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Wouldn't the Lazarus Pit have gotten rid of Jason's autopsy scar? Or am I completely misunderstanding some fundamental LP lore?
#dreamer talks#lazarus pit#jason todd#red hood#only asking because I'm attempting once again#to figure out how I wanna draw jason's scars#and now i'm wondering if the autopsy scar is fanon or not .....
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Imagine being a short twiggy malnourished teen then waking up years later in a body without the scars you remember and you have your father's build now and you might be his height too. (Jason sees someone in the mirror and it wasn't himself)
#inspiried by jason waking up post-lazarus pit#my boy was dead for 6 months in a coma for a year and training with the league for a year#like 3 years almost#and he WOKE UP#looking like a bodybuilder#like BRUCE#not robin#jason todd#robin#red hood#batman#batfamily#red hood lost days#under the red hood#lazarus pit
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Headcanon: Tim Drake doesn't age because Ra's pickled him in lazarus juice. Tim Drake is a pickle.
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If the Lazarus pit can restore lost limbs and bones and shit, would that mean it also restores wisdom teeth?
What I’m saying is, assuming Jason had his wisdom teeth out early (like I did), he’d have to get them out AGAIN before enacting his 5D chess revenge plan on Batman
#lazarus pit#dc#Jason Todd#red hood#Batman#dc comics#text post#he calls Bruce high as a kite sobbing and asking why he doesn’t love him#Bruce at this point has no idea Jason’s alive#Talia regrets letting Jason have phone privileges
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kon: so i know i don’t age, but why don’t you age?
tim: might have to do with the massive lazarus pit underneath gotham that’s slowly polluting our water, which is why gothamites are constantly angry and why none of our rogues die - maybe idk don’t quote me
kon: WHATTT?!
#tim: why do you think the jokers still alive? mf has died at least 10 times atp#dc#tim drake#kon el#conner kent#robin#red robin#superboy#gotham#lazarus pit#young justice#teen titans
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The Smell of Home
Damian had noticed the new student in his school.
Not because he was new or how he looked
no, not any of the usual reasons someone would grab peoples attention.
Weirdly enough it was his scent, which was really weird. He usually didn't take notice of how people smell besides the usual just like anyone else.
But something about the smell that seemed to emanate from this new student who he had learned his name was Danny Fenton, just would not leave his mind.
He knew the smell but couldn't remember from where and it was just at the tip of his tongue, it was driving him crazy.
His family seemed to notice him become more irritable from usual.
But not around Fenton, he seemed to unconsciously calm down in his presence, which just made him suspicious and more irritated.
It wasn't until he woke up from a dream of memories from when he was little and still living with his mom that he realized what he was smelling.
The Lazarus Pits.
He grew up with that smell, it used to hang around the entire area and buildings.
He hadn't realized how long it had been since he had smelled it
He unconsciously related it to the smell of his childhood home.
But why would this random boy give off that very same odor?
Some investigating needed to be done.
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Danny had noticed one of his classmates a boy he learned was called Damian seemed to act ...odd?
But only around him it seemed
With everyone else he was normal if a bit cold.
He would seem to relax an then suddenly tense up and send him a suspicious glare.
Also he was pretty sure that the boy seemed to be sniffing him?
Did he smell bad or something?
Why was he the only one who he seemed to act weird with.
Oh God, maybe he thought the smell of ecto was weird?
But that's not something he could control and most people never even seemed to notice the smell of ecto he produced since he became a halfa.
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Damian glaring at Danny every time he realizes he's relaxed
Danny: "What did I do!?"
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Batfam notices Damian being extra grouchy :" Ah, he's going through his rebellious phase"
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Danny: "Did you just sniff mE!"
Damian: *scoff* "Don't be absurd"
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Damian stealing Danny's clothes to analyze
Danny: " Who keeps taking my stuff?!"
Batfam: "Damian we know you're growing and experiencing new things, but stealing the things especially clothes from your crush is crossing boundaries"
Damian: "This is a misunderstanding, I don't have a crush on anyone!"
