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Robin was hit.

Red Robin knocked the futuristic gun out of the perpetrator’s hands but not before it fired into the fight and hit Robin square in the chest. There was a rush of chaos and confusion immediately following. Nightwing takes the unconscious teen into his arms and retreats while the rest of the bats take down the rest of the thugs with brutal efficiency.

Red Hood and Spoiler stay behind to question the criminals and do some more investigating while Red Robin examines the gun used.

It’s hours later, with Robin still unconscious in the Batcave medbay, they figure out it’s an alien device originally used to find others of the same endangered race. Frankly, it didn’t at all explain why Damian was still unconscious, or why he fell unconscious to begin with. From the research they found, it shouldn’t physically alter or affect the individual. Which leads them to believe the device had been tampered with.

Tensions were high. Answers were scarce. Doubts were increasing as well as fear and anger.

It came to a head almost twenty-four hours later when Damian violently wakes up.

From one moment to the next, the teen goes from being completely unaware to gasping awake. Dick, who had been by his side through this ordeal, is so startled he shouts in surprise. He jumps from his seat to keep Damian from hurting himself as the boy thrashes in the bed.

Tim comes running in from where he was stationed at the Bat computer to see Damian screaming and struggling against their older brother’s calming hands. The heart monitor is going ballistic and if Damian keeps flailing he’ll rip out his IV.

“Tim!”

He already knows what Dick wants and dashes toward the medicine cabinet for a sedative. It doesn’t take long for the drug to do its job with Dick holding down Damian.

“It’s okay. You’re okay. I got you. I got you,” Dick reassures as Damian loses his strength and sags into the bed.

Tim is already texting Bruce about the situation, not wanting to leave Dick by himself.

“What was that?” Tim asks out loud.

He had never seen Damian act like that except for when he got fear gassed. They had run every test they could think of when he came in, he was clean.

Dick is running his fingers through Damian’s hair soothingly even though the teen is out of it.

“I don’t know. Something’s off.”

They only gave him a small dose, but Damian is out for another six hours. In that time they had ran all the tests again to find nothing abnormal and Jason had pulled in about four hours in to park his butt at the work bench to clean his weapons in front of Bruce and within hearing distance.

When Damian wakes again, it’s sluggish from the drugs. He blinks and groans. Dick is at his side immediately.

“Hey, Baby Bat. How you feeling?”

Damian pulls at the cushioned restraints around his wrists. The teen wrinkles his brows in confusion and looks down.

“You want them off? The first time you woke up you almost ripped your IV out,” Dick explains as he carefully unlatches the Velcro.

“Oh,” Damian mumbles and then thinks about the words. “What?”

Bruce walks through the door. Jason lingers in the doorway peering in to check on the kid.

“There you are. You had us worried,” Bruce says. He stands at the side of the bed to put a hand on the boy’s shoulder while his eyes scan the monitors.

“Sorry.”

That got their attention.

“‘Sorry’?” Jason asks incredulously as he pushes off the doorway to stand at the end of the bed. “Since when have you ever apologized for anything?”

“Jason,” Dick hushes. “He just woke up. Give him a break.”

Damian rubs his free wrists as he looks around at them and the room. The longer they watch him they can see the lack of recognition in his eyes.

“What- what happened?”

Dick and Jason give each other a look at the stutter, but it’s Bruce that responds.

“What’s the last thing you remember?”

Damian looks down in thought, a hand coming up to fiddle with the IV site. Dick reaches over to pull his hand away. Surprisingly, Damian lets him.

“Um, I was- I was-… sorry,” he says in frustration.

“That’s okay. Take your time.”

Damian rubs at his face in a nervous mannerism he’s never shown before.

“I think I was doing homework? I- There’s this stupid project in history class that’s due in like two weeks and I’ve been procrastinating,” Damian shrugs.

Damian hadn’t once mentioned a history project.

He looks up at Bruce.

“Did I pass out or something?”

Bruce squeezes his shoulder before letting it drop. Dick was right, something is wrong.

