#danny is chronically ill

[starry-bi-sky]

i think i'm hilarious -- aka i made blood blossom danny au memes

all of these come from my DpxDC prompt "i am pushing the batdad agenda--" and it's corresponding additions in the reblogs ksdjlf.

i am. rotating them in my head. forever and always. personally i think there should be more batdad aus in dpxdc, their dynamic could be neat. :)

[onelonelyghost0]

I feel awful (lost my drivers license) and was just properly mansplained to (he legit said almost verbatim what I had said, and thought I would not know to go to the DMV website for a license issue) so guess what????

FIC YPDATES MOTHERFUCKERS I HOPE YALL WANNA READ TONIGHT BC IM DROPPING A SHIT TON OF CHAPTERS

[cerulian-sky]

I like giving my favorite characters fibromyalgia. Y’Know, as a treat.

[talkethtothehandeth]

My abled best friend saying they’d gladly accompany me to the hospital for my MRI is such a warm feeling, like what do you mean you’re not going to run from me all because I’m symptomatic and having so many appointments that disrupt our hang out days

When they come over we stay in my bed and have low key nights, it’s so indescribable to have someone who has taken the time to learn more and understand and wants to hear updates about my medical things because they CARE and it means SO much in general but like it’s even more not only surprising but special when an abled person wants to be involved (yes I know it is the bare minimum to respect a disabled loved one but if you can’t understand that most people do NOT, please pretend you’re using your fifth amendment right and zip it 🤐) all of my friends are disabled except for two and it means so much to me each time

God I love them, I love them I love them and I love all of my friends

[thehoneydee]

They call me Nasty Sauce™️ for my tendency to explode in a fiery inferno when not kept in optimal conditions and also because I'm probably not fit for human consumption :3

[hailtheaeon]

I’m in the hospital rn and I would saw off my limbs for a Josh hug. Can you imagine him rushing to the er and holding you. Holding your hand when you get an IV, falling asleep on your stomach cause he’s too scared to stay two inches away? Him remembering your meds and listing the rest when you forget?? :(

Oh, and he’d definitely be wearing that white sweater.

[nightingale-prompts]

Tim: I've come to you in a time of great need. I need Dick and Bruce to get off my back.

Danny: I see and what's it worth to you?

Tim: A date.

Danny: Deal! Show them this movie. Got it from a neighboring universe.

Tim: What's it about?

Danny: A little girl who has a chronic illness and is slowly dying while her neglectful parents abandon her to be raised by her older brother who is bearly older than her. He hates and resents her but she never hates him because she relies on him to survive and feels like that's love enough. She is treated like a burden by her parentified brother who takes care of her until she dies in her sleep after telling him that she will always love him. It's the perfect movie to fill your family with guilt and I use it on Jazz all the time. It will make you want to curl up into a ball and cry though.

Tim: That's evil. I'll take it.

[onelonelyghost0]

Feeling like a ghost, dressed in Danny phantom colors (green and black), today is a Danny phantom day ig

[butterfly-wingss]

Torture

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Jason wakes up in Danny’s arms. He really should stop doing that. He can’t get used to this feeling, it’ll only hurt him.

Their stuck together for eternity king and knight, knight and king. Sure Danny could fire him but that would seriously hurt the both of them, not to mention the fraid connection.

Cutting off a fraid connection is extremely painful, even dangerous. Frostbite said it hurts just as much if the ghost fades or leaves.

He would hate to put Danny through that. And seeing as he was invited into Danny’s fraid it would also hurt Sam, Tucker, Jazz, and Ellie. He’d be a monster.

Danny puts up with too much shit from too many people. And the thought of hurting his fraid even unintentionally terrifies him.

“You wanna talk about last night.” Icy hands rub circles on Jason’s back pressing down on him when he tries to get up.

No getting out of this one. “My stupid brother broke in so what.”

“I thought you were getting on with your family now.”

“He said I was unreachable for three days. How long have you been here?” If Jason is one thing he’s stubborn. And if he’s a second thing he’s a world class deflector.

“I got here about two hours after you called, took my awhile to get to my phone and then to the realms and the far frozen and everything. I’m sorry.”

Like two hours to get from Amity to Gotham isn’t crazy on it’s own. “It’s fine. I just needed to know if I was unaccounted for.”

“You had two shots and were asleep for two days. Its working great, you’re stronger now.”

