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people from amity park are feral

I fucking love fics when people from amity park go to Gotham 'crime fucking central' City, and they are the craziness thing to happen.

A joker attack? They just collectively beat the shit out of him and his goons. They don't even fight them in like an actual fight. It just chaos. Fucking lightsavers, tackling, kicking the shins, biting. Their's no dignity left for the joker and his men.

The riddler? Someone just punchs him to hard and he's down for the count. That mans dead.

Scarecrow? They just goesn't breath in the fear gas and hits him with a pan or something.

they are the menaces of Gotham now. Danny doesn't even be phantom in Gotham, he's just a normal guy to these people. It just danny and his classmates. The villains have never known peace since. And the poor bats or trying to find this feral group of children, who seem to have no safe for themselves.

Hello I just realized that I never really introduced myself! So hello, My name is Tyler and I go by He/they pronouns. I am transgender and gay and I am also a minor. Some things I like are Greek Mythology, General history, floriography, FNaF, Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss, DnD, and Marvel/DC. Some of my skills include sewing (sometimes), writing, baking, making soap, and cooking. I probably will only be putting things about Floriography, Greek Mythology, history, baking, eventually some of my soaps, and maybe some of my sewing projects. My favorite musical artists are Penelope Scott, Pentatonix, Madilyn Mei, Chappell Roan, Melanie Martinez, Cavetown, and Beetlebug. I enjoy fictional books mostly but I also will sometimes read nonfiction books, they just don’t typically grab my attention as much. My friends and I keep a collection of quotes and I might share some of them here, with peoples permission of course. I’ll also probably share some funny moments from the DnD campaigns that I am in. I am here for anyone who needs a friend to talk to, especially after the 2024 elections, so please feel free to reach out if you ever need support! That’s all about me, I hope you have a lovely day/afternoon/night.

I am bored and learnd about ghotam high and I am angy about it not realising coz it would be fire and corny and fire.

so I am gone try making smal storys in that univers or aomething like that starting tomorow coz its night.

A message for DC writers:

If you make a ‘hero’ an abuser (some Batman runs), a pedophile (you know what you did, Hal), a racist, a bigot, an all around terrible person, you haven’t written a hero, you’ve written a bad person who does acts of good occasionally.

Thank you.

MEGAN THEE STALLION AS COMIC STARFIRE?!??! I’M SO HAPPY!!! PEOPLE HAVE BEEN USING HER AS REFERENCES FOR STARFIRE, BUT NOW THAT SHE COSPLAYED HER WE ARTISTS DON’T NEED TO IMAGINE IT ANYMORE!!!

See here’s the thing, I personally dislike Damian’s design in Batman and Robin (2023) cause it looks too much like Tim, however I would like to propose an adorable headcanon that keeps me from hating it: He thought Tim’s hair was cool so he got the same hairstyle, but will never tell Tim.

If none of you understood what I meant by my last post, here’s the introductions in the umbrella academy. There’s no video of the first introduction scene on youtube so I had to put the sparrow academy, and a comparison video instead. Sorry

WIP of Harley Quinn ♦️🖤♦️

I love the Harley Quinn show so I wanted to draw something inspired by it ☺️ I plan to ink and color it too

Does anyone need fic recs? This is just from 2024 BTW, that's how much fanfic I consume in a year. I got (mostly) MHA (seriously, i can recommend hundreds of MHA fics), JJK, HP, a few DCs, mostly DC x Danny Phantom or Spiderman, and some Mystic Messenger

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What Fictional Character Penetrates Your Inner Soul

idk just what fictional character you act like i guess

Wanna know what character you are????

A Clown met a Doctor at the asylum one day, and asked if she wanted to be free. The Doctor replied that it was the Clown who was the prisoner, but alas, she was already intrigued. The Doctor spoke with the Clown again, and again, as he told her of the freedom of the mind, from limits, from morals, from sanity. Carefully the Clown led the Doctor closer and closer to the edge. He told her he loved her, but he laughed as he said it. Down, down, down… The Doctor fell and was reborn, a Jester after his image.

DCXDP or regular DC writing prompt!

Cross country road trip with (a very reluctant) John Constantine.

Constantine didn’t want to pick up a hitchhiker, but they were very persistent, and he could tell something was up with either them or the situation, his ‘occult senses’ were tingling.

Bonus points if it’s Danny or Dani/Ellie that hitches a ride!

I just finished Gotham (the series) and I fucking hated it

Let me explain...

The first season was good, it showed penguin origin, how he started becoming a villain entangled with the Gotham mafia and all, how GCPD was corrupted through the core and all of that, it even showed villain characters in their pre-villain like Edward Nygma (the Riddler) and others...

But then, the seacon season came and they inteoduced Mr Freeze (my favorite villain), at the start of the small arc it was good, they showed why he was doing crime, his experiments, his moral and all... and his wife, the wife that in the canon stays alive, even if in ice, because of her illnesses, right?

Well, iin Gotham, for some reason, they decided to kill her, and that's when everything went down. The series continues for a total of 5 seasons

Don't get me wrong, they didn't ruin every villain (like my poor Mr Freeze) but like a good half of it, but some stayed good, or at least decently good, like: Penguin, The Riddler, Firefly, Scarecrow, The Mad Hatter (in some way), Joker (for a half, because at the start was good, then ruined it, then in the last episode made it good again) Others... well... Not so much, they even killed a bunch that appear in the Batman canon.

But in all off this mess, the last episode of the last season (so the episode where Batman kinda of appears) was good, not really good, but good. They tried to close and open some storylines, but still the end was good.

