#A dip and a slip

[samgirl98]

A Dip and A Slip 5/6

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Danny was about to punch the crazy lady who claimed to be his mother and make a run for it. He had texted his parents an SOS and was sure that, given their reckless driving and complete disregard for human life, including their own, they would arrive soon with the Fenton Speeder.

It wasn’t soon enough.

“Talia, you have to think about this,” Bruce Wayne whispered to the crazy woman. Danny would be in the dark if it weren’t for his superhuman hearing. “He doesn’t live in our world and has a normal life. He won’t understand why you’re doing this or how we know about him so quickly.”

“I don’t care! He’s my son—mine. Now that he’s back to me, I won’t let him go.”

“Ok, do we make a run for it and hope your parents find us?” Mr. Manson asked. They may not like Danny much, but they wouldn’t let some random stranger take him. Besides, the Fentons would kill them for letting anything happen to their son.

“Wait, I know this is hard to believe, and she went about it the wrong way, but mother isn’t lying. You’re my brother, my twin!”

“Okay, say you’re telling the truth. Why should it matter? Danny already has parents,” Sam said with a scowl on her face, “You drop this bombshell on him without going through the legal process, and that lady is talking about kidnapping Danny.”

The police were interviewing everyone who hadn’t run. Red Robin and Nightwing watched the spectacle as if it were a good sports match, keeping a watchful eye on the tied-up agents waiting to be arrested.

“Listen, if what you’re saying is true, how would you know I’m your missing twin brother?”

“I took a DNA test,” Damian said, crossing his arms.

“You stole my DNA and had it tested without my permission?” Danny asked angrily.

Damian had the decency to look remorseful.

“I had to make sure,” he tried to defend himself.

“How did you even get the results so quickly?” Sam asked.

“Family secret,” Damian said through gritted teeth.

“Ancients, all billionaires are the same. You guys have a secret lab in your basement, don’t you?” Danny asked.

Danny noticed how Red Robin, Nightwing, and Damian all tensed subtly. Danny probably wouldn't have noticed if it weren’t for his super senses. Danny threw his arms up in defeat.

“Of course, of course, I have another billionaire Fruit Loop now looking into me. You’re all insane, and I want to have no part of this ‘family’ reunion.”

Danny didn’t think but reacted when a hand touched his shoulder. He grabbed the wrist and flipped the person over him, sending them flying.

It was the crazy lady.

“Mother!”

Damian ran up to his mom and helped her to her feet. Bruce Wayne looked at Danny with a calculating expression.

“Beloved, I don’t think our son is a regular civilian,” Crazy Lady said calmly while getting up.

“We can talk about this later, Talia.”

“Well, Mr. Wayne, as fun as this has been, it’s best we leave,” Mrs. Manson said while Mr. Manson herded the two teenagers toward the exit.

Crazy Lady flipped over Mrs. Manson and stopped Mr. Manson from advancing further. All for Amityville natives tensed. Crazy Lady was blocking the exit.

“Talia,” Bruce barked out, “Stop this.”

Police officers and the remaining guests watched the drama unfold. The two vigilantes tried to redirect their attention by getting the agents up and marching them toward the police vehicles outside.

Damian was between his twin and his mother, for once, not knowing what to do.

Somehow, Nightwing and Red Robin managed to clear the room, leaving only Danny, the Mansons, Crazy Lady, and Damian behind. Danny tensed when Crazy Lady moved, her arms wide open.

Mr. and Mrs. Manson got in front of Danny and Sam, shielding them from Crazy Lady’s eyes.

“Please, Habibi, please. I’m your mother. The pit took you away from me before I was even able to name you. I want my son back.”

Danny felt a little for the woman as tears started trailing down her cheeks. Damn it. He hated seeing people cry.

“Listen, I feel for you, I do, but I have parents, a sister, a family, already. I can’t just take your word for it that I’m your son, and you miraculously found me after years of searching. I need proof. I need to talk to my parents. I can’t give up my life and follow you.”

“He’s right, Talia,” Bruce whispered in a soft tone. “He has a life. We can do this differently. We need to take DNA tests and talk with his parents. We can’t kidnap him.”

Crazy Lady—no, Talia shook her head and looked straight at Danny.

“You’re my son, my little prince taken away from me.”

Danny sighed inwardly. He wanted to go home and forget the day had ever happened.

A crash sounded outside, and Danny heard the GIW yelling out his parents’ names in fear.

 Danny sighed, resigned to the chaos that was bound to happen.