“How so.” Eye roll

“You’re starting to use ghost speak again.” Every muscle in Jason’s body tenses.

“It’s okay, you haven’t said much.”

“For once.” He mumbles into Danny’s chest.

“You wear your heart on your sleeve my knight, nothing wrong with that.”

‘My knight’ Danny says it like its something precious.

“Crime lords and knights alike die on the blade of emotion.” Jason laments.

Danny chuckles lightly. “You really do need more rest.”

For a beat of silence where he just basks in all that is Danny. Jason would never admit it but he pretends Danny is doing the same while the other man takes deep breaths, face smooshed into Jason’s hair.

Danny’s always been weird about his hair. He’s always been weird in general.

It’s hard to properly remember his time in the infinite realms. Rancid ecto from the Lazarus pits basically corrupted his core and gave him a chronic illness to boost.

In a place as cursed as Gotham not being able to filter your own ecto is a bitch and a half. It’s why Jason needs those ecto shots so bad, or he’ll be living off of the reused pit juice clogging up his core. Making him mad.

He has a few moments, being added into the fraid, curled up in the library reading with Danny, some of his knighting ceremony. Most of it is just emotions. The memories feel like ghost speak.

Reaching into the emotions of Danny, Fraid, Comfort, Belonging, Peace, home.

Putting his hand on Danny’s chest, just under his heart. Putting a hand on his core, it’s like deja vu. Jason is sure this is how he learnt ghost speak.

“Mmh. I feel you, but what are you saying.” Danny holds Jason closer, he didn’t think that was possible.

Jason focuses harder on his feelings Danny, Fraid, Comfort, Peace, Danny, Fraid, Comfort, Peace, Danny, Fraid, Comfort, Peace. But they all had an underlying thread. Jason didn’t know how to change it, to cut out the noise. It was

“Home. You feel like home.” Danny chuckles lightly “Phoenix of the hearth, of course you feel like home.”

Fond, Care, Gentle thrums from Danny and through to him, it resonates in his bones.

Then softly, ever so softly, almost hidden under the cool winter wind of Danny’s feeling he adds, “my darling phoenix.”

Like a secret, like something he wasn’t supposed to hear, like it slipped through his lips in a sleep induced haze.

Jason needs to stop torturing himself like this.

[talkethtothehandeth]

Something they tell you when you’re sick or disabled is to have a good support system. They say it’s easier, with more people around who love you. And for a couple of months until Monday, I forgot that part of my coping skills. I forgot how much better I felt to have another in person connection.

One of my best friends is an abled and after not spending like a couple of months together, they came over and we traced my line art of an attack on titan scene and they ate the snacks I bought them and opened their gifts (offerings 🔪) from me

I promise there are good abled people who are willing to learn and will love you as you are and won’t give up on you and will support you through everything. There are people who will ask questions to better understand, there are people who will never ever get frustrated with your limitations and even check up on you during your outings or just whenever they’re near.

My best friend came into my life a year and so after my person, and they are the only abled friend I have (I am not usually friends with ableds for good reasons) and they’ve genuinely surpassed my expectations about how an abled person would treat me, and how they would view disability as a whole. I understand that support and solidarity is the bare minimum, but if you’re physically disabled you know what I’m talking about— you know how this is something that is so unfortunately rare, yet even more beautiful and appreciated because of that fact.

I feel safe with them, though I still have fears because of the people’s actions who came before them, I feel safe. I cannot stress how much I love my best friend. And my person? Who will be visiting in October because they just can’t get enough of me for some reason? I feel the same about them. They were borderline disabled when we first met, and I’ve helped them with their journey as their own medical things have come up throughout my time knowing them. And with each stage of our bodies, with every stage of mine, they never turned back and decided I wasn’t worth it anymore; nor I to them.

I know that many physically disabled people don’t know if they’ll ever find love. I didn’t think it was possible, sometimes I still wonder how and why my fiancée chose me. But I promise you you can find friends who you don’t have to second guess, you can find a lover who is just as compassionate, yet closer and more personal to you, who will accept you and every thing that comes along with you— your disabilities, your disabled body.

Someone will love you, I promise.