“First, can you tell me your identification code?”

Dick shoots him a look that he ignores.

Damian blinks up at him.

“My what?”

Tension immediately seeps into everyone present.

“Your identification code, Dami, you remember it, right?” Dick pushes.

Damian turns to him in confusion.

“What are you talking about?”

“Did he hit his head when he went down?” Jason demands. He turns to Bruce. “I thought you checked for a concussion!”

Damian actually shrinks away from the aggressive tone. Bruce raises a hand for silence. He bends to get eye level with the teen.

“Do you know where you are?”

Damian glances around with cautious eyes.

“…The hospital?”

Dick puts a hand over his mouth in disbelief. Damian sends him a look.

“Not the hospital?”

“No,” Jason answers. “Not the hospital.”

“Do you know who I am?” Bruce asks next.

Damian studies him too closely, looking for context clues. It didn’t leave a lot of confidence.

“My… doctor?”

Dick stands abruptly to pace.

“What is happening?” He demands to no one.

“That’s what I want to know,” Damian chimes in.

“Damian,” Bruce calls to get his attention. “Damian, look at me.”

The teen turns to him in bewilderment.

“Who’s Damian?”

That question freezes them.

“What?” Jason asks. “Who the- If you’re not Damian, who are you?”

“Me? Who are you?”

Dick intervenes with raised hands. He approaches the bed like the teen is a scared animal.

“Okay. We’re starting over. Hi. I’m Dick. What’s your name?”

Not-Damian looks him up and down suspiciously.

“I’m Danny. Fenton. Danny Fenton. You- I thought you called me by my name earlier?”

Dick thinks back and gives a tight smile. “I said ‘Dami’, short for Damian, not Danny.”

Danny slumps back into the bed. “Oh.”

“We’ll figure this out, kiddo. Don’t worry-“

Bruce’s phone rings with an unknown number. He glances at the teen and shows him the screen.

“Do you recognize this number?”

“Yea, it’s mine,” Danny confesses.

Bruce puts it on speaker.

“Damian.”

“Father, it seems I’ve switched bodies with a civilian,” comes the voice.

“Wait, what?” Danny pats himself down. “Switched bodies?!”

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I can't articulate how utterly inhumane it is that we've not only normalized, but valorized, sleep deprivation. We treat it like an achievement.

Sleep deprivation increases your risk for a myriad of serious illnesses like heart disease, kidney disease, diabetes, and stroke.

And that's just to name a few.

Some of the most important cellular work we do all day happens while we're sleeping. When we don't get enough quality sleep and rest, our cells literally can't effectively repair themselves.

It literally damages every system in our bodies.

Capitalism lies.

Getting enough sleep is actually one of the most meaningfully "productive" things we can do.

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lol, certain paintings can allow someone to go inside. They just have to be charmed so only individuals can access them. He gets custom requests for vacation spots and even treasure safes.

Fic prompt #31

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When Danny was still struggling with his new ghost powers, the weight of his responsibilities, and his renewed fear of his parents, he started drawing as a hobby. It helped him relax. Even after he resolved the ghost problems in his city, he continued drawing. Eventually, he made a career out of painting.

The problem? He had become an incredibly powerful entity, and whenever he drew, he inevitably infused his power into the paintings. At first, he tried not to—but it was impossible—so he eventually began enchanting them intentionally. Practically every painting he created became a portal to a world of his own creation (or to an existing one, if he chose so). However, no one could actually enter them because he sealed them, making them safe to sell.

What he didn’t account for was things coming out of them.

Now, he has to come up with an excuse so the Justice League doesn’t try to arrest him. There’s no way he’s going to tell them the whole mess with Amity Park—if they’d wanted the truth, they could have helped back when they were begging for it.

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Fic prompt #31

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When Danny was still struggling with his new ghost powers, the weight of his responsibilities, and his renewed fear of his parents, he started drawing as a hobby. It helped him relax. Even after he resolved the ghost problems in his city, he continued drawing. Eventually, he made a career out of painting.

