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dcxdpdabbles · 7 months ago

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DCxDP fanfic idea: Beyond the Grave

Danny Fenton gets the surprise of his life when the Justice League accepts a mission in Amity Park.

No, they were there for ghost issues. lt turns out that if people aren't exposed to shock waves of Ectoplasm radiation, they don't get fun side effects like seeing the dead. That's why the town people had called his parents loons up until the portal was open.

There hadn't been enough death energy to make them visible, let alone corporeal enough to touch the human world. Even Danny had thought his parents were chasing an unrealistic dream until that fateful day when Sam convinced him to walk through the portal.

What the Justice League was there to do was stop this company that had been kidnapping meta children all over the country. They had hidden them a little outside Amity Park, where people rarely drove by. Danny had only gone through those back roads twice, and he's lived in Amity Park all his life.

No one had the slightest idea that a secret lab was operating underground, forcing experimentation on children. Danny felt horrible he had missed this, as the self-proclaimed hero of the area, but his expertise was in ghosts. They were pretty straightforward and loud in their evil plots.

Something like this required resources, training, and detective skills that Danny didn't have. What made him feel a little bit better about all this was that Danny had found the children before the Justice League.

He just won't tell them that because it made his own kidnapping rather embarrassing. Somehow, the scientists- if that can even be called that- had detected Danny's hidden powers. While he was busy crawling out of a dumpster- Dash had thrown him in there- a van had pulled up and thrown a collar onto his neck.

Danny was so stunned by the action that he could not stop a taser to the neck in time. His entire body had cramped up, but not before he had sent a burst of energy to the broken security camera, tuning it on and broadcasting the video to Tucker's laptop.

He got a bit better at controlling technology using ectoplasm, especially after the many fights with Technus, and his friend had set up a laptop in a close circuit that could tap into Danny's frequency.

The kidnappers probably thought that they were in the clear when making grabs at meta children since most came from areas that didn't have surveillance. Tucker had gotten home to a three-hour-long video from Danny, clicking it open and spitting out the ramen he was eating when the first few minutes of it was Danny getting educated.

He panicked and called Jazz to ask if his friend had gotten home. When she denied seeing her brother, Tucker contacted Sam and informed her what was happening.

The pair had immediately mobilized, tearing through the city on the hunt for the van. Jazz had joined them after letting her parents know Danny was missing. They had gone straight to the police station to report that their son was gone.

Tucker had sent them the video, claiming it was from a Panic App. The pair had been in the beta stages, which was why no one had such a helpful app, but it was enough for the Fentons to make their case. The police had placed an Amber Alert and had practically locked down the city.

In a small town like Amity Park, getting the people to band together to help each other was relatively easy. Even Flash, the last person to have seen Danny, had called his football friends to get in a car and help them find the youngest Fenton.

Sadly, by then, the scientists had taken Danny well out of the city, even with multiple people calling to place tips on the black van. Four days passed, and with each passing hour, the likelihood of Danny returning home alive grew dimmer.

No one thinks they have ever seen Jazz Fenton cry that much before. Jack and Maddie were on a rampage, tearing through the city for hints of their son. They had even ignored a ghost attacking the mall, too busy stopping every black Sprinter van they could find for clues of their son.

The video was somehow leaked to the public - Tucker and Sam had allowed it to slip into public domains with a scrambled VPN, hoping to get someone to report anything- and this video had made its way to a certain billionaire in Gotham.

Batman had been working the case for months, looking for a pair of twins that had vanished from Daminan's class. They had gotten the boys back, now able to see in the dark as their meta genes had been forcefully unlocked, and realized they were rescued before they were able to get to the primary base.

The only clue the Bats had was a symbol of a two-headed snack on the collars found around the twin's necks. The same collar that had been forced upon Danny Fenton when he was taken in the video.

Bruce had called his co-workers the second he noticed the mark. They had geared up and gone to Amity Park to investigate. Clark, Diana, Billy, and Bruce had arrived at Amity Park in their civilian personas. They came separately to avoid suspicion, hoping to use Billy as bait.