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for Marina behind the cut, who asked for something with Tucker and is getting “but it’s weird that it happened twice”. I wrote, like . . . twice as much of this as I meant to, haha, I kinda hit a groove here. Sorry for giving you /checks smudged writing on hand/ twice as much clone angst and teenagers in stressful situations having to handle life-threatening issues that are way out of their league with zero support from anyone who should be helping them? Yeahhhhh, nobody got on THIS blog for either of THOSE things, hahaha. Content warnings: clone degradation, chronic illness/pain, threat to the life of a minor, medical emergency. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Access: zero-four-three-zero-four prime!” Jazz shouts–the emergency-open code for the lab door, which Tucker hasn’t heard in a while but definitely has not forgotten–and the door’s already snapping back into the wall as she hits the bottom of the stairs, but she’s running so fast she still hits her shoulder on it as she runs through the doorway. Tucker is slightly worse at running, so manages not to have that problem, but he heard how hard her shoulder hit. 

She didn’t drop the Ecto-Dejecto, though, because, like–Jazz. So yeah, no surprise there. 

“DANNY!” Jazz cries–or “DANI!”, because admittedly that is unclear sometimes and can get especially unclear in crisis situations, which this absolutely is–and Tucker runs through the door after her and sees her on her knees on the floor right next to a tangled pile of barely-corporeal bodies. Dani’s crumpled down small in Danny’s arms, flickering in and out of intangibility and visibly melting, and Superboy’s still holding her hand and hasn’t let go, and is flickering in and out in perfect sync with her. Danny’s a beat behind every erratic, unpredictable flicker, but managing to keep at least mostly on the same level of tangibility as Dani’s. Enough that she’s not falling through the floor, at least. 

Yet. 

“Dani, you just–just for a sec, okay, you just have to concentrate enough to stabilize for a second for the epi–” Danny half-babbles at her, and Jazz’s hands flutter helplessly above Dani, her eyes wide and panicked and Danny’s voice cracked and panicked, and Dani’s skin is melting, her body is melting, her face is melting, and Tucker is useless and needs to–needs to– 

“Wow, you weren’t kidding about the chrome, huh, boo?” Superboy says, and Dani–

“H-huh?” she stammers, and her flickering–skips, and– 

“The chrome. There really is a fuckton of the stuff,” Superboy says, looking around the lab and cocking an eyebrow. “How do they keep it all shiny like this? Like is there a polishing schedule? Like a daily rotation?” 

“M-man, I dunno, I dunno how y-you clean ch-chrome,” Dani manages with a stuttered laugh, and her flickering stops, just for a second. Stops on tangible, just for a second. 

But like Danny said, a second’s all Jazz needs to jab her. 

Jazz jerks out with the epi of Ecto-Dejecto and stabs it into Dani’s thigh, and Dani yelps as the needle pierces through her jeans, the yelp cutting off into a stifled hiss, and Tucker desperately needs her to not phase out again before the whole shot injects and is totally goddamn useless to help her do that, and Superboy says, “I guess we could google it or whatever? That’s what I usually do for the normie shit I don’t know shit about.” 

“W-what, no c-chrome in your lab’s home-sweet-home?” Dani asks with another stuttered laugh, and Superboy grins brightly at her. 

“C’mon, boo, you know I never cleaned that place, I only ever fucked it up,” he tells her jokingly, and she laughs shakily, and Jazz exhales, and pulls back the empty epi. Dani’s melting face shivers, and quivers, and slowly, slowly starts, like–unmelting, and Superboy squeezes her hand and leans down in closer to her and peers over the top of his sunglasses at her with a wider grin. “Hey, boo. There’s that pretty face again.” 

Dani laughs wetly, then ducks her head with a strangled little sob of a sound and turns tighter into Danny, burying a sob against his shoulder. Tucker doesn’t know if it’s pain or stress or–what, exactly, but Ancients, he hates the sound of it. He hates it. 

He knows it was a tripled-up dose in that shot. The concentrated mix. Jazz told them she was loading a triple for next time. So like, unless they used it while he was gone–unless they did that, it was a triple dose. 

It was a triple dose, and even after a triple, Dani’s still taking this long to fully come back together. 

Tucker really wants to like, go puke or have a freakout or something, but that would not actually be helpful right now, and it definitely wouldn’t fix anything. And like–and he needs to fix this, because that’s what he’s for in this damn fraid. That’s like–that’s just what he’s for period. 

He doesn’t know how to fix this. He just–he doesn’t know. And he’s supposed to know. He’s just–supposed to. 

