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platitudinalteen · 5 days

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I entered a trance and wrote a damijon fanfiction?

#damijon #damian wayne #jon kent #jondami #sophia rants

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platitudinalteen · 5 days

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(New fic anyone???)

(Ghosts Of The Past)

Summery— Shortly after moving into Wayne manor, Duke discovers he can commune with the dead when his grandparents, Thomas and Martha Wayne begin to accidentally haunt him.

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"No powers?" Duke repeated, even more confused as he tried to recall everything he had ever heard about Ghosts. "So, you can't possess anyone or make the lights flicker? What about telekinesis and all the other scary stuff from the books and movies?"

"Those things can only be achieved by malicious spirits, dear," Martha told him. "We may be ghosts, but we aren't vengeful." They had made peace with their deaths, and even if they were still tied to the manor, it was exactly where they wanted to be.

Thomas chuckled. "Yes, that's more of our son's department," he quipped, using his fingers to mimic Batman's ears. "Vengeance is a young man's game, really."

#ao3 #writing #archive of our own #batfamily #bruce wayne #duke thomas #martha wayne #thomas wayne #alfred pennyworth #dick grayson #tim drake #jason todd #ghost fic

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platitudinalteen · 7 days

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(I like to think Damian would never be hypocritical enough to be upset about something like a dent in the wall when he knows that he sliced his fathers favorite chair in half with a sword and blew up the backyard with a small bomb and....and...and...)

Lizzie blinked, mildly confused by his indifference. “What, no lecture?” She questioned, perplexed as she put her hands on her hips. “I put another dent in the wall, and you suddenly don’t care?”

“Do you want me to care?” Damian asked curiously. She opened her mouth then closed it again, not answering him. “It’s a wall, Liz. Break a support beam and then we’ll talk.”

“That’s it?” Lizzie wondered. “Really?”

Damian simply shrugged. “Move the plant a little to the left to cover it,” he suggested.

#writing #ao3 #batfamily #archive of our own #current wip #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #duke thomas #cassandra cain #stephie brown #barbara gordon #lois lane #clark kent #jon kent #diana prince #lizzie prince #jondami

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platitudinalteen · 13 days

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Yes, I made a literal meme about this scene. So what? Its my wip and I can do what I want. And I want to make memes that make no sense without context. (Side note, I love Ivy)

Damian reached to pull a rose out of Lizzie’s hair as she huffed in annoyance at his action. “So,” he asked, suppressing an amused smile as he threw the bright red flower on the floor. “Do you still hate roses?”

Lizzie gave him a stern look, and stepped on the flower, crushing it. “More than ever,” she responded.

“Hey!” Ivy squealed, her eyes widening in distress as she watched the petals lay squished on the floor. “Don’t take your frustration out on my babies.”

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platitudinalteen · 17 days

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Me: "My wip isn't as dark as I expected."

Me after rereading my last chapter: "..."

He trailed off, wincing as he recalled the sound of the gun going off.

If she concentrated, she could still feel the warmth of the blood she had been covered in.

She swallowed, looking at the ground where the blood had been pooling and dragged across the floor, leaving remnants of handprints scratching at the tile.

The body had yet to smell or rot.

He couldn’t see much with a tarp covering most of the woman’s limbs and face.

He was imagining the unidentified body laying limp, her skin bruised, and her hands and nails bloodied from fighting back.

That’s what had sobered her up in the first place— waking up and finding her then boyfriend’s dead body next to her in bed after he aspirated on his own vomit.

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platitudinalteen · 23 days

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Death To The Family Name - PlatitudinalTeen - DCU [Archive of Our Own]

In honor of Jason Todd's death day, I present to you this fic... 🙏

(Summary- One father mourns the loss of his son & another celebrates his return after faking his death.)

(Snippet- "There, there," Joker hushed softly, brushing the hair from his face so he could better see his son. "You're perfectly safe Jay."

He was only three years older than he was when he ran away from home, but he looked so much more mature. So much wiser and stronger. It was a shame that of all the people his little boy could run to, he had to choose Batman. He could admit that it was a sore subject between them. It was, after all, a bitter pill for him to swallow— watching as his only child chose his sworn enemy as his idol.

Still, he persisted, letting him live with Bruce Wayne and run around with Batman, watching and waiting for the day when Jason would get bored the way he always did and come running home. But that day hadn't come yet, and he was getting a little impatient. He missed his son.

"Safe," Jason scoffed, bringing his head back forward to look at his father's pasty white skin and his bright smile. "This is child abuse," he stated. "You know that, right?"

