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Hi sorry for bothering you but I’m dying to know what happened after nightwing found the note danny left, in your story about dick showing up late to their anniversary so Fanny leaves. Sorry for the bother I also forgot the actual name you gave it Im so sorry
Hey! Don’t be sorry! You’re good!
I don’t have another part written out, but the general outline kinda went like this?
Danny moves, and doesn’t actually get any time before Dick hunts him down by using all of the training he had.
Dick begs him to come back.
Danny avoids the shit out of him
About three weeks of pining looks, a missing vigilante presence in Bludhaven, begging, and Dick finally using Bruce’s card to buy Danny’s most favorite things as an apology, they fail all manage to talk
And by that I mean Sam told danny to just get it over with bc this entire time his core’s been compromised
Dick asks for another chance to explain
Danny says no, explains that his core was damaged and that talking to Dick was literally killing him
Dick is absolutely horrified and the guilt is enough to push him to confess that he’s a vigilante
They basically go omg a misunderstanding?!?!
But Danny says that’s still not enough to make up for the damage and the late nights and the missed dates with all of those half assed apologies
But the cracked healed a lot bc Danny’s like whoops my bad he wasn’t cheating on me at all
Dick manages to rizz his way back into Danny’s heart just enough for a date and he spends two days prepping it.
Danny is petty and so he shows up an hour late and sees Dick crying bc he thought Danny stood him up and doesn’t forgive him after all
They make up, things are forgiven, Sam was right (as normal)
“It’s kind of funny, if you think about it,” Danny said later in the night, running his hands through Dick’s freshly washed hair as the other man dozed off on his chest, clinging to Danny like he’d disappear if Dick didn’t hold on tight enough.
“Wha-‘s funny?”
“I was a teenage vigilante, back in the day. What goes around comes back around, I guess.”
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Here have some thoughts that won’t leave me alone do Atlantans ( I think that’s how you spell it) hold hands so they don’t drift off in the current like otters 🦦. Also a different thought/ question have you ever seen a dcxdp crossover where killer croc was like half ever burning only to get found by Danny and he takes him and Jason Todd to the ghost zone to get a check up / learn about ghost stuff
I don’t know much about Atlantans (I also don’t know how to spell it) but I’d say so? I don’t want to dive into the many interpretations of Atlantis that DC’s done, so I’m gonna say yes because mer-people might have built cities but they’ve got the instincts of a school of fish and otters and dolphins. One hundred percent, Danny’s come across mer people napping below the waves. Once, in his time traveling episodes, he came across the first Queen of Atlantis (not that she was Queen at the time) taking a group nap with her pod? school? colony/business? of mer people. The king was also there but in a different part of the massive hand holding floating raft of mer people.
And as for the second question: no? But I’m interested now??!
Thank you for the asks and the thoughts!!!
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“I can’t believe you’re squatting in an occupied house, Danny. That’s… actually isn’t that also breaking and entering? That’s a crime, isn’t it?”
“One, at least I don’t have to pay rent and/or utilities. Two, Tim let me stay. And three, I’m a vigilante. Breaking and entering is like the basics of being one. Also, they’re paying me now. This is a legit job now!”
Jazz sighed and tucked her hair behind her ear. “Whatever, dumbass. Where is Tim, anyways?”
“He’s in bed.”
“Really?” Jazz raised an eyebrow and rested a hand on her hip. “Then what’s that?”
Danny whirled around, making eye contact with a frozen Tim.
“Ahah-”
Danny groaned, cutting Tim’s awkward laughter and no-doubt bullshit excuse.
“Kid, Tim, we talked about this.”
“It’s for the aesthetics!” Tim protested, the argument well worn, but obligingly stepping away from the window sill.
Danny shot Jazz a disgruntled look when she muttered, “Well, doesn’t that sound familiar.”
“It’s a school night, Tim.” Danny crossed the room, ushering Tim away from the door. The halfa could probably put down professional babysitter on his resume. If he could handle Tim “climb out of windows” Drake and Tim “sleeps in hard to reach places” Drake in the same day, he could handle anything.
Tim puffed up, like a disgruntled kitten. “Robin gets to go out on a school night! And he’s my age! Kinda! And at least I’m not fighting criminals!”
Again, this is an argument they’ve had multiple times.