“It hurt worse that time,” Dani croaks, then laughs helplessly past another sob; around another sob. Danny’s grip on her tightens, and Tucker sees how hard he swallows. He whips out his PDA again, and the reflex is just–

“How much worse?” he asks, ready to type in whatever she says. “Like–scale of one to ten on the pain scale, last episode and this one.” 

“It just fucking hurts, Tucker!” Dani yells into Danny’s shoulder, then chokes on another sob, and it just sounds angry. Danny’s jaw tightens and he squeezes his arms around her, and she sobs in actual fury. “Vlad was too stupid to make me right and I’m gonna fall apart because he was so stupid and it just fucking hurts, okay?! It hurts!” 

She hasn’t let go of Superboy’s hand, and he hasn’t let go of hers either. 

“I–yeah, I know,” Tucker says, and his throat just–burns, it feels like. “It just–symptoms, okay? We need to track those, remember?” 

“I don’t care!” Dani yells. “It’s stupid, it’s stupid, I don’t care, Vlad made me wrong and I’m wrong and this isn’t–this isn’t gonna work, I’m not–!” 

“Dani,” Danny says, his voice tight and strangled as he hugs her closer and buries his face in her shoulder too. She just sobs again. “Dani, I swear–we’re not gonna give up. We’re gonna figure this out. We’ll figure this out even if Tucker has to kidnap, like, the whole freaking Justice League.” 

“I mean I have some theories about the process,” Tucker admits, mostly because he’s hoping it’ll distract her, and Dani sobs out a laugh, and then just sobs. 

“It hurt so bad,” she chokes. “It still hurts. It hurts so bad, it’s so bad, Danny!” 

“I–yeah, I know,” Danny says roughly, his own voice coming out a little choked too. “I just–I know, Dani, it’s–it’s–I’ve got you. We’ve got you. Whole fraid. I swear. We’ll go back to Frostbite for the eighty billionth time, we’ll go raid Vlad’s stupid froot loop lab, we’ll–we’ll figure something out. We will.” 

Tucker is actually, like, going to go insane, he’s pretty sure.

[hailtheaeon]

Hey mutuals. Sorry I haven’t uploaded the first chapter yet. I’ve been so busy and tired from my joint pain. I’m actually getting a lyrica suit that’ll force my muscles to move and I’m kinda nervous??? No one around me really gives half a shit though so I’m telling you guys because I’ll have to wear this custom super suit every day after a week of getting used to it once it’s made and I’m kind of terrified because this is my life ig?!? That’s why I’ve been slacking lol. Love you all, chap should be out soon.

[luminanightfall]

I think Tim would have the convo about Danny's illness and past as Phantom pretty early, he followed them around and knew their identities for a while after all. He would be able to see real time how Dick grows but Danny doesn't. Maybe he already has theories about it, but I figure he'd ask about it as soon as he's settled and certain they won't get mad/throw him out because of the question.

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[nathanbatemanfucker]

Is it possible if we could get a chronically ill reader? As an autoimmune disease girly who deals with fibromyalgia as well, I would LOVE to see something like that on here :D love your stuff

Drained

about this; wc: 485 pairing: joaquin torres x gn!reader, contents: chronic illness, fibromyalgia flare up, fluff/hurt comfort, an: i did a little research & hopefully this lives up to your request! <3

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You wake up already exhausted.

Not just tired but bone-deep drained, like gravity has doubled overnight. Every joint feels swollen from the inside out, your muscles stiff and aching, nerves flaring under your skin like you’ve been sunburned by a storm. You shift just enough to breathe, and even that feels like too much.

There’s some comfort in knowing that Joaquin spent the night and that you haven’t woken up alone, but that can only do so much in the face of sheer pain.

“Shit,” you whisper, barely able to keep your eyes open. “Today’s not…it’s bad, Joaquin.”

Joaquin’s already moving before you finish the sentence. He doesn’t ask if you’re sure. He does say again? or I thought you were feeling better yesterday.

He just nods, voice gentle as soothing water when he says, “I’ve got you.”

He keeps the lights off and draws the curtains, before grabbing the heating pad from under the sink in your bathroom. He asks not a single question, already knowing the settings you prefer.

Your hoodie, the one soft enough to not set off the burning in your arms, is folded at the foot of the bed. He helps you sit up, one arm steady around your waist, the other adjusting your pillow because you can’t lift your arms without the pain cracking down your back.