"No," his father responded, repeating the word a few more times as he shook his head. "No, no, no. I would never hurt you.")

#jason todd #robin #robin jason todd #dc joker #Joker is Jason's father #ao3 #my fic

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platitudinalteen · 26 days

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My wip is basically just dedicated to Damian being insanely good with kids and confusing his family because of it.

"We need to get home," Damian told her, watching her frown deepen. "But I'll come visit soon."

"Pinky Promise?" She questioned, holding her hand out for him to pinky swear.

Damian linked their fingers for a moment. "Pinky promise," He responded without the slightest bit of mockery over their pact, which he took very seriously.

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platitudinalteen · 30 days

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Some LOA content from my wip....👀

It was Lady Shiva, who spoke first. “I’m glad to see you kept your word,” she said calmly, her eyes fleeting from him to Cassandra and back again. “It is a good quality to possess.”

“Our goals were aligned, now they aren’t,” Damian responded coldly, reminding her that their business was concluded. “You can go, now.” He didn’t spare her a glance, keeping his eyes trained on his mother, as if expecting her to make a move at any moment.

Shiva clearly disliked his crass brutality but said nothing about it in Talia’s presence as she glanced back, watching her nod to let her leave. “Very well,” she agreed, pausing for a moment as she passed by him. “I was correct though, was I not?” she muttered softly to him, looking him up and down as she referenced their past conversation. “You will never find peace away the league.”

He finally took his eyes off Talia, glaring at her with a cold stare. “Leave,” he muttered, barely above a whisper. His tone was sharp and bitter, laced with a malice that wasn’t befitting of him as a child but now suited him quite well. “And take the others with you,” he added, ignoring her comment as he glanced at the group for a mere moment, his eyes lingering on David Cain.

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platitudinalteen · 1 month

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(I've hit a bit of a wall so here's something from way back in chapter two of my wip to keep you entertained.)

The longer Damian looked at him the longer he noticed the small resemblance the boy shared with his brothers. Tim's soft features, Dicks fluffy hair, Jason's wide eyes. Even Duke's small scowl that was more telling of his frustrations than truly threatening the way he thought a scowl should be. Maybe Hal, heaven forbid, was right— maybe he was looking for his family in this boy.

"Hold it up," Damian told after a long stretch of silence, shaking off the nostalgia he felt by seeing the similarities.

Arlo frowned, his face contorting in confusion. "What?"

"Your arm," Damian clarified, motioning to the thick, darkly colored blood that was slowly dripping down his skin. "Elevating gashes helps them clot faster," he explained. "Also, you're bleeding on my floor."

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platitudinalteen · 1 month

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More memes based on my wip, because it's fun, lol.

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platitudinalteen · 1 month

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Martha shipping JonDami gives me life <3

“Oh, not that one!” Martha exclaimed, rushing into the kitchen and taking the pie away from Conner before he could have any of it. She examined it, making sure he hadn’t damaged the perfectly baked crust. “That’s Damian’s pie.”

This was just getting ridiculous.

Conner rolled his eyes, glaring at Jon who was leaning on the frame of the door and trying his best not to laugh. “How come he gets a pie, and I don’t?” He questioned in disbelief. “He isn’t even here!”

“It was only fair I made him a special pie since he missed out on dessert last time he was here for dinner,” she explained, putting the pie back on the counter, and picking up a different, less extravagant looking one. “Here, have this one instead, I messed it up.”

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platitudinalteen · 2 months

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🦇BOOP🦇

#boop

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platitudinalteen · 2 months

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Oliver and Bruce's friendship makes me so happy. (Billionaire playboy vigilantes have to stick together, yk?) (From my Wip!)

“You’ll get used to it,” Oliver told them, daring to slap Bruce on the back, causing him to topple forward, taking Stephanie, who was previously trying to keep herself upright, down to the floor with him. He huffed a soft laugh. “Or not.”

Bruce groaned, covering his mouth as the nausea suddenly hit him and Oliver counted in his head, waiting for the side effects to subside. He offered Bruce his hand, helping him up off the floor.

“Tell no one about this,” Bruce warned him in a low voice. His head still aching slightly, temporarily causing him to forget about all the questions running through his head and the dread in his stomach.

He nodded, fully aware that there were about sixteen security cameras in the room that had recorded his fall at every angle. “Of course,” he swore. “I wouldn't dream of it.”

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platitudinalteen · 2 months

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Am I officially famous now? I think I am. (I'm so honored, lol.)