The Justice League was still coming to terms with Captain Marvel being a fourteen-year-old kid, but none could call into question the good work Billy did.

The three had different stories about why they were in the middle of nowhere in Amity Park.

Bruce had been in town to set up a new outreach for the Wayne Foundation. Clark, a news reporter investigating the missing child case of Danny and Diana, had chosen to tour the most haunted cities in the United States for her museum curator.

Like a charm, Billy had gotten the attention of the kidnappers, and only three days after arriving in Amity as a homeless kid, he had been taken. The moment Billy pressed the button on his bracelet, the three were notified that he had been kidnapped.

Clark kept an ear of the van, listening to the bracelet's beeping that no human could pick up. Just in case, the Leauge had embedded a tracker into Billy's left arm, and Bruce had followed it to the secret Lab.

A message to the Watch Tower had backup zapping down in seconds. They waited until nightfall before springing a rescue mission. Flash, Black Canary, Red Tornado, and Vigilanete had been sent in to find and bring the children home while Bruce, Clack, and Diana worked on taking out the guards.

Danny had woken in a test tube with multiple needles and wires digging into his skin, facing a group of superheroes that stared back at him in horror. The last thing he remembered had been the passing cells of meta children before he was taken to a room with a glass tube.

After being shoved into it, Danny was put to sleep with a gas. He had not been conscious for the entire time he was taken. That means he was not awake when the scientists had accidentally caused his heart to flatline.

They had thrown his body into an unmarked grave, intending to bury him with the three other nameless victims. Danny had not been awake when his survival instincts had triggered his shift to Phantom and floated out of the grave.

Like a balloon with helium, Danny had drifted far from the grave, flouting in the wind unconscious due to the gas.

He had awakened for only a few seconds, floating above the road that led to Amity, confused about how he got there. Sadly, the very same van that had just finished burying him had driven down the street, spotting him in the air and choosing to capture the famous Phantom.

They had stolen some Fenton Tech on a stakeout while waiting to take the Fenton Boy and were happy to see it had knocked out the ghost. The men had taken Phantom back to the lab, setting him up in a tube so their scientist could pull out his green blood for tests.

The Justice League had broken in that night. After the raid, Bruce hacked the computers, looking for clues about the missing children. His heart fell to his feet when he read the reports.

The children had died in the experiments. Danny Fenton was on the list of failed experiments, his time of death marked in the conclusion section of a report like he wasn't a young boy who had just finished his first year of high school.

Bruce had only been able to pull himself together long enough to find information about Phantom being held in a deeper part of the lab. Clark, Barry, and Bruce had gone to the lower levels, intending to set the ghost free.

What they found was Phantom in his most basic form. A young ghost with his jumpsuit cut open, showing the same markings the other rescued children bore.

Lichtenberg scars around the neck, torso, and arms.

Phantom had been a new ghost. Bruce and Clark had verified that in their investigations. They had never thought to question what had created him, only that he had appeared a few months ago wearing a hazmat jumpsuit and seemingly unable to leave Amity Park.

The same jumpsuit the other meta children were forced to wear to contain their experiments.

Phantom had been a meta child that had been killed by these people. He was recaptured and placed in a strange ghost coma, leaving the Justice League baffled about how to help him.

Besides blinking, his eyes opened for only a few seconds when he was rescued; he had remained unconscious after muttering, "There are more. Fifty-seven kids....help them, please."

The League had taken him back to their headquarters while working through the labs and digging up the bodies of the other victims. The people involved with this heinous crime had all taken their lives, having snuck a cyanide tablet into their teeth.

None of them faced justice properly, not for the deaths they caused or the angst that Phantom had been dragged into. The ghost had been unable to move on, sticking around even after everything they had done to him.

He had likely been attempting to get help for the remaining prisoners because every place he had attacked had been involved with this lab.

The Justice League would later reveal this information to the horrified townspeople.

Valerie Gray would be throwing up in the bathroom after watching the news. Her father's previous employers had been half on staff with the people who had killed Phantom.