“Not for a lack of trying,” Danny muttered, rolling his eyes when Jazz snickered. He made the mistake of looking down at Tim’s convincing little sad kitten act and sighed. “Alright, alright. We get two hours of batwatching, then you go to sleep.”
“Deal!” Tim cheered. Jazz grinned, mouthing ‘weak’ at Danny, who promptly made like his high school self and ignored her.
“Go get your jacket. And some thicker socks, you’re gonna freezing out there.”
“Okay!!”
When Tim was out of earshot, excitedly thundering down the lavish hallway, Jazz tilted her head back and laughed.
“Oh, shut up.”
“How the tables have tabled, huh, Danny?” Jazz snickered.
“You think you got jokes,” Danny pointed at her with a new mug of coffee. “Laugh it up, but don’t forget that you’re his older sister now too.”
Jazz paled. “Oh, shit.”
“Yeah, that’s right. Now you gotta deal with two of us!”
“Two of who?” Tim returned, bundled up in a fancy puffy jacket. Jazz cooed at him, kneeling down to zip his jacket up. Danny, echoing her, magically grabbed a scarf and wrapped around Tim.
“Us, her little brothers. Unfortunately, you’re now our little brother and that means Jazz is gonna mother you like you’re a baby duck.”
Danny ducked the half hearted smack Jazz sent his way, grinning at Tim. The kid had a self conscious smile on his face, bashful at the unprecedented (for him) attention and affection. Danny’s smile tightened when Tim looked at Jazz for confirmation (which she gave). If it weren’t for the fact that Tim loved his parents, Danny would have spirited (hah!) the kid away. He’s like a textbook case of neglect. It’s why he keeps trying to sneak out in ways that’ll easily get him caught. He’s trying to test if Danny would get mad and leave-
“Oh my god. I’m turning into you, Jazz.” Danny said, horrified.
“What?” Jazz narrowed her eyes once the statement sunk in. “What’s wrong with being more like me? I can actually process my emotions in a timely manner, thanks.”
Danny, stuck in the horror of understanding someone’s motivations and processing some of his own trauma, shuddered.
Danny picked up Tim and swung him onto his shoulders. “C’mon, Timmy. Let’s get out of here before Jazz gives us germs.”
“Oh, that’s real rich coming from the greasiest vigilante this side of the river.”
“Not true! Green Arrow’s greasier!”
“Eh, he doesn’t count. He’s in Oregon or something, right?”
“Who cares? I wanna see Robin!” Tim wriggled, placing his heavy ass camera on Danny’s head. “He’s a new Robin! The first one moved to Blüdhaven!”
“To be a cop, right?” Danny asked.
“Yeah. It’s… not great. And kinda ironic.”
“ACAB.”
——
Batman snuck closer to the glowing green figure that was glancing around the rooftops. He’s glad he sent Robin home hours ago, because variables in Gotham tended to be dangerous.
He dropped to a crouch behind the figure, who turned around as soon as he did, looking unsurprised. The being had enhanced hearing then, if not enhanced everything else.
“There you are!” The being scowled at him, but Bruce couldn’t detect any actual hostility. Only weariness. “I’ve been looking for you for ages.”
Nevertheless, he hadn’t survived this long by being careless.
“What is your business in Gotham?” He deepened his voice, adding enough gravel to sound mildly threatening.
The being shook their head, white hair unnaturally waving in the air. Like it was under water.
“I live here. I have a bone to pick with you.” Batman loosened his stance, readying to move.
“Can you keep Robin in on school nights?! If you can’t, can’t you make him go home sooner? My kid brother keeps trying to sneak out of the house to imitate Robin and it’s killing me! Do you know how many times I’ve had to stop him from climbing out of the window? We live on the third floor, man!”
A frazzled older brother. Batman-Bruce grimaced. He couldn’t stop Jason anymore than this being could. Also, “You live here?”
The being scowled, looking defensive. “Why, I can’t? Are you being discriminatory? Because I refuse to take shit from a grown man in a bat-sona.”
“…A bat-what?”
The being sighed. “Nevermind. Yes. I live here. My name is Phantom.”
“Don’t cause any trouble.” Batman warned before hesitating. The being was young, that was clear. He kind of reminded Bruce of Dick, and it made Batman’s tone soften. “And I will try. Robin is resolute.”
Phantom dropped his glowing face into his hands, a move Bruce often wanted to mirror.
