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fandom-gremlin-1987 · 2 days ago
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Speed Running Family, ch5.p2
masterpost sssh no editing pls. migraine starting
The drive to the hospital is maybe the most Barry has ever hated needing to move at human speed. He doesn’t want to have to drive. He wants to be there. Iris seems just as anxious. She even leads the charge when they’re finally at the hospital. Barry is okay with it. His head is full of gruesome burns and the destruction that fire leaves behind.
“Wally!” Iris calls and rushes ahead to where the three boys are sat all hunched together.
Barry’s heart skips one of its humming bird fast beats when he see that Danny’s not with them.
“They won’t let us see Danny,” Bart bursts. He’s constantly moving, shifting his feet, rubbing his hands against his pants, tapping the arms of the chair. Barry is worried that Bart is going to actually hurt himself trying so hard not to go super speed.
“Danny, um, he was still mostly out when we arrived,” Wally says as he pries himself up off of Iris’ shoulder. His eyes are wet with tears that he hastily wipes away. “He stirred some, but obviously didn’t know where he was. He was agitated, but he has to be in a lot of pain.”
“They’re keeping us out because of the exposed epidermal layers from the burns,” Dick adds. He’s got that Bat focus going on, which is worrying in its own right. There’s not really the room, but Barry is already thinking about how to get Wally and Dick to stay over for the night.
“That makes sense—”
A sudden clatter of metal against the linoleum floor has them all swinging toward the noise.
“Is that where—”
“Stay away from me!” Danny screams.
Wally runs. Everyone else is on his heels and it’s only Speedster and Bat reflexes that keeps it from being a pile up of bodies as he stops just inside the door.
“Stay away from me, I mean it!” Danny’s crammed himself back in the corner of the room. He’s got a knife—no, scissors in his hand, pointed at the doctor and nurses like a weapon. It’s shaking in his grip. “I don’t care what fucking experiment you have in mind, you’re not getting to run it!”
“Danny, hey, Danny,” Wally says and steps forward. “We’re—”
“Wally?” Instead of being comforted, his face crumples. “Not… did you tell them? Like her? …no, you don’t know…”
“A hospital, Danny, we’re just in the hospital,” Wally tries again. “There was a fire, remember?”
“I.. but… the white, all the white,” Danny mumbles. His eyes dart around the room. They aren’t quite focused.
And then Bart is dashing forward. Barry could have stopped him, the kid wasn’t even using super speed, but they were in public. And… Danny was scared, Barry could see that. And scared could mean dangerous. But it was Danny and Bart, and Barry knew that Danny loved Bart already.
Sure enough, Danny clings to Bart at the same time that he tries push Bart further behind him, like he’s trying to protect Bart. Danny seems to settle for turning so that Bart is tucked more in the corner and guarded from the rest of the room. The scissors stay pointed at the staff.
“Danny, hey, look, Barry and Iris brought your rabbit,” Bart whispers. He motions past Danny’s guard to Iris, who’s clutching the stuffed animal tightly. “As soon as you’re cleaned up, you can hold him! But right now you’re a bloody mess, dude.”
“But they’re… but they wouldn’t want you…” Danny mumbles.
“Hey! How bout we just go look out the window. You can see we’re still in Central!” Bart suggests and starts nudging them that way.
Danny let’s Bart push him, even if he keeps Bart closest to the wall and the scissor sup. When they get to the window, Danny pushes back the semi sheer curtain and blinks against the bright light. “I…”
“See, Central!” Bart chirps.
“It… this…” Danny drops the curtain and looks back at the room. “You aren’t the GIW?”
“Just a doctor and two nurses,” the doctor says, voice soft and even despite the situation. “I’m Dr. Branson. This is Nurse Cortes and Nurse Greenberg. You’re at Memorial central. You have some pretty sever burns and we’re worried about electrical shock and smoke inhalation.”
“Yeah,” Danny says with a concerning little laugh. “Got shocked.”
Dr. Branson nods. “All we want to do is help you with that.”
“Can you hand the scissors back, Danny?”Barry asks, keeping his voice as gentle as he can despite the fear he's feeling. “They’re just going to use them to cut off your shirt so they can look at the burn.”
Danny blinks down at the sleeve of the burned and blood stained shirt. “But… Iris got me it…”
“I’ll get you another on, honey, it’s okay,” Iris says and steps a little further into the room. “I’d rather see you taken care of. I bet that I can find one just like it.”
A long moment later, Danny nods and lets Dr. Branson take the scissors from his hand. Everyone in the room breaths a sigh of relief. Bart just snuggles closer to Danny.
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fandom-gremlin-1987 · 3 days ago
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Speed Running Family, ch5.p1
masterpost pls no editing. i am so tired
Bart fidgets with the seatbelt. With the aircon. With the radio and the center box thing and the bx thing in front of him. He just can’t stay still.
Danny… Danny is hurt. Bad.
And if Bart hadn’t just run off, if he’d stayed and at least helped Danny out first, then Danny would be okay.
This is all his fault.