They made a list of potential children to test for the meta gene. She had been on there, and had Phantom not gotten her dad fired when he did, she would have been kidnapped. He saved her life, and she had shot at him in return.

Dash Baxter would be found drinking and sobbing in the school parking lot. He had been drowning in guilt for dragging Fenton behind the mall, where he had thrown him in the dumpster. He had nothing to do with the kidnapping, but he blamed himself nonetheless.

Those people had been attempting to take Fenton for weeks, and he created the perfect opening. Now Danny Fenton was dead by the same people who made his hero. Dash vowed never to bully anyone again, even as Kawn took him home and helped nurse him through his hangover.

Sam Madison and Tucker Foley moved about like zombies. They kept sending messages to someone who would never answer, searching the sky for Phantom's glow, or had their phones on just in case they found Danny. With each uncovered grave, the pair grew hopeful as Danny had not been among the recovered bodies.

People were slightly heartbroken for them. They would wait on a best friend that was never coming home.

Not to mention the Fenton's reaction to Danny's fate. The funeral had been one of the hardest ones any of them had ever attended. The cries of the three remaining Fentons had echoed in their nightmares.

Worse, they had closed their portal. The Fentons had sealed everything to do with ghosts away, no longer able to stand the research now that they knew Phantom had been attempting to prevent Danny's death.

Maybe if they had stopped to try and communicate with him, they might have been able to save their son.

Jack and Maddie were still certified geniuses and were able to fall back on working for Wayne Enterprises as engineers. They moved away, with Jazz looking lifeless without her brother.

People in Amity Park passed by the old Fenton Works sign, never to see it glow again. They also realized that Phantom had vanished, many assuming that now he was at rest due to his murder being solved.

They were unaware he was floating above them in the Watch Tower's medical wing, locked away in slumber.

John Constantine had noticed his ectoplasm levels had not moved since his rescue. For some reason, Phantom's body was not producing it properly like other ghosts- most likely due to experiments they had forced him through.

This caused a coma, with every Justice League Dark member scratching their heads. In every way, Phantom seemed fine, but his core did not react correctly.

It was almost as if it had never been adequately formed, as if Phantom was still alive somehow.

After months of trying to figure out how to stabilize the ghost's core, John contacted a ghost doctor from the Infinite Realms. It took calling in a few favors to get the information, let alone the actual communication with the ghost doctor, but he could do it.

He was a magic expert, not a medic. This was the only chance Phantom had to ever wake.

Thankfully, Frostbite seemed to know exactly what to do when his large eyes landed on the floating figure in the medical incubator the League had placed him in.

He had assured them he could help Phantom but needed to take him back to his hospital to properly treat the ghost. After the Yeti agreed to an Oath Vow stating he would not allow any harm to fall upon Phantom while under his care.

Another agreement of having John present for Phantom's treatment had solidified Justice League into letting the being move Phantom into the Far Frozen.

A year after Danny Fenton's death, Phantom's eyes snapped open to the relieved Frostbite and the beaming trench coat man.

He had never been so confused when the first thing his doctor said was, "Great One, I am sorry to say the humans believed Daniel Fenton has passed while you were in a coma."

Well.

How was he going to bring himself back to life?

#dcxdpdabbles #dcxdp crossover #Beyond the Grave #Part 1 #tw: Kidnapping #tw: human experimentation #tw: child abuse #Tw: child death #slight angst?#Misunderstandings #Danny slept though his furneral #He now has to “find” Danny Fenton #The Justice Leauge thinks they sloved his death #My cousin had a charger that fit my laptop!!!