“Yeah, tell me about it.”
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Sorry guys I really like tired babysitter brother Danny and unnecessarily jumping out of windows Tim. This is before Tim decided to be a vigilante. This is after Dick moves out.
#batman#danny phantom#dcxdp#tim drake#bruce wayne#dc x dp#green arrow slander#for Roy!#but also Tim green arrow copied Batman just a lil#his respect for Ollie went down after Ollie’s less successful playboy billionaire act
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I really like your Damian’s sister writing, just wanna said that, it’s really cool :o]
Thank you!!! My brain scares me sometimes but it rlly does come up with legit stuff on occasion :)))
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Pls know I love you very much
Your blog brings me so much joy ❤
Well..
I'm gonna go read thru your whole blog again. Lots of notifications are coming your way ✨
I LOVE YOU TOO IM SO GLAD MY WORK COULD MAKE YOU HAPPY!!!!!
You bring me also many joys!!!
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I love sea creature Danny so much!!! how long until Tim catches a sleep deprived Danny transforming or using his powers? Does Phantom try to get red hood help? Asfhjjjfddcbn I love it so much
Ahh!! Thank you!!
They haven’t hit finals yet but I was thinking they get a whole semester/two quarters ish of Danny being able to hide his identity (out of sheer luck) and Tim’ll catch on when Danny uses his ice powers to stress freeze the table trying to complete a group project. He’ll probably keep it a secret and lead the bats in the opposite direction for funsies. Damian catches on next.
As for Jason, I’m thinking they have a minor antagonistic relationship at first- like, “what are you, a glowstick?” and “I’d toss you into the bay but I’m against littering.”- but then jason shoots someone in the leg before they could dump another body into the bay and Danny’s like, he’s okay. And then Jason would probably witness Danny ratio Batman irl and then they’d just casually be friends. Danny doesn’t infringe on his territory and Jason doesn’t litter in the waters.
Thanks for the ask!
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hiiii!!!! I love love LOVEE your writing ❤️❤️🤭🤭
was wondering if you’d do a part 8 of the cryptic sea danny AU??
love LOVE your work btw 🤭🤭
HAHDJSJSHDJSJS THANK YOUUUUUU I ADORE YOU TOO
Pt.8’s for you, anon💕
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Alley Drunk!Danny pt.5
If Danny hadn’t thought about quitting and going to rehab before, he’s definitely going to do it now.
It had been one of those days. Danny had sluggishly managed to usher Jason to school- pulling himself together for their walk to the building, because he wasn’t stupid and this was still Gotham- before going home and relapsing. He knew, going into the first bottle, that he was going to regret it. But he still hadn’t felt the buzz, so he went out to get more.
“Just one. I can stop after, if I want to.”
Spoiler: he could not, actually, stop if he wanted to. Because he didn’t want to, which was the whole problem.
So, one bottle became two, two became three, three became six, and by the time the sun slipped below the horizon, Danny had a pile of bottles scattered around the couch and an intense look of self hatred set upon his brow. He was buzzed, but his stupid ghost biology refused to absorb anymore alcohol.
“Stop brooding, Danny. It’ll hurt your brain.” Jazz said, a hint of worry around her joking insult. “You’re forgetting something important.”
“Wha-?” He mumbled out back at the haze of her-hah- ghost.
The door clicked open. Danny whipped his head to wards the door, snarl on his face and ready to lunge at the intruder, when he came face to face with a scuffed up Jason.
They froze simultaneously, but before Danny could do anything, Jason’s hands tightened on the door knob. The kid’s eyes darted to the floor, where the bottles laid, and back up at Danny’s face. What he found there must not have been good, because he took a step back.
It was fear.
Danny felt his heart drop and his throat go dry. The self hatred doubled in size and weight, but he smacked it down in favor of scrambling for the words- anything- to fix the damage his stupidity and addiction caused.
“Jason.” He said, voice raspy. Had he been screaming again? Good start, good- nope. Never mind, Jason is using the door to shield himself now. Danny glanced outside and-
“Oh. I- I didn’t realize it had gotten so late.” He turned back to Jason, who eyed him warily. “I- I forgot to pick you, didn’t I.”
“…I can walk back by myself.” The hesitant but full of bravado reply made Danny’s ghostly obsession to protect rear its head.