“Who dares think they can take my baby boy from me?” His mom yelled out with a high-pitched whine following her question.

“Yeah, nobody messes with the Fentons.”

Talia got on the defensive and ran toward his mom, ready to attack.

Fuck.

[sweetmapple]

Y’all think they ever [REDACTED] each other’s [REDACTED] in the Dream Lands?

[yashley]

imogen & fearne in c3e106

[butmakeitgayblog]

🧚‍♀️🧚🏾‍♀️

[thedemonscrawler]

the TSAMS robots being canonically with metal shells fills me with so much stress because i want to write an injury as being 'cracked' but

sheet metal (what you'd have for an animatronic casing) doesn't crack. it bends, dents, and snaps.

so now I'm torn between writing what i want for the description, and writing what would make sense for the materials

(what have I written for other fics, time to reference myself...)

[esmes]

look at me baby, dead in my eyes it's the end of our holiday, but it isn't goodbye carry me with you all of the time eat of me baby, skin to the bone body on body, until I'm all gone but I'm with you, inside

🎥 @theriddletrades

[leblogreblog]

Proposal: In DC Universe, character has to live trough their birth day, the exact day they were born on, to age.

Idea: Tim was born on a leap day during leap year

Reasoning: His age is weirdly inconsistient with others because he literally ages slower than them

[samgirl98]

A Dip and a Slip 4/?

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I'm sorry that it's been over a year since I updated. I have no excuse😅

Danny tensed as soon as the power went out. Besides him, Danny felt Sam’s muscles coil, ready for any attack. She brought her clutch closer to her, where he knew she had a few small weapons stored. Around them, Danny saw different reactions. He could tell the Gothamites apart from the outsiders. The Gothamites were muttering and taking off jewelry calmly. The outsiders, barring Sam’s parents, were wide eyes and asking fearfully what was happening.

“Everyone, please keep calm,” Bruce Wayne came out of nowhere, talking calmly, Damian Wayne scowling by his father’s side. “We’re trying to turn on the generators as we speak. Everyone, remain ca—.”

The windows shattered as agents in white suits burst through them. Once again, the Gothamites were undisturbed. They ducked under tables or any covers they could find without thinking twice while the non-natives screamed and ran around, getting injured in the process.

“Nobody move! We’re Ghost Investigation Ward from the US government implementing the Federal Anti-Ecto Control Act! We know there are ecto-entities in the vicinity and are here to—umph!”

Danny didn’t have the patience to hear Agent K’s whole spiel. He hadn’t hesitated in drop-kicking the agent and didn’t flinch when Agent O pointed a weapon at him. He felt smug as Agent K got up with a dark shoeprint, marring his pristine white jacket, knowing it would cause the agent distress. From the corner of his vision, Danny saw both Waynes tense and get in a fighting stance.

“Who dares get in the way of the US Govern—Fenton,” Agent O growled, paling slightly. Without missing a beat, every agent in the room turned their whirring weapon toward Danny.

Danny scowled at the agents. The evening had just got interesting.

____

The only thing keeping Damian back was his father’s hand on his shoulder. Damian’s brother was in front of him. There were weapons pointed at him, and his father wasn’t letting Damian protect him. Though Damian could agree that his brother’s kick was impressive, that didn’t mean he could defend himself from all those agents; he didn’t have training yet.

“Oracle, find out what this Anti-Ecto Control Act is,” Father whispered into the comms. “Nightwing, Red Robin, be on the ready, but don’t do anything yet.”

“On it, B,” Oracle answered.

“Understood,” Nightwing said, “be careful down there.”

Damian moved his jacket a bit, hoping his mother was getting a clear signal of what was being said.

Samantha got in front of Daniel, clearly shielding him from the weapons.

“The Anti-Ecto Acts were repealed a few months ago for violating the Metahuman protection laws. You no longer have any jurisdiction. You’re here illegally terrorizing US citizens,” Manson said, her voice carrying clearly throughout the room.  

Both Mr. and Mrs. Manson stood beside their daughter.

“Isn’t it bad enough that you left our little town in shambles with your ridiculous law? Now you’re causing trouble in another city that clearly doesn’t have a ghost problem?” Mrs. Manson said in a haughty voice.

Ghost problem?

“We sued you once and won. We can do it again. Especially since you’re causing trouble in Wayne Manor,” added Mr. Manson.

His father took that as his cue and cleared his throat. Soon, every weapon had been turned toward his father. He didn’t flinch.

“Gentlemen, if you could tell me why you’re in my house and refrain from pointing live weapons at my guests, I would appreciate that.”