“It hurts everywhere,” you admit, biting back tears. “Even my fucking hair hurts, I don’t know how that’s fucking possible.”

You get sweary when the pain is at its highest but it doesn’t phase him. He knows that it doesn’t have to do with him, it’s just your way of being cathartic. He stays tender and hushed.

“I know,” he says quietly, brushing his knuckles along your jaw without pressure. “You don’t have to pretend around me.”

He never makes you. That’s the thing about Joaquin—he doesn’t need you to be strong all the time to love you. He gets the fog in your head when words won’t come, the stiffness in your legs when you try to stand, the way you wince at a breeze that’s too cold or footsteps that are too loud. He doesn’t flinch when you cry. He just anchors you.

He hands you your meds with a cup of water, thumb brushing your wrist before letting go. “Breathe through it, cariño. I’m right here.”

You rest your head on his chest, the pain somehow sharp and dull all at once. But you focus on the steady rhythm of his heart under your ear. On his voice that wraps around you like a blanket, smooth and low as he reads something—he knows you’re not following the words, but it doesn’t matter. It’s not about distraction. It’s about presence.

With Joaquin, you never have to explain the ache that lives inside your skin.

He just knows.

And when everything feels too heavy, he’s the one thing that never is.

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[elizabethemerald]

Barbara Gordon had been enjoying Gotham City Comic Con so far. She had gone to a few signings and a few panels, and even did some signing of her own for those who recognized her as Babs-on-wheels. Dick was just enjoying being her handler for the Con. He had a cloth mask on and was ignored by most of the con goers, just like he liked it. 

She loved conventions so much, even though they sucked in a lot of ways. They were hard on her body, she needed to take time away from being Oracle, and she somehow always ended up catching something no matter how much she masked or washed her hands. Even with all that, they were still fun, having a convention in Gotham just made things so much easier. 

Of course GC3 still wasn't a popular Con. The risk of rogue attacks was too high for the Gotham locals and the non locals were too afraid of getting mugged or murdered on the way. GC3 struggled to get any real stars to show up for panels or signings and the artist alley was always distressingly empty compared to the size of the space. 

At least this year the con was slightly bigger than usual. Bruce had used WE funds to sponsor personal security for any actor who showed up and Jason was personally paying for a bunch of Crime Alley artists to attend with their goods, including a lady who was selling extremely cute duck shaped candles. Babs was hopeful that if the others could keep the rogues at bay that this year might actually see the con's growth become the norm. 

The best part of attending cons and especially of going in her costumes with her wheelchair was meeting all the people who had some disability coming up to her and showing off what she had inspired them to do. So many different amazing costumes for people in wheelchairs, with canes, or otherwise showing off their aids. 

Like these three out of towners who had excitedly approached her. 

The leader, who eventually was introduced as Tucker was excitedly stimming, his hands flapping and his words slurring together in his excitement. Every few seconds he would rock up on his toes like he was about to take off into the air. Barbara felt a small, fond smile creep up her face, Dick actually did the same thing though for a different reason. 

Sam, the only girl of the group, also was the one who translated Tucker’s excitement into understandable words. She leaned heavily on a cane with a shoot of some vine growing up it. 

The last of the group, Danny, introduced by both of the others as their boyfriend, was just as excited as Tucker. His wheelchair was beautifully disguised as the Curiosity Rover. The accuracy on the rover was truly stunning. 

Tucker and his partners were all dressed up as Martian Warriors. 5th Dynasty if Bab’s recollections of J’onn’s lectures were correct. Actually some of the details were more accurate than the publicly available information. It made her raise her eyebrows a little, she didn’t think they were actually Martians, but it wasn’t impossible. More likely, however, they had some computer skills and were able to get access to some of NASA’s private files. 

Barbara enjoyed the conversation with the trio, and Dick volunteered to take pictures of the four of them together. He had to take a couple of pictures before he could get one where nobody was blurry from stimming right as the flash went off. Finally he was able to get a good picture of all of them, including her pretending to be making first contact with them in character. 

Their photo op was interrupted by the screens throughout the convention center that usually displayed maps or room numbers all went dark at the same time. Even the jumbotron that had been showing clips of happy con attendees in between advertisements for the corporate sponsors went black. 

