#alfred going on attack mode

[lilacwriter07]

Omega!Dick was seething with rage .

Someone dared to hurt his mates behind his back, Beta!Tim looked like he was about to cry and Beta!Jason to run off .

Dick scanned the room before he found the group and walks over towards them (ignoring his mates pleads)

"Hey !" He snapped at the female Alpha who looked at his annoyed ."Are you the fucking bitch who can't keep her mouth shut towards my mates !"

"What about it pretty boy ."

Famous last words .

Dick didn't care she was a girl, bitch had it coming when he still had a good chunk of her hair in his hand .

"You pulled bits of her scalp off ." Jason looked amazed as Tim hugs him .

Dick huffs as he then snarls when the police tried to question him, but Omega!Bruce was quickly there with Beta!Alfred . Who looked ready to fucking punch anyone who hurt his granbabies .

Bruce sicks Alfred on them as he walked towards the trio ."So ..."

"They deserved it ."

"It was awesome ."

"Can we eat chili dogs for dinner ?"

Bruce sighs as Alfred's scolding could be heard from far away, the group assholes looked ready to cry and the police was no better .

Dick would protect his mates, he doesn't care who or what law stands in his way .

[witherby]

Yoooo, reading Hideaway with Mouse and Conner made me wanna know how it would go if someone actually *did* manage to walk in on them being intimate.

Imagine the chaos, the violence, and the sobs from Dick as he realizes just how mature Mouse has actually become.

Or even worse - what if actual pregnancy scare. They'll probably tell Hal first, cause he won't immediately try and kill Kon, or Jason, who just runs off to buy some tests because if Mouse was caught buying them, all hell would break loose, but Jason? Jason could have just had a one night stand and wanted to be sure

I can tell you what would happen!

What if you had gotten caught in the act?

Bruce: expressionless face, closes the door and walks away immediately, cries alone in his bedroom because his youngest kid is growing up so fucking fast, finds Conner after the deed is done and they've had time to get themselves together and asks him to please never fuck in this house again. It's taking all his strength not to put the manor in Red Sun Mode and beat his ass.

Hal: gasps, blurts an apology for barging into Mouse's room like that, leaves, gives them both a little goody bag with condoms and candies afterwards and emphasizes the importance of locking doors, and "hey did you know that putting a sock on your doorknob —"

Dick: screams, sobs, gags, clings to Mouse afterwards and tells them to stop doing grown-up shit, they're just a baby (they're in their 20s). Glares at Conner and tells him to stop committing sin with his little itty bitty baby sibling (Mouse is only a head shorter than Dick).

Jason: startles, realizes he should've knocked first, leaves, minds his business.

Tim: audibly blurts "EW, WHAT?" and slams the door. Avoids Mouse and Conner like the plague for at least two weeks while he desperately tries to get the image of what he saw out of his brain. Every time he sees them both his face goes >:[ automatically.

Damian: shouts in shock and disgust, immediately draws a knife out of seemingly nowhere to attack Conner so you have to slip into the shadows with him, rants and scolds your shadow forms on the floor for several long minutes until someone else drags him out of the room, apologizes because Jason forces him to.

Alfred: tuts in disappointment, closes the door, and pointedly laments the good old days when people got married before going for a romp in the sheets at dinner.

What if there's a pregnancy scare?

Bruce: outwardly he is keeping a calm and level head, letting Mouse know they have options about keeping it or not, and insists he will support them no matter what. Inwardly he's screaming GRANDBABY? GRANDBABY?? I WILL BE A GRANDPA? GRANDPA TIME? BABY? MY BABY HAVING BABY? BABY!! GRANDBABY!!! GRANDBABYGRANDBABYGRANDBABYGR

Hal: outwardly supportive of any decision taken, just like Bruce. Inwardly going g-grandbaby???? I will be grandma??? I'm gonna fucking CRY, GRANDBABYGRANDBABYGRANDBABY

Dick: screaming, crying, throwing up, so emotional at the prospect of being an uncle, begging Mouse to let him babysit when the fuckin pregnancy test isn't even done running yet

Jason: absolutely when and bought the tests for Mouse. Bought two of a few different brands just to be sure. Insists whatever they wanna do is perfectly fine and valid, even Conner, but after some wheedling he does admit having another baby running around would be kinda fun again

Tim: loudly declares "EW" but then immediately follows it up with "I get to babysit before Dick. It'll be so funny. Please let me babysit first."

Damian: takes some deep breaths, does not bring his knife out again, brings home pregnancy tests from the hospital, and promises he will either give Mouse the best prenatal care on the planet or find them the best hospital for a quick and painless abortion, then tells Conner flat-out that he won't be allowed to be a deadbeat or he'll just be dead.

Alfred: great grandpa? Great-grandbaby??? GREATGRANDBABYGREATGRANDBABYGREATGRANDBABYGREATGRANDB

[redflagshipwriter]

Mama Bat 9: Dinner Out

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After her promise, the bats were a whirlwind of activity. He didn’t know where Uncle D or Alfred went, but Cass and Bruce gently bustled him across the house to plan his ecto dinner like it was an attack on an enemy base.

“I think it was around here,” Danny said uncertainly over the map in Bruce’s study. “I don’t know the names of any of these places. But there was this abandoned-looking theme park that had a lot of what I need.”

He didn’t have to be the world’s smartest ghost to recognize that there was a lot of tension in the air after he said that. That tracked. There were not many pleasant ways for a place in the human realm to accumulate a glut of deathly energy.

“That makes sense,” Bruce said. “Cass, honey, do you think we should ask Dick and Jason?” He folded the map back up along the same lines as before without even looking. Danny wondered at why he had that muscle memory. Did he fold everything in the same pattern?

“Big visible muscle,” Cass agreed. Her phone appeared out of nearly nowhere. “Danny.” 

He stood up even straighter. 

“Is Amity dangerous?” She pinned him in a look, her soft brown eyes arresting. “Dangerous to Jasmine Fenton?”

“Jazz,” he corrected automatically. Cass nodded. He rolled his ankles around, stimming below their line of sight. “Uh.” Danny faltered. “Um.” He bit his lower lip and tried to feel less like there was a painful hand around his heart. 

He hadn’t thought so. But he would never have thought that he and Vlad were in serious danger, either. Now that the GIW and Mom and Dad knew… They would know who to ask for more information.

His parents would never push his friends or Jazz too hard. But the idea of the GIW trying to intimidate his friends and family was almost too upsetting to consider.

“Batdad extracts them?” Cass cocked her head at him to make it even more of a question. It was up to him. Was it a good idea?

Danny licked his lips. His mouth was so dry. He struggled for words. “Maybe.” One shaky inhalation. “If, um.” It sounded like someone else’s voice. It couldn’t be him saying that right now. “If it wouldn’t be too obtrusive… I don’t want to extract them and then, like, they can’t go back if they wanna.”

“We can handle that.” Bruce made eye contact to promise. He looked, Danny thought, like a more responsible, boring version of Jack Fenton. His eyes burned. 

“That would be, uh. Cool.” Danny managed to get that out and avert his eyes, but he felt like everyone could see that he was about to cry.

Whatever. He leaned to the left before he consciously knew that Cass was lifting an arm to put over his shoulder. It slotted in place like they’d done it a billion times. Danny tilted his head towards the nails she gently scratched through his hair.

“Batdad, Damibat, Timbird, Stephanie,” Cass listed easily. “Amity.” She jostled Danny a little. “And we get dinner. You only need me. I’m the best. But we bring boys too, Dickbird and Jason.” She blew a raspberry.  

Bruce looked exhausted and fond. “She is the best,” he agreed. Danny watched their interplay like it was a pingpong match. “I think you ought to go tonight to get something to eat. Would you recommend that we contact Jazz and your friends in the daytime, or should we leave as soon as possible?”

…They all had school in the day. Even Jazz was still in high school. Danny eyed Bruce doubtfully. He did know about school, right? “Night is probably better.” 

“I’ll make a few calls.” Bruce sat back and seemed to flip a switch into planning mode.

“Text!” Cass said, disagreeing strongly. She rolled her eyes, but it wasn’t too mean. “Grandfather Bat.”

“Oh!” Danny startled. “Um, I should contact Sam and Tucker. So that they know to expect you.” 

Bruce balked. “We don't normally contact civilians about ongoing investigations…” He looked constipated about it.

Danny crossed his arms. He wanted to think it was stubbornness more than self comfort. “You're not going to like, creep up on my friends. If they want to go, they need some time to get ready.” 

“Preparing could give away the plan to observers.” 

“Is Amity Park Batman's domicile?” Cass asked archly. “Batdad.” She put both her hands on his desk and leaned forward to give her father an unimpressed look. “Mayor of Amity Park?”

Bruce snorted and then covered his mouth guiltily. “Point taken.” He cleared his throat, trying to retain some dignity. “Danny, do you need help to contact your friends?” 