The problem? He had become an incredibly powerful entity, and whenever he drew, he inevitably infused his power into the paintings. At first, he tried not to—but it was impossible—so he eventually began enchanting them intentionally. Practically every painting he created became a portal to a world of his own creation (or to an existing one, if he chose so). However, no one could actually enter them because he sealed them, making them safe to sell.

What he didn’t account for was things coming out of them.

Now, he has to come up with an excuse so the Justice League doesn’t try to arrest him. There’s no way he’s going to tell them the whole mess with Amity Park—if they’d wanted the truth, they could have helped back when they were begging for it.

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i dont think i ever posted these ywlma doodles so. WOE, MONTHS OLD YWLMA BE UPON YE

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Imagine during the warehouse explosion, as Jason is struggling to get out, something just appears from the corner shadows. And of all things, it was Danny, his childhood alley friend he hadn’t seen in years. Jason couldn’t stop the wave of both relief and terror at seeing him. Especially when Danny wasted no time in rushing to free him from his restraints. But how did he get in here? And more than anything, how did he know Jason was in trouble? But he was also terrified of his friend being trapped in there as well. Danny didn’t talk much though as there wasn’t much time and Jason only had a moment before they were passing through the walls. (Along with Jason’s mother because while Danny isn’t the biggest fan of hers, he won’t leave her to die.) And once out Danny is nervous and shifting, trying to avoid the obvious despite Jason’s questions on what the heck that was?! Until finally Danny breaks and explains he’s not…normal. And about how his own parents didn’t want him because of these abilities. Of exactly how Danny ended up on the streets. And…the cage…

And if Jason tries to empathize saying how he understands since he doesn’t have parents who care about him, that would make Danny angry. He may say that his mother is trash but Jason does have people who care about him. Batman, for all his faults, loves Jason. And right at that moment, they see Batman drive up and race to the building Jason was previously held at. Only to get blasted away by the explosion. Jason screams his name and rushes towards him. Danny watches as the two are reunited and Jason supports the older man’s weight to get him somewhere safe. It was only a moment later Jason remembered he wasn’t alone and looks around. But Danny was gone.

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Danny had his accident early on his parent found out they caught him but could not end their son they put Danny in a cage with some blanks and toys and drove far away and came to a swamp they put the cage under some trees and set a timer on the cage and left him there the place they left their son was Slaughter Swamp

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Hello! I like the ideas you shared in that reblog of secret trio Hogwarts AU✨. To discuss the details, I wanna ask your opinions about their wands. Different materials have different meanings, right? What could the material of their wands be?

(Also, maybe we should exclude dragon parts for Jake's sake😅)

First off, not all dragons parts could be bad. For example, dragons shed their skin and maybe some dragons could give away baby teeth or clipped nails. Of course there would be some ingredients banned (like dragon heartstring).

But yeah, every wand has a different meaning. I personally prefer to skip the wand choosing just because I’ve seen so many variation of it but if I had to guess, I would say Jake’s wand is the shortest of the three, made from Ipe wood (most fire resistant wood their is) and with a dragon scale. But you could replace it with pretty much any other material if you don’t like that. (Since Dragons are the protectors of magical creatures in the show.)

Danny’s could be made from Weeping Willow with either yeti fur or a Thestral hair.

Randy’s wand would be the longest made from Japanese cherrywood and with a Tengu feather.

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Can you try drawing the genderbend versions of the secret trio in your art style?

sure! i can try? <;D

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Kim Possible: Why is Randy unconscious?

Juniper Lee: Danny told him he did a good job, then dragon boy walked in and complimented the new technique he's been working on.

Kim Possible: Ah...

Juniper Lee: The positive reinforcement from his favorite people short circuited his pea brain, so its currently rebooting.

Monroe Lee: I refuse to believe that he's an ancestor of the ancient Samurai. Cowboy hat HAS to be playing a joke!

Howard Weinerman: *eating Randy's fries* Probably, but who are we to judge the decisions of ancient ninja warrior deities.

