is adopted.

-Duke is head over heels for his astrology nerd deskmate and is now learning with the help of Tim to control his meta abilities to light up in the pattern of the constellations. Bruce doesn't know this and nearly has a heart attack when he walks into the cave and finds what he assumes to be Duke willing to be Tim's lab experiment.

-Despite all the Jane Austen literature Jason consumes, he becomes a bumbling fool in front of King Phantom's allure and is literally tripping over himself foot in mouth but Danny couldn't be more oblivious.

-Damian and Danny are beefing over something nonexistent and have decided that being at each other's throat is a valid love language. Everyone is worried.

-Jason's new right hand man is kinda scary and Bruce is not having a good time.

-Bruce has never in his life been more offended and clocked than when he ran into Damian's Chemistry teacher this afternoon. That said he managed to get a dinner date with a rather sassy man.

-Cass and Danny are partners in crime.. Justice? Anyways, less crime happens in Gotham.. Not because the criminals are reformed but rather they are just genuinely afraid.

-Damian's new friend is.. well he is strange but nothing Tim does to prove it succeeds and he just knows that the little shit he now knew as Danny Fenton was doing it purely to spite him.

…I am probably going to never actually fully flush any of these out lol-

[dcxdpdabbles]

Maddie: How was your day, kids?

Jazz: Pretty good. I got the approvals I needed for the blood drive I'm organizing.

Jack: That's great Jazzy-pants. What about you Danny?

Danny: I found a new world to explore in the Ghost Zone. Similar to ours in almost every way except for the fact they're about three thousand years behind ours, and they confused me for a god.

Maddie: Daniel Fenton, what did we say about starting cults?

Danny: It was an accident! Besides, it's not like I'm going back there for a while. Their time also runs way faster then ours so I think those humans will forget. Whats the worst that could happen?

Maddie: You don't know that for sure. Thats why we put the "No starting cults" rule, young man.

Jack: Its going to be fine, Maddie. Cults spring up and die all the time. Now Jazz, tell us more about that blood drive.

Three years later:

Danny: Hey its the doorway to that cult world. I wonder how much it changed?

Tim walking around wearing a golden coin with Phantom's image: *Gasp* GOD!?

Danny: Oh....the cult exploded into a full blown religion. Thats...okay.

[tizzydew]

When you are trying to have a hobby but literally everything else is like no. T^T