He shrugged. “Just a computer.” Danny fiddled with the strings on his hoodie. Tucker's hoodie. “I know you gave me a phone, but we thought -”

“That communications might be intercepted,” Bruce said, nodding as if that kind of paranoia was commonplace. “It's the first thing I would do if I expected a person of interest to contact a friend. What's your workaround?”

Danny bit his lip. It sounded stupid when he said it aloud. 

Ten minutes later, Damian joined Cass in her perch on the back of the sofa and watched with morbid curiosity as Danny joined Doomed chatroom after chatroom, scanning for Sam's username. “She’ll leave it running whenever she's home in case I ping her,” Danny defended weakly. He left another chatroom. 

Damian hummed, two pitches that came off incredibly doubtful. He had a gift for that.

“No, really, this- yes!” Danny pumped a fist and sent a HEY ITS YA BOI message. 

It took seconds for Sam to get to it and add his temporary account as a friend. She sent a DM before he could and then ignored his response to start a voice chat. 

Once he'd confirmed to her satisfaction that he was himself and that he hadn't gotten any deader in Gotham, he passed on the information that the friggin Batman was going to stop by Amity and wanted to check in. “But don’t worry, he’s kinda cool,” Danny added. “I gotta go. I am starving.”

Sam said all the rude words that she knew in quick succession. Damian looked sort of impressed. “Fine,” she said, obviously annoyed about it. “I’ll meet with Batman, but only because I hate the GIW more.”

“You hate Batman?” Damian asked. It was hard to tell from his tone if he had any feelings about that.

“That’s Damian,” Danny introduced. “He’s cool.”

“Hey,” Sam said shortly. “Yeah, he’s basically a cop. You have a problem with that?” Her voice went a little too aggressive.

“Just so you know, Damian is a child,” Danny said warily. 

Sam scoffed. “You said he’s cool. I respect him enough to fight him if he’s wrong.”

“Batman may be improved by your feedback,” Damian said idly, as if he wasn’t making trouble for his father on purpose. “You should be certain to give it to him as soon as you see him. Do you have time to prepare a presentation?”

Danny sniggered into his hand.

“I can reuse the posterboard from Current Events class, yeah.” Sam mused. “Good idea. Alright, thanks for the heads up. It’s really good to hear from you. We were starting to get worried here. You missed a check in, you know.” She was trying to sound tough, but there was a hint of strain.

Danny flushed. “Yeah, I had logistical difficulties,” he said, which sounded less pathetic than “I got robbed while I was sleeping outside and had no money to  use to access a computer.”

He ignored the thoughtful look he knew he was getting from Cass and signed off. He avoided making eye contact with anyone as he stretched, hands over his head. Then Danny put his hands on his hips and kind of stretched by rotating his back around. “Well, that’s done. Have fun with Sam, Uncle D.”

Damian made a hum in the back of his throat, eyes lost in thought. “I think I will.” Then he stalked away without a proper goodbye. Just a big housecat, that kid.

“Do you think Jason and Dick will be here soon?” Don’t ask, don’t ask, Danny silently hoped.

Cass looked at him for a long moment, silently weighing options and odds behind her dark eyes. Then she nodded. She turned on her heel and left, obviously expecting him to follow.  

Danny jogged to keep up. How did she move so fast without running? She had short legs, too. He was still busy pondering when they rounded a hallway corner and heard male voices from the entryway.

“Wait.” Cass shoved him the last step with a gentle palm press to the shoulder and then flitted back down the hallway.

“Hey, buddy,” Dick said.

Danny managed a nod in return. He stuffed his hands into his hoodie pocket and tried not to look like he was hiding.

Jason all but oozed reassurance at him, without ever looking at him. As far as the eye could tell, the blonde was barely aware that Danny was present. But under the surface of his skin, his masses of ectoplasm were roiling with  a sort of proprietary indulgence. 

It was a kindness, probably, that the two men continued their conversation as if they were still alone. Danny didn’t really pay attention, thoughts consumed with  a mixture of nerves about his worlds colliding and sobbing relief that he might get really, genuinely full for the first time since he had to run away from Amity Park. He edged a little closer to Jason without thinking about it consciously. 

Cass arrived silently. Danny looked up as she entered the room only because he could sense her steady presence. “Time to go,” he said.

Jason startled with a very small jump. His expression instantly changed to exhausted resignation.

“Haha,” Cass said, pointing at him.

“Poor scared little guy,” Dick cooed. “You can’t sneak up on him like that.”

“Too scary,” Cass said, nowhere near as convincing as Dick at empathy.

Jason scowled. “Shut up,” he complained. He zipped up his jacket and yanked the door open. The sound of early crickets immediately cut into the house along with a fresh, cool breeze. “You both suck.”

Danny felt a faint smile pull at his face. He ducked his head and fell in, following at Jason’s heels. He didn’t look back to see who shut the door. 

Dick drove them all. They parked a few blocks away and made it across the barren, creepy fairgrounds in utter silence. Danny followed his instincts and the source that he’d sensed from kilometers away in the city center but had been too worn down to even try to trek to without at least feeding his human body.

“So, what now?”  Dick turned a cautious circle. “I didn’t exactly expect to see a physical object for you to eat, but I did sort of expect something.”

Danny made a face. “If I had the right tech I could filter and extract it out of the air, condense it into a really dense, liquid form. But, uh.” He turned a little to the side to avoid eye contact and hunched into his hoodie. “I sort of need to just hang out and…filter feed.” He grimaced. He sounded like a dumb fish.

“Inefficient,” Cass observed.

He nodded. “Yeah, but I’m really drained, so I need to be around a high concentration to get a jumpstart. If I needed less, I could probably just…” Danny made a circle gesture and sort of pointed at Jason. “Hang around him, I guess.”

Cass hummed in the back of her throat. “Perimeter.” Then she ran directly at a wall and hefted herself up onto the roof of the derelict funhouse. She was out of sight in seconds, which was impressive athleticism. Danny watched her go with raised eyebrows.

Dick huffed and shuffled even closer to Jason, clearly wary of Cass. “You can’t be the favorite uncle,” he lamented. “That should be me.” Danny choked down a laugh and pretended to be very busy filter feeding.

“You’re just crabby because you aren’t full of delicious ghost juice,” Jason muttered into Dick’s ear at a volume that he clearly thought Danny wouldn’t hear. The banter didn’t stop him from making periodic glances around the area. He caught an elbow to the gut from Dick for the comment and the inattention. Danny took a step further away from jabbing range.

“We aren’t here to hear you brag about how juicy you are,” Dick said out of the side of his mouth. 

EW. But Danny felt smug satisfaction in Jason’s aura at that answer, so apparently it wasn’t as nasty sounding to him as it was to Danny. He made a blegh face, scraping his tongue against his teeth.

‘Maybe I should tell them at some point that I have better than human hearing.’ He pointedly wandered a few steps further away and pretended to be occupied with sniffing out the highest concentration of ectoplasm.

Jason grinned unpleasantly. “No, I usually have that conversation with all of your exes- oof.” Jason bent over and tried to breathe through the hit to his diaphragm.

Danny did his best to ignore the commentary from the peanut gallery. He took deep breaths and tried to keep an eye on all the shadows. 

Amusement Mile wasn’t saturated with high quality ectoplasm like Amity Park, but nothing ever should be. Danny licked his lips and tried to stay alert. There could be any number of distressed or territorial dead around a place like this. It was eerily still. 

“This place is just plain creepy.” Danny hid a shudder. “What happened here?”

Jason huffed a laugh with absolutely no joy in it. “It’s more like what keeps happening here.” Danny glanced over at just the right angle to realize that Jason had a gun in his pocket. Holy shit. A gun. His eyes went wide.

“But nothing should happen tonight,” Dick cut in. His eyes looked tight and tense in a way that his breezy tone didn’t hint at. “The person who likes to use this area as a staging ground is currently in lockup. We double checked before we came out here.”

All three of them tensed when Cass jumped back down off the same building she’d climbed earlier. “Suspicious,” she said flatly.

Dick and Jason instantly lost their facades of ease. Danny realized, a bit late, that this place was really fucking concerning even to the living. “What’s wrong?” Dick snapped out. His posture changed and somehow his shoulders looked broader. Alarmed, Danny glanced between the adults.  

“Someone was here.” Cass held up a very familiar piece of tech. “Inside vent.”

Danny felt the blood drain out of his face. Cass zeroed in on the expression. “GIW,” he said. “Uh, that measures… that senses ghosts.” He licked his lips. “I think we should go.”

“Are you- are you going to be hungry?” Jason’s brow furrowed fiercely. “You think they might have an alert that you came out here?”

“We are more capable than we look.” Dick promised. And his serious voice was pretty reassuring, actually, all things considered. But Danny still felt like he was going to be sick. 

 Tires screeched. It was too late to get out of here.

[dp-dc-rantler]

Ok, hear me out:

Batman, after the Anti-Ecto-Acts got exposed: We need to correlate a meeting with The Phantom. His kind has been under attack for so long that it's reasonable to perceive him as a threat.