Monthly Rec Lists in 2024: February & March

I have been so so busy the last little bit and I haven't been reading as much as usual, so I've gone ahead and thrown February and March together into one list so that it's not two really short lists. As usual, I've tagged author tumblrs if I could find them, if not I've just linked their ao3.

Who's Helping Who? by Indigo_Madness

Concerned about rising signs of villains co-conspiring to create a hefty summoning spell, Batman and select members of the Justice League decide to gather information with a summoning of their own. Danny Phantom's been missing from Amity for weeks. His friends have been scouring beneath the surface of the infamous GIW, but any traces of Phantom have been buried deep. Too deep for them to follow. But when Danny feels the pull of an otherworldly force powerful enough to summon him through his binds and chains, he holds out hope for something better on the other side.

Murder Be Thy Name by thegirlwiththedaemonau

He does not want to die with the name of that Devil on his lips. He does not want to die at all. John Irving, lately of Her Majesty’s Royal Navy, cannot save himself. But he can save Koveyook and that is going to have to be enough.

Don't Look At Me by entity9silvergen (@entity9silvergen)

“I’m not keeping any secrets.” He swallowed before quietly adding, “I just don’t want to talk about it. Can we just drop it?” “We’re worried about you,” Astra said and that didn’t help. “This has been going on too long.” “We’re a team,” Sara added, “and if we’re going to continue being a team, we need to know what’s going on with you.” Need. What a small word. But it was enough to make the anger in his belly rear its ugly head. What did she know of his needs? Before he knew what he was going, he was on his feet and shouting. “What do you know about needs? That bloody spell eradicated all my magic. All of it. Even the spells that make– made—” He choked. “I’ve been avoiding you blokes because I didn’t want any of you looking at me and seeing a woman before I figured out the spell to get my body back.” When Constantine loses his magic, he also loses all the spells he cast on himself. Now, he must face the Legends in a body that doesn’t feel like his own.

The Country Air Effect by PlatitudinalTeen (@platitudinalteen)

When the manor is infested with termites, Bruce and several of the kids have to stay with the Kent's while their home is being fumigated. Fitting everyone under the same roof isn't easy, but they make it work by having the kids share rooms. When Tim is forced to share a room with Damian and Jon, he was naturally worried about being stabbed in his sleep. He didn't realize he also had to worry about watching his little brother crawl into bed with his best friend once they thought he was asleep. --- There was a squeak. It was faint, but it was enough to untangle all of the progress Tim had made and render him wide awake once more. There was a creaking sound and the rustling of bed sheets and before he could try to figure out what it was, he saw a dark figure climbing down the ladder. Damian couldn't sleep either, it seemed. Tim assumed he was going to steal his blankets, get a drink of water, or maybe even take a walk, the way he sometimes did when he was restless, but he didn't. No, instead, Damian quite rudely jabbed at the mound of blankets Jon was under, earning a small groan from him. Damian hushed him quickly. "Scoot over," he whispered, reaching to move the blankets so he could get in the bed.

sorry i didn't kiss you (but it's obvious i wanted to) by thereisnowarinbasingse (@thereisnowarinbasingsee)

Sokka shouts for the teacher, hysteria finding its way into his voice as he desperately shakes Yue’s body- The teacher pulls out her phone, fumbling with the passcode- “Blink! Blink if you can hear me, Yue! Come on! No, no, no,no- ” A siren, a flash of yellow and green- The heart monitor flatlines.

The Ol' Switcheroo by AutumnHobbit (@autumnhobbit)

"Damian!" The name rips out of Tim without much premeditation, and he's across the podium before the Commissioner can get more than halfway through a warning that he needs to get off the platform, they don't know what's going on or where the shooter is, it's clear Tim was the target— Across the podium and on his knees beside his younger brother, who's on his back on the jet black carpet, small hands clamped over a large, bright crimson bloodstain that's starkly visible on his crisp, white dress shirt.

Burn Bright by Drag0nst0rm (@sweetteaanddragons)

In the rusting light of a fading sun, Fingon returns. Like all of the returned, he returns . . . different. Unlike some of them, he is not content to stay that way.

The Dead End Call by FreedomAndDisorder (@freedomanddisorder)

Zatanna’s emergency line shift takes an unexpected turn after a prank call comes in.

There Will Be Time To Wonder by Anonymous

Boris Shcherbina is a practical man. He's not entirely certain what Legasov is.

Why don't you call? by Snowywinter1

M and Apollo notice a concerning pattern. John never calls for help or for back up. When he gets badly hurt they need to know. Why won't he call?