Kim Possible: How did you get in here? The door was locked?

Howard Weinerman: I smashed a window on the 4th floor next to the tree. You should really increase security.

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Ok so I have a bunch of ideas for this that I don’t think could fit in the comments. Ok so imagine that Jake is an animagus from a long line of animagus who have awakened dragon forms which is incredibly rare. Maybe even something about his family being the ones to create the animagus spells and thus, it’s part of their tradition to gain and register an animagus form early on. (So yes, he is publicly registered as a dragon animagus) This way we can keep both the beast-like dragons in Harry Potter as well as the idea of dragons with the intelligence of humans. And why Jake can have a very big dragon form.

As for Danny, hear me out, what if he’s the result of an accidental horcrux? So we know how Voldemort was able to make Harry a horcrux on accident so it is possible. Now what would happen if someone made a horcrux on instinct to protect themself from dying, but made themself/their corpse as the horcrux (since we know living things can also be a horcrux too) and also using their own death as the ‘murder’ used to split their soul, only by inhabiting their own body the soul is never split. And it also makes a paradox. You use a horcrux to remain alive after death. But if your own death was used to make the horcrux then it kills you while also keeping you alive. And THIS results in Danny being both dead and alive at the same time. (Also would explain how Vlad could be a Halfa too since he probably would be the kind of person ho would intentionally make a horcrux. But something probbaly backfired.) Maybe Danny’s parents were doing experiments on the unforgivable curses, trying to figure out how they worked or perhaps defenses against them. maybe research on horcruxes. (Maybe extra fun an make them magical creature hunters rather than ghost hunters?) and are from a long line of wizards. They are also the kind of people who wouldn't care what house Danny was in.

As for Randy…he is the only normal wizard. But maybe make him a muggleborn. Like, both Jake and Danny could be from wizard families and Randy is just discovering magic exists. And could find an old spell book. A grimoire that chooses who wields it. To everyone else the pages are blank. (And maybe Howard is a muggle who snuck into Hogwarts and now he and Randy are faking the fact that the guy has any magic.)

Also, I think I saw art where all three are on the quidditch team with Randy and Jake being Griffindors and Danny being Slytherin and all of them having fun and competing in the games. I bet Nigel Thrall would also be a Slytherin (and on the quidditch team) and take on the role of Draco Malfoy as the sort of school bully and antagonist/rival. Especially to Jake. But how about a twist where Nigel acts like a jerk but is trying to be friends with Jake. He’s just a tsundere and really bad at communicating so comes off as rude and arrogant when he might be showing off to impress the guy. Meanwhile, all three of the trio baffle both their houses with the fact that they are such close friends. Slytherin and Griffindors were not meant to get along,

Like what I said in last post, the ghosts and dragons in HP are different from DP and ADJL. So what if Danny and Jake stick more to HP's setting?🤔

(I kept grinning when I was drawing this🤣)

Bad news: They can't be classmates now

Worse news: Randy looks so helpless with them😂

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Danny Phantom headcanon that for how unpopular they are, most of Casper High and various other people follow the trio on public social media. It’s not like they’re interested in the nerds lives or whatever but you just never know what’s going to show up. Fenton posting videos of living hotdogs running around his living room? Foley taking selfies from atop Amity’s tallest (also restricted) building? Manson making an impassioned video on globalism while Fenton is doing something strange and unsettling in the background? 

There’s something UP with the nerds but no one wants to ask but everyone follows them because everyone wants to know what the hell they’re going to do next.

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Like what I said in last post, the ghosts and dragons in HP are different from DP and ADJL. So what if Danny and Jake stick more to HP's setting?🤔

(I kept grinning when I was drawing this🤣)

Bad news: They can't be classmates now

Worse news: Randy looks so helpless with them😂

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I’ve got the stuffed animal version.

so i don’t know you but a picture you posted of your cat just showed up on my fyp and it looked so much like my own cat that i genuinely thought i found my sister’s blog. they could be long lost siblings. cheers

OUR KITTIES ARE SIBS OMG

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He doesn't remember ever meeting them, but he feels like he should know them.