Superman, pulling up a picture of Phantom with a spray bottle in hand: We knew you'd say that so here his fil-

Batman, standing a bit straighter and appears more alert: Hn.

Green Arrow, spotting the tall tail signs of a Bat Adoption Mode on the rise: Hey, no, you have enough kids-

Flash, with confusion at it's highest: Phantom has white hair and green eyes, how is the Adoption Mode being triggered? This one's not even alive-

Batman: That is the same as my second son, your point?

Superman, readying the spray bottle: Rao, here we go again...

Wonder Woman, stepping in with knowledge Batman didn't know: His main enemy seems to be the ghost of a rich, powerful man. I doubt he would take kindly to you trying to adopt him.

Batman, still eyeing the picture of Phantom: My second eldest son was a street rat that tried to stab my civilian identity on multiple occasions, your point?

Green Lantern, trying to intervene: He has a two clones of himself that are usually with him, are you sure-

Batman, hand inching towards his com: My youngest son has had well over 4,000 clones of him made to kill him, one of which succeeded. I can handle taking the on, or in if needed.

Captain Marvel, trying to stick up for the kid: He's probably older than he looks, and he's been taking care of himself for quite some time, I don't think he'd like someone to swoop in an adopt him after all this time.

Batman, hand on com, instructing Alfred to get the guy: ........So you're saying that I need to lure him in-

Superman with the spray bottle: Hey, no, no. Take down the bad government hunting him first, no adoption papers okay? Put them away.

Batman, slinking away to a computer to deal with the government so that he can inherit another kid, his cowl now very wet: Hn.

Aquaman, whispering to the one standing closest to him:........ Should I inform him that there is a civilian who's parents are responsible for bringing the ghost into this realm through mad scientist means?

Hawkwoman: Does this child have black hair or blue eyes?

Aquaman: Well, yes-

Hawkman: Than no.

Martian Manhunter, who had encountered Phantom by chance and was subjugated to one hell of a fan rambling: Hm. Would the Batman be willing to consider Co-parenting?....

Jon Constantine, who walked in and had been to stunned that they were talking about an infinite realm being: Bloody hell, your supposed to be the reasonable one-

Martian Manhunter, glancing at his dedicated cupboard of Oreos:..... I am afraid you will have to reevaluate that.

[fictitious-obsession]

BigBro Dick Grayson with Little Sibling Vigilante Reader Headcanons

I have not done a sibling relationship one yet and really wanted to. Hope you enjoy! Here is my masterlist for more. ~ Anya

When you were brought in by Bruce into the Batfam, he immediately had a soft spot for you.

Training sessions with him are calculated, but not as grueling as with some of the others.  He lets you pick what to work on, but does try to make it more fun.

After training snack stops are a MUST.  Anything from ice cream to sweets to chips to smoothies. He’ll take you after a good workout or training

Patrols can be both fun and frustrating. He will be overprotective, but try to crack jokes on a boring night.

He is responsible as much as he is fun, so when he sees you focused on the patrols or missions, he takes pride in that.

He is well aware that you can fight and kick ass on your own and won’t cut in to take that from you. He really only gets in the way if he feels like you are in danger or at a high risk.

If you get into an argument or fight with one of the other Batfam members, he lends an ear and tries to calm you down.

He knows your body language well and goes out of his way to check if you are okay or give you your favorite things to cheer you up.

He definitely builds blanket forts for him, you, and the other siblings. Full of lights, pillows, and lo-fi music.

When he moves to Blüdhaven, you are welcome to stay with him whenever you want. He is a phone call away, no matter what.

For major events in your life, he is there for you. From a prom night, to your 21st birthday, to bringing your partner over for the first time, he is there as your hype man.

When it comes to romantic advice, he’s a bit of an over-sharer, but he wants you to be happy and not be heartbroken by some jerk. He’ll give you his perspective and red and green flags.

In addition to relationship chats, he loves to hear about your crushes and/or partner.  Seeing you so passionate about someone is adorable and raw to him. He also takes it as a sign of trust.

When you get sick, he goes full mother-hen mode with Bruce and Alfred to take care of you. He will overreact, but it’s out of love

Same goes for if you are injured while on patrol. He goes into first aid mode and fusses over getting everything for you.

He is the dad of the group when it comes to snacks and feeding you. You will not go hungry with him around.

But he isn’t always fun and games. If you are getting too rowdy or rough, he will make sure to let you know.

When a plan of attack is in motion, he watches over you to be sure you do it right and safely.

He does not tolerate separating from the core values of the Batfam, but will not be as harsh as some of the other members.

If you are one of the vigilantes that takes more to violence or killing, he will show disapproval, but not hold it against you outside of the costume.

Overall, he cares for you a lot and will look after you, while still respecting your space and choices. A good big bro.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Hope you liked it. :) Feel free to read more or make requests. ~ Anya

[yandereforme]

(I’m going to assume these two asks are together. )

OK, so the only way I can see them getting close to injuring you is if they were fighting with someone and accidentally hurt you. They are not gonna let you be a vigilante, and probably would not train you at all.

Dick goes full-blown shut down mode. He will mother hen you to the extreme, but he will be like a shell of himself. How could he hurt his little sibling, his little star? You’re not going to get much alone time, but if you start flinching around him, he’s going to freak out and probably have a panic attack. Best thing you can do to calm him down, is let him help you with everything, and avoid mentioning your injury. If you say you forgive him, though, that will only make him obsess over you more, and feel more guilty. His sweet little sibling forgave him so quickly, he didn’t deserve you.

Jason will vanish. Like straight up gone for a month sort of thing. He will freak out about hurting you and will not come around you for a while. Only once you are healed up. That does not mean he doesn’t stay around the Manor though. In fact, he is more vigilant than ever about any threats towards you.(when you start healing up, Jason might sneak into your room and watch you sleep, reassuring himself, that you’re going to be OK. He is not like Willis.) there are one of two ways. I can see him coming back. Either you get in trouble and he saves you, or he finds out that you miss him. Either way, after he comes back, he will be treating you with more fragility then before and will let you get away with anything,  though he definitely won’t give you as much freedom outside, too worried about you getting hurt again. You just need to ride it out, and make sure he knows that you don’t blame him for anything.

Tim will shut down in the beginning. He will freak out about it and after getting you to Alfred, he will shut down and hit on himself for a while. Eventually, though, his mind will twist it, so that he will believe you hurt yourself, or one of the others hurt you. He cannot except the fact that he hurt you. If anyone brings it up ever again, which Damian probably will, he will simply act as if it did not happen, or start having another breakdown. Best thing you can do is go along with his delusion and let him help you.

Damian will go one of two ways. One, if he was fighting with someone else at the time, he will blame it on them, and not let them see you. He will be more protective than ever and what little time yet to yourself will be gone. The other option is complete and utter shut down. He will go into a similar state that you were in, depression, that will make him bad. Any side of your injury will make him worse, but if he goes to long without seeing you, he will be worse than ever. As long as you can blame someone else, he will be able to keep going, so your best bet for making things run smoothly, is telling him that it wasn’t his fault, or making him believe he’s protecting you.

Bruce is very similar to Jason, but worse guilt. Bruce is aware that he’s been a bad father, but hurting you will send him over the edge, especially with a major injury. He will go into an arc similar to what he did after Jason’s death, though not as bad for the criminals. He will be reckless and avoid you for a long time. Alfred will have to manipulate him into talking to you again, and he will be awkward and scared to be around you. He has a lot of trauma around his loved ones dying, and you getting badly hurt by him? Your best bet is to ride it out, keep your siblings from mutinying on him, make sure they all know you miss Bruce, and working with Alfred to get him better( you going to Bruce and asking for a bed time story will help your relationship with him though.)

[danaclese]

Absolute Batman #9, the debut of Bane is the flash to hide the many clues and details. But oh what a flashy flash it was.

This is what you get when you make Bruce Wayne the size of prime Bane. That's a kaiju. That's the Bane from the valentines episode of The Harley Quinn TV show. Why do they have King Shark fighting Godzilla right now when Absolute Bane is casting a shadow over them both? Okay I'll stop..... He big. I really appreciate how intelligent they wrote Bane. Great intro for a character, you instantly understand this dudes deal. He is the escalation they send in because Alfred isn't handling the bat. Dude is quoting ancient kings and providing citations while doing the CIA's work for them.

----------------- I had a migraine before I started reading this and it did get worse but that's probably fine. Okay, I no longer care what the actual text says. I'm calling unreliable narrator. Batman kills people. This guy is a murderer and you can not expect me to take you seriously if you argue against that.