Bruce: "Son I think it's time I give you 'The Talk TM', I have an entire slideshow and docume-"
Damian: "This family is a nightmare!"
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Just an Idea
#dp x dc#danny phantom#dc x dp#dpxdc#batman#danny fenton#dp x dc crossover#dc x dp crossover#dp#damian#damian wayne#ectoplasm#ecto#lazarus pit#bruce wayne#bruce is so done#batfamily#bat shenanigans#batfam#they're Sophomores so like in 10th grade so like 15/16
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Dad Hood
Jumping on the Dad Red Hood bandwagon. [insert jazz hands here]
I imagine Jason hands granola bars out to the homeless in his territory, and he generally provides food and fresh water for those who need it on his terf.
And then he passes Danny post reveal gone bad and just hands him a granola bar thinking nothing of it.
Danny would be so confused why this stranger in a red helmet gave him food.
Danny meets this stranger’s eyes in his confusion and both his and the older man’s eyes flash green.
Jason’s first thought would be that this kid was Lazarus touched. While Danny would think he just found a ghost or another hafla.
Either way the pits seam to be calm. Not just calm, happy. Practically excited and cooing at the kid. It’s confusing as hell and what’s worse is that when the kid look up at him with those wide green eyes a surge of protective instinct rises through him along with the strange urge to punch him. But not punch him in a ‘I want to fight’ way, more like a ‘hi my name is Jason and you’re coming home with me now’ way. Which is bizarre and new and strange and kind of freaking him out.
Danny on the other hand is having a field day trying to get his core under control. His instinct is to punch this dude in the gut and introduce himself, but his brain keeps saying stranger danger run for the hills.
Hood just… turns around and grapples to the nearest roof. Trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with the pits, and he turns around to see if the kids still on the sidewalk because his instincts scream at him not to leave the kid alone and he’s just… gone. And all the sudden he’s going into a rage for no apparent reason.
Three days later after the interaction Danny sees Hood on a rooftop and lets out an involuntary chirp at him. Hood whips around to pinpoint the sound but Danny goes invisible out of mortification.
Why the hell would he chirp? He didn’t even know he could do that!
He spends the next few weeks unintentionally trailing Red Hood and vise versa with a very confused and slightly irritated air about them both.
Danny’s core is confused because he just lost his family and his haunt and was thrust into this new one without warning, so it latches onto the first familiar thing which just so happens to be Jason Todd.
Jason is just trying to live a normal life as a crime lord, but the pits cling to his this kid. …Was this how Bruce felt?
#danny fenton#danny phantom#dcu#dc x dp crossover#dc x dp#jason todd#lazarus pit#ghost cores#ghosts have weird customs#Jason adopts Danny involuntarily#baby ghost Danny
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I can never let go of Lazarus pit Jason, it’s just too beautifully sad
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Eyes
Dp x Dc Crossover Writing Idea
“Red Robin!”
When he backtracked to find the owner of the voice he was a bit surprised to find a young boy, maybe eight years old if he had to guess, dressed in a red sweatshirt that dwarfed him and a pair of gym shorts that had seen better days.
Not many Gothamites called out to the vigilantes, a silent agreement to stay out of their way and not to look too closely. This kid however stared up at him with bright blue eyes unafraid of getting the Red Robin’s attention.
A fan?
Before he even opens his mouth, the kid gives him a small, hopeful smile, eyes shining with something that reminds him of himself when he was that age and following Batman and Robin with his camera around his tiny neck.
“I brought you a gift,” the boy say with nervous excitement. He enthusiastically swings off the backpack he had on to dig through the contents, taking his eyes off the vigilante and showing his unwavering trust that nothing bad would happen to him while Red Robin was here.
The boy pulls out what appears to be a jar wrapped in newspaper, the worn page ripping in some spots to show the clear glass underneath. Small hands present it like it’s Red Robin’s birthday (which it wasn’t).
He takes it cautiously, the kid hasn’t been hostile but this was still weird, and pulls it closer with enough space so if it’s a bomb it doesn’t blow up in his face.
It’s got weight to it and the slight sloshing tells him it’s filled with liquid. He carefully unwraps the ‘gift’, keeping his eye on the boy who stands waiting anxiously.