“Babs?” Dick asks. His phone his crammed between his chin and his shoulder. “Look, don’t be angry at me, I’m not doubting your skills or anything, I just need to double check that everything is set up with Danny’s identity. Can you… can you just check? For me?” Dick glances at Bart and then back at the road. “Hospital. Danny’s being taken to the hospital and they might call Child Services because Wally told the paramedic that Danny’s a foster, so that’s what it needs to hold up to.”
Dick falls silent. His fingers drum on the steering wheel.
Bart fidgets with the seatbelt.
Dick breathes a sigh of relief. “Okay. Thanks, Babs, for double checking, really.” He listens for a moment. “Rogue attack and the arcade caught on fire. Danny was helping civilians out. I mean, not that he’s not—but he was helping other people out of there. He ran back in. I couldn’t… it was a firefighter who brought him out.” Dick nods. “Yeah, I’ll send you texts, okay? And I’m going to stay with Wally tonight, he’s taking it pretty badly.”
“Wally shouldn’t, it’s my fault,” Bart mumbles.
Dick glances at Bart again. “They all are. Yeah, I will. Bye, Babs.”
Finger drum on the steering wheel.
Bart grips the seatbelt.
“It’s not your fault.”
Bart stares out the window. “Yeah, it is.”
“It’s really not.”
“Yes, it is!” He pulls on the seatbelt so hard that it hurts where it digs into his shoulder. “I was the one with Danny! I was showing him around! I had his hands just before and then—I… I just left. I left and I left him there and now he’s hurt.”
Dick sighs. “I’m not saying that you didn’t mess up. We all messed up, but it’s not your fault. You didn’t attack the city or start the fire or make Danny run back in there.”
“But… if I had…”
“If you had rushed out with him and then disappeared in the mayhem, he might have gone back in anyways,” Dick continues. “If you had stayed the whole time, maybe someone else would have been hurt in the extra time it took to take down Cold. Just, trust me on this, Bart, I know how easy it is to blame yourself for everything, but that’s not what Danny needs right now.”
Bart rubs at his nose. “But… what it.. what if he doesn’t want to be my brother anymore?”
“Hey, take it from a Wayne, it takes a lot to stop being brothers!” Dick says with wobbly cheer. “But it might take some truth to fix things, and that’s something for you and the rest of the family to talk about.”
“Or I could just show him.”
Dick laughs. “Yeah, that too. But if Wally asks, I totally didn’t encourage you at all, deal?”
“Deal.”
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fandom-gremlin-1987 · 4 days ago
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Mentoring 2
Part 1
Tim: Hey, Bruce. Can I ask you a question?
Bruce: *Writing a report about the recent case he just solved* Hmmm.
Tim: I always want to know about the rumors that pop out when you first started out. Something about a glowing kid or something?
Bruce: *Tenses* Where do you hear that from?
Everyone: *Curious*
Tim: Oh, you know how I stalked you when I was a kid? Yeah, it was at that time I heard about the rumors. But because I didn't have any lead to the rumors I just thought it was a rumor.
Bruce: So why do you think that rumor is real?
Tim: Because I realized that you always pay attention to any sighting of ghosts. And one of the speculations for the glowing kid is he is some sort of spirit protector.
Bruce: *Sigh* Well, it's not like it is a secret but we had a fall out last time we talked.
Dick: What happened?
Bruce: It was after Jason's death and I was on edge the whole time. At that time, I was worried that if I ever let anyone come close to me again, I would also lose them. So, I pushed him away.
Jason: My death? That's like what? 4? 5 years ago? And you still haven't talked to this guy yet?
Bruce: It's not that I don't want to, but I feel like it is better for me not to talk to him.
Dick: Why?
Duke: *Entering the Batcave* Ummm guys.
Steph: Shhhh Duke. Bruce is telling us about old dramas.
Duke: Uhh yeah, about that. There is a glowing white hair man floating above Bruce.
Everyone: What?!!
Danny: *Appears* Hehe, ooops. Hi Bruce.
Bruce: Danny? *Starts sobbing*
Everyone else: *Bewildered as this is the first time most of them have seen Bruce cry*
Danny: *Floats down as he starts patting Bruce on the back* There there.
Everyone: *Confused stare*
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fandom-gremlin-1987 · 4 days ago
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I feel like there's a different vibe between Jmart, Jonmartin and Teaholding shippers.
Jmart feels like something Jon would make as he loves Martin and hates himself/doesn't remember to include himself. He would've probably thought a neat short name would be perfect, that it could be "Mart" and he needed something to add, so he added "J" for Jon
Teaholding feels like it's what each person sees as their biggest part of themself. Jon sees himself as the beholding and Martin sees himself as someone who needs to care for others
This is just what personally think so please share your thoughts!
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fandom-gremlin-1987 · 4 days ago
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one thing i love about disaster bi Tim Stoker is that when he and Jon were quarantined after the worm attack on the Institute, he made a fucking itch joke and they extended his quarantine and he was genuinely surprised by this. this idiot made the most poorly timed joke and was surprised they made him quarantine longer just in case. i love my idiot son and his chaotic good energy.