Trypanophobia by All About John Constantine (@richardgraysonpercyjackson)

John fights demons and takes casual trips to Hell. He also has a fear of needles.

Holding Pattern (Don't Let Go) by Drag0nst0rm (@sweetteaanddragons)

Occasionally someone suggests that it's time for Nerdanel to move on.

Be Not Afraid (or Whatever) by HistoricallyInnaccurate (@inthememetime)

The weather god- though Constantine swore it was 'just' a ghost- had pinned down the entire Justice League. While they'd managed to trap Vortex in a two square mile area and evacuate civilians, and even arrested the cult responsible, they in turn were trapped in a small warehouse, protected only by the blood blossom spray and salt circle Constantine made. Enter the terrifying and awesome (and Barry means that in the biblical sense) Ghost King, stage right.

Chapter 3 - She Was My Mum Too (Continuation) by All About John Constantine (@richardgraysonpercyjackson)

Every year on May tenth, Cheryl calls John. But this year, things go a little differently. Chapter 1 - Chas deals with John's manic episode/emotional breakdown in light of the phone call with his sister Chapter 2 - Chas has some words for Cheryl

#monthly rec lists 2024

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Blood In The Water - PlatitudinalTeen - Batman - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

As promised, here's the winning fic from the poll I posted yesterday. (I'm sorta sad the Joker fic didn't win, but there's always next time)

(Summery- After returning from being dead, Jason makes amends with his family, but the rift between him and his father only grows. They are constantly waging war until one day Jason disappears without a word. When he returns, he and Bruce finally hash it out the way they should have from the very beginning. Only, with an audience.)

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("You said you'd save me, but instead, you got me killed. You said you'd catch me if I fell, but you didn't even scrape my body off the damn pavement!" His words were laced in venom, and it's clear that his resentment had been building for a long time. "Did you even care that I died?" Jason asked, wondering how long it took for him to move on.

"Of course I did," Bruce exclaimed, hurt that he could ever think otherwise. "I mourned you."

"You mean you mourned Robin?" he retorted bitterly. "But not for long, right? You just got another. You're good at that, aren't you?"

"No, I mean I mourned you!" His father shouted, taking everyone, especially Jason, by surprise. "I mourned my son's death for months, and I'm still mourning you after all this time because alive or not, the child I raised is still dead!")

#batman #bruce wayne #jason todd #red hood #red hood angst #the justice league #diana prince #wonder woman #superman #clark kent #barry allen #the flash #oliver queen #the green arrow #batfamily #Batfam mentioned #ao3 #archive of our own #Unhappy reunions

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platitudinalteen · 2 months

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Posting a one shot tomorrow....👀

#ao3 #writing #tumblr polls #jason todd #the red hood #red hood angst #dc joker #Batman #bruce wayne #hal jordan #Dc #the justice league

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platitudinalteen · 2 months

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A really random Batfamily HC I like to think about is Dick winning the Olympics a few years ago, never telling anyone, and all hell breaking loose when they find out.

Jason: You did not win gold in the Olympics.... Say sike, right now.

Dick: I'm not saying sike. I did win.

Tim: How? You're too famous, you'd be recognized!

Bruce: And more importantly, what about your secret identity?!

Dick: I wore a prosthetic nose, and entered under a fake name.

Stephanie: Do you have proof of that? And maybe a picture of that nose by any chance?

Dick: It was broadcast on television in over two hundred countries, I'm sure you could find it pretty easy.

Bruce: Back to the fake name-

Dick: It wasn't hard to make an alias, I just did what we do for undercover jobs.

Tim: You used my program without telling me!

Dick: I asked! You said I could.

Tim: I did? Ohhh...yeah, now that you mention it I think I vaguely remember you saying something about going to England and needing a new ID a few years ago.

Jason: You did all of that, just to...perform? Just...just because you wanted to?

Dick: ...Yeah, pretty much. I still have the medal sitting on a shelf in my apartment and a picture of me with some other competitors hanging on the wall.

Alfred: I for one, appreciated finally getting to see the Olympics from the front row. And in my own country, no less.

Bruce: What- what does that mean? Tell me you did not go with him to the Olympics...

Alfred: I was his accompaniment for the event. It was quite a good time.

Bruce: Dick...

Dick: What? He said he always wanted to go!

#batfam shenanigans #batfamily #batfam #headcanon #jason todd #bruce wayne #tim drake #dick grayson #alfred pennyworth #stephie brown

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