Shotguns shooting a dozen little knives will kill people. Chopping off hands will kill people. Breaking people spines will kill people. Crippling somebody and throwing them into the ocean while they're going into shock will kill people. Kicking a child with steel toe boots hard enough to punt them is blatant murder. Stabbing people though the eyes. Burning people with acid. You literally can not take someone down with a knife in a non-lethal way, knives open these holes in the body that blood comes out of you see, and when a human is attacked with a knife the monkey brain goes turbo mode and they get superpowers to fucking run away or fight back. If someone falls over from a knife it's because they are dying from loss of juice or had their tendons cut and either way are fucked. That kills people Carl. That kills people. I'm fine with it, let Batman kill people, be fucking honest about your Batman. He hates guns, fine, but that guy kills and we need to admit it because this is stupid to pretend otherwise. Who cares if Absolute Batman kills people in year one, just fucking admit it. I had a migraine before I started reading this and it did get worse but that's probably fine. -------------

I like Dick being an EMT that's cool, the age suggests that if he ends up being a vigilante they will be skipping Robin and going straight to Nightwing.

Be cool to make him like, an anti-vigilante who thinks Batman is crazy and dangerous and just comes for him personally to stop him and ends up begrudgingly aligned to fight the court of owls or the CIA or whoever is on the phone. I love the Bat-gang, do they have a name yet?

I like how this run understands Bruce's character. They call him out for Batman being a suicide mission. They make him admit he knows he's crazy. This Batman is going to have greater character growth not just because it's an elseworld and change can actually matter, but because he has family who wants good thngs for him that he lets in from the beginning. Hey so I'm pretty sure the people on the phone to Alfred and Bane and Sionis are Ra's Al Ghul's people, or at least Ras is on the phone with the same people in Absolute Superman.

I'm contractually obligated to remind you that cape is a Venom Klyntar symbiote.

Look at this picture, what the hell is this new venom made of? It doesn't have a limiter on cell replication!!

hey do you.... do you think ... do you think Bruce still had a..

never mind. My head hurts so bad right now and i wanna lie down in the dark, but I have 3 hours of real life responsibility left so I'm using some of that time to do this.

[fictionfanatic-wren]

Operation: Cool Down [oneshot]

Operation: Cool Down [oneshot] - Fictionfanatic_Wren - DCU [Archive of Our Own]

The Batcave was melting. Okay, not literally. But with Gotham in the middle of a record-breaking heatwave and the temperature inside the Wayne Manor pushing “Are We Sure This Isn’t Hell?” levels, even the most stoic members of the Batfamily were starting to wilt. “I swear,” Jason groaned, sprawled dramatically across the Batcomputer chair in a tank top and gym shorts, “if I have to fight one more sweat-drenched mugger this week, I’m becoming a villain.” “You’d just melt in your own leather jacket, Todd,” Damian replied from the floor, where he lay starfish-style next to Titus, a portable fan pointed directly at his face. Tim, half-asleep on the Batcave couch, lifted his head slightly. “Don’t threaten me with a good time. Maybe if you’re a villain, you’ll stop sending me memes at 3 AM.” “Don’t blame me for your lack of Do Not Disturb settings, Replacement.” Dick Grayson entered, looking too chipper for someone who wasn’t visibly sweating. He wore a bright blue Hawaiian shirt and carried an armful of colorful pool noodles. “Alright, gang! Emergency Batfamily Meeting, Operation Cool Down is a go!” “Are those… noodles?” Tim squinted. “Yes!” Dick beamed. “Because we’re having a pool day!” There was a pause. Then: “We have a pool?” Jason asked. Barbara, rolling in on her wheelchair from the elevator, gave him a withering look. “Jason, we have three pools. One indoor, two outdoor. What did you think was behind the west garden?” “Uh… rich-people shrubbery?”

Now it was nearly noon, and everyone was outside, half-sizzling under the August sun. Alfred had laid out umbrellas, snacks, and a giant cooler of iced drinks. Damian sulked under a canopy. Dick, in full sun god mode, was stretched out on a lounge chair in tiny blue swim trunks and sunglasses that had no right to make him look that good. His hair was artfully messy, as if styled by the beach itself. Barbara sat a few feet away in a breezy cover-up, laptop open, surrounded by a fortress of bottled water, SPF 70, and quiet disapproval. Tim had sunk into a floating recliner and hadn’t moved in 45 minutes, only occasionally mumbling, “I'm alive, I swear,” when someone poked him to check. Cassandra lay on a towel at the edge of the pool, occasionally reaching out to flick water at people when she got bored. Her mischievous smirk suggested she was timing her attacks with surgical precision. Stephanie? She was about to cause a problem. Jason Todd, however, had arrived with chaos. He’d rolled in an hour late wearing swim trunks patterned with red skulls and “borrowed” Bruce’s sunglasses. His entrance had been heralded by loud music and the shriek of inflatable plastic. “Ladies and gentlemen, and Dick,” Jason had announced, dramatically tossing an arm around the inflatable duck. “Meet Quackson. He’s our new lord and savior. Respect him or perish.” Everyone groaned, but Quackson had quickly become a centerpiece of the day. “Please don’t name the duck,” Bruce muttered, watching from the shade with a large glass of iced tea and the kind of facial expression that screamed, I regret having children, adopted or otherwise. Too late.

Hour One: “Your duck is too loud,” Damian complained, side-eyeing Quackson, who floated serenely in the shallow end with two plastic sunglasses perched between his beady eyes. “He’s vibing,” Jason replied, sprawled in the pool on a float shaped like a pizza slice. “Don’t judge Quackson for living his truth.” “Quackson is an abomination.” “Quackson is love. Quackson is life.” Cassandra snorted. Steph cannonballed into the pool, soaking Damian and Jason. “WOOOO! POOL FIGHT TIME!” “No,” Barbara warned, not even looking up. “Don’t you dare.” “You’re in the shade, Babs. You’re safe.” “Still no.” “Too late.” Steph ducked under water and emerged with a double-barrelled water gun. “Everyone gets wet or dies tryin’!” Dick raised his sunglasses. “Language.” “You’re not even moving.” “I’m channeling the sun into my soul.” “You’re sweating through your soul.” “Glistening, thank you.” “Okay, Greek statue.” Steph fired. The water hit Dick square in the chest. He yelped. “You monster!” The pool exploded into chaos. Cassandra joined Steph, and together they formed a splash-based alliance. Jason defected from neutrality and began launching pool noodles like javelins. Damian, after losing an argument with Alfred, reluctantly joined in with a Super Soaker. Barbara looked up from her laptop, sighed, and calmly moved it two inches farther from the splash radius. “Don’t worry, Quackson,” Jason whispered, shielding the inflatable duck behind him like a war hero. “I’ll protect you.”

Hour Two: “Ladies and gentlemen!” Jason shouted from atop the diving board. “Prepare your souls! Witness my greatness!” “Jason, no!” Bruce called. “Jason, yes!” “Jason, I’m trying to nap,” Tim mumbled from his floating recliner. Jason jumped. “FOR QUACKSON!” His belly flop echoed across the entire county. SLAP-THWAAAACK “OW- worth it,” Jason wheezed, surfacing with a grimace and red chest. “My spleen is now soup, but I regret nothing!” Quackson bobbed nearby, looking judgmental. Cassandra gave a sarcastic golf clap. Damian, for reasons no one understood, chose that exact moment to stroll in carrying a large, covered bucket. Everyone froze. Steph blinked. “Damian. Why do you have a bucket.” “It’s too hot for Batcow,” he said calmly, “and I wanted a friend to swim.” “What did you do?” Tim asked. Damian smiled. “Release… Batshark.” He dumped the bucket. A small, sleek shape plopped into the water, dark gray, maybe two feet long, with googly like eyes stuck to its head and fins that wiggled enthusiastically. There was a beat of silence. Dick sat up. “Is that a-” “SHARK PUPPY!” Steph shrieked with unearned joy. “IT’S SO CUTE!” “Damian,” Bruce groaned, rubbing his temples. “It’s a freshwater bamboo shark. I tested the water. Also, I trained it.” The shark did a tiny backflip. “Okay,” Tim said, genuinely impressed, “that’s actually kind of awesome.” Jason blinked. “I’m naming him Chompers.” “No.” “Too late. Chompers and Quackson shall be brothers in arms.”

Hour Three: It happened too fast. One moment, Chompers was zipping around the pool, Quackson was reigning supreme, and Bruce had almost fallen asleep with a drink in hand. The next- POP. Everyone turned. There, drifting slowly to the surface like a tragic hero in a Shakespearean play, was the deflated body of Quackson. “NOOOOOOOOO!” Jason dropped to his knees in the shallow end. “QUACKSON! SPEAK TO ME!” “He’s…he’s gone,” Tim whispered, genuinely stunned. “I just bought him yesterday,” Jason sobbed. “We only had a few hours together.” Chompers did a flip near the body, entirely unfazed. “Do we have a suspect?” Dick asked solemnly. “Probably Chompers,” Damian said flatly. Jason gasped. “Betrayed!” “Or it was the sun,” Barbara offered. “Too much pressure on the seams.” “I WILL AVENGE YOU, QUACKSON!” Jason wailed. “Your sacrifice will not be forgotten!” Steph solemnly held up a pool noodle like a sword. “We’ll build a new inflatable kingdom…in your honor.” Bruce opened one eye. “You guys are ridiculous.”