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torusonicpilled · 5 months ago

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can we know more about the future au👀👀❓️

Alright I've been waiting for this, get ready for a really long lore dump... (click on keep reading so I don't clutter up the tags)

Future AU takes place 200 years after when-ever the main events of the game are. This would make Shadow 215 years old and Sonic 216 years old. Sonic: Sonic was created by a cult of former ARK scientists who wanted to create a version of Shadow specifically to be a weapon and without the Black Arms DNA. They used the DNA of a god and were successful (obviously.) However, Sonic at one point lost control of his power and destroyed everything, this event made him lose his memory. The first thing he saw when he woke up was the nature around him, creating his free-spirited nature (contrast to how Shadow woke up seeing Maria for the first time.) All this lore is here to explain why Sonic is immortal. However because Sonic is immortal and the public is unaware of this, and basically the gods have their own secret cult that gave Sonic an ultimatum. Basically he could A) Die at around 40 but keep his freedom, however the earth he loves may one day be destroyed due to the lack of him protecting it. B) He lives long enough (around 110) for people to realize he is immortal like Shadow, and not wanting to waste their best protector against the planet, seals him away, freezing him and only take him out when they need him to save them, or C) fake his death and continuing living, but lose his humanity, never being able to be ��Sonic the Hedgehog” again. Sonic also never made this choice, as Shadow was the one who decided. Shadow feels guilt over this even if Sonic has gotten over it at this point.

Sonic goes through a major depression in the years 110-150, as he basically loses his identity and is struggling with that. Sonic eventually finds some old outfit Shadow has in the closet, and uses it to become a masked figure called “S.” He now saves people under S, his speed being from “technology” and a voice modulator hiding his voice. Sonic is insanely powerful in the future, so people start equating him to a “legendary hero” who only appears when a threat too strong shows up. (like how Silver acted when talking about Whisper in IDW #8.)

Sonic still has a lot of his immature traits personality wise, however he is a lot smarter when it comes to combat, having experience in situations, as well as being extremely overpowered.

Shadow: Due to Shadow being the ultimate lifeform, he’s allowed to still be in public and shows his face. Shadow leaves G.U.N after Rouge retires, as Team Dark disbands. Once Rouge dies, Shadow spends a lot of time with Sonic, as Sonic is going through it being dead in all but name.

Around 130-140, Shadow created “Maria’s Solutions,” his own private organization for helping people. Shadow is someone people go to when people can’t go to police or other organizations for help. He accepts help from almost any client, however he is often avoided by the worst as his power is terrifying. Shadow is now a detective, negotiator, and bounty hunter all in one, as he is more knowledgeable and collected now.

After Eggman's death, Shadow adopted Sage at his request, not having it in him to bring her offline. Sage has a duplicate robot body but she prefers to spend time with him on Shadow's phone. She helps him out in missions, with hacking and tech related problems.

Shadow has other employees for Maria’s Solutions, however I’m still working on them. Main ideas include an innocent girl similar to Maria he’s taken a soft spot to, a robot like Omega who works as a maid around their house, etc.

Silver: Silver will occasionally come back to check in on Shadow. Due to the deal they made, Silver can’t know Sonic is alive. However, due to a mishap, Silver finds out and becomes friends with S. Sonic likes spending more time with Silver so he hides this fact from Shadow, sometimes going on missions with Silver.

Other info

Sonic and Shadow aren’t important to this world. Lots of organizations and people fight in this world, thus leaving Sonic to deal with world ending threats and Shadow his clients. Organizations include

Technology conglomerates

A church that worships Gaia

The restoration

Militaries

Sonic and Shadow are married with rings pierced in their ears, however they do not like to define relationships.

Anyone who Shadow trusts enough will meet Sonic by accident, but calls him “S” either way.

Knuckles can be spoken too by connecting with the master emerald, which is underneath Sonic and Shadow’s house in an underground facility.

Tails reincarnates when he dies with an extra tail, however he gets his memories from his last 100 years only if he meets Sonic. They don’t meet until 130ish, where Sonic agrees to wait until Tails is 20 every time before he hunts for him. (this part I’m still working on.)

Sonic is a jack of all trades who can use any weapon to fight as he likes to switch it up. Shadow uses a gun and sword combo along with his chaos abilities.

AU is more comedic despite the somber tone, as Sonic and Shadow are still Sonic and Shadow at the end of the day.

Well that was a lot but if you want more info send me another ask with more questions for me to answer

#sth #future au #text post #sonadow

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systellartechnologies · 7 months ago

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evilminji · 1 year ago

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You know what idea has always ENCHANTED ME?