Because they're definitely familiar with him considering they have called him by name before.

But that doesn't really make sense... How come they know him if he doesn't even recognize them?

Where did they come from? Why would they sacrifice themselves? As far as he was concerned he was just a normal joe, a nobody.

You could argue they're heroes and it's what they do, but the way the Dragon held Randy, curling around him protectively before he got hit.

The way the ghost kept on fighting despite the multitude of injuries it received until they were knocked out cold.

The way his heart aches at the sight of them and knowing there was nothing he could really do to help...

His knees gave out as a strange rush of emotions overwhelms him.

"I'm sorry... I'm so so sorry..."

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Yep, I love this idea of mine so much that I'm bringing it up again😗

The two little comics are continuation of fanworks from two great artists respectively. Thank you again!

<Left one Right one>

Some blabbering:

How the trio met? That's a tough and tricky question for anyone trying to make secret trio relevant stuffs. What I've seen most of the time, are either one of them going to another's city, or their cities are just so close, neighbouring or maybe even fused into one.

It's fun at first sight, but as I read too much about them, they appear too forced. The "an evil force that require all three of them work together to defeat" type is better, but I also read too much about it. Is there a more unique way for them to meet each other?

And the time prison idea just struck me out of nowhere!

Think about it, three super hero teens, with their powers unable to use, spent their time together in a cell. They didn't know each other at first, but they knew the others at least did a time crime to end up in here. So yeah, they can't be normal teens. Then they chatted, they hang out, and tried to think of a way out before eventually got bailed out. I don't know about you but I'm having fun thinking about it😄

In a word, yeah, this is how I imagine the trio met :)

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Secret Trio short #19 Gooey Situation-Roomates AU

I can't decide because both are funny :D

List

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Little Artist

So I saw this

and had an idea for Danny X Damian. Where Danny likes making various stories he publishes online. Everyone said he needed a hobby and he can’t be an astronount (or join a sport since it would be more suspicious if he left in the middle of a game or practice for a ghost attack) and Ghost Writer got him to try writing, saying it’s relaxing. And honestly? It was. Danny enjoyed making stories. Sometimes he would just type what crazy thing happened to him that day while tweaking names and a few details to not give away his identity. Sometimes he made fanfiction of some stories he liked. And sometimes he tested out making original stories, taking and first hand knowledge from various ghosts and cultures to make his writing more authentic. And after much encouragement from Jazz, he posted some of his work online.

Cue Damian coming across one of his brother’s laptops. He didn’t mean to look for long but he thought the file was for a case and wanted to know more about it. ….then he got invested.

There was an author on this sight who wrote amazing stories. The emotions captured were so vivid, and he even fact checked a few historical facts and languages used. Everything from the dialogue, to the accent, and culture. Each new story completely enraptured him.

It made his fingers twitch for a piece of paper. Some paint, perhaps charcoal?

Damian started putting heavy encryption on his computer and search history. And locked his art room up. Then came a story that truly resonated with him. An original work about a boy from a different place, trying to fit into his new reality and the new rules and expectations placed on him…worried if his family would accept him. It sounded so much like when Damian first came to Wayne Manor. And it sparked his inspiration. He spent days working on his newest piece. Trying different angles and lighting, mixing colors. It looked like a collage between charcoal and watercolor, showing someone leaving a world of darkness into the light, yet this new world was unstable and strange compared to the rigid structure of his old one. When it was finally done, Damian felt like he was both looking at himself and a stranger. The character from the story brought to life.

It felt both freeing and settling, like he finally had a name for what he had been feeling. AstroBoi13’s fics always had that affect on him.

And for the first time, Damian did something he thought he’d never do. He snapped a picture of his masterpiece and sent it to the author. Quickly so he didn’t lose his nerve.

It was fine. It’s just one picture. It’s not like this would be a repeat occurrence.