Red, Opossum, Chocolate And Peanut Butter.

Death hates you as their ex SO MUCH and NEVER WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE AGAIN. You never die, problem solved.

She took my ability to die in the divorce

emails with “[AO3] Comment on _____” in the subject line give me a better dopamine rush than hard drugs ever will

The papers are detailed and written like a contract. These are the Bat adoption papers after all, for taking home kids that might be broken, damaged, or otherwise untrusting.

Danny takes out a pen, crosses some things out, writes some other stuff in, and hands them back.

Batman looks them over. "The undue contact with billionaires may be hard, but I'll do my best," He passes them back over to Danny. Danny writes an amendment and hands them back. "Hm. I would do this anyways, but thank you for the clarification. I agree,"

Danny takes the papers back and smiles before signing. "The punching billionaires who creep on me amendment was the most important one anyways,"

Well since i got tricked into the fandom anyway, may as well make art about it.

If feel like this has the implication that under control, Danny is able to shake it for short periods of time. Just enough to help. But the rest of the time? Very much mind controlled.

When Nightwing was just breaking off on his own, one of the first cases he managed by himself was that of a circus come to blüdhaven to steal valuables off the wealthy residents. Dick eventually realized the connection, and with the strained and sporadic help of a cheerful white haired performer, manages to realize their ringmaster Freakshow was controlling them with a crystal ball staff. He breaks it to set them free and arrests Freakshow for possession of stolen goods and that seems like the end of it.

That is, until years later when he's working with the Justice League and they seize a truck full of those self-same crystal balls.

With a national uptick in seemingly impossible crimes, Dick has to somehow get back in contact with the Mysterious white haired boy from Circus Gothica and ask for his help to stop who's responsible for mass producing these orbs and freeing the secretive species of people they seem to control.

Reblog if you think fanfiction is a legitimate form of creative writing.

Duke: Why are you glowing so much?!

Danny: Probably the radioactive hotdogs I had for lunch. Want some?

Duke: No, not particularly.

Danny moves to Gotham and the batfam picks up on the weird guy who sometimes glows green. So they all try to interrogate him but instead of taking it seriously he just treats it like a casual conversation and responds to the invasive questions with the oddest shit possible.

Batman *standing in the dark corner like a demented Halloween decoration*: are you a meta?

Danny: nope

Batman: so I'm supposed to believe the green energy beams are normal human abilities?

Danny *half his body in the fridge fighting something*: yeah my hometown wasn't super strict on zoning laws

Dick *opening up Danny's Starbucks tumbler*: so,,, green ooze‽

Danny: it's better warm, let it thaw a little.

Jason: what do you know about the Lazarus Pits?

Danny *with a gun to his head*: sorry man, armpits don't really do it for me.

Jason *trying not to laugh and ruin the creep factor*: no, in Nanda Parbattm

Danny: where's that, Arizona?

Stephanie: so you're not gonna like, drag Gotham into hell are you?

Danny: been there done that 0/10 would not reccomend

Stephanie: good enough for me.

Damian *with a katana trying to look scary*: what is your association with the league of assassins?

Danny *on three hours of sleep*: ass, ass, ins.

Damian: what?

Danny: that's how you spell it.

Tim: so, friends with any questionably immortal creepy old men?

Danny: friends is a strong word, but yeah.

Tim: tell me about it.

Buddy, you're just inbuilding your own child leash. You're going to forget that's there, try to charge off to do something ill advised, and choke yourself. Batman didn't tell you because he knows, that even for only one time, he will have a child leash for Robin, and if he could do it every day, he would.

Batman should probably tell the baby bird that tying their capes together has been tried before and that the prank is going to backfire on him as spectacularly as it did on the flippy bird

“Oh my god you’re a writer? Can I read your stuff?”

CALLED OUT

i used to be too shy to interact w fanfic authors, but after i finally started to do so, that i realised they're the same @ me