Ever since I saw it on a sci-fi show?

The Deadly Magical House That Loves You™. See, it's a house that has become something MORE. Gained sentience. And? Instead of acting out some cheap horror movie jump scares? It digs deep to its foundations, thinks long n hard, and decides on what it WANTS.

And it WANTS?

To be a HOME™.

To TAKE CARE OF somebody. Have LIFE in its halls. Meals at its tables. Joy and laughter bouncing across its walls. So? It lays a trap. Lures people in.

Come live in me~

I am a good home.

I am Free! I am "Safe". I will give you whatever your heart desires.

I care not for morality or laws. Boundaries or taboos. Do you desire? Come, come, be HAPPY~! Live in me! Relax here! Forget about the world beyond these walls. Anything I can not give you, I can bring TOO you! This is a Happy Home.

But, of course, such sentience and pushiness terrifies. People run and flee in horror. The house getting more aggressive. Trying to hold tighter. After all! If they would just STAY for a while, they would SEE! It's so LOVELY here! The would LOVE to live inside them!

But... instead?

They are hurt.

Doors smashed open. Windows broken to escape. Furniture thrown. Their avatar, Jeeves, bashed with heavy things. Why... WHY?! They are only trying to HELP! To LOVE them! Be a good HOME! They grow more and more run down. Starved. Wrathful.

It is, of course, their Obsession. To be a home. They are so very hungry.

When? Who should come along?

But the depressed AF Ghost King! He's been... not TECHNICALLY kicked out. But "things are tense" kicked out. He's tired. His college courses are remote. He can't really AFFORD rent. And everything is just...

He's TIRED.

He wants to cry.

Why... why can't he have ONE good thing? ONE sign everything's gonna be alright?

"Free House!"

Well... I mean... that IS a literal sign. Huh. He flies down. The house notices him. Tries to look as enticing as it can. And? Gasp! I... It's WORKING? This one seems INTERESTED? Quick! Flowerbeds! Look at my flowerbeds! Ooooh, lovely floooowers! A.. and there's probably really nice wood flooring! C'mon. C'moooon!

Danny? Sees a free Lair. Not too far from both Gotham AND Metropolis. Good location. Needs a little fixing up. But I mean... you can't beat free, right?

Is he really gonna do this?

......fuck it. Yeah, let's do this. First house time. He's just glad he carries a sharpie on him most of the time. Scribbles "Sold!" Over the sign then calls Jazz. He's... kinda not sure WHAT he's supposed to pack?

Finds out, post move in, whoop. Sentient Lair. Clingy, clingy, highly desperate sentient Lair. Oof. Guess fixing up the place can be therapy for both of us. Jazz helps.

The house heals. He falls into a routine. Schoolwork, hang out in the garden or the observatory, meals FaceTiming friends or watching videos, naps whenever he wants them. It's... it's so peaceful. Quiet and soothing to his agitated and worn down soul. Like a balm.

House gets him whatever he needs. They're kinda awesome like that. Always seems to have room to fit this or that. He doesn't question it. His brain figuring it works on Zone logic.

He probably SHOULD have.

Because? Things have been going missing. At a slow, steady, pace. Food, technology, entertainment. A building that shouldn't BE there, has been spotted in a wealthy county just outside of Superman and Batman's two cities.

No one can get near it.

It's been getting BIGGER.

Growing, like a tumor, room by room. Floor by floor. The gardens creeping like kudzu, to swallow everything in their path. Yet delivery drivers drop things off. Things they don't remember. On trips they don't recall. People are scared.

Amateur detectives have managed to discover some sort of starlit fae that lives there, along with a human boy.

Justice League Dark has been called in. Are currently standing just outside the slowly creeping property line. A garden statue just hissed at them. The trees are trying to throw acorns. A hushed argument has already broken out. How do they contain the house?