“Still. I’m… I’m sorry, Jason.”
Jason evaluated him, noticeably eyeing his open hands and purposefully lax posture, before stepping inside. He doesn’t close the door behind him- clearly leaving it as an option just in case he needed to bolt. Danny stood up slowly. Jason watched him, and his hands. His smaller hands- Ancients, Danny was scaring a kid- curled up into fists.
“What… how did you get hurt?”
“Got mugged.”
“Are you okay? No- wait,” Danny flooded his liver and blood stream with ectoplasm, and his head instantly cleared. Ah, the agony of being coherent.
Danny subtly shook his head to clear his thoughts. Focus.
“Of course you’re not.” Danny stepped away from the incriminating bottles, slowing to a stop once more as Jason shifted backwards like he was either going to spring at Danny or bolt out the door. “Why don’t we get you patched up? And you can tell me about your day. That I missed, when I forgot to pick you up and that I’m really really sorry for.”
Danny held his breath as Jason considered it. “Are ya drunk?” Jason asked, tilting his shoulder to slide his Wonder Woman backpack down, hand clutching at the opposite strap. A good bludgeoning weapon, even if Danny would rather be electro shocked to death again before he ever hurt Jason.
“No.”
Jason raised an eyebrow, scoffing as he looked down again. Danny recognized the motion, a bolt of heavy nostalgia slamming into his chest as he remembered another red-head doing the same thing when he tried to bullshit his way out of something.
“I was buzzed but… I’m a meta. Alcohol doesn’t exactly affect me. I had to drink a lot to even get buzzed, and it’s gone now.”
“Y’er a meta?” Jason straightened, not completely losing the vigilance, but less tense.
“Yes. I’m completely sober right now, I promise.”
Jason stared at him, inhaled, and relaxed. “You better be.”
“Cross my heart and hope to die.”
“Whatever.”
——
Danny placed the bandages over Jason’s cuts.
“I am so, so sorry I didn’t pick you up.”
Jason shoved at his shoulder, grumbling “I c’n do it myself.”
“I know. You don’t have to, though.”
The kid looked away for a moment before softly admitting, “I was… worried. Cuz, I thought somethin’ happened.”
Danny swallowed the lump in his throat. Jason slipped more into his alley accent the more upset he got these days, having learned some of the local accents at his new school and regularly swapping those out instead of sticking with his alley accent.
“Thank you. For worrying about me. I’m okay.”
“No, you’re not.”
Point. From the mouth of babes came the painful truth, right?
“No. I’m not. But I will be. I’ll go to rehab, Jason. I don’t want to forget picking you up again.”
“Whatever.” Danny hid a smile as Jason ducked his head, looking endearingly like a grumpy duckling. Like, Jazz, when their parents made those blueberry ectoplasm pancakes she liked but thought they’d forgotten that she liked.
“And thank you, Jason, for coming back alive. I- I should have been there, but I’m so glad that you’re okay.”
“I want waffles and ice cream for dinner.”
“Yeah, we can do that.”
“Wow, you musta felt real bad if you’re letting me eat that for dinner.”
Danny grinned down at the head of black hair (with their red roots once more poking out) and ruffled Jason’s head. “I let you eat like five chili dogs in one go. This should not be surprising. But I’ll let you skip the veggies today too.”
“… No, I want the veggies too.”
Danny let out a bark of bright laughter.
Yeah, there’s no way he’s ever risking Jason looking at him like that again. The kid looked like he thought Danny would come swinging at him, despite their previous meetings where he had, perhaps and with plausible deniability, swung for Jason, but never against him.
That night, after he tucked Jason into bed, Danny signed up for rehab. As a matter of fact, Jazz’s words coming into mind, Danny also signed up for therapy. For him and Jason. Yeah.
——
Off camera, they talked about why Jason react to bottles and hands the way he does, and why he’s so scared whenever Danny slips back into his addiction. I’m just rlly too tired to write it.
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Danny, who thought his addiction wasn’t that serious and that he could stop anytime because he stopped for Jason: I’m cured!
Also Danny: drinks as soon as Jason goes to school
Danny was one hundred percent using Jason as a crutch and when he felt like Jason was safe, he slipped back to his habits. The only reason Danny’s not dead- well, deader than he normally would be- is because ghost biology makes it so that alcohol is cycled through quicker. Like the Flash, but less fast? Anyways, he had enough to make him lose track of time and forget important things (Jason) and that’s what addiction can do to you, amongst other things.