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fandom-gremlin-1987 · 4 days ago
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A DC X DP IDEA #51
I Hated Him
Imagine dis…
I wanted more angst in the fandom…. And I wanted more Dan being the best big bro…. I really can’t see much work about Dan being the best big brother Danny could have, aside from the brief mentions. Dan is more of a having his redemption arc as Danny’s child.
I want more of Dan having more action as the overprotective big brother Danny could ever ask…
Dan hated Danny. He hated how this younger, brighter version of himself had everything he had been denied. He hated that Danny, innocent and unscarred by the crushing weight of fate, was allowed to live the kind of life that had been ripped away from him. He hated that Danny still had a mother, a father, and a sister who loved him without condition. He hated that Danny had a circle of loyal friends who stood at his side no matter the danger.
Dan hated Danny for having what he himself could never reclaim—completeness, family, belonging.
Dan hated Danny for being someone worth saving. Clockwork had chosen this Danny—the hopeful, idealistic half version of himself that will never be—while discarding Dan as a broken, twisted failure. He hated that his entire existence had been reduced to nothing more than a stepping stone for Danny to climb toward salvation. Dan was condemned to be the villain in his younger self’s story, while Danny get to play hero and learn a valuable lesson out of it like some sort of sick moral story.
Dan hated Danny’s mercy most of all. He hated that Danny, crowned King of the Infinite Realms, made his first decree not to destroy him, but to release him from imprisonment and place him on bail. Dan hated that Danny introduced him to their parents—parents who had already discovered the truth of their secret lives and accepted them both with open arms. Their mother and father offered love without judgment, embracing both their sons, fractured and whole alike. Dan hated it, hated the warmth, the acceptance, the forgiveness that Danny gave so freely.
Dan hated that forgiveness that only Danny could give out. He hated how Danny cared for him despite everything he had done. He hated that Danny could look at him—the monster who once sought to erase him, to turn him into DAN—and still call him brother.
Dan hated that he was forced to rescue Danny from the hands of the GIW, hated the helplessness as he watched Danny’s chest split open on a sterile metal table while silent tears streaked his face in agony. He hated the image of Danny strapped down, suffering, yet still alive because of him.
Dan hated Danny when their family— the family that love him never stopped loving him— had shoved them both into the portal to escape the GIW’s assault, sacrificing themselves to buy them time. He hated how he was the one cradling Danny’s broken body as they escaped, flying desperately to Clockwork’s tower and demanding the boy’s life be spared. He hated the desperation, the fear, the unwillingness to lose him.
Dan hated Danny when Clockwork had the decision to cast them both into a new universe—a world of aliens, heroes, and rivers of ectoplasm flowing beneath its air like water.
He hated that their ages were regressed, that he was reduced to a teenager while Danny was turned into a baby barely past his first words. They carried scars from their old world, their bodies and souls marked by the torment they had endured. Dan hated that in this place, Clockwork had already written them into the fabric of reality, weaving them seamlessly into new identities.
Here, Vlad Masters had never existed. Instead, there was Vlada Markov, their mother in this world—a woman who died protecting them from a cult that had tried to both sacrifice and kill the small family of three, leaving behind a company specializing in machinery parts and technology. Vlada’s death explained the bruises and wounds on their bodies, covered their new scars with a tragic story that this world could accept. Dan Masters, the elder son, had fallen into a coma. His younger brother, Daniel “Danny” Masters, survived in critical condition.
Dan hated Danny even here. He hated how he had been shackled with responsibility—running the company his mother left behind while raising his baby brother. He hated how much Danny had turned him into a monster in their previous world, willing to kill and burn for his protection, and how that drive only intensified in this new life.
He hated Danny when the boy’s tantrum erupted in the middle of a collaboration meeting with Bruce Wayne, tearing apart the carefully constructed façade he had built. He hated how that outburst drew Gotham’s most dangerous eyes upon them, how suddenly vigilantes and the Wayne family themselves began circling like predators, demanding tests, probing questions, and impossible answers. Dan hated how every thread seemed to tie back to Danny, how his brother’s very existence made them a target in this alien world.
Yet, he also knew one truth: he would never hand Danny over. Dan would rather face eternal damnation that all Ancients and Observers condemned him than allow Gotham—or anyone—to take Danny from him.
Meanwhile, Bruce Wayne sat hunched over the Batcomputer, papers strewn across the desk in chaotic disarray. His mind was consumed by the revelation he had uncovered. Vlada Markov, his former fiancée, had kept two children from him—two sons who now walked in his city, avoiding him both as Bruce Wayne and as Batman. He stared at the two birth certificates, each bearing a blank space where the father’s name should have been. A letter, delayed and lost within the system, had only recently reached him, its words alongside the documentation of her death painting a picture he had not been prepared to face.
Bruce now knew the truth: he had children who had grown up without him, children scarred by loss and violence, children who did not want him in their lives. And while he stared at the evidence, torn between grief and resolve, Dan juggled the crushing responsibilities of an inherited company, his younger brother’s care, and the shadows of a traumatic past that refused to loosen its grip.
Dan hated Danny. But beneath that hatred, buried in denial and fire, lay the truth he could never name: he hated Danny because he loved him, and because losing him would mean losing the last fragile piece of himself.