Hour Four: With Quackson gone, tensions escalated. Lines were drawn. The factions were formed: Team Chaos (Jason, Steph, Cass)

Team Lawful Chill (Dick, Tim, Barbara)

Team Shark Handler (Damian, who had declared neutrality unless provoked)

The war began with a sneak attack. Steph, now armed with a second water gun taped to her back, unleashed watery vengeance on Dick mid-lounging. “ET TU, BLONDE BRUTÉE?!” he shouted, flipping off his chair into the pool. Cass flanked Tim’s float and capsized it with the grace of a ballet-dancing torpedo. Jason cannonballed onto Bruce’s side of the pool. Bruce stood up, soaked. “Jason.” “…Hi, B.” “Go inside.” “Okay.” He did not go inside. Barbara finally set down her laptop, sighed deeply, and grabbed a squirt gun with perfect sniper accuracy. “Tim, duck.” Tim ducked. Cass took a direct shot to the face. “Target neutralized,” Babs muttered.

Hour Five: By the time the sun began to set, the battle was over. Everyone was damp, pruney, and exhausted. The pool was a disaster of floating snack wrappers, forgotten noodles, and one heroic little shark doing lazy circles. A new inflatable had been summoned, this time, a flamingo. Jason sat beside it, hand on its vinyl side. “You’ll never replace him. But maybe… maybe you can help us heal.” “His name is Sir Squeaksalot,” Tim said. “No,” Damian replied immediately. “Yes,” Jason countered. “He squeaks. And is a lot.” Bruce finally gave up pretending he hadn’t enjoyed the chaos. He grilled. Like, personally. In an apron that said “Grillmaster of Justice.”

Epilogue: Quackson’s Legacy Later that night, a small memorial appeared near the garden. A tiny wooden cross. A photo of Quackson (printed via the Batcave printer). A single floating flower. Jason stood in silence for a moment. Then he whispered, “Rest easy, noble friend.” Behind him, Bruce stared blankly. “You used the Bat-printer…for a duck.” “Hero.” Bruce turned and walked away. Jason saluted the night sky. “Goodnight, sweet prince.”

Operation: Cool Down Mission Report Objective: Survive Gotham heatwave without homicide or villainy. Status: Complete. Casualties: One inflatable duck (RIP “Quackson”). MVP: Alfred “Sunhat Sniper” Pennyworth. Notes: Suggest repeating annually. Preferably with backup squirt guns.

Notes:

Any suggestions for future series/oneshots are appreciated! I am working on the identity reveal fic, its going to be out once i've finished the among us one. I've only gotten chapter 1 so far and proprably wont write much more since i want yall's input on the fic too.

[vera-bees-hyperfixations]

My Dick Grayson/Nightwing Headcanons

Warring! I've only read about him in fanfics and researching info. I've never read a comic on this man in my live.

DICK GRAYSON

Dick knows how to cook, not that fancy level they(Alfred and Jason) can do, but that homemade style that reminds you of your grandma, it's not perfect, or pretty, but it's hearty

Dick is also a mother hen, but in the way of big brother mode

Dick is the sibling you go to pour your heart out to with little to no judgement

He's who you go to when you can't sleep and so he takes for a drive outside the city to watch the stars. Rather you talk or not,

He deals with seasonal depression, but knows how to hide it(most times too well) (he's is seeking help and going to therapy, unlike someone)

He has the biggest temper out of the family. Due to going to therapy, he knows how to manage it better and not lash out.

He is one the family fears the most, whether that's good or bad, it's a fact no one acknowledges.

Will always ignore his own needs over his family

Big on boundaries. Teaching, encouraging and help enforcing them with family members

He sometimes joins Harley, Selina, and Ivy for girls night. (He is always invited three times a month that's mandatory.)

He goes to every ballet performance Cass in is, he makes it a sibling weekend for him and Steph.

He loves to express himself through his clothes. If he's happy, colorful clothes, if its a low energy day, darker or muted colors.

He is always cold, so he hugs Bruce or Jason to use them as his personal heater, it's why you'll see him wearing a hoodie or sweater in the middle of summer and not sweating.

Very tactile, but respects everyones boundaries.

Volunteers at different shelters, 3 times a week

Visits his circus family at least twice a year, he tries for 6 more times then not. Most he's gotten in a year was 13

Dick has a healthy life out of vigilantism and real friends as a civilian

He loves to swim, if he has free time and you can't find him doing gymnastics he's swim

Big dancer, loves to dance with Cass in the ballroom or studio

LOVES fantasy movies, shows and books

NIGHTWING

Nightwing is THE Teen hero support. Every hero from his generation and under look up to him

If a teen hero needs help for an adult, the first person they call is Nightwing

Always carries some snacks on him to give to kids or victims

Also stickers, so many hero and pun stickers.

He blasts music while patrolling, much to Batman's annoyance. You'd think that means he gets noticed by goons and villains, hell even civilians, yet somehow he never does.

Loves to do combo attacks with Spoiler and Black Bat

Whenever Harley starts chaos, Nightwing can always just have a chat with her, getting her to stop. On the rare occasion he'll join in on her mayhem. Usually when The Big Bat is out of town, and some of his siblings.

Gotham knows their Wonder Boy is not as innocent as the Bat still believes he is.

Gotham has the rumor that Nightwing killed the Joker. Crime Alley knows he did, but the lunatic is a cockroach and won't stay dead.

When kids are around, Nightwing makes himself noticeable and becomes even more dramatic with his stunts. Giving any kid a show to remember.

Due to Deathstroke's training, Nightwing is as good a shot as Red Hood when it comes to guns. Nightwing prefers a sniper, while Hood prefers pistols.

Gotham citizens are known to able to find Nightwing perched on the weirdest places or he's weirdly perched on anything in Gotham.

Due to his upbringing, he has been able to keep a connection with Crime Alley residents as Nightwing.

When Jason died, for a year Nightwing patrolled Crime Alley, right under the Big Bat's nose. No one in the Bay Family know that happened, not even Oracle or Red Robin. All of Crime Alley remember though.

Nightwing went by a different name for that year patrolling Crime Alley. He took the name Wolfram, his "suit" was similar to Red Hood's; armored chest-piece/top, cargo pants, and steel-toed combat boots. His mask is not bat-issued, and sometimes he also wore a high-grade lower face mask. The colors are black, red, gold and green.

When Jason was Robin it was a known fact by the goons, do not maim Robin or Bludhaven's hero will find you. It got worse when Tim became Robin, it turned into do not seriously injury and maim Robin or Nightwing will find you, and you wont be found again.

Due to vigilantism, he learned the art of sleeping while standing up and having his eyes open. It freaks everyone out.

Every Bat deals with cold cases, Nightwing focuses on SA Cold Cases

When Bruce is needed as a civilian but Batman is need for the Justice League, Nightwing takes his place as Batman, he can mimic Batman's voice so well it can (and has) trick the JL founders. (Thank you Agent A for the lessons)

[princessofgotham777]

Dating Jason Todd (Part Twelve)

fanfic type: angst, fluff, comfort (ongoing)

If you liked the Titans show but wish they handled Jason’s story line differently you might like this fic!

Hey so this is in fact my first time writing fanfiction (idk what my life has come to). Sorry if it’s cringy but also I would eat this up cause I LOVE some good angsty comfort fanfiction. I won’t write smut. I don’t think I’m gonna do requests but if you have any ideas feel free to let me know. Also of course I don’t own any DC characters this is purely fanfiction. Thank you and I hope you enjoy. (I hope you like run-on sentences💀) (if you don’t like it don’t be rude just move on dude😃🧍‍♀️)

So story line, this doesn’t really take place in any specific universe but I’m gonna be pulling concepts from Titans, Arkham Knight, The Batman, Under the Red Hood, and whatever lore I remember from the CW shows cause I grew up watching those, then just my imagination of course. Reader is referred to as she/her btw.

Warnings: talking about death, suicide, depression, torture (it’s not graphic I hate gore it’s just sad), talking about intimacy (not graphic), struggling with eating, topics of grief, violence, panic attacks, PTSD, brief talking about rape (reader recalls a time she helped Catwoman kill a rapist)

Part Twelve: Prince of Gotham

You’d fallen asleep rather peacefully. If only the dream you found yourself in was equally as peaceful. You were back in the abandoned wing of Arkham, holding Jason.

“Please…I’m not ready to die,” he cried. The bloody “J” engraved on his face was wet with tears.

“I’m sorry,” you cried.

“Please Y/N, please help me,” he cried. You closed your eyes and rocked back and forth as he died in your arms. You opened them and were faced with his lifeless corpse. You screamed in horror.

Dick shakes you awake as he says, “Y/N! Y/N!” You begin hyperventilating. “Hey it’s okay, it’s okay,” he says as he sits with you. You calm down but he still wears a grave look.