Tim almost drops the jar as soon as he sees what’s inside. Only his reflexes from over the years held on and his expression turned neutral.
A pair of eyes sit at the bottom of the jar. The orbs were crudely extracted, tissue floating around them like a mane of hair around a head.
He turns the jar to see the irises and… he knew these eyes. The slimy green is filmed with death, but he recognized these eyes from the number of times the owner locked them onto him, the cruel possessiveness they possessed when they gazed at him. Never again apparently.
Tim doesn’t speak for a while, not knowing what to say, but also thoughts racing too fast to form any proper sentences.
“Do you like it?” The small, nervous voice interrupts those thoughts.
What an innocent question on an equally innocent looking face.
“How did you get Ra’s Al Ghul’s eyes?”
The teasing chatter over the comms immediately hushes into shocked silence.
“I took them from his body, so you knew he was dead. I burned the rest so you don’t have to worry about him coming back again. The Pit there is gone anyway,” the child explains easily, not fazed in the slightest from the words he speaks.
“Grandfather is dead?” He hears Damian whisper over the comm.
So many other questions were flying through Tim’s head. He looks the kid over again.
Black hair and blue eyes. In any other situation the kid might have been a possible Wayne adoptee. He’s not a clone from what he can see though. Despite the coloring he doesn’t really look like any of them. Pale skin like Tim, but has freckles. The same kind of nose as Damian, but wide, round eyes. Jaw kind of like Jason, but his body shape is too narrow. Bright, almost icy blue eyes like Dick, but eyebrow shape is flatter. Lip shape like Bruce, but from the kid’s anxious lip biting he could see the faintest trace of dimples.
“Who are you?” He asks instead of the other million and one questions.
The boy blinks almost like he wasn’t expecting the question. He’s cheeks color pink with blush as he grins widely.
“I’m Danny!” He introduces cheerfully like he didn’t just hand a vigilante a jar of eyes.
“Hi, Danny,” Tim greets almost dumbly. “Want to tell me why you gave me this?”
Danny scoffs his shoe against the pavement in what appears to be embarrassment.
“Well, I know when you ask someone for something, it’s nice to give a gift or something. Like I did something nice for you so maybe you’ll do something nice for me?”
He takes a moment to absorb that child-like reasoning.
“So you want me to do something for you and you thought I would like Ra’s Al Ghul’s eyes in exchange?”
Danny studies him and fidgets with the large sweatshirt sleeve.
“I just thought you would like proof. Like the whole ‘bring me the heart of my enemy’ kind of thing. Do you not like it? I couldn’t just take a picture ‘cuz I didn’t have a camera with me, I know you like photography. I can do something else for you if it’s not enough,” he offers worriedly.
Tim freezes.
“How do you know I like photography?” He demands.
Danny tilts his head curiously.
“Because Tim Drake likes photography,” he says like it’s obvious, “and you’re Tim Drake.”
Well. This is less than ideal.
“Red Robin, take him back to the Cave,” Batman instructs over the comms.
Yeah, he was getting there.
“Do you know the other’s’ identities?”
Danny nods and hums affirmatively. Tim waits.
“Oh! Yea. Batman is Bruce Wayne. Robin is Damian Wayne. Red Hood is Jason Todd. Nightwing is Richard Grey-“
“Okay. That’s enough.”
Tim glances around the empty alley they were standing in, checking to make sure no stray people heard. Luckily they were truly alone.
“Danny, do you want to come back with me?” He asks, but it’s not really a question. The kid was coming back regardless, it would just be better if he went willingly.
Unsurprisingly, the kid lights up like a little sun at the offer.
“Really?” He nearly shouts in excitement.
“Yeah, kid. I parked my bike a few blocks from here. You ever rode a motorcycle before?”
Danny shakes his head, nearly bounding on his toes.
“Not in this lifetime.” And wasn’t that odd wording? “Are we gonna grapple there?”
“Think you can hold on?”
“Yeah!”
He kneels down so the boy can climb onto his back and lock his arms around his neck and hook his feet together around his torso. Danny is worryingly light as he stands.