PS: If someone out there wants to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so, don’t forget to tag me though.
PPS: This is shorter than I expected….
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fandom-gremlin-1987 · 4 days ago
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Speed Running Family, ch4.p2
masterpost pls no editting assuaged by needy kitten. halp. he goes meeeew
Wally changes back into his street clothes so fast that he’s pretty sure he has rug burn. Jean burn? Whatever. Barely managing normal human speed, Wally hits the street.
Then freezes.
The arcade is in flames.
The arcade that they left Danny in is in flames.
Danny might be in flames. His new little brother could be burning to a crisp right then and—
“Wally!”
Spinning, Wally starts towards the other. “Dick! Dick, where’s Danny? Tell me you got Danny out—”
“He ran back in!” Dick said with a wild motion towards the flaming building. “He was helping someone out of the building, and once I took them, he just—he ran back in. And then the fire fighters got here and stopped me from going after him!”
“Oh god. Oh god, I get a new baby brother and I just—I left him in the proverbial oven!” Wally shouts. His hands are rough as he scrubs them through his hair. “I left the baby in the oven! Barry is going to kill me, and I deserve it! Forget Barry, Iris is going to kill me!”
“Wally! Where’s Danny?” Bart asks as he skids to a stop next to them.
Wally gestures wild to the building. “In there!”
“Oh—oh shit,” Bart whispers.
Wally takes off towards the building. He wants to go put back on his suit. He wants to run into the building just as he is. He wants to hold his little brother! They’ve had Danny for like, a month, and already Wally can’t stomach the thought of losing him.
“Danny!” Wally shouts as he heads towards the building. He knows that Dick said Danny was still in there, but maybe— “Danny!”
A paramedic stops Wally with their arm and he turns to them desperately. “Please, my little brother, we think he went back in! We got separated helping people out and—”
“The firefighters are making sure they building is cleared now. If he’s in there, they’ll find him,” they said.
“But—”
Dick is pulling at him suddenly. “Wally! It’s Danny!”
And it is.
It’s Danny being carried out by a firefighter, oxygen mask pressed to his soot covered face. Another person is being carried the same way next to them.
“Danny!” Wally tries to push past the paramedic without hurting them, but is stopped by Dick.
“They’re coming this way,” Dick says.
Bart doesn’t seem to care and slips easily around all of them. “Danny! Danny I’m so sorry that.. that…”
“He should be okay, but we need to get him to the ambulance, okay?” The firefighter says, not stopping in their stride even as Bart basically glues himself to their side. “He breathed in a lot of smoke and has some burns.”
“Burns?!” Bart squeaks.
Wally brushes his fingers through Danny’s hair as the group passes. They come away soot stained.
“Which hospital?” His voice shakes as he asks the question.
“Memorial central,” the paramedic says, already rushing around to help the firefighter with Danny. “You said brother?”
“Yeah,” Wally says, swallowing around the lump of grief and guilt that lodges itself in his throat. “Well—um, foster brothers, I guess? My Aunt and Uncle are fostering him like they did me.”
The paramedic eyes him before nodding. “Right, you can ride with us.”
“Thank you,” Wally says, sagging a little in relief. “Dick? Can you, here, my keys. Take Bart and meet us there?”
“But I—” Bart starts, but cuts himself off when Wally hugs him.
“Yeah, of course. Bart and I will be there.”
Wally squeezes Bart before he lets him go. Dick takes him.
Wally watches the paramedics settle Danny. He waits for them to be done before he climbs in after. He tries to take up as little room as possible.
He tries to stop his hands from shaking as he pulls out his phone.
He tries to keep the tears out of his voice.
“Barry? I, um, you and Iris need to get to Memorial Central as quickly as humanly possible. There was an attack and a fire and—” and Wally had failed. He’d failed so badly. “It’s Danny. He went back in the fire to try and save people. He’s hurt… and he… he just looks so small, Barry. Bring, um, bring that weird stuffed animal rabbit that Bart got him? He’d like that, I think. Yeah. Okay. See… see you guys soon.”
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fandom-gremlin-1987 · 5 days ago
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Speed Running Family, ch4.p1
masterpost pls no editing, wrote this between teaching classes
It’s Captain Cold, because of course it is. He’s a little more violent than normal too. Wally sort of wonders if something happened, not that he’s going to stop and ask. (But maybe after the fight is done he’ll check in with the guy?)
In a, well, flash, Wally grabs his suit from his car, changes, and is heading towards the fight. A blur of white and red joins him in his run.
“B—Impulse? What are you doing here?!” Wally squawks.
Twisting, Bart turns to look at Wally as he run backwards. “Whadda mean? There’s a villain! I’m being a hero!”
“Yeah, but if you’re here who’s with you know who?!”
“Who—” Bart’s eyes widen impossibly. “Oh crap! Wait! You’re in charge, why didn’t you stay with him?!”
Wally sputters. “Because there’s a villain!”
Smoke is filling the air even quicker than the fire is spreading. People are running and only some the right direction. Danny has to… he has to help. He might not be Phantom anymore, but he can still help.