“What is it?” You ask.

“The notes, Chicago police found new Joker notes here,” he says.

“Shit,” you say as you jump out of bed.

“There’s something else,” he says.

“What?” You ask.

“The note was signed by Joker…and Poison Ivy,” he says. Your face goes pale with shock.

“I thought she was locked up,” you say.

“She got out,” he says. You close your eyes trying not to cry.

“Right so what’s the plan then?” You ask in a defeated tone.

“We’re gonna go back to Gotham, to stay at the manor. At least there we can all work together,” he says.

“Okay,” you say meekly. You then notice Dick is fully dressed; not in pajamas. You throw on Jason’s leather jacket and grab your bag. He and you then get in his silver Porsche and head back to Gotham City.

When you get to the manor it’s like a living nightmare. Thea and Roy had to go back to Star city to help Oliver deal with Damien Dark. So it was just the titans, Donna, Bruce and Alfred; and they were all in mission mode. You all gathered in the batcave to discuss the note. It said, “even though the bird is dead, there will be more dread, once the kitten is taken, bonds will be broken, know that I’m not joking.”

“Doesn’t Poison Ivy hate the Joker?” Donna says.

“She does,” a voice you don’t recognize says. Out from the shadows of the batcave comes a short slim woman wearing leather pants and a form fitting leather coat. It’s Selina Kyle, Catwoman.

“Selina?” Bruce says surprised. “How did you-“ he begins to say.

“Relax honey, I come in peace,” she says calmly. “I’m just delivering a little message for Ivy; she wanted me to drop by and say she had nothing to do with Jokers little note.”

“Why would we believe her,” you say.

“Believe what you want Y/N, just remember she’s not the one who put Jason in the ground,” she says as she walks up the stairs.

“Right I’ll talk with her later for now focus on the note,” Bruce says. How you hated him ordering everyone around.

“When Y/N first started out the media thought she was Catwoman then they figured out she wasn’t so they called her “the mystery archer”,” Dick says.

“Original,” Gar says.

“So Y/N is the kitten in the note since the media sees her as a second Catwoman of sorts,” Kori says.

“Right and Jason is the Robin he’s talking about,” Donna says.

“Basically he’s gonna try to kidnap Y/N,” Rachel says. Your head feels fuzzy, you can’t listen anymore. You quietly slip out of the room, you were beginning to remember your talent for disappearing.

Upstairs you find Selina in the parlor.

“What are you really doing here?” You ask her.

“Maybe I’m just worried about my protege,” she says with a smirk.

“We went out once together years ago, you barely even taught me anything,” you say.

“Wrong, I taught you how to disappear. And if you’re smart you’ll go hide somewhere Joker won’t think to look. This stupid house can’t protect you and you know it; plus I can see it in your eyes that everyone’s driving you crazy,” she says.

“Why do you care Selina?” You ask.

“You know I’ve never been one to stick to one side, I work with Harley and Ivy but that doesn’t mean I agree with everything they do,” she says. “Plus replacement Robin actually got things done, he wasn’t afraid of a little blood; so I just came to give some friendly advice.”

“Thank you,” you say softly.

“I would say you can come to my place but I don’t think you want to risk a reunion with Ivy,” she says.

“Yeah I’m good,” you say. “I know a spot and sorry if when I go missing they think you kidnapped me.”

“Don’t worry about it, stay safe little cat,” she says. You and Selina had met a few times in the past. Once you helped her take down a couple of guys who raped one of her friends. And by take down, you mean you helped her hide the bodies. Batman never found out you did that, he wouldn’t approve. Dick and Thea don’t even know; only Jason knew. You aren’t ashamed of your part in their death, those guys had it coming. You just didn’t want Dick or Thea to see you differently. You didn’t exactly tell Jason, he found out back when he was Robin. You were worried he’d tell Bruce but he simply said if there’s ever a next time he’ll help you.

You quickly grabbed your bag and headed to the garage; not the one attached to the batcave, the one attached to Wayne manor. You’d been on Jason’s motorcycle many times and he taught you how to drive it. This wasn’t the exact one you learned to drive but it would have to do. You got on the bike and headed to your destination, Iceberg Lounge.

Two days since you left Wayne Manor.

The Iceberg Lounge: top floor consisting of partying the violence and pain of living in Gotham away and the basement consisting of the minds that create all the violence and pain in Gotham discussing their next move. You heard the club was under new management and Penguin was missing. You figured the last place Joker would look for you is at the most infamous nightclub in Gotham; and if all else failed you could always just blend into the crowd. You changed in a near by alley, your outfit now consisting of a black mini skirt and lace black strapless top. With the set you wore your fighting boots in case you needed to make a quick get away. You stashed your bag in a vent and then let the crowd swallow you.

The blaring techno music made your head pound. You’d been to the Iceberg before many times with Thea; dispite Oliver’s warnings and pleas for you two to stay away from Penguin’s territory. Looking around the room you saw people dancing in pure bliss. Some were high on snakebite; others high on the music. You knew in your heart no drug or song could mend the wound Jason’s loss has created in your heart. Regardless of your acknowledgement that nothing could take the pain away, you dance.

The music is so loud you can feel the waves of vibration floating through your body. You feel a faint vibration from your boot pocket. You quickly check and it’s Dick calling you, you ignore it. He’s called you about one hundred times the past few days and so have Rachel, Thea, Kori and Gar. After you stand all the way back up you notice someone watching you from the balcony above the dance floor. He’s wearing a suit and a red mask covers half his face. His eyes are hidden behind tinted red lenses, he’s unrecognizable. Fear washes over you at the thought he could be one of Jokers guys. You dance further into the club to better use the crowd as coverage. You had never been this deep in the club before but you’d heard some pretty fucked up things were known to happen. People overdosing on snakebite, people going missing, deals happening; the iceberg had all the crime in Gotham packed into one nightclub.

You’d officially lost track of time, you weren’t sure how long you’d been relying on the people dancing around you to hold your tired body up. You knew as soon as you left the crowd you’d drop. You climbed the stairs to the balcony that wrapped around the inside of the club. Your boots banged against the metal floor as you walked past people doing snakebite and making out. You leaned against the wall and sank to the floor.

You passed out but were only asleep for a few minutes. You felt someone’s cold hand shaking your arm trying to wake you. You opened your eyes and saw the man with the red mask. He pulls you off the ground, you’re so out of it you barely register what’s going on. You try to throw yourself away from him but you fail.

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” the robotic voice says.

“I’m supposed to believe that,” you say out of breath. You pass out and he gently catches you.

When you wake up you’re in Penguins old office. You take note of the fact that you’re not restrained, a good sign.

“Who the fuck are you?” You say coughing. He doesn’t answer, he simply opens a bottle of water and hands it to you. “I have a boyfriend by the way, I’ll stab your fucking eyes out if you try anything,” you say.

“What’s your boyfriend’s name?” the man asks.

You are quiet for a moment, not out of hesitation, out of sadness. “Jason,” you say. You become more awake. The lighting in here is better than the actual club and you notice a white streak in the man’s hair. You mentally go through every criminal, anti-hero and hero you’ve met but you still don’t know who he is. “Why are you helping me?” You ask him. He says nothing. “Why were you watching me?” You ask.

“You should be more careful, this place is dangerous,” he says.

“I can take care of myself,” you say.

“So where is your boyfriend anyway?” He asks.

You don’t know what to say, the answer of course is that Jason is dead but you know you shouldn’t be truthful. “He’s on his way to pick me up,” you say as you start walking towards the door. He grabs your arm, not harshly just enough so you stop walking away. Standing so close to him you swear he’s familiar. He simply stares at you for a moment. You wish you could see his eyes then maybe you could tell who he is. He lets you go and you hurry away back into the crowd.

Hey, I hope you enjoyed the fic if you did please like. If you want to keep up to date with the series please follow me. Any positive feedback is much appreciated, it encourages me to keep writing and posting parts. I have a lot more ideas to develop the Redhood plot and then also I have another fic idea that would be a prequel to this (it will be how reader meets Jason and Dick and becomes a titan). Then I also have another idea for a reader x Jason story which would be separate from this one. If any of that sounds interesting please check out my Masterlist and follow me🩷

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[youreavicioustrollop]

S4 E7: There Goes the Neighborhood

Bad Reputation and it's an actual band instead of just loud neighbors!!!! They seem like asshole moms, but I also love middle aged mom types who do their own thing like this. even if they're dirtbags.

Eddie getting hit on even though he's wearing a bio contamination suit... incredible. 10/10, would also do so. Oh no, but also she's inappropriately touching him. :((( (she's clearly not a true dirtbag though because she gave so many neighbors weed for their chronic illnesses!)

title name drop!!!

ah, Buck on the dating scene again! he is not having a good time. :( poor buck.

phrasing getting a second ipad as "expanding your family" is WILD, Karen. why are you phrasing it that way?? It's Hen's mom!!!!! I don't remember if she's been introduced prior to this or if I just know it's her because I know her from S8 or the other things I've seen.