“Guys, this Anti-Ecto Control Act is crazy. It gave the US Government the right to quote, ‘hunt, detain, and experiment on any entity or person who produces, filters, or absorbs ectoplasm at the discretion of the USA Federal government and any person or organization they permit to.’”

“Samantha Manson is right. This was a clear violation of the Metahuman Protection Laws. It passed when Luthor was President. It was repealed a few months ago when the Mansons, Fentons, and Vlad Masters brought it up to Justice League Dark. Bruce, how did we miss this?”

“Hn,” Father grunted softly.

How indeed? The family was usually on top of things like this. Well, Father did make it an unwritten rule not to mess with Justice League Dark. He hated magic and usually depended on Dark to tell them things at their bi-yearly meeting. Even then, though, it was at the discretion of the members of Dark, and they weren’t usually the most forthcoming type.

Damian would have to convince his father to follow Justice League Dark closer because this law was something everyone in the JL should have known about.  

“Mr. Wayne, you and your guests are in trouble. We detected multiple ecto-entities on the premises and are here to protect you and any civilian in danger.”

“The only danger I see here are you and your men pointing weapons at my guests. Not to mention, you have destroyed my personal property and endangered my guests with the raining glass,” he said while waving a hand toward a few people who were bleeding and trembling.

Thankfully, guests were starting to leave now that the agents were paying attention to his father.

“Leave my manor, now.”

“Now, Mr. Wayne, we’re only here to help,” Agent O said while approaching them.

“Ecto-entity detected ahead,” a robotic voice said.

“Attack,” a random voice said, and soon, every weapon was aimed and ready to fire at Damian. Damian tensed, ready to jump and dodge, while his father moved before him.

“Hold your fire,” Agent O yelled, but it was too late. Damian saw a green beam coming toward them.

Before it could hit its mark, Daniel stepped in front of them, and a green shield appeared. Before Damian and father could react, Daniel had attacked. From where he stood, Damian could see Daniel wearing some electric gauntlet. He pushed a few buttons, and the shield shrunk. Before Damian could even blink, he saw Daniel punching the agent closest to him and then went into a seamless kick to the following few agents.

Daniel was trained. Not in the way of the League, but he knew how to fight.

There was no way his twin brother was a regular civilian.

Even though Damian was shocked, he was about to attack an agent that had gotten behind his brother, his secret identity be damned. Before he could, though, Samantha had done a backflip and kicked the agent in the back. Even the elder Mansons had joined the fight. Mrs. Manson was using her decorative scarf to choke a female agent. Mr. Manson had taken out a white and green ray gun from who knows where and was shooting a few agents, stunning them in their tracks.

Thankfully, by that point, most of the guests had left. His father whispered something into the comms. Damian wasn’t paying attention; he was running toward his brother.

Before reaching Daniel, he saw his brother take Samantha’s wrist and spun her around. She used the momentum to kick several agents in the face. Then she did a backflip in the air, took out a mini-ray gun that was on her wrist, and blasted a few other agents.

“Stand down,” Agent K yelled, “That’s a Fenton! That’s a Fento—umph!”

Daniel had kneed Agent K on the face and leaped away from the Agent, “Fuck yeah, I’m a Fenton, and you’re done!”

Daniel was running toward the agent again but stopped when Nightwing and Red Robin got in front of him.

“Don’t worry, we got this,” Nightwing said.

Damian finally got to his twin’s side. He took Daniel’s wrist and forced him to hide under a table. Even though it pissed him off, he got under the table, too, not wanting to be far from his twin.

Damian took the phone out of his back pocket.

“Mother, Daniel has been retrieved and is by my side under a table. Don’t worry, I will not let anything happen to him,” he spoke in the League’s language.

“Dude, I totally had that! And was that Nightwing? That’s so cool!”

Daniel was about to poke his head out when Damian pulled him back.

“Dude, what is your damage? I have to make sure my girlfriend is fine. Also, as cool as they are, I doubt Nightwing and the other one know how to deal with the Guys in White.”

Guys in White? Hadn’t they introduced themselves as the Ghost Investigation Ward?

Before Damian could ask, Samantha got under the table with them.

“Danny, are you hurt?”

“Nah, they’re idiots as usual. They all missed,” Daniel said with mirth. Damian could admit to himself that Daniel’s lackluster responses disturbed him. What had his brother gone through? And why was the Fenton name so important to those so-called agents?

“How’s it looking out there,” Daniel asked.