The kid is the picture of an excited and overeager child as they carefully fly over rooftops and then drive back to the Cave. Even when they park inside the safety of the Batcave, Danny’s eyes are filled with child-like awe and wonder, so curious and chattering with questions and wild imagination. It would be cute, endearing even, if the jar of eyes wasn’t sitting heavily in his pocket.
Alfred came down not too long after their arrival with a tray of healthy snacks and some waters. Danny happily munches on the apple slices as he wanders around where Tim can see him.
The rumble of the Batmobile can be heard almost an hour later after Tim has to tell Danny not to touch the weapons for the fourth time. The kid’s attention is drawn to the sleek black vehicle as it parks by Tim’s bike. He trots over with wide eyes as the doors open and Robin exits, then Batman.
Unfortunately, Dick is in Bludhaven and Jason is visiting Roy and Lian this week. Cass and Steph were gone as well and Duke was sleeping. It was just the three of them and this kid with Alfred as the only buffer.
Danny stares openly, curious, as the duo makes their way over to the computer where Tim has claimed his sit.
Tim turns the jar that he set on the table so the eyes are facing them and slowly leans back again, suddenly very tired. Damian flexes his hands into fists tightly while Batman is very still.
“Hi,” Danny chirps like nothing is wrong, oblivious to the tension in the air.
Batman takes a measured breath. Robin glares down at the child, but remains silent for now.
“Who killed Ra’s Al Ghul?”
Danny blinks blankly.
“Nobody.”
“You’re saying he just dropped dead?” Damian sneered in sarcasm.
“Death took him,” the child says simply as if that explained everything.
“How?” The word is demanded and emphasized.
“Like Death takes everyone. His expiration was overdue.”
Bruce frowns and Damian almost snarls.
“I demand you start making sense!”
Danny glares back in offense.
“I’m being very clear! Maybe you should ask better questions!”
The twelve year old growls at the smaller child and Batman has to place a firm hand on his shoulder to keep him from attacking.
“Danny?” Batman questions after a tense moment.
The boy’s arms are crossed in irritation, but he blinks out of his glare to stare up at the man.
“Yea?”
“How do you know our identities?”
“Oh, memories.”
Danny looked like everything he said made sense and it was driving Tim up a wall.
“Memories,” Bruce repeats.
“Uh-huh,” Danny nods confidently. “From the Lazarus Pit.”
A jolt goes through Tim as he recalls what the boy said earlier about the Pit.
“Didn’t you say the Pit was gone?” He asks before Bruce could continue his line of questioning.
Danny turns with a bright smile as if he was proud Tim remembered.
“Yea! Well, gone from this world anyway.” Tim was concerned. “I took the memories from it before sending it back where it belongs.”
“Okay. How did you know how to ‘take the memories’ and send it back? Back where?”
“I was born from it. Duh. It went back to the Realms or I guess you’d call it the Afterlife,” Danny actually rolls his eyes as if they should already know this.
“Born from it?” Damian asks with a wavering voice, hidden well from the child but not from them. “Nothing has ever been born from the Pits.”
“That you know of.”
And wasn’t that the kicker.
“So, to clarify, you come from the Pits. You know who we are because you took the memories from said Pits. Death took Ra’s because his time was up. And you took the eyes from his corpse to give to me because you thought I would like it as a gift so I would do something for you.”
Danny positively beams.
“This is why you’re my favorite!”
Damian grinds his teeth harshly.
“What is it you want Red Robin to do for you?” Batman asks in strangled hesitation.
“Oh!” Danny perks up like he remembered and hops over to Tim with pleading hands. “Can you please make me an identity? You’re really good at all that stuff and I was hoping you could find me a family. Someone to adopt me. A nice family, with a bed and family dinners and a dog. I always wanted a dog.”
Tim has the sudden urge to scream.