"ain't no cooties" she's so fun. aaaah, love a "parent moving back to your town" narrative. Toni is very fun.

buck having the worst time. i'm so sorry, boo. she's not giving him aaaany grace. chim's brother (alfred? iirc?) taking it in stride, though. LOL, OH NO, SHE'S A NEIGHBOR. also i don't think we've ever seen the hallway of his apartment building before. it's nice!

michael DOES have a nice apartment!!! i feel like we've only ever seen it at night. oh, I guess he owns this place if he can add in ginormous windows.

he's being a creep with his telescope though. I know it's a send-up to ... Rear Window? i think that's the name of the movie.

oooh, I love when being at a scene has this split conversation mode. really keeps the pace and interest going! the attacker is a bird! LOL their catching contraption! i don't feel like that's how wildlife/animal control does it. but maybe it is, what do i know?

michael being creepy again, people watching. but May's calling him out, lol. Plan B is plan bobby, i know it, this will be so fun.

A HUMVEE OUT OF A PLANE, OH MY GOD. military training exercise, oh my goddddd. also this is what house insurance is For! someone gets injured on your property and you don't want to legally be on the hook for it.

brilliant idea using the parachute to lift the car back up, eddie! good job everyone! great teamwork!

buck hiding at maddie and chim's is so fuuuun. I love this. gift baskets for the neighbors is so sweet. also i'm calling it now that alfred is hooking up with the neighbor.

toni was a blackjack dealer, that's Fun. bobby is needed elsewhere, heeheehee

Harry's actor is SUCH a child actor. He Is Saying His Lines.

Toni being a grandma who spoils her grandchildren, that's so wonderful and fits so well. Ah no, Toni doesn't approve of med school!

ooooooh, what if this guy across the way is a professional sadist? that would explain all of his clientele and the trash if he needs to keep things clean and sterile! or.... something similar.

the music for going through the trash is So Funny. also bobby is So Excited about this, I love him. "you guys do this sort of thing a lot?" "no! .... michael did help me break into a bank vault once" oooooooh, used surgical supplies! omg, michael went over to dude's apartment! SIR!!! i mean it's clearly an illegal surgical suite, but OOF.

i was wondering if this was michael hallucinating again, but i'm kind of glad to know he's not? but also omg?? woman was found!

hen storyline!!! toni has some ROUGH statements. oof! love henren though. excellent communicating and very sad for hen. poor hen.

michael storyline wrap-up! nice! "let me be clear, i do not want to work with you again," lol, athena. also turning a garage into a grandma suite sounds nice!

oh noooooo, toni! sleeping in her car. :( also look at this topical subject matter!!! Mother-Daughter heart to heart! awwwww. i don't have anything to say to this except that it's beautiful and perfect. "you don't have to go to school but you do have to learn something" so they go to the library and the park for a picnic!!!!! because hen was getting picked on! :((((((

nice little montage!

YES, I knew alfred was sleeping with veronica. heh heh heh..... that tracks with the very little we know about alfred absoLUTELY.

this was a great episode!!!! keep it coming, season four!!

[angelswing236]

"Don't worry. I got you."

Fictober 2023 challenge

Fandom: Downton Abbey

Category: Fanfiction

‘His Lordship may have made you underbutler, Mr Barrow, but I am still the butler here and I expect a certain standard of behaviour amongst the staff here at all times,’ Mr Carson snapped. ‘I do not consider carousing in a public house to meet that standard.’

‘I was hardly carousing, Mr Carson. I had two pints at most!’ Thomas protested.

‘That… that… is…’ Carson wheezed, suddenly feeling exceedingly dizzy and breathless.

‘Mr Carson? Are you all right?’

Carson clutched his chest, groaning, sweat slicking his face. ‘Indi… indigestion,’ he croaked.

Thomas took one look at the pallor of Carson’s suddenly sweaty face, the blue tinge to his lips, and his medical training kicked in.

‘Let’s get you on the floor,’ he said, taking the butler firmly by the elbow.

‘N-no.’

‘I think you’re having a heart attack. Let me help you.’ Thomas turned his head and shouted out of the door. ‘Alfred! Alfred!’

He eased Carson onto the floor, his back against the solid wooden front of his desk.

The butler looked up at him, fingers clawing at Thomas’ chest.

‘Don’t worry. I got you,’ Thomas said reassuringly, pressing his fingers to Carson’s neck, feeling the weak, irregular pulse fluttering there. ‘Keep your knees bent, feet on the floor.’

Alfred came skittering into the butler’s pantry, shocked by what he saw. ‘What the…’

‘Dr Clarkson’s upstairs. Fetch him down now. Tell him it’s a suspected heart attack. Send Daisy in with a glass of water and some aspirin,’ Thomas instructed, calmly.

As Alfred disappeared at top speed in a flurry of long, ungainly limbs, Thomas turned back to his patient.

‘You’re all right, Mr Carson. The doctor’s on his way. We’ll have you sorted in a jiffy,’ he said soothingly, slipping back into experienced medical orderly mode.

Daisy ran in with a glass of water, already stirring the aspirin into it. ‘Oh, Mr Carson!’

Thomas took the glass from her, cupping the back of the older man’s head, holding it to his lips. ‘Drink this, Mr Carson. As much as you can.’

Carson slurped at the glass, his eyes fixed on Thomas.

‘That’s it. That’s good. This might earn you a lie-in tomorrow, Mr Carson. You’ll have us all envious of that.’

Mrs Hughes appeared in the doorway, her eyes wide. ‘Charlie?’

‘He’s all right, Mrs Hughes, he’s all right. Dr Clarkson’s on his way down. Come and talk to him. I was just saying how envious we’ll all be when he gets to have a lie-in tomorrow morning. Isn’t that right?’ Thomas said, keeping his voice calm.

Mrs Hughes nodded, sinking to her knees on the other side of Carson, her hand going to his shoulder.

‘We certainly will, yes.’

Two minutes later, Dr Clarkson arrived, medical bag in hand. ‘Thank you, Sergeant Barrow. I’ll take it from here.’

Thomas moved aside for the doctor, catching Mrs Hughes’ eye as he did so.

‘Thank you,’ she mouthed.

He nodded back, surprisingly satisfied to have been able to help.

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Illusions in video games

Illusions in video games can appear in many ways, shapes and forms and here are some examples of just that...

Celeste

Badeline is a manifestation of Madeline's negative emotions brought to life via the magic of Celeste mountain whilst she was looking at a mirror. The ladder half of Chapter 5 consists of the Mirror Temple being twisted by the negative thoughts of Madeline and Theo and turning them into reality.

Katana Zero

Chronos gives Zero the ability to preplan the outcomes of combat, slow his perception of time and rewind it to a certain point. However this comes with risks and side effects like vivid hallucinations and the possibility of withdrawal in which case the user will die and be stuck in an eternal loop of agony where they relive their death again and again in their minds. However the predictions he makes aren't always 100% correct as he has been caught off guard before in the game.

OneShot

We are under the illusion the world machine is trying to guide us to get the best possible ending but in reality that's not entirely true. The game is inside a game where the player plays the game through another program that acts like a game.

FNAF 3

In FNAF 3 all the animatronics besides Springtrap are phantoms meaning they aren't real and only hallucinations. Despite this they have a real effect on the player character and the environment as they can cause system issues when jump scaring you.

Splatoon 3

In Splatoon 3 one of the newest specials in the game is the Splatercolor Screen which made the player see the game in black and white along side static sound effects for a short period of time. Now the black and white effect is lowered and the screen is also darkened.

Mad Father

In Mad Father many of the characters you encounter are the corpses of your victims of Alfred's experiments who are brought to life via a curse. After helping them out they seem to fade into the air and disappear as if they were only a hallucination despite having an effect on the real world.

Minecraft Dungeons

The Illusioner is a miniboss in Minecraft Dungeons that shoots the player with a firework bow. The Illusioner also attacks by creating copies of themselves that shoot at you simultaneously. Despite the illusion being fake and disappearing when you hit them the fireworks they shoot still manage to hurt you.

Just shapes and beats

In just Shapes & Beats during the story mode at the end of Annihilate the final boss eats you and you're presented with a game over screen where if you attempt to retry the boss comes in the screen and kills you again and again before you can respawn until you wait for it to go away at which point your friends help put you back together and start the true final boss.

Kirby's return to Dreamland

Magolor is introduced as a character in need of Kirby's help to get his ship running again so he can go home. In reality Magolor simply wanted power to rule the entire universe. we were under an illusion the he was our ally but in reality he was the true enemy.

Undertale

Alphys is a character who struggles to accept herself and throughout Hotland she makes herself look like a reliable side kid to you as you traverse puzzles and traps she set herself to create an illusion of an adventure that didn't need to happen.