Jason might seem calm but that’s actually a combo of his go to trauma response (fight) and his experience of 1) being on the streets and 2) living with a previous drunkard coming into play. Also, you might be like what kind of kid wants to eat veggies? And to that I answer: KIDS THAT NEVER HAD ENOUGH TO EAT. I would have killed for a veggie stir fry with a lot of chicken back as a kid lol
On a lighter note, the whole time they’re having this interaction, I kind of imagined it as two chickens just kind of dancing around each other.
#Danny Phantom#dcxdp#dpxdc#Jason Todd#alley drunk! danny au#Danny making one (1) good decision#danny: hmm perhaps Jazz had a point#also Danny: I don’t need therapy but Jason might#get therapy if you can y’all#tw: alcholism#tw: implied abuse#but like in Jason’s past#Jazz Fenton#Jazz Fenton ironically haunting Danny from her grave
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Sea Cryptic!Danny Phantom- pt. 8
If I had a nickel for every time I’ve been to the hospital in the past three years, I’d have enough money to buy a bag of skittles from Target. Most of it wasn’t for me though lol I’ll add this onto the list in a bit, but I tend to do that from my desktop but I’m still currently attached to an IV drip. I’ve also never been this hydrated in my life lmao
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Danny poked a puffed up pufferfish. The poison floated through his ghost form and did nothing but give him a little zap. Danny chuckled, wiping away a bit of oil that had gotten onto the fish from a nearby oil spill. Jesus fuck. Danny knew that bald headed, easily drawn Vlad wannabe from across the river would do something terrible to Gotham’s waters (not that it needed help being atrocious to Danny’s clean water appreciation).
The puffer fish- Danny gave up on understanding Gotham’s water ecosystem, having realized that it was a cursed mix of saltwater and freshwater and swamp- gave a fearful little wiggle and Danny let it go, turning to the oil particles floating around.
Danny took out his phone.
“Danny? Why the hell are you calling at three in the morning?”
Danny raised a hand and blasted out some ice, gathering the oil up. “Hey Sam. If I got you into contact with Poison Ivy, do you think you could team up to get rid of Lex Luthor’s new holding company in Gotham?”
“Danny, are you asking me to commit an act of ecoterrorism?”
“That’s not even the weirdest thing I’ve ever asked you to do.” Danny placed a hand on the ice mass and flew it, the oil, and himself across the river to Metropolis.
“Deal.” Sam’s voice gets further away as she pulled her phone from her ear. “I’ll text Tucker, see if he could futz with Luthor’s taxes. I heard her doesn’t even give his workers a livable wage, and that’s so not gonna fly.”
“Perfect! Thanks! We could totally meet up and hang out with my new friends!”
“Hah! That Tim guy? The one that wanted you to introduce Phantom to him?”
“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, goth girl.”
“Sure, dork. I’ll swing by Friday?”
“Sure! Want me to pick you up?” Danny phased through Lex Luthor’s frankly ridiculous amounts of security measures, still completely invisible and towing a giant mass of oil covered ice.
“Cool. Now hang up. I actually need sleep.”
“Ah, you must be dead tired. I get it.”
Sam hung up, and a second later, Danny got a pic of her holding up a middle finger with her signature purple nail polish.
Danny stared down at the sleeping billionaire. Gross. He let his face re enter the visible spectrum and lowered the temperature of the room drastically. Luthor groaned, waking up as he shivered like a hyped up chihuahua.
Danny bared his teeth, glowing green skin reflecting the black holes of the universe and imploding stars and burning planets as he leaned towards the frozen two bit villain.
“RESPECT THE PLANET,” Danny snarled. He unmelted the invisible ice as he simultaneously made the oil visible, the entirety of the oil spill coating every single inch of Luthor’s penthouse bedroom. Danny winked out, but not before snapping a quick picture of Lex Luthor’s absolutely covered in his company’s oil spill.
If Danny had made sure that there were fish droppings mixed in with the oil… that was his own damn business.
——
Danny floated over to a brooding Batman.
“Do you have two hundred dollars on you?” Danny asked in lieu of a greeting.
Batman grunted a yes.