And just to say, they Killed Ra's Al Ghul (not once but twice), and used Nyssa Raatko (and called her Nyssa Al Ghul and proclaimed sole heir, so she's an only child?) and not Talia Al Ghul, just to say.

So would I suggest to watch the series? Nah, not really, if you want to explore a little but of the villain backgrounds, especially Penguin and the Riddler, then yeah, you'll maybe like it, but for the rest? Nah.

But this is just my opinion, do what you want with it.

Batman fic rec

I need some batman fic rec about a kind of general propt:

Batman isn't in the justice league, and they want to invite him in it, that's it, I found like only one fic about it, but batman and the birds were like unded... I was searching for one with like a normal batman, but that didn't join the justice league and I couldn't find any, so I'm asking you people

Found this sound on tik tok and thought about my other OC and made a little animation it's poorly timed but Eh...

I fully support Tim being a caffeine addict, just not a coffee one. This is because I’ve been someone who self medicated with sugar and energy drinks, fizzy drinks and fatty food, and that is like Tim Drake.

Cheap and easy ways to get through a day like having take out instead of cooking a meal so he has more time to work on cases or instead of having a shower to wake him up in the morning he has a Redbull or snacks on a bag of candies.

It’s the small, almost unnoticeable high you get from eating sweets that I think he likes. He’s not the type to acknowledge his flaws or problems, even without being a Bat it’s just not how he’s written very often unless it’s something big, so I think using sugar as a means of anti-depressant is more in lined with who he is. I’m pretty its dopamine you get but don’t quote me on that one.

Also people use treats and Zesti’s as bribes when they piss him off and that’s just a a fact.

Plus, he canonically hates the taste of coffee so it just makes sense.

I’m trying to read more of the comics buts it’s so hard to find things in the right order and timeline, but this is something that seems pretty typical of Tim Drake as well as just a teenager/young adult.

Plus I’ve been doing that a lot lately and I like projecting onto him lol

Tim who can and will sleep anywhere.

It’s not just a matter of falling asleep at his desk or while at the dinner table, though those things do happen.

No, he’s fallen asleep in the middle of a sparring. He had a tired look on his face while going agasint Dick and then shrugged and said, “we’ll finish later.” Then laid down right there and went to sleep.

He’s been found in some odd places, most of which are not at all comfortable.

Some examples being:

The floor of the kitchen, with a packet of chips gripped in his hand like a lifeline and his legs tucked up under him like a frog.

Under Bruce’s bed and he was only found before sometimes he snores like a little kitten.

In the trunk of Dick’s car after he made it back to Blud. He even had a line of drool coming from his mouth as his brother promptly freaked out.

On top of the fridge during a big heat wave, half dangling off with his arms and legs over the side and head tilted at an off angle.

In the shower’s of the cave with the water running over his head as he curled into a ball, leaving Jason to go in and be faced with Tim’s pale ass staring at him. (He panicked and instead of Turing away he kicked Tim in the ass and was not sorry for even a second. He’s traumatised.)

In Barbara’s chair. She didn’t even notice him come into the tower until he was crawling into her lap and gave her a mumbled greeting before conking out instantly, somehow bypassing her security which he genuinely cannot do normally.

In the pool room with his feet in the water and socks on his hands for some unknown reason.

He doesn’t do it unless he feels safe, and he’s easy to wake up in cases of an emergency, and so everyone feels sort of proud when he chooses them. It’s not always he seeks someone out, but most members of the family start checking under their bed and in their closest (he got quite a few jokes after that one) just in case they have been Chosen.

Most people think it’s not often he sleeps without being exhausted, but he’s a power napper and will take any chance he has free to do so.

You must be careful moving him because he tends to smack people. He will push and whine at you if you try, grumbling like a petulant teenager about needing out ‘five more minutes’. Damian learnt this the hard way when he tried to move Tim from his bedroom doorway and Tim kicked him in the shin.

He can be calmed down if you put chamomile tea under his nose but this might wake him up in a mood as he demands more tea for being disturbed.

Bruce made it a rule that Tim must be checked on if he hasn’t said or done anything for a while after he was found under the Batmobile in a plank position.

When Tim is seven, they have a parent career day at his school. The point of the project is to showcase to other classmates, staff and the parents and families that visit what their parent or parents do for a living.

A lot of the students have businesmen for dads and stay at home mums, as typical for the high class, but not all of them do. Some are CEO’s, some own a unique company or business, or got their wealth from sports or entertainment.

For Tim, his parents have two very unique jobs even if they are technically from generational wealth, that being Drake Industries that creates medical supplies as well as funds vehicles like ambulances and fire trucks. Stuff that looks great on paper and gets them support even if the two care little for it and more for their second form of income.

Janet was more into the archeology that showed history in culture and progression of society, story telling and proof of civilisations, while Jack was far more fond of the animals that existed or still do and how they have changed.

So naturally, Tim excitedly chose to talk about their extensive work in the latter.

Janet had single handedly proved several historical theories true and false, her unrelenting determination to proving she was right and using her connections and charming nature to do so.

Jack had discovered a whole new dinosaur that he named after his wife, as well as being one of the loudest in discussion of such beings and their feathers.

Tim found he enjoyed his mother’s work most, as cool as dinosaurs were, because his mother had taught him about how ropes and cogs were once all the ‘technology’ anyone had.

So, Tim Drake set about showcasing his mums hard work and after being denied brining a rare pot she had found, he decided to make a copy of it out of clay in the schools art room. The teacher helped him with dry hands and a kind smile, excited on his behalf as he so clearly enjoyed the process and seeing how else clay crafts were used.