All the examples mentioned here are many examples of illusion or illusion like things displayed in may ways such as characters, visual effects, storytelling, narrative, gameplay mechanics and art style. I will attempt to take in things from these examples and more when making my game concepts.

[atrenabr]

The people in the coment section are going crazy!

Nightwing_1fan: IS THAT RED ROBIN?!

GunsAndRoses4ever: WAT DO YOU MEAN NEW LESSON PLAN!

Oracle is just in the back not saying anything, to anyone, because she knows that Danny won't reveal there ID

After Red Robin is treated and well, Danny just ends the stream and ignore everyone's panic, he sits on his bed with RR and stares in to distance as if reminiscing of the past.

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See this particular Vigilante is not uncommon to find in his bed or crashing through his window

The first time it happened Danny was not panicking, but he WAS surprised, it was a normal night, no rogue attacks, no gas atacs, just the normal every day Gotham weirdness

Back then Danny "yes I am retired! stop gaslightin yourself Danny" Phantom got in to the medical cabinet and treated RR wounds with the practice that came from 4 years of hero work and several hours of a big sister nagging you to treat yourself better

Wen Red Robin woke up most would think he would go in fight or flight mode, but he pretended to still be asleep, assessed his advantages points and then he moved, because Danny sad he knew RR was awake, and seeing that he still had his mask he trusted assessed the threat level as low, for the time being

Wen he made the motions to get up and go, Danny looked at him as if he grown a second head, and proceeded to refuse to give hom back his gear, he would not get out in the field until he was COMPLETELY healed, but with a promise that RR would rest he reluctantly let him go back "I should have insisted on seeing another vigilante picking him up"

Danny didn't want the BBB(big bad bat) attention, and with this stunt he thought he was done for, all of his and his parents hard work to hide him from the GIW until the anti ecto acts are removed! So instead of going through the safe option of healing RR and letting him go? He holds his gear in hostage and makes RR promise to not go on patrol for at least a week, then he could have his super fancy gear back

And RR goes along with it, to the BBB Red was in the nest getting some 1⁰ aid, to Alfred and Oracle he was in safe-ish hands, and nothing more (there is no hiding a thing from Oracle, and the stitches couldn't be done by himself)

To Tim's credit he did stay away from patrol, but he had some cases and reports he needed to finish, and some CEO things he had to decide, and in the end slept 5 hours in the spam of that week, so wen he got back to Danny's house, and Danny saw his state of being, well let's say that Danny had his growth spur and is as tall as his Dad, and with his ghost strength, he put the already exhausted RR to sleep

This tipe of situation became a normal for them, wen RR got hurt he would go to Danny(every time he claimed it was closers than the famous BatCave or the nest)

RR ccaught some feelings, and denied his hart of the truth (He gaslighted himself that Danny "I have a BI flag on my wall" Fenton didn't like him because he is a boy) the truth being Danny was completely in love, talk about being the best detective in the world

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Red Robin starts to stir, and slowly wakes up

"Hey Danny" throat a little dry

Danny just looks disappointed "don't you 'hi Deanny' me!! Yesterday I told you to stay at the manor or at the nest, and now mister you will stay here, Dady bat's has no control over you, so I have to take this position"

RR pouts

"Oh don't try to look at me with this face! You know that now my stream is going to go viral and unless Oracle does something, and even then, The BBB is going to find everything that we put some effort to hide"

*signs* "Yeee I know, and stop calling B that"

"Wat? Daddy Bats? So wat? He is the Dad of a bunch of birds ho don't listen to him unless it's a life or death situation"

"You may not be wrong, but no-one is going ever admit that"

"Ye Ye, go back to sleep, we can deal with the aftermath of your family wen the time comes pretty bird"

"Come cuddle with me Boo?"

"I should say switch your gear to something more comfy but u are in no condition to move"

The World Contains…

Crack prompt (Inspiered by a screenshot I saw on Pinterest)

Streamer!Danny AU where Danny is giving some form of scientific lesson in a video.

Danny: The world contains protons, neutrons, electrons-

A severely sleep deprived Red Robin crashes through Danny’s window in the background, landing on the floor and immediately passing out.

Danny, looking back to the camera with a deadpan expression: …and morons.

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Secretary!Marinette Part 9 (Idea Dump)

I don't know how many of these I'll do but I'm having so much fun coming up with ideas! Anyways this dump is going to explore Marinette's and Bruce's relationship! Let's start!! Bruce is kinda OOC but... I want a soft Dad-daughter relationship ok. SUE ME.

Bruce is confused most of the time when Mari showed him how much of an overly competent secretary she is.

She somehow knows when he was faking over meetings because he doesn't want to deal with investors and when he doesn't want to go to meetings because of a serious problem.

He's also kinda confused about how a small woman like her hides the strength of a million strong men. He often watches her pick up the largest boxes that probably weigh thrice her weight. She could manhandle him if the situation went awry from rogue, attacks, and lastly, he saw her punch through thick wooden doors before because one of his younger sons was kidnapped for ransom. That was scary, and he had never felt so safe before in his life.

He is also quite confused as to how she could give so much kindness to strangers and expect nothing from it. She often bakes him pastries and made sure that he has enough snacks during his working hour. She often made sure that his outfit is warm enough and he even got a knitted scarf as a gift from her that she knits herself.

He wanted to adopt her after learning about her past. So, he sometimes slips a paper adoption in the files that she was supposed to work on that day and it has become a game for them of some sort.

Bruce is awkward with his feelings and Marinette finds it hilarious. Marinette teaches him a secret handshake and at first, he did it awkwardly, and then it became a habit. Marinette likes to give him huge bear hugs and at first, Bruce did not know what to do. Like the secret handshake, it became a habit.

They both love to troll the Wayne Staff, at first, Bruce tries to stop her from creating chaos, but then he joins in and they made sure to team up to troll pesky business partners, reporters, and even investors alike.

Bruce doesn't know this but it was he who got adopted first by Marinette before he got the chance to adopt her.

The girl treats her like her father that needs help to manage his life. She worries about him when he gets no sleep. She constantly deals with difficult investors or potential business partners to make sure that her dad boss doesn't have to deal with headaches often. She even made sure that those pesky tabloid reporters left him and his family alone.

Like a cub trying to protect her parents, people often pegged her as a ferocious little kitten (because of her small posture) trying to claw away anyone that feels like a threat to her cat dad. Bruce found this amusing.

She knows that Bruce can handle himself but that doesn't mean he has to. If she can do it for him, then she would!

Once, she mistakenly called her dad out of office hours and Bruce had a permanent grin for the rest of the week.

Bruce invited her often for family dinners, which elates Dick because he would make sure to rope her to hang out with him as often as he could, sometimes Marinette would join him in his sitting area quietly gossiping or hearing each other's stories.

She became fast friends with Alfred and would often team up to bully Bruce to take care of himself more. They would inform one another when Bruce is skipping dinners and take turns scolding Bruce.

She ropes Bruce into taking yoga classes and even asked him to garden with her. It became a weekend father-daughter bonding time. Bruce is especially proud of his zucchini and tomato garden. She even helps Bruce with gift shopping for his kids and helps arrange a private family time for him as well. As usual, he would extend the invitation to Mari and sometimes she joins.

When Mari gets very sleepy during winter, he became full-on dad mode. Worrying his daughter secretary every time he noticed how sluggish she became during the cold weather. When Mari unexpectedly hibernates, he panics. ohnomydaughtersuddenlystopsrespondingandbecamereallycoldwhatshouldido???

When Bruce finally realizes that he had been unofficially adopted by Marinette Jason teases him nonstop. When Dick and Marinette start dating, he is elated. When they got engaged he is stoked. When Marinette asked for him to walk her down the aisle, he tears up. When they give him his first grandchild, he cries again.

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Danny and/or Dani are on the run and they need food and stuff. Being mostly morally good, but also teenagers, they start robbing rich people's fridges. Queue of the Waynes coming downstairs to find one or more glowing teenagers, whom they have never seen before, eating shredded cheese straight from the bag

LMAO That be hilarious. Even more funny if Alfred knew about them eating from the fridge too. Just offers them food instead and not say a word about it. XD Tim would turn around like "I don't need that fifth mug of coffee" repeating to himself. Bruce depends on how tired he is, LOL be funny if he just mistakes him as his kids. Lightly scold them not to make a mess for alfred, then go to bed. Gets wat he came in for, maybe ruffle their hair on his way back out. Dick do a double take but then danny/dani just turn invisible by time he open his eyes again.. like oh okaaaayyy. Maybe I get hit harder than I thought. Damian would go into attack mode. but feel creeped out when they just disappear like WTH I just! >:I no one believes him. LOL Imagine Jason sneaking in to steal from the fridge too- at first like wtf are u.. then once knowing they're only stealing food. Helps them get all the good stuff. LOL Duke I can see him being a mix between Tim and Dick's reaction. Though it would be funny if someone just assumed Bruce adopted more kids. Maybe that should have been Dick's and dick's reaction Duke's LOL