There’s a mother struggling with three kids. Danny run over and scoops up one of the littler ones up. Grabbing the mother’s hand, they make a chain so Danny can lead them out of the building.
Wally dodges a blast from Captain Cold. His mind is barely on the fight. Barry is going to kill them for leaving Danny behind like that! But he’ll be sfe, right? At least he’s out of the fight.
“N’s back there though, right?” Impulse asks in a panic as he rushes past.
“Right.”
Dick would look after Danny, right? Make some excuse for them?
Danny stumbles. His time on the run, rationing ration bars, hasn’t done him any good in the muscle department and the person leaning against his side is heavy. Luckily, someone steadies him.
“Danny?!”
“Dick.” Danny coughs out the name. “Little help?”
“Yeah, of course!” Dick takes most of the weight of the person and Danny sighs. “Let’s get you both to an ambulance, they should be here soon.”
Which sure, sounds nice, but there are still people to save. “Have you seen Bart?And where’s Wally?”
“They’re both out,” Dick says. He’s got smudges of ash on his forehead like he’s been doing the same thing Danny has. “Wally and I got out together and Bart came out after.”
Danny nods. “Okay. Take them.” He puts the rest of the weight on Dick and runs back towards the building.
“Danny!”
“Dude, do you know how not crash this all is?” Bart asks as he pops the core out of Captain Cold’s newest invention. “Totally not crash!”
Danny’s eyes burn. He can barely see, but he feels that there’s someone close and in pain. His foot catches on something and he goes down. Pain lights up his left side and for a moment he’s back there.
They liked to test electricity on him.
To see what made him drop his form.
To make him scream.
The smell of burning flesh snaps him out of it. He’s run into one of the fallen arcade cabinets. And something soft. The person! He has to take the risk.
For the first time since there, Danny pulls at his powers, moves his arm through the machine, and pushed the intangibility into the other person. As he struggles to his feet he pulls. They come free with almost a pop and Danny lets his powers drop.
The room is just smoke now. It’s okay, they’re okay. He knows the way out and that’s all he needs.
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fandom-gremlin-1987 · 5 days ago
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ok but why is Martin convinced that everybody tryna steal his girl.
Like buddy. Your girl is an evil eldritch fear entity in the form of a 5 foot negative three skinny depressed snooty rat man with no ass and undiagnosed autism who hasn’t showered in a month, is probably a closeted theatre kid, and is a total bitch to everyone he knows including you. I promise you you’re not in danger.
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fandom-gremlin-1987 · 6 days ago
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Solar flares danced in the distance above the skylight of the ship's indoor garden. Many beings walked about its paths enjoying the celestial view. The sight of the solar flares, the smell of plant life from dozens of different planets, and the cool artificial breeze created the perfect outing for the youngling centre.
With only a handful of children on the last day of the work week the human caretakers decided to treat the children to a 'field trip' to the gardens.
Tree branches swayed with the breeze rocking little one's to sleep. Artificial rivers tickled and lapped at paws, hooves, and other appendages. Cool dewy grass became a green ocean for the younglings to sail across.
It was too perfect for the Eodi to ignore, grabbing their hologram tablet they opened the drawing application and began sketching the scene before them. Some of the children were a bit too difficult for them to draw, their anatomy much different than their own, plus drawing unknown children always felt a bit odd so they settled on the adults.
An adult Kenezal speaking to an adult human whilst walking. Perfect. Familiar enough anatomy yet still challenging enough as they are moving.
The basic shapes of the subjects were done, the rough sketch was nearly complete, all that was standing between the Eodii starting the line art was that they for the life of them could not figure out how to draw the upper appendages! Both species had hands rather than pincers like the Eodii. Kenezals have three fingers. Humans have five. The Eodii has redrawn both of their hands at least a dozen times by now.
A sharp chirr breaks their focus. A felxphiard. Loyal companion. Good protector of the household. Tricky to train yet very obedient once they figure it out. More energetic than one would think considering their size...Size. Felxphiards are large. Very large.
Younglings, most of them, are not.
Oh.
They whip their head up just in time to the large beast bound towards the young playing in the grass. Its maw wide open in a toothy grin, surely excited to see the young--felxphiards have an unexplained fixation on creatures smaller than themselves. The younglings, however, do not look as happy. They look scared. They look nervous. They look very small compared to the beast.
They look like its new chew toy.
"♒︎♏︎⍓︎♒︎♏︎⍓︎♒︎♏︎⍓︎!!" the human adult yelled jumping in the beast's path. The adult's stance was low and wide as if it's plan was to wrestle the creature to the ground.
The beast jumps to a stop looking at the human bewildered. It's owner runs over securing it's leash to the harness. Apologies seem to be made. Felxphiard and owner leave.
For a while the Eodii simply sits there trying to listen in as much as they can from the bench they settled on. Why did the human do that? Did they have some sort of repellant spray? Are humans actually strong enough to fight a beast like that bare handed?
It wasn't until they took out their translator did they get their answer. Just as the human was walking the younglings back to the centre, still chatting with the Kenezal, they heard it.