Tim stood proudly at his table, several paragraphs written out and printed out for people to read about his parents achievements and a diagram of the skeletal structure his father had discovered not long after Tim was born. Many people praised him, saying how well he did for such a young age, only to be even more awed when he explained he made the pot himself and it wasn’t the real deal, but a replica.

It depicted Aphrodite as she stood over roses, at the time white but some clearly darkening as the thrown cut her foot, while she made her way over to a figure that was known to be Adonis as he laid dying from a boar beside him. It looked very simpler to real Greek art, though of course a little wonky and with less dirt and ancient clay, but the pottery was exceptional by a child’s hand. Hell, even a teenager.

Tim was so very happy, waiting patiently for his parents to come and see what he had done, how he had shown everyone in his school how cool and clever they were and even made some of the olde kris look at him with jealousy, but…

They never came.

Not because they were hurt or sick or worse, dead, but because they were too tired from their trip they had gotten back from a week ago.

But Tim was a Drake, he wouldn’t show his growing anxiety and fear, instead he stood tall and spoke animatedly too anyone who would listen and avoided questions on where Janet and Jack were just like they had taught him to when pushed for sensitive information.

Tim took the pot home and Janet smiled at him, telling him it was ‘nice’.

She didn’t point out the errors or anything, said nothing bad and had no disgusted expression, she just… called it nice. And moved on.

Seven year old Tim smashed the pot against his bed room wall and cried his eyes out until he fell asleep.

When he woke up he came to a conclusion: he simply hadn’t done a good enough job and if he was more accurate, had less bumps and used more polish, he’d get a better reaction.

So that’s what he did.

The second pot got a confused brow furrow and he was asked why he was showing it again, after all they were busy people and they had already seen it?

Tim made a different one and got a similar answer to the first, though Jack did give him a pat on the head!

Tim decided to make a few, perfect his craft more, until he showed them more so he could truely wow them.

Yet a funny thing happened while he made his replica pots and bowls.

He started to have fun.

Soon it became known to the staff at his school that if you couldn’t find Timothy, he wasn’t flagging school, he was in the art room. Given he had such good grades and had plenty of friends, none of them had a problem with this as it wasn’t affecting him badly.

Tim made a mug for his art teacher that was shaped to look like a tree stump and asked for help to paint it from his friend Ives whose mother was an artist, who got tips from his mum and taught his friend how to shade and paint on canvas first.

As thanks, Tim made Ives a little clay mushroom charm that the other boy made into a bracelet.

Eventually Tim is having so much fun with his crafting he’s even having to buy creams and ointments so his hands don’t get so cracked and cry. He has a whole draw for his art clothes lest he get too many dirtied, as well as a shelf in the art room for his creations.

By the time he’s nine he hasn’t shown his parents many of his creations and while he enjoys the bits of praise he gets, the lacklustre response just bums his out, so he stops. They aren’t mad about it, nor are they really in favour of it, they just don’t seem to care all that much.

Tim knows better than to waste their time too much and just enjoys their company when he can.

When Tim becomes Robin he’s started commissions within his school and friend group, including a smoking tray for Kevin, a chess piece set for Wesley and a rose candle holder for Darla.

Ives gets the most bit that’s because he gives them to his mum as gifts.

He stops his craft while he trains, usually too tired to do so, but finds making simple vases and bowls is calming for his mind. Batman tells him he needs to have ways to detach from his night life so they don’t get too blurred, a mistake he himself made, and so Tim uses his clay craft to do that.

He makes Bruce a mug shaped like a bat for him to have in the cave and it’s the first thing that starts to break Bruce in regards to seeing Tim as more than just the new Robin.

Tim makes Alfred a kettle pot, a simple thing as it’s his first time doing so, and paints it with buttercups.

Barbara gets a big eye charm that has several little ones hanging off wires from its base. The window charm moves with her to the clock tower even years after.

He makes Dick an elephant with pink markings over it like the one he saw on the circus posters from The Flying Grayson’s. Dick still ain’t happy about there being someone in his brothers suit, not really, but he was never going to truely take that out on Tim and seeing the sweet gift left in his car makes him feel a little lighter.

It still hurts them all to see a young boy in their house that’s not Jason, but with Tim being so different they soon stop making the comparisons so much. There’s still damage down, words that will stick with Tim, but it’s not as bad.

Tim makes Cass whole collection of little things like a tiny duck and frog, as well as hats for them. He makes her a plate that’s just for her with a teddy bear curled around a heart, her initials on the back.

He makes Steph a stupidly intricately engraved brick all for the inside joke between them, but the way she cackled is well worth it.

His teammates get so many gifts he can’t count them all, though his favourite will be the mini versions of them he made and that they put as the centre piece of the towers dining table.

When Jason comes back he doesn’t make anything, not even when the misunderstandings have been cleared up. Jason openly refuses to change his violent ways even if he promises to be more friendly, but that’s not why. Tim is still so hurt at seeing his childhood hero so broken that he can’t bear to think of it, until he watches Bridgerton of all things and starts to think differently.

Tim comers how different Jason must feel and how lonely that must feel, so he makes him something special. It by all means looks like a book even it’s an all clay, though the bones and flowers over the binding give it away with their glistening. Jane Austin’s Sense and Sensibility was hard to paint, and that wasn’t never one of Tim’s strengths, so he doesn’t do the cover art and instead writes out the letters prettily and hopes it’s enough.

Jason never responds to the gift outwardly, but the way he ruffled Tim’s hair just to annoy the other tells him enough.