#Danny is born from the#lazarus pit#memories are left in the pits after use#which is why people lose themselves like Jason#Danny is the Balance#living between Life and Death#he just wants to be loved#he just wants a family#let the boy live#danny phantom#danny fenton#dp x dc#dc x dp#dp x dc crossover#tim drake#red robin#batman#dc robin#story ideas#thoughts#bruce wayne#de aged
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Ra's having a villain monologue at the bats when Danny swoops in, ignores everyone and starts taking mason jars of the lazarus pit
Ra's cries out in anger, takes a broom and starts chasing him
This is all with Danny is his normal form
This happens every week
Ra's has not been able to hit Danny once ever
#danny phantom#danny fenton#dc x dp#dp x dc#dc#tim drake#batman#jason todd#tim drake wayne#damian wayne#dick grayson#ra's al ghul#lazarus pit
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Bruce trains with the League of Shadows, grows close with Talia and Ra’s, but — eventually — spurns their movement to return to Gotham and pursue his mission.
Years later, he shows up in the middle of the night at Talia’s door. There’s a body in his arms, wrapped in bloodstained sheets.
“The Pit,” he whispers, trembling, “is it true?”
#thoughts#not sure why this leapt to mind today but#I’m on this roll where i just write it down#instead of sitting on it and hating it#so#bruce wayne#batman#dc#batfamily#jason todd#batdad#batfam#talia al ghul#ra’s al ghul#Lazarus pits#Lazarus pit#fic ideas#aka Talia doesn’t steal him#Bruce KNOWS about the pits#or has a guess about ra’s#and just shows up desperately
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the tragedy of Jason Todd
There's something so heart-rendering about Jason confronting Bruce. He died. His funeral service was closed casket because his body had been so severely brutalized. His brother wasn’t even on the planet when they lowered him six feet down. They buried him and moved on.
He dug himself out, breaking open his own casket with a belt buckle. He shredded the skin off his fingers and splintered his bones, choked on dirt and worms, almost suffocated without oxygen. He wandered the city begging for his dad.
When Jason came to after the Pit, Talia told him his father replaced him and let the Joker live. He makes his way back to his city, but he has a passenger riding around in his brain. There is a thirst for blood and vengeance that blurs his vision. He needs to be good, fix things, and prove himself all over again. Jason is half insane, but he still needs to help people. He needs Bruce.
He catches the monster that killed him, stands him in front of his dad, and says, 'my killer or me.' He clawed his way out of his grave, fought the Gauntlet in Nanda Parbat, and battled the Lazarus Pit eating at his soul, all to beg his dad to love him.
Jason does all of that, all for Bruce to slice his throat.
#jason todd#dc universe#dc comics#robin#red hood#robin jason todd#jason peter todd#batfamily#batfam#batman#bruce wayne#under the red hood#batarang#lazarus pit#league of assassins
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Because you were always the one who persevered
#batman#batfam#tim drake#red robin#robin#dc comics#dc universe#tim drake fanart#batman and robin#timothy drake#tim drake robin#tim drake wayne#batfamily#lazarus pit#dc fanart#dc red robin#dc robin
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WFA fan edit - Jason al Ghul
#jason todd#red hood#fanart#wayne family adventures#batman wayne family adventures#fan edit#batman#dc#jason al ghul#league of assassins#al ghul family#lazarus pit#wfa#wfa webtoon#batman wfa#dc comics fanart#sketch
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One thing I can never stop thinking about with Jason Todd and his autopsy scars is... what happened to the viscera bag?
kay, so for people who are less familiar with the deathcare industry, a viscera bag is kind of exactly what it sounds like.
When a person gets autopsied by the coroner or medical examiner, they take all the organs out through the Y incision right? Well, they don't keep the organs. They put them all back in a big red plastic bag and put that bag inside the body and then stitch things up with temporary sutures.
Once the body gets to the funeral home, they'll embalm all the organs and the rest of the body, but then the embalmed organs go back in the body cavity and depending on what technique the embalmer likes to use sometimes they also go back inside the viscera bag. (Alternately, they get layered in with a variety of compounds kind of like a weird lasagna. But that's less interesting storywise in this situation and honestly I think the bag method is more common.)
Anyway, I can't stop imagining Jason, fresh out of the pit, off to the side hacking and coughing up a bloody red plastic bag.
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