“Two hundred dollars for a photo of Lex Luthor being hit with karma.”
Batman instantly handed over the cash and received a printed out photo of Lex Luthor (in his Lexcorp pjs) covered by fossil fuel.
"Is this..."
"The oil from his oil spill? Yes."
Batman stared at the picture.
"Why was this more expensive than ID'ing corpses?"
"Cause it's funnier. And dead people deserve more consideration than a egg looking ass polluting everything he touches."
Superman zoomed into the space in front of them, face eager.
"I heard you had something about Luthor?"
Danny figured that Batman probably contacted the hero, and confidently said, "$200 for personal use, $300 for commercial use."
Superman quickly got together three hundred dollars in cash and quickly forked it over. Danny gave him another physical copy of the photo and a usb drive with the photo in a digital format.
"I am so pinning this up." Superman muttered.
"Get out of my city." Batman said flatly. Superman waved a hand, beamed at Danny, and left.
"Did you know Gotham's waters is a mixture of freshwater, swamp, and saltwater habitats?"
Batman grunted.
"Also, please stop stalking Danny Fenton. It's odd."
Batman swiveled his head over. "What."
Danny stared him down. "Stop. Stalking. Innocent. Bystanders. Or else I will recreate the phrase "drowned rat" with you as the subject."
Batman stilled.
"I don't kill, by the way. I can, however, dunk you in the sea and lift you up like a goth version of Simba."
Batman relaxed minutely. "I can't."
"And why not?"
Batman gave him a despairing look. "Have you met my children?"
"... Point."
#dcxdp#danny phantom#batman#tim drake#lex luthor#lex luthor is hated in gotham#bamf danny phantom#sea cryptid danny phantom
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“My bad, homeslice.”
“You are so old.” Duke grumbled at Dick, clutching his bleeding nose where Dick had just kicked it by accident in the middle of showing Damian a move.
“I’m not old!” Dick quickly grabbed the med kit to help stem the blood flow and assess the injury. “I know you’re trying to get back at me right now, but I’m not old!”
“You literally used “I’m the bomb.com” yesterday, unironically.” Steph grinned. Her wrapped fists slammed into the punching bag, Steph’s form taking on a bit of Cassandra’s flow. She alternated between brutal kicks and devastating punches, the repetitive motions ingraining the moves until it was less of a move and more of a reflex. “Face it, you’re getting old.”
“I believe you are greying, Richard. Perhaps you should invest in hair dyes.” Damian smirked, handing duke a bandage.
“Greying? GREYING?” Dick looked as if he’d taken a devastating blow, dramatically clutching his metaphorical pearls and swooning. “My hair is perfectly black! Look at these gorgeous locks, Damian! You’re killing me! I’m not turning old!”
“Yeah, guys, he’s not old.” Tim chimed in from his own training area, bo staff no longer slicing through the air. Instead, Tim was crouched down, adding enhancements and gadgets onto his staff.
“Thank you, Tim! See? At least I can trust Tim to have my back!”
“He’s not old,” Tim repeated, glancing up in amusement. “He’s just elderly.”
Dick let out a dramatic gasp. “Betrayed! By my own kin! You beasts!”
“Oh no, what a nightmare.” Duke intoned sarcastically, muffled behind the patch job done on his nose.
“This is the jungle, Richard. The laws of nature must be upheld.” Damian jabbed a pouting Dick Grayson back to the training mats.
Duke snickered, wiping off specks of blood. “Yeah, and the elderly gotta make way for the young.”
“You guys are such assholes, I respect it.”
Duke gave him an innocent look, aided by the guilt inducing bloody rag on his face.
“Thanks. I’m a a natural at it.” Steph threw a grin over her shoulder and finished up her training. “Hey, old man, wanna show me that flip you did off of Brunner’s Chemical Disposal?”
Dick grumbled but acquiesced.