Duke gets three necklaces that piece together to make one big charm, blending together in a colourful spiral perfectly. One is for him, the other two for his catatonic parents. When he realises what Tim made them for her cries, hugging Tim so tightly he’s afraid he’ll pop.

Damian is the last to receive any gift, their rivalry far too strong, though it ironically Tim’s favourite.

The stump like cup has several little mushroom cups around its sides and set of dips fit for a paintbrush. Tim explains the centre is for water and the other parts made for water colour paints or even acrylic, though that will be harder to clean even with the setting spray.

Damian claims to not use it and only Alfred knows how he asks how to properly clean it without causing damage.

Tim never truely gets to show his parents his hobby, not even when his mum goes and he and his father get a little closer. It hurts him naturally, though when he spots an old high school friend at a coffee shop asking for a drink in her keep cup he made her, he decides that his city has given him what he needed. Gotham and its people, his friends and those who watched him grow up, they gave him the acknowledgment and encouragement he wanted from Jack and Janet.

It’s not perfect, his city isn’t, but neither was his first pot.

I made myself sad thinking about Tim being alone at his home when growing up and only having someone to talk to when he went to school and so I decided to make him a cat but because it’s Tim it’s not going to be that simple:

Instead:

Imagine Tim who accidently gets a witches familiar.

It starts when he’s six and his parents flight was delayed so he decides to use the extra time to go find some wild flowers in the backyard forest to bring them. He doesn’t know the space very well but he knows enough to make sure he can always see the manner he lives in and keeps a torch and a few snacks with him just in case.

When he first sees the shadow like figure in the corner of his eye the little boy freaks out but manages to calm down enough to take the dozen flowers he had and start heading back. He feels something watching him all the way home and that night when he looks out his window Dow he swears he see more movement.

He swears to leave it be because lords knows he’s too young to be dealing with ghost and monsters.

But there’s one problem that will never change in regards to Tim Drake: he’s too curious.

Once his parents leave again Tim is back on the border of the forest and calls out a cautious ‘hello?’ Into the small kingdom of trees.

Nothing happens and so the next time he brings an offering in the form of a pile of nuts, a pair of his mums earrings she had thrown in the bin because they were apparently unsightly after the turn of the century, as well as a marshmallow from his very secret and special stash.

The next day he found a four holed button the colour of one of the Aster flowers he had given his parents when he first felt the presence.

He made it into a bracelet and wore it proudly for the next few days before his dad made him take it off before a gala.

Luckily the thing in the forest didn’t seem to take offence and instead he found the charm he had left on his desk safely hanging from his window sill without his input.

Tim brought several gifts for his new mysterious friend, mainly marshmallows and bits of his mums jewlery she was didn’t wear anymore.

Whenever he left nuts or any other kind of food it was never moved, even other sweets and treats stayed where he left them.

It’s a year after this little tradition starts that Tim actually sees the presence that he had been calling ‘Curious’.

It’s from a distance as he’s going through photos of Batman on his window sill, legs tucked up and back pressed against the wooden frame that brackets the window. He looks up periodically to the small pile of marshmallows he’s left on a plate just where the woods start, waiting for them to suddenly vanish before he goes to bed, when he looks up and sees it.

It’s tall, as tall as the trees and cloaked in shadows and darkness, so much so it’d be impossible to miss even if the light of his room wasn’t shining out towards it.

Tim gasps silently but doesn’t look away or feel fear, because something in him just knows that this is his friend. This is Curious.

Instead he finds himself smiling, possibly beaming at the animated dark before him.

Curious doesn’t smile back or wave or anything and yet Tim can feel a relief and happiness that’s second to his own and yet feels like it’s his.

When Tim blinks the shadows have reached out to lift the marshmallows into its veil like form, long fingers that seem twice the amount of a humans curl like spider legs around the surgery sweets and then they are lost in the dark of its form.

Tim goes to sleep that night with excitement and hope in his heart, a burning curiosity in his heart as hundreds of questions and theories rattle his brain, but it’s all unimportant compared to the fact that he has a friend at home.

He has someone to, in a way, live with.

The next morning he wakes to his alarm and a heavy weight on his chest.

Tim opens his eyes to see a fluffy monstrosity of a cat, big golden eyes hidden in light brown and grey fur staring at him with so much knowing and understanding. It’s more than even Ives shows him when Tim brushes off questions about his parents.

He knows just as he did the night before that this is Curious.

His Curious.

He cautiously reached a hand to pat the fur and watches his hand disappear into the soft fur like its quicksand. When a loud purr, slightly echoing like its not quite real, rumbles through the little body Tim beams again and squeezes the feline shape as close as he can.

Curious doesn’t leave Tim’s side very often, only when Tim goes bathroom does he give him space. When Tim starts training to be Robin Curious shifts his body into Tim’s shadow so he can follow without having to deal with Batman’s security rules.

Curious follows Tim when he goes to train with Shiva, when he goes to space with his team, when he goes on his trip around the world to save Bruce, but it’s painful for the little familiar because Tim isn’t actually a witch.

Which means there is no power for Curious to draw from and so it’s unable to help at all.

It can change its form but the only physical contact it can make is with its master, it can’t fight with Tim or defend him when he needs it.

And yet Tim doesn’t mind.

While Curious feels like a failure for being unable to do anything for his master, Tim rewards it all the time. Constantly is he giving it new necklaces for its cat shape and marshmallows when they stay guard all night while he sleeps.

In the face of such powerlessness, Curious vows to find ways to help its Tim.

So, it’s a sentry of a sort. No one can sneak up on Tim Drake or Red Robin, because he will always just know that someone is there. No one ever suspects that it’s his weirdly attached cat or his own shadow alerting him with a soul like connection.