"❒︎♏︎♋︎●︎●︎⍓︎📪︎ ■︎□︎ ◻︎●︎♋︎■︎📬︎ ✋︎ ���︎□︎⧫︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎❒︎♏︎ and the only thought I had was 'Okay, I guess I'm fighting a dog'. I'm just happy that the big fella didn't jump on the kids. So! You're enrolling your eldest into our after school program, well as I mentioned before all the grades are together..."
In the end the Eodii decided to just draw the Kenezal and human with their hands in their pockets or behind their backs.
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fandom-gremlin-1987 · 6 days ago
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Danny has decided Gotham has shitty food. Most restaurants are fronts for gangs or just can’t afford good ingredients.
So he decides to open his own. He’s rich enough from Vlad and Pariah Dark’s treasury. Unlike others in the city he has the money to afford good ingredients and pay employees.
He can also share food with the street kids. He knows what it’s like to grow up without good food.
There’s a new restaurant in Gotham. All the locals know it’s a front for something but that can’t figure out what. The only reason Red Hood allows it in his territory is because it gives the leftovers to the crime alley kids.
Everyone eventually moves on from it until strange disappearances start. Each one is traced back to a rude customer.
Anyone seen being rude to the owner Danny starts disappearing. The bats have taken an interest.
Dan is having the time of his life. After following Danny to Gotham without him knowing he’s been secretly protecting him. By protecting him he means killing anyone who is even remotely rude to Danny. It’s been fun.
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fandom-gremlin-1987 · 6 days ago
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Speed Running Family, ch3.p3
masterpost shhh no editing pls. short part, but I think there needs to be a chapter break here. for maximum speedster panic.
It’s actually easy to relax and have fun once they’re inside. Danny’s pleasantly surprised. The noise, the dizzying carpet, the smell of popcorn and sugar, the flashing lights—Danny lets himself sink into it all. He follows Bart around as he’s dragged from machine to machine.
Bart’s good, but he can’t stay focused on a game for more than one round. Danny doesn’t mind that day, he needs the distraction that is Bart’s whirlwind of energy. Wally and Dick play a few with them here and there, and a few together, but they also just hang out.
Danny is with Bart, they should just kiss already.
It’s part way through a really good Doom Arcade run that the arcade is plunged into darkness. The world goes from orchestrated chaos to nothing so quickly that Danny is left reeling.
And then the phones start going off, even Danny’s shitty little phone (the best he’d let them buy him and only because Iris said she’d be worried every time he was out otherwise). He pulls it out and reads over the alert. The room fills with bright rectangles of light as everyone does the same.
“Shit, Bart, it’s a rogue attack. Do you know where Wally and Dick are?” Danny asks.
There’s only silence.
“Bart?”
“This isn’t funny, Bart, where are you?”
Noise and light returns to the world with a bang. Literally. Arcade machines topple over as half the wall caves in. Shoddy solder jobs spark and sputter. The years of popcorn oil in the horrific carpet catches fire. People scream.
“Well,” Danny sighs, “fuck.”
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Speed Running Family, ch3.p3
masterpost shhh no editing pls. short part, but I think there needs to be a chapter break here. for maximum speedster panic.
It’s actually easy to relax and have fun once they’re inside. Danny’s pleasantly surprised. The noise, the dizzying carpet, the smell of popcorn and sugar, the flashing lights—Danny lets himself sink into it all. He follows Bart around as he’s dragged from machine to machine.
Bart’s good, but he can’t stay focused on a game for more than one round. Danny doesn’t mind that day, he needs the distraction that is Bart’s whirlwind of energy. Wally and Dick play a few with them here and there, and a few together, but they also just hang out.
Danny is with Bart, they should just kiss already.
It’s part way through a really good Doom Arcade run that the arcade is plunged into darkness. The world goes from orchestrated chaos to nothing so quickly that Danny is left reeling.
And then the phones start going off, even Danny’s shitty little phone (the best he’d let them buy him and only because Iris said she’d be worried every time he was out otherwise). He pulls it out and reads over the alert. The room fills with bright rectangles of light as everyone does the same.
“Shit, Bart, it’s a rogue attack. Do you know where Wally and Dick are?” Danny asks.
There’s only silence.
“Bart?”
“This isn’t funny, Bart, where are you?”
Noise and light returns to the world with a bang. Literally. Arcade machines topple over as half the wall caves in. Shoddy solder jobs spark and sputter. The years of popcorn oil in the horrific carpet catches fire. People scream.
“Well,” Danny sighs, “fuck.”
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Hatchling Bird, part 56
masterpost this is a first draft, please no editing or concrit <3
Tim woke up.
Which was unexpected.
Unless he was a Talon. He’d know if he was a Talon, wouldn’t he? Wait, would he even know anything? Were Talons mindless? Was he a Talon?!
No, Danny had come for him. Danny was there. Danny… he was too late, wasn’t he?
Tim groggily tried to focus, to assess how injured he was. He wasn’t—he couldn’t—why couldn’t he feel anything?!
“Tim, sweetheart, it’s okay. Just—well, um, relax.”
Or breathe. Why couldn’t he breathe?!