#dick grayson#Stephanie Brown#Duke Thomas#Tim Drake#Damian Wayne#I just wanted to write something cute#sibling energy
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That one scene where the flash is like 🤘 “is Batman in the PTA? Please tell me he’s in the PTA” and then proceeds to mock him lmfao😂
Alfred's out of town:)
#batdad#listen Wonder Woman and Robin (Dick) would absolutely have a contest#to see the fancy tricks they could do balanced on the back of the chair#Bruce Wayne#Batman: say something I dare you
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OC Reincarnated as Damian Wayne's Older Sister
[Here] Reincarnation never guarantees your freedom
[Here] To be free is to take matters into your own hands (wrapped around a sharpened blade)
[Here] Point of convergence
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Misc. ficlets and thoughts
[Here] Richard Grayson's successful image change
[Here] DC vs. The Fan Ability of Saying "No"
[Here] Jason's Pit Madness
[Here] Gotham's City Planners
[Here] Jason and Cass discusses their kill/no kill policies and comes to an understanding about each other.
[Here] Danny can be a twink OR he could be buff as hell.
[Here] DC Canon is soup.
[Here] Damian's relationship with art throughout his short life.
[Here] Ra’s could have revolutionized the medical field but decided to be a creep and clone a minor
[Here] Tim Drake is that troll from Trolls the movies, Branch
[Here] Butter Sock
[Here] Gotham city’s unanimous agreement not to fish dead bodies out of the bay
[Here] Danny in Hogwarts.
[Here] Reincarnation Manhwa + the Bats
[Here] The Bats, Supernatural AU
[Here] Jason's sick fic
[Here] Damian is lost in Amity Park
[Here] Tim, Danny, and floating down a river in a wine barrel
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Prompts Found
[Here] Tim is a sleeping cat and the law is: you can't move.
[Here] Heartbroken Danny leaves Dick Grayson with a table full of cold anniversary dinner.
[Here] Tim beefs with Superman.
[Here] Triplet Tim
[Here] Triplet Tim Pt. 2
[Here] Triplet Tim Pt. 3
[Here] Triplet Tim Pt. 4
[Here] Triplet Tim Pt. 4.5
[Here] The Trio escapes Amity via train
[Here] Dick Grayson plays dumb... a bit too dumb
[Here] Reverse Trope Prompt- Too many beds (dcxdp)
[Here] Reverse Trope Prompt- accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss (dcxdp)
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Timothy Drake- Centric
General Tim Drake-Centric Fics:
[Here] Toddler! Tim is irritated at his heroes for showing up late at their own Gala.
[Here] Tower Scene AU
Reincarnated as Gamer! Timmy Drake (fem Tim): (Fic)
[Here] The Dissociative Experience™️ of realizing your afterlife is a cosmic oopsie (and that you’re now playing a game as a female Tim Drake).
[Here] Art for the fic
New Tim-line, Who Dis?
[Here] Time Traveling! Tim has a crisis on a plane and hires Deathstroke to off the Joker.
[Here] Time Traveling! Tim takes over Bludhaven's underground at nine years old by terrorizing them and takes out his big brother's enemies via blackmail and Amanda Waller.
[Here] Tim Drake Vs. The Education System round 2
[Here] Dick Grayson remembering his dumbass, self-sacrificing little brother from a different Tim-line.
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Danielle "Dani/Ellie" Phantom in Gotham
[Here] "Ellie" visits Gotham and encounters a Stinky Red Hood.
[Here] "Dani" trades "removing corrupted ectoplasm" for "a meeting with Batman about the GIW" ft. Stinky Red Hood and a confused Nightwing.
[Here] A paralegal gets reincarnated/isekai’ed as Danielle “Nellie” Phantom, Prompt
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Danny Gets Yeeted (Yoted?) Into Gotham
[Here] Danny gets dropped on the Batmobile and acquires minions
[Here] IOU One (1) Big (Harvey) Dent
[Here] Danny trolls the Waynes by telling them he's died before (and pretending he doesn't know they're vigilantes).
[Here] Tim makes bad excuses for vigilante injuries and Danny forgets about the knife embedded in his stomach.
[Here] Sleepy, assassin-trained Damian accidentally stabs civilian Danny and feels bad about it.
[Here] Danny's Knife Collection (but not just knives).
[Here] Ghostbusters but they don't actually catch the ghost (Danny)
[Here] Danny’s in the goddamn walls!
[Here] Danny's first family game night: trauma, eating paint, and aiming the Bat cannon at the GCPD and firing feral vigilantes out of it.
[Here] Cassandra Cain (former Feral Child) reassures Danny (who is Ghost Feral) that they're siblings.
[Here] Danny gets ice-cream with Duke, Bruce vs. (corrupt) CPS
[Here] Danny does gardening with Alfred
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