Everyone in the family knows that Tim has a cat, because one time Damian got all mopey at dinner and complained that the stray cat he found around the manner lawns wasn’t being his friend no matter what he did.

He ranted about how he brought it food and water and toys but the unnaturally fluffy cat would just stare at him before running off.

When Tim realises that he means Curious he snorts, making Damian glare at him and demand to know what he finds so funny.

Tim simply makes a ‘sst’ like sound twice and suddenly the big cat his waltzing out from under the table and into Tim’s lap.

Damian is furious but mostly embarrassed, acting like he’s upset that Tim didn’t tell him he had a cat when instead he’s upset that he befriended a cat Damian couldn’t.

Tim explains that Curious has been his cat for years and doesn’t like anyone else, so not to take it personally, and when they ask what the gender is Tim reply’s cryptically, “it doesn’t like gender.”

No one knows what to say to that as Tim leaves the room with the cat in his arms, but they all witness the cat lean over his shoulder and lick a long black tendril over his own face.

Bruce nearly sprains something with how quickly he stands up.

The Hunt of Joker | DC X DP

ERRORS WILL BE MADE BECAUSE I’M AN OVERWORKED PERSON

“What?” The Ghost King of the Infinite Realms hissed out in rage.

Danny stared down at where his Spymaster, a liminal who willingly stood up to take on the title to keep an eye on the human realm for him— was kneeling still as they waited for Danny to process their report. The silent in the throne room was deafening and yet his Spymaster— Lucero Castillo continued on to stay defiantly at him to showcase the seriousness of the situation.

“He’s called the Joker, he’s killed and caused more harm than I’ve realized. The person tasked at keeping an eye on him had failed and the man got away from landing in the realms for his trial longer than I’d like to admit.” Lucero said with a bitter tone, their anger obvious in the moment. Danny could understand, seeing the countless ghosts who landed in the realms because of the Joker grew.

Knowing that the Joker managed to defy death and kept inflicting it? It made Danny’s blood boil as he remembered the death of one of Lady Gotham’s Knights, the boy was young— so young that Danny wept to himself in the shelter of his own keep because that was a young boy who despite everything still tried to save his own mother. Danny felt like he was looking to a mirror every time he saw the Robin, purely because they were both teenagers— kids who had died. It was a limited time that Danny spent with Robin- Jason but enough that Danny missed him when the boy disappeared.

“You’ve kept tabs?” Danny rumbled out, his words echoing with authority that caused the ghosts in the throne room to straighten and Lucero to give a grin, their fangs glinting in the light of the ghost flames that lit up the room.

“Once I realized, I made sure to keep tabs on the clown. I figured it’d be a good premise for a hunt.”

A hunt… Lucero wasn’t wrong. A hunt would be good, it’d allow those who had been harmed by him. The ghosts will enjoy the thrill of hunting down their own killer, he’s sure Gotham’s shades and lingering ghosts would enjoy it as well. Lucero would keep an eye on the hunt, put a stop to any ghosts who stepped out of line and protect any humans.

Danny’s fingers drummed against the arm rest of his throne, the crown above his head flickering wildly as he thought it over.

“I approve of this hunt, it’s been too long.” Danny said as he gave a crooked smile before gesturing to Pandora who immediately began to speak the hunt in existence with another ghost besides her writing it down so a missive would appear before every victim of Joker that had died and lives in the realms.

“Under the orders of High King, the Hunt of the human named Joker the Maddened False Clown, the man who has denied our Mother’s embrace and who has cruelly ended lives of others before their ended time. The Spymaster has been deemed the Watcher of this Hunt and those who had been harmed by him may indulge in the hunt. The hunt will begin in a week’s time.”

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Jason felt that something in Gotham was different, the air felt charged in a way he never felt even before his death. He was more in tune with Gotham than any other person, he knew Gotham at its core just as she knew him at his very being. It’s why he claimed Crime Alley as his when he had come back, why he dug his roots and kept digging them even if people tugged him and tried to make him change his tune about the Alley.

They didn’t understand.

Nobody understood the fact that Crime Alley is the very heart of Gotham, how she thrives on its very essence and how even at her weakest she relies on it to protect the rest of Gotham. The City Spirit loomed over him from the shadows, her hands placed on his shoulders to keep ahold of and giving a motherly croon whenever the Bats came into his haunt.

The leylines that Gotham lived on seemed to beat along as the excited trills and chirps of various ghosts were heard as he walked through the Alley, they sounded like a murder of crows in the death infested city. Shadows and blurs of greens and blues darted around, seeking. Hunting.

A soft croon from shade caught Jason’s attention, watching it peer shyly up at him with a wide childlike gaze. The shade was in an alleyway, one that Jason knew the kids around used to run after stealing some food that he knew Mrs. Jimenez purposely put on her windowsill for to take. He debated on ignoring it, wanting to head home because his skin felt too tonight, his pulse thundering in ways even adrenaline rush never could.

The shadows beckoned. Jason followed.

“Do you guys feel that?” Steph asked at family dinner of the month, her eyes darting around to catalogue the Bats reactions. Everyone looked on edgy, as if a single pin needle could drop and it’d shatter every peaceful pretense they had. Jason however looked at ease, as if he didn’t feel like he was a prey at the moment.

“Yeah, it’s made a lot of things brighter. I had to be careful during patrol because I’d start getting migraines from the lights.” Duke said as he poked his fork into his pasta, eyes hidden behind sunglasses that he wore to prevent his lingering headache from flaring into something worse.

“Oh it’s probably cause of the Hunt.”