“Nightwing and Red Robin have got it. You should’ve seen it! They took them out with no problem.”

“So, we can leave the table?”

“Tt, I think it would be better to wait for the proper authorities. We should probably call the Justice League, too.”

“Oh, yeah, you just have the Justice League on speed dial.”

“Not me, father,” Damian said smugly, trying to impress Daniel. It had the opposite effect.

“Of course, all billionaires are crazy,” he said disgustingly. Damian frowned.

Damian was about to defend his father when he heard her.

“Where is he? Where’s my son?”

Mother had arrived.

I have been told time and time again that my action scenes are good, but every time, I don't believe it and feel like what I have written is subpar at best. Hopefully, people are correct, and this action scene came out well.

A little background: I was tired of Justice League Dark not being called more often in these fics. They deal with the supernatural, so of course, they will fight against these laws. That doesn't mean they have to tell the JL everything. Mostly, they were afraid that members of the JL (Superman) were gonna investigate Amity Park and get possessed, so they kept in on the hush-hush and put a 'do not disturb' on their files in the hopes of dissuading the JL from going in case they stumbled upon the little town.

Anyway, up next, Talia has to fight for Danny cuz the Fentons are not going to let their baby boy go.

[novaceresart]

not a huge fan of how this turned out but eh, quick robot design for Desecrate Sea. name is 002.

One of several prototype data-scraper machines, 002 was developed to find, track, and steal the data of other war machines. What wasn't intended was for 002 to go missing during it's first field test, never to be seen again.

[byanyan]

it's a wholeass month after pride has already ended but i finally changed my icon

[lesbianraskolnikov]

Ok this might be gone forever so have the 2007 rodya razumikhin luzhin . SIGH!

[definitelyimportantpost]

few pains exist like realizing you may have made a sub-par financial decision

[toracainz]

Really love those moments after a big huge event/day/weekend where you do a bunch of a fun stuff and hang out with friends

And then after the dust has settled and you go from one end of the emotional spectrum to the other

From feeling really good to feeling pretty sad cause it’s all over

[littleeyesofpallas]

There is a beautiful lly weird little unique space for gender expression built into the weird statistical anaomly of Japanese tokusatsu monster suit actors being a male dominated industry resulting necessarily in a role for men who have careers built on performing femininity, but only behind the guise of literal monsters. It's vaguely kabuki onnagata adjacent. Its strongly otaku culture adjacent. It's transhumanist adjacent. ...monsterfucker adjacent. It's a unique space that is at once super super niche, yet extremely publically visible and culturally prevelent. I dunno where I'm going with this but its a fact that rattles around in my brain...

[samgirl98]

A Dip and a Slip 3/?

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Sorry for the long wait. I had no idea where to go after the last chapter, but inspiration finally hit.

Talia Al Ghul was a woman who fought for what she wanted. Right now, she wanted her youngest son.

Damian had called her and sent proof that her youngest was still alive. After Damian had hung up, she started packing to make her trip to Gotham. Thankfully, she was in Metropolis, so getting there wouldn’t take long. A part of her couldn’t believe it. After sixteen years, her youngest showed up in her Beloved’s home.

She wondered if she should call Bruce and tell him what had developed. Would he even answer? She knew he was hosting a gala, but this was urgent. What if the gala ended and Talia never got a chance to see her son?

Making up her mind, Talia picked up her phone.

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Dick Grayson didn’t believe in coincidences. Not in their line of work.

Either Damian had been cloned again, or Dick was about to get a new baby brother.

Dick had decided to look for Damian and make sure he was behaving. He headed toward Samantha Manson and saw a boy resembling Damian. (Except he had Bruce’s blue eyes instead of green.)

Damian was nowhere to be seen.

Dick took a deep breath and went toward Samantha and the unnamed boy.

“Hello, have any of you two seen my little brother, Damian? I’m Dick, by the way.”

“Hello, my name’s Sam, this is Danny.”

Danny was busy drinking punch when Samantha, Sam, elbowed him.

“Oh, uh, hi, nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too, Danny.”

“Sorry, Mr. Grayson, we haven’t seen Damian,” Sam said.

“Please call me Dick, I insist. Are you sure? He said he was coming here to talk to you. That was a while ago.”

“Is that the guy you said looks like me?”

Sam rolled her eyes, “He could basically be you,” she said under her breath, “We saw him earlier, but he didn’t come here.”

“I see,” Dick said, “well, thanks for your time.”

He left the two kids behind, giving Danny one last look. He knew where his little brother was, and he felt Damian knew something about what was going on.