Babs felt Dick tense next to her, and surprisingly so did Danny in his chair. Their tension was immediately rewarded as all the screens came back on with Edward Nigma’s smarmy face. Babs had felt that Riddler had a very punchable face ever since she first started as Batgirl, and her opinion hasn’t changed since then. He looked even more punchable with his face that large on the jumbotron. 

“Hello attendees of Gotham City Comic Con!” Riddler shouted out, deafening many. 

Sam flinched violently from his voice and pressed her hands to her ears. She immediately wobbled like she was going to fall, but Tucker stepped up to her side and pressed her towards Danny’s wheelchair so she could steady herself. 

“Sorry babe. They’re going to need me.” Dick whispered in Babara’s ear. She nodded and pressed a kiss to his cheek, both of them ignoring Riddler’s self-aggrandizing. “Stay safe, I love you.” 

He stood up and hurried away. Riddler was an all hands on deck rogue, his preference for vastly complex plans featuring multiple threats across a wide area meant the Bats needed as much help as they could get to prevent any casualties. Sam had recovered enough to steady herself and glared after Dick. 

“Where is he going?” She snarled. 

Babs grimaced, she could see how it looked from an outside perspective. It looked like Dick had abandoned her as soon as a threat occurred. The way the trio grouped together to watch each other’s backs showed clearly how inappropriate they found his supposed actions. 

“Dick is a police officer, I assume the GCPD will need his help.” Babs could almost laugh at the way the trio reacted as if she had said he wanted to go sniff toilet seats. They would probably prefer he was just a coward rather than a cop. Even with her father being the Commissioner, she couldn’t quite bring herself to disagree. There was a reason she had become a vigilante rather than help her father directly. 

“Maybe we should get off the expo floor.” Danny interrupted what would probably have been a breathtaking rant from Sam. “Two people in wheelchairs might look like attractive hostages if it comes to that.” 

“Good thinking.” Tucker was tapping away at his phone for a second before he looked up and pointed at a set of double doors nearby. “There should be a storage closet there, it usually holds all the tables and stuff for the artist alley, so it should be empty now.” 

Barbara followed, wheeling after them as the trio made for the storage closet. She wondered if she could get away with calling one of the Birds to pick the lock, or maybe it wouldn’t be too suspicious for her to pick it herself. 

“May I touch your wheelchair?” Babs was knocked out of her thoughts by Sam’s words. Tucker had taken over pushing Danny’s chair, in fact he had turned them both around so they were both going backwards. Then Sam was holding one of Danny’s hands and holding out her other. Barbara nodded her consent, confused and curious as to what they were planning. 

They were almost to the double doors and Sam laid her hand on the back of Babs’ wheelchair. Barbara could feel a tingling sensation pass over her body from her contact with Sam. Then to her surprise, Tucker looked around to see if anyone was watching them then passed effortlessly through the door. He pulled Danny’s chair through and Sam guided Babs as all four of them walked through the door as if it wasn’t there. 

She wasn’t entirely certain that the trio weren’t actually Martian warriors despite the fact that they were supposedly extinct. Either way she was certain that J’onn J’onzz would want to have a word with these three. Tucker had passed his phone to Sam, who was using it to watch Riddler’s broadcast while he knelt down and pulled out his laptop. He nudged Danny as he did so. 

“I’m going to try and back trace the broadcast, see if I can find Riddler’s location. Are you going to go deal with him?” Tucker asked. 

Barbara watched Danny consider his partner’s words. It was almost like the trio had forgotten she was there as Tucker very clearly started to hack on his laptop, with the computer resting on Danny’s head. 

“No. Gotham has her own heroes.” Danny said, shaking his head and almost dislodging Tucker’s computer. “If they need help I’ll jump in, but I don’t want to step on any toes.” 

“In that case, I’ll take this seat.” Tucker said before plopping himself down on Danny’s lap. He continued typing away even as Danny wrapped his arms around him to keep him stable. Sam leaned over their shoulders to look at what Tucker was typing. “Ok, I think I’ve found the source, he’s bounced the signal around a couple of times but the Mark of Horus was able to track him down.” 

Barbara felt her brows climb toward her hairline. The Mark of Horus was an infamous tracking software created by the hacker Duat_Pharoh, one of the best hackers on the planet. Duat_Pharoh could even challenge Oracle in a few fields, which was no small feat if Barbara said so. The Mark of Horus could track an IP against just about any defenses, like the mythological hunter it was named after. And worse the code had only been approximated a few times (once by Barbara herself) and required a supercomputer to run successfully. Tucker just whipped that out in a few minutes on a laptop in a supply closet. Either he was lying or he was secretly a major player in the hacker world. 