A silence occurred before chaos erupted.

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NOTE: I am a firm believer that while Jason doesn’t remember anything from during his time dead, he knows ghost culture because its ingrained into his very being and has been aware of all the shades/ghosts of crime alley because its his haunt and he is protective of them as he is of humans. He’s basically Lady Gotham’s disgruntled feral cat and she’s basically throwing him at the shades as exposure therapy to the ✨other side ✨

also Jason casually dropping the fact of the Hunt is so funny cause he’s just reading a book while eating. Like hahaha yeah it’s cause of the Hunt :) we all had died or had brushed with death enough that we feel the excitement of the dead ! Jason is also very much unaware that the hunt is AIMED at Joker and pretty much. has a dead joker dropped at his feet by excited kiddo shades because !!! PRESENT FOR PAPA !!! before it gets yoinked into the infinite realms by Lucero.

morally grey danny because he is balance !! HE IS A KING !! he has the right to choose who dies !!! tbis was done at 2am again and scheduled to post at 7am

I read this crossover fanfic that was Danny phantom and the Justice League. Danny was there at the very beginning but was still a teenager (think he was heroing for at least 2 years now) he fell out of touch with both Sam and Tucker but became best friend/partners with Valerie. He hardly stays at his home and would rather go to Valerie's house or jazz's dorm in college.

When Martian manhunter sent a mind signal to the other heroes Danny also got it too. Pretty sure he got dissected by his parents but still went on a mission to Atlantis? The author was picking and choosing which episodes he was going to be in with the Justice League cartoon. other ones were with Wonder woman and her home place (can't remember what the name was) another being Green lantern and the trial with the planet. one was where an Amazonian was trying to get them rid of the man in the world, some others aswell

I can't for the life of me find it anymore. I really want to read it. I didn't even finish it the first time. I think it may have been deleted I don't know can someone help me find it?

DP X DC | Short Story 1

The following story is based on a prompt I've made. The idea is the same, but the execution is different.

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— Alright Steph, we are all here now, how about you start explaining now? -Barbara said softly, her gaze kind. The rest of the Batfamily watched Steph with a mix of curiosity and subtle concern from their seats around the room.

Stephanie lowered her head, her gaze fixed on the floor as her mind raced. She had always known this day would come —it was almost a miracle she’d managed to keep the secret for as long as she had. But now that the moment was here, she had no idea how to begin explaining it all to them. She stayed silent for a few more seconds, letting out a slow breath before raising her head and running a hand through her hair. Her eyes met the faces of the people around her —not her family by blood, but at this point, they might as well have been.

— Alright, but just for the record, I swear I didn’t mean to keep this a secret from you guys, -She said, her voice tinged with guilt. She lifted a hand to scratch the back of her neck, glancing away.- For this long, anyway.

— So, you did mean to keep this a secret from us, -Damian said, narrowing his eyes at her, his frown deepening

Stephanie flinched at Damian’s words but pushed through.

— Look, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys about this sooner, -She said, her voice steady despite the tension in her shoulders.- But in my defense, it wasn’t any of your business. It was mine, and I had it under control. -She swept her gaze across the room, meeting each of their eyes in turn —Though her gaze lingered on Tim, Bruce, Barbara, and Dick a bit more than the others.- And be honest — if I’d told you all about it at the very start of my vigilante career, can any of you really say you wouldn’t have meddled?

Bruce, Barbara, Dick, and Tim exchanged uncomfortable glances, their silence louder than any admission. Alfred shook his head in exasperation while Selena shook her head with fondness, and Steph couldn’t help but let a small smile tug at her lips. If she had told them and they’d decided to meddle, she knew he would have quietly taken her side —even if both had wanted to meddle themselves; They were one of the rare voices of reason in the house, both were consumed by paranoia and actually knew when to step in and when to let things be.

— Anyway... how about we get back to your explanation? -Barbara said, gently steering the conversation back on track. She unlocked her phone and opened the gallery, turning the screen toward Stephanie.- When did this happen?

The image on the screen was one Barbara had found during her routine security check, making sure nothing dangerous had slipped into their devices. It showed a grinning Danny holding a baby girl —Ellie— who was beaming as she reached for the phone. The caption read: "Look how much fun I’m having, Mommy!"

— It... it happened back when I first started going out to stop my father, -Stephanie said, thinking back about those times.- I met Danny right after I found out the guy I was sort of dating at school was only with me because I was one of the few girls he hadn’t screwed yet.

The room fell into silence like a guillotine blade. The shift in atmosphere was immediate —muscles tensed, jaws clenched, and eyes darkened with barely restrained fury. Even Alfred, the eternal wellspring of calm of the family, had a cold, dangerous glint in his gaze that reminded everyone that he used to work for the secret services back in England.

— And who, -Dick started, his voice dripping with a sweetness so artificial it was venomous.- would this ‘guy’ be? -His smile was so painfully fake it might as well have been carved into his face.- I think I speak for everyone when I say we just want to... talk.

Around the room, heads nodded in grim unison. Damian, Duke, Bruce, Lucius, Alfred, Barbara, Cassandra, Kate, Harper, Selina, and Jason —each one radiating their own brand of barely contained rage in her steed.

— I’m not telling you his name, -Steph said, rolling her eyes, though the slight tremor in her voice betrayed her.- As much as I don’t like him, I don’t want him mysteriously ending up in the hospital over something that happened years ago. Besides, -she added with a smirk,- I kicked him so hard in the nuts he probably still wakes up screaming, so you guys don’t need to get even for me.