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“Excuse me, I have to take this,” Bruce gave his best Brucie smile while leaving the people he was talking to. He didn’t want to talk to Talia, but it was best to answer if she was calling. She was a bit unpredictable, and he didn’t want to end up with an exploded building somewhere because he ignored her.

“Talia,” he growled into his phone. He closed the door to his study.

“Beloved, there is something important I must tell you.”

Bruce felt a cold chill down his spine. He knew something big was about to happen.

“You have another son; he’s at the gala.”

Bruce felt his breath catch in his throat just as the grandfather clock opened to reveal Damian being pulled out by Dick.

Damian took one look at his father, and he knew that father knew about his twin.

Richard had found him in the cave with the test results staring at them. He had told his older brother everything. Richard had insisted that they tell father immediately, that he deserved to know the truth.

It seemed he knew even without Damian telling him anything.

Father hung up his phone.

“That was your mother; is it true?”

Damian nodded and got the test results from his pocket.

“Here’s the result. I looked up to see who Samantha Manson’s plus one is. His name is Daniel Fenton. His adoptive parents are Madeline and Jack Fenton. They live in Amity Park, Illinois. That was all I could figure out before Richard found me.”

 Bruce looked at the results and then sat on his desk. He pulled up the security footage and looked through it until he found Daniel. It wasn’t hard; the boy looked like the spitting image of Bruce when he was sixteen.

Daniel was dancing with Samantha. He had a huge smile on his face.

Another son. He had another son who he didn’t know existed. Another son he didn’t see grow up. Another list of firsts that he missed. Was he doomed to always fail his children?

“Why didn’t Talia tell me? Why didn’t you,” he asked his youngest (was Damian the youngest?).

“There’s a tradition in the League. Any Al Ghul born is to be dipped in the pits to make them stronger. I’m the oldest; I went first. My twin didn’t make it out. From what mother tells me, the pits took him under its waves, and he didn’t come out. Mother didn’t even have a chance to name him.”

“I can’t speak for mother, but I didn’t want to burden you with the knowledge of your dead son. What would’ve been the point? I thought it would be cruel to tell you about him so you could grieve a child you never knew. So, I kept it a secret.”

“That wasn’t your choice to make!” Bruce yelled out, angry.

“Bruce, stop that,” his eldest admonished, “it’s not his fault.”

Bruce deflated. He took deep breaths to calm himself down.

“I’m sorry, Damian. Dick is right; it wasn’t your fault.”

Should he even blame Talia? She lost her son, too. She grieved without anyone there to help her. He couldn’t help but feel for Talia. He doubted Ra’s was any comfort.

Damian’s phone caught their attention.

“It’s mother. She says she’s on her way.”

Dick frowned, “That’s not good; Daniel is a civilian. We can’t bring him into this world. He has a normal family that loves him.”

Bruce stared at the laughing boy. He was smiling, untouched by the darkness surrounding him and his family.

(Was it his fault his children didn’t have normal lives? Could he have done better to keep them away from the darkness that touched his life?)

“Damian, call your mother. I want to speak to her.”

Damian frowned.

“She deserves to see her youngest,” he said, crossing his arms.

“Now,” Bruce demanded.

His (second) youngest frowned and got out his phone.

“Dick, text the rest of the family and let them know about the situation.”

“Will do, B.”

Damian passed the phone to his father and ignored him, arguing with his mother. He went to the monitor and watched his twin. Daniel was laughing with Samantha. He gave her a quick peck on the cheek and then held her hand.

Was Samantha his paramour? Hmm, he would have to do a background check to ensure she was good enough for his brother.

“Talia, think about this for a second. He’s been raised as a civilian. Are you going to kidnap a child from his family? We have to think about this and find another way to make contact.”

Damian frowned as he heard his mother’s voice over the phone. He couldn’t make out what she was saying.

“Talia, please. We need to… No, Talia. You can’t take a child!”

More yelling from his mother.

“Yes, I know he’s your, our son, but he doesn’t know that! He has nothing to do with the League or with heroes. You’ll scare him.”

Damian ignored his parents again in favor of watching his younger brother.

That was how he spotted them.

“Father, there are people in the Manor’s property.”

“What,” Richard said while looking through the cameras, “how did they get through our security?”

“I don’t know, and I don’t care. They are not touching my brother.”

With that, Damian left the room to look for Daniel.

[friendscfmine]

//stan be like *gets in a toxic relationship* *gets in a toxic relationship* *gets in a toxic relationship* *gets in a t