“Do you mind if I help you?” Barbara asked, as she pulled her laptop from its hidden compartment in her chair and set it on her lap. 

“Hmm? Oh sure.” Unlike other hackers Barbara had encountered, he didn’t seem to be talking down to her when he accepted her offer for help. She slipped her earpiece into place and dialed her number at the Clocktower. A few key presses and she had forwarded her call to the comms of the Bats. 

“Nightwing, this is Barbara Gordon.” Barbara said as she connected, subtly showing the Bats that she was in her civilian guise. She ignored the whispered, “She has Nightwing’s number? That’s so cool!” 

“Go ahead Mrs. Gordon, this Nightwing.” 

“Some civilian hackers from the convention and I were able to backtrace the Riddler’s signal.” She got a notification that Tucker was attempting to airdrop the data he had to her computer. Technically it shouldn’t have been possible for him to find her computer, but she guessed she shouldn’t be worried about what was supposed to be possible right then. 

Barbara accessed the information and forwarded it to her husband. 

“Riddler has several bombs hidden throughout the convention center, each clue will direct you to the next, eventually culminating in a showdown between himself and the Bats with several hostages as the stakes.” Barbara said, giving her directions to the family. “He does not currently have any hostages, but will be acquiring them from the convention, using the bombs as a distraction.” 

“I haven’t found the location of the bombs yet, but I’ve got access to his computer, and it looks like he has his speech notes prepared on it.” Tucker said, still typing away at his computer. He paused, then looked at something closely. “Ugh. Riddles. I hate riddles. I have the full list of riddles which should give Batman a headstart on disarming the bombs.” 

“Send them to me. I’m great at riddles.” Sam said from where she was leaning on Tucker’s shoulder. A ping on her phone and she leaned away to look closer at the riddles. 

Barbara was impressed. Between herself and the trio the Bats were well on their way to clearing Riddler’s entire plot. She had managed to narrow down her search using the information Sam and Spoiler were coming up from the riddles to find several of the bombs around the center, directing the Bats to intervene and disarm them. 

Tucker was able to create a virus that would isolate the bombs from exterior signals preventing a detonator from being used. Again, Barbara was fairly certain that Riddler usually was better about isolating his explosives than that, but she was certain now that Tucker was doing the impossible. 

“Now for your next clue!” Riddler said loudly from where he was recording. “I am tall- what the fuck!”

His broadcast was interrupted by several members of the Batfamily crashing into his location. He lunged for the detonator on the table and managed to press the button but there was no explosion, he looked at it in disgust before throwing it at Batman. 

“Someone skipped ahead on the show! Haven’t you ever heard of spoilers!” He shouted as he dodged a batarang. 

“Spoiler? I hardly know ‘er!” Spoiler said as she swung in and knocked the Riddler flat. “Next time, keep my name outta your mouth!” 

 Barbara smiled and watched as the trio laughed and high fived, congratulating her and Tucker on their hacking job. 

“Hey, I hope you don’t mind,” Barbara said, hating to kill the mood. “But maybe we can talk about what just happened? Because you all were very impressive.” 

They looked at each other for a moment before nodding. 

“Sure, but do you mind if we go somewhere with some fresh air, I can’t breathe in this closet.” Sam said. 

DP x DC Prompt #83

Tucker loved going to conventions. He loved sharing the love of his favorite characters with other people who loved the same characters. Mostly, he looks forward to seeing the cosplayers who show up. And this convention is extra special. 

A cosplayer he follows online is going to this one! She calls herself Babs, and Tucker hopes he’ll run into her. Her cosplays are always insane and detailed! Maybe she’ll even be willing to sign some fan art he made of her cosplays if he asks nicely enough.

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Hey I just wanted to say that I love your writing! Your eldritch birb AU has been such a delight. Every time you post an update i reread each chapter. Just the chronic pain/ chronic illness of it all, how soft Danny is with the kids, how compassionate Bruce is with Danny. It's all just so stunning and wonderful!!!

Aw thank you!

I'm still completely blown away with the love the AU has gotten. It started with a doodle of a Weird Bird with Bat arms and lets sticking out of it and now it's here! You're all really delightful <3