— You went too easy on him, Brown, -Damian growled, voice low and brimming with malice.- Scum like that needs to suffer more. Pain is the only language they understand.

— Have to agree with the demon spawn, -Kate muttered, her voice sharp enough to cut glass.- He clearly needs a better lesson in how to treat women like human beings.

— Preach, -Cassandra, Selena, and Harper said in perfect, almost chilling synchronicity.

Their protectiveness genuinely touched Stephanie, but she had a story to finish.

Anyone know any batfamily x male reader or male oc that isn't a sibling reader like he isn't related to them at all

Preferably long fics with chapters and stuff

¡¿BATMAN X BRUCE?!

Se sabe que en Gotham está el rumor de que Batman sale con Bruce Wayne. Muchos dicen que para molestarlo sus hijos comentan que los han visto besarse, pero... ¿Y se fuera el propio Bruce el que confirmara eso?

Unos reporteros atraparon a Bruce y Tim entrando a Empresas Wayne. Entre tanto murmullo surge una pregunta:

Reportera: ¿Qué opina de que su hijo se considere abiertamente bisexual?

Bruce: ¿Cómo de que debo pensar? Es mi hijo, a él le puede gustar quien quiera, no tengo problema de que le gusten los hombres, no lo culpo, a mí también me gustan.

Todo se quedó en silencio, los reporteros que no paraban de gritar se callaron.

Reportero: Sr. Wayen, -habló con duda- ¿Es gay?

Bruce: Bisexual precisamente.

Reportero: ¿Tiene esta sexualidad por su hijo?

Bruce: No, yo identifique mi sexualidad, en realidad más tarde, a los 20.

Los reporteros seguían en silencio, ¡DURANTE TANTOS AÑOS NADIE SE ENTERO DE QUE BRUCE WAYNE ERA BISEXUAL!

La Liga de la Justicia que estaba viendo la tele en la Atalaya que por idea de Flash vieran las noticias justo en ese momento se quedó pasmada, TODOS, en serio nadie se había dado cuenta, bueno, pero con esa actitud fría y calculada ¿cómo? Y en realidad ¿Qué les importaba ese detalle? No es como si todos los podía conquistar con su sonrisa de millonario ¿verdad?

Y ni se diga sus hijos, estaban cada quien por su lado, pero todos vieron la televisión en ese momento y quedaron en shock. Más Tim. que estaba con él en ese momento.

El silencio duraría más, si no fuese porque un hombre grito a la distancia "SIII, ¡ESO ES A LO QUE YO LLAMÓ: ¡IGUALDAD DE GÉNERO!"

Bruce: Si y, me he enterado de que esta el rumor de que yo salgo con Batman y, lamento decepcionarlos, pero yo no salgo con él… Lo que sí, es que yo salía con él.

Los reporteros se quedaron más en shock, solo estaban ahí callados con sus micrófonos extendidos escuchando como toda Gótica, y si me permiten decir, el mundo.

Bruce: Si, claro, no podía formalizar la relación por, ya saben, es un vigilante, nunca supe su identidad secreta, pero su personalidad fue lo que me llamó la atención ¿saben?

Tim primero se quedó sorprendió con la revelación de su padre, luego confundió, por su “relación” con Batman, y ahora se aguanta la risa por, ¿lo debo explicar?, su padre, que es BATMAN, dice que estaba saliendo con BATMAN, y medio mundo, por no decir todo, se lo está creyendo.

Bruce: Y debo admitir que es un GRAN besador. Y me siento afortunado de poder verlo bien, no sin la máscara, pero con buena iluminación, resalta sus facciones y se ve muy bien…-todo esto lo decía con su tono de millonario juguetón-

Sus hijos que estaban como Tim, también estallaban de risa, nunca pensaron que su padre hiciera tal tontería, siempre pensaron que los que harían algo así en público serian ellos, jamás Bruce.

Bruce: Aunque eso fue hace muchos años, y terminamos bien. No por nada me sigue recatando cuando me secuestran. Pero desde ese entonces no hemos vuelto como pareja, no soy tonto como para regresar con mi ex. Si no funciono entonces no funcionara ahora. ¿Algo más?

Los reporteros se quedaron callados, aún lo estaban procesando

Bruce: Bueno, entonces eso sería todo, vámonos Tim.

Bruce y Tim entraron hasta el lobby y los reporteros no se movían ni un centímetro. Pero dentro, todos murmuraban, en especial los hombres.

Trabajador: ¿Ves? Eso es igualdad de género.

Trabajadora: ¿Cómo?

Trabajador: Igualdad de oportunidades, ustedes no pueden tener todo lo bueno.

Trabajadora: No sabía que eras gay.

Trabajador: Yo tampoco -responde mientras ve a Bruce entrar a irse en el ascensor- ese hombre hace milagros.

Recepcionista: Si entre mujeres era difícil, no me imagino ahora.

En el ascensor

Tim: ¿Qué fue eso?

Bruce: ¿Qué te pareció? solo, me deje llevar…

En la Atalaya

La Liga: …

Cyborg: ESE HOMBRE ES UN PUTO GENIO, MATÓ DOS PAJAROS DE UN TIRO. ¡DEFENDIO A SU HIJO Y AHORA NADIE SE LE CRUSARA POR LA MENTE PENSAR QUE SON LA MISMA PERSONA! ¡¡PUTO AMO!!

Green Arrow: Si, ya-ya entendimos Cyborg

Green Lanter: ¿Nos debería preocupar?

Superman: Eh, no veo porque

Green Lanter: Bueno, este, es Batman, y sus-sus planes de contingencia, es rico, es guapo, es muy atractivo… -su voz se volvía un murmullo incomprensible y se le notaba un sonrojo.