He was dead, wasn’t he? He was dead and in some sort of after life. That’s why he couldn’t breathe. He was dead. Danny got there too late. Tim never even got to tell Bruce—
No. It was best that Bruce didn’t know that Tim was biologically his, not now that Tim was dead. It would have hurt too much. It’s good that Bruce never knew.
“Tim, I know this is all very weird, but I can explain. Please, Tim, open your eyes.”
Tim opened his eyes. Even that felt weird.
Danny.
“Danny… are you dead too?” Tim slurred. He felt like crying. Did Danny die because of him?
“That’s a bit of a hard question to answer, hummingbird, but I’m also still alive,” Danny said.
“But you’re all…” Tim tried to reach out to touch the odd white hair.
He froze.
His skin was… was blueish. The color of dead flesh.
“I’m dead.”
“Tim—”
Tim scrambled to grasp Danny’s hand. “Don’t tell Bruce, about… it would… he can’t know…”
“Tim, it’s okay, honey, I’m right here,” someone else said. Someone like…
“Bruce?” Tim asked as he tried to blink away the tears that were blinding his vision. If Bruce was here…
“I’m right here, Tim,” Bruce said and moved to where Tim could see him.
“Bruce! Dad!”
Tim flung himself forward and Bruce caught him, because of course he did. He always would. Bruce held Tim tight. His large, calloused hands ran through Tim’s hair, over his shoulder, and through his wings, as if Bruce was checking that he was alright.
Wait—wings?
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Speed Running Family, Ch3.p2
masterpost please no editing or concrit. am sleepy
“Wow, you new brother looks way more like a Wayne than a West,” a guy who must be Dick say to Wally. They’re waiting outside, leaning against Wally’s car.
Danny pretends not to hear as he locks up, because he doesn’t think a normal person should be able to hear it. Usually Danny wouldn’t be able to hear it either, but there has been… power seeps. Best as Danny can figure, the longer he went without going ghost the more his ghostly side seeps into his regular life.
He’s trying to ignore it.
Like, maybe the Wests aren’t the most normal people (Danny can’t prove anything, but there have been some weird moments), but if Danny is right then they’d just be metas. And there was a big difference between meta and dead.
Meta’s have rights.
He doesn’t.
“Yeah, maybe don’t make that joke to him,” Wally whispers. “He still a little unsure about his place, and I really want him to be comfortable here.”
“Right, no jokes like that,” Dick says with a little nod. When Bart and Danny get closer he raises a hand. “Hey! I’m Wallys friend, Dick. And yes, I’ve heard all the jokes.”
“Um, right,” Danny says awkwardly, still stuck on Wally’s words. “Bart said you’re Tim’s brother?”
“Oh,” Dick tilts his head curiously. “You’ve met Tim?”
Danny sticks his hands in his pockets. He’s warm out, but he’s still in one of his flannel shirts that Iris got him. “Nope, but Bart talks about him a lot. Just I guess the only reference I have.”
“Makes sense! You’ll meet him soon, I’m sure. He’s just got a lot going on right now, you know?” Dick says. “But I’m sure the whole gang wants to meet you!”
Danny gives a little shrug. He’s not so sure about that. If it happens, sure, but he’s not going to push it. It’s fine, the less people that know about him the better.
“Right,” Wally jumps in with purposeful cheer. “Ready to go to the arcade?”
“Yeah! I gotta show Danny all the best games!” Bart says and bounds past them all and into the car.
Danny climbs in quietly after him.
He stays quiet for the drive too. Dick apparently has a lot of siblings and a lot of stories about all of them to fill in Wally and Bart about. There’s a real awkward moment where Dick clearly almost asks Danny if he has any siblings, and pivots badly into asking if Danny likes video games. Since, you know, they’re going to an arcade.
Danny does his best to spare Dick and talks a little about what he used to play.
He tries not to think about Jazz. Jazz who had been so sure that their parents would take the news about Danny well. Who had pushed and pushed and pushed—
“Danny.”
Danny shakes his head. “What, sorry?”
“We’re here, dude,” Bart says. “You still okay to go in?”
Danny forces a smile for Bart. “Yeah. You have to show me the best games, right?”
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Speed Running Family, the real Ch3.p1
masterpost pls no editing or concrit, got the new semester madness
“Danny Danny Danny!”
“Bart Bart Bart,” Danny answers back, but keeps his eyes on his laptop.
Well, ‘his’ laptop. Apparently, or supposedly, it was one of Wally’s old laptops. Danny is a little suspicious because the laptop keeps up really well, but a lot of the keys were been worn free of their letters, so it was well used. Maybe Wally just upgraded it a little, Danny can live with that. He just refused to let them buy him anything new.
They’re already doing so much for him.
Bart pops up next to the desk under Danny’s bed. Danny protested the new furniture, but he has to admit that the two bunk beds with storage and a little desk under them instead of a second bed really are perfect for sharing the small room. “Watcha doing?”
“Solving world hunger.”
“Ah, homework?” Bart asks. He rests his chin on the corner of Danny’s desk.