Aquaman: A ver, calma -dijo seguro- no hay porque ponernos nerviosos, no cambia nada.

Wonder Woman: Exacto, no hay porque actuar diferente –se le escuchaba segura, pero Clark noto su voz tambaleante y su corazón acelerado- ¿O si Clark? -tenia razón, y ella buscó apoyo en Superman-

Superman: SI, bueno, no, no hay razón por la actuar diferente, no es nada.

Flash: nada, NADA dice.

Superman: ¿A qué te refieres?

Flash: Como nadie se atreve, yo lo hare, ÉL, ES HERMOSO, y no se me hagan los tontos, todos piensan o pensaron lo mismo -todos, TODOS, voltearon la mirada, hasta Dinah y Oliver que están casados entre ellos- y no lo admitieron hasta este momento, Y NO INTENTEN DWFENDERSE, PORQUE SU SILENCIO ES LA RESPUESTA…

Flash: Ahí se me acabo el valor… -termino para desmayarse y Detective Marciano lo atrapó-

Detective Marciano: Creo que lo mejor es juntarnos mañana con él como siempre y hacer que nada pasó… -sonaba como si no le hubiera afectado- aunque solo alargaremos lo inevitable… -si le afecto, aunque sea un poquito-

Más tarde en la Baticueva

Jason: Pero ¿QUÉ-MAMADA-FUE ESA BRUCE? JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJA

Bruce: No lo sé, solo vi una oportunidad de divertirme y… la aproveché.

Dick: P-pero Bruce ¿Cómo-? JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJA PERDÓN, PERO JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJA

Stephanie: ¿En serio? Por diversión, se suponía que esas oportunidades las aprovechábamos nosotros jajajajajaja

Bruce: Si, los vi ahí congelados y no pude evitar jugar con ellos, ja ya me imagino a Lex…

Tim: ¿Lex Luthor?

Bruce: Si… él sabe mi identidad, pero no puede probarlo, ahora menos y voy a gozar verlo en las galas con su cara aguantándome, jaja, será hermoso

Sus hijos pudieron notar la malicia en su voz, y no lo iban a admitir, pero creen que de ahí sacaron su GRAN sentido del humor.

Deadserious au due to summoning him, 15 yr old Danny meets up with Ra's and 8 yr old Damian. This displaces him in time though.

After showing off his immense power, Baby Damian immediately gets a fat crush on Danny, but when demanding professing his love Danny’s response is “until you grow taller then me brat”.

Danny afterwards leaves back to his time, immediately finding out that this change led to Danny being chased after by the Wayne’s youngest. And even worse the baby he met now towered over him despite still being older.

Idk if anyone has done this but

Danny gets aged up, and thrown into the Dc-verse.

Danny before was about mid 20s but this portal aged him up to mid 50s. Danny has no idea what to do as he’s also basically a normal-ish human now too.

But this world isn’t too bad just a bit behind on Technology, so Danny decides to wait it out until there’s technology that can bring him home.

Years passed and Danny’s made a life for himself, but he’s old now and wants to settle down to wait. He picks up a past job offer he has, and decides to be the butler to Thomas and Martha Wayne.

Yes… Danny is Alfred au

"DC has no idea on what they want Harley Quinn to be."

Well, they just made their minds up, or rather always had, made their minds up. Perhaps it is WE who need to make up ours...

From 'Harley Quinn: Black + White + Redder' #6

Gotham Skies glow Brave and Bold

When Thomas Wayne dies, everyone feels it.

It doesn’t matter that it’s late at night. It doesn’t matter that most people are asleep or that some are so hopped up on caffeine they can taste color or that some are so drunk they can barely remember if they’re wearing shoes or not.

None of it matters.

Because suddenly, without warning, every single person in Gotham, from the poorest urchin to the sleaziest mob boss to the richest philanthropist, hears a sound like a gun going off right before something snaps.

It’s like the world stops.

Suddenly, breathing is impossible, throats caught on nothing but the shocking feeling of loss. Suddenly, skin becomes freezing cold, like all the warmth has been sucked from the room. Suddenly, knees buckle and eyes shoot open and heads turn unerringly towards the same place, looking to where there is now a hollow space in countless chests.

And suddenly, everyone knows.

Thomas Wayne is dead.

Gotham’s Sky is dead.

Someone killed their Sky.

The world stands still, breaths caught and fingers freezing and Souls screaming.

And then the world burns.

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Because if DC and Katekyo Hitman Reborn! existed in the same universe, you know everyone in Gotham would have Flames and you know the Waynes would be their Skies.

Did we all collectively agree that Tim chooses to have a public feud with Red Robin as a way to cover his identity?

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Reporter, pushing a microphone on RR: What are your thoughts on Tim Wayne's recent kidnapping?

Red Robin, deadpan: He's an asshole cosplaying a feral racoon and whiny bitch.

-Later that day-

Tim, watching the news: Well fuck you too *flips off the TV*

Batfam: *concerned*

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Bernard, who's publicly in a relationship with Timothy Drake-Wayne, was caught kissing RR on a rooftop. Kon-El, who the world thinks definitely has a thing with RR, was seen carrying Tim back to a penthouse at night.

This leads Gotham city to believe that Tim and RR stole eachother's boyfriend. Thus fuelling another war between RR and Tim on twitter.

It didn't help when a picture of Bernard and Superboy having a date was posted online.

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Tim: *requested and funded a Red Robin joint to be built in Gotham city *

A video of RR staring at the building offended and distained from across the street went viral.

Super Sibling Roughhousing