“Yep,” Danny says, popping the P. He took the option to enroll in the weird online/home school hybrid. It good, it’s better than good. Danny could attend one of the live class for a lot of the topics or watch the video after. It let him take the time to go over stuff at his own pace. English class was a lot easier when he wasn’t trying to listen and read at the same time.
Iris suggested that Danny get tested for dyslexia.
(Danny had a panic attack at thought of being tested.)
(He was fine.)
Bart is supposedly in the same program, but he’s always done with the homework super quick. The nice thing is, he never makes Danny feel less than because he takes longer. Bart’s pretty cool like that.
“Kay,” Bart says. He sorta gnaws on the edge of Danny’s desk for a moment before the rest of the words burst out of him. “If you get done soon, or wanna take a break since it’s Friday, do you maybe wanna go to the arcade? Because I totally remembered that you haven’t been yet and it’s super cool and I think that you’d like it. Wally even said he’d take us!”
Danny does his best to not grin at the onslaught of words. “Oh did he?”
Bart nods as much as he can with his chin on the desk, which really means that he just squishes his face a bit. “Yeah and like he might bring Dick but Dick is okay enough, he’s Tim’s older older brother, yeah? And, like, they might just make out in a corner or something, I don’t know. Tim says they have UST or something? But I think that they should just kiss already.”
Danny leans his head against his hand that’s propped up on the desk to hide his grin. “I think that kissing is usually part of UST.”
Bart perks up. “Really? What is it? Cause they won’t say. They just keep saying that I’m ‘too young’ which is totally not true and totally not crash.”
“Unresolved sexual tension.”
“Ew.” Bart’s nose scrunches up. “But yeah, that tracks too. Will you go?”
“Yeah, course.” Danny says. It’s found it’s a bit impossible to refuse Bart. “But give me about thirty to finish this up?”
“Yes!” Bart bounces up and gives a fist pump to the air. “I’ll go let Wally know!”
“Thirty minutes,” Danny calls after him in reminder.
“Yeah!”
Danny sets his timer for twenty.
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Speed Running Family, ch3.p1 ch2.p3
masterpost, pls no concrit or editing, head is ball of fuzz.
Ever since he told the family his name, Danny’s been waiting for the other shoe to drop. He expects everything to change. But it doesn’t. Bart still drags him on silly, mini adventures. Wally either wanders after them (probably to keep an eye on them) or takes a hike of his own. Barry and Iris keep Danny well fed and keep asking how he is.
It’s… weird. And nice, but mostly weird.
And Danny doesn’t know how to answer it.
How is he?
Well, when he came out to his parents they turned him into a government organization that doesn’t believe he has any rights! So, you know, sort of like that.
Absently, Danny rubs at the scars scattering the back of his hand. He’ll live with the reminders of that time forever. He’s grateful that he healed fast, that they made him heal fast, but that doesn’t stop the scars from marking his skin with constant reminders.
“Hey, Danny,” Barry calls as he approaches.
Danny quickly pulls his sleeves down over his hand. He offers a little smile. “Hi, Barry. Bart and Wally are out on a run.”
“Yeah, I might go meet them for another leg of it,” Barry says, though he sits down next to Danny for the moment. “But I wanted to talk to you first.”
Danny freezes. Talking—it doesn’t go well. Talking ends up with him strapped to a lab table and—
“—of our trip, which means we’ll be heading back to Central City tomorrow.” (Barry was talking, focus, Danny.) “Iris and I have talked about it, and, if you want, you can come stay with us for as long as you need.”
For a moment, Danny doesn’t even process the words. Then, “What?”
Barry chuckles, a little nervously, and scratches at his cheek. “Sudden seeming, I know, but I guess it’s just something we do? Wally is Iris’ nephew, and he lived with us for most of his teen years until he moved to his own place. Bart’s not our kid either, he’s another relative, but he’s got a space with us as long as he wants it. See, they both needed somewhere safe and understanding to stay and Iris and I, we’re not going to say no when someone needs that.”
“I… I’m not a relative,” Danny whispers.
“No, but you’re a kid who needs somewhere safe and understanding to stay, and we’re not going to say no when someone needs that,” Barry says gently. “If your queer or a meta or even if you’re in trouble, that’s okay.”
“Just… just like that?”
“Just like that. There’s some base rules, sure, don’t hurt anyone else in the house, don’t steal other people’s stuff, if you need money ask us and we’ll work it out, keep your space clean enough, help out a little around the house… school’s a must, but it can be homeschooling or online. Bart does it that way,” Barry explains. “We’d like it if you’d talk to us when you have a problem, Iris is better than me at that stuff, but we’ll help however we can. Oh, and you’d have to share a room with Bart and make use of Wally’s hand me downs, if that’s a deal breaker…”
“No, it’s not. It’s not a deal breaker, I mean.” Danny swallows back the sudden lump in his throat. “I suck at English class, and I can’t cook at all. I’m really bad about throwing not exactly dirty clothing in a pile on my bed. I don’t like Christmas. And… and I’m going to be weird about some things like touch sometimes.”
“Well, none of those sound like deal breakers either,” Barry says with an easy shrug. “What do you say, want to head home with us tomorrow?”
Danny rubs a sniffle into his sleeve. “Yeah, I think I would.
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