@the-witchhunter @nerdpoe @hypewinter @hdgnj @babbling-babull @mutable-manifestation @spidori @lolottes

#minji's writing #dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt

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stove-top96 · 12 days ago

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Eat your Young

Ch. 00

Y Batfam x GN Reader

Soulmate and Mafia AU

Featuring Platonic: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Al Ghul Wayne

810 words

Masterlist

Ch.00 -> Ch. 01

Five strips.

Each a different colour across your right forearm. ¼ inch thick, 1 inch long.

Black. Blue. Red. Orange. Green.

You knew what they represented, you’ve been preparing to meet them ever since they burned themselves into your arm at the ripe age of 5.

It hurt only for a minute, you remember it like it was yesterday. The excruciating burn of fire as the colours filled up the 5 tiny rectangles. You cried for days to your parents that’d you never forgive your soulmates for doing this to you. You’ve never experienced pain like that before, and no pain has ever come close.

but now— you’d go through it all over again. if it meant finally meeting at least one of them.

You were the first kid in your tiny neighborhood to get your mark, but the last to meet their soulmate. It’s been hard watching your friends grow distant— they drifted away one by one, swept away by destiny. They rarely made time for you now, choosing to spend their days with their soulmate over you. You never blamed them— you were sure you’d do the exact same thing once you met yours.

Throughout the years you’re sure you’ve seen it all. The platonic friendships that feel unbreakable, Lovers whose stories feel like a movie, toxic ties that neither person could escape from.

Soulmates didn’t always mean safety. For many the connection was too much, the love between soulmates is often overwhelming, and can cause them to hurt each other. But even when soulmates hurt each other— physically, emotionally or worse, they always stay together because they were chosen for each other.

Being chosen. The thought brings you a lot of comfort. As you lay in bed tracing your thumb over your marks, just as vibrant as the day you got them— still strong, still waiting for you like you are for them.

Five strips.

Five colours.

Five people, destined to choose you.

—

Wayne.

A name that carried so much weight in Gotham it was taboo for even the slimiest of criminals to mention. The Wayne crime family was established generations ago, built on drugs, politics, and blood. The Wayne’s have built their empire through fear and power. The current head, Bruce Wayne, known for his calculated leadership and ruthless methods, his reputation as the most dangerous Godfather haunts the streets of Gotham.

Dick. Jason. Tim. Damian. The sons of Bruce Wayne— adopted or biological, the four boys carry the same expectations to live up to the family's legacy and earn the title Wayne.

Richard Grayson, the eldest son. His charisma and charm are his greatest strength. He was born with the uncanny ability to make anyone comfortable— lower their guard, spill their secrets, betray their friends. He’s a people person who can spot a liar and a rat before they even have the chance to become one. He is the family’s spy, gathering and distributing information he knows everything going on around him.

Jason Todd, The second son. Born in the streets of Gotham, and reshaped into something terrifying. His control over the eastside has allowed him to strengthen the family’s drug ring and connections. He is the family’s brute force— his men are everywhere, their loyalty to him unwavering, all it takes is one call for something or someone to disappear.

Tim Drake, The third son. His mind and detective skills are his most prized talents. He has honed his intelligence and perfected his technologies, he built Wayne's digital empire from the bottom up— bugging phones, planting surveillance, nothing happens without him knowing. His obsessive nature and sharp mind make him their family’s greatest strategist.

Damian Al Ghul Wayne, the fourth son. The blood heir, raised as an assassin— he was born for war. His strength and skill has allowed him to cut through enemies without a second thought, maintaining the family’s status and reputation. His loyalty is unwavering, and his temper is lethal. He is the family’s future, and it’s a responsibility he doesn’t take lightly.

To the public, the family is an urban legend, barely seen— only blurred photographs, and rumours from tabloid magazines keep their image alive. The poparizie learned years ago to stay away and only take photos of what they want them to see. To Gothams underworld they were God— Ruthless, Cruel, and power hungry. Each family member uses their unique talents to Keep the bloodstained Wayne legacy thriving.

Being bonded together by fate and having immense strength and power, the family is in a league of their own. However despite this, they are still incomplete, they are still missing one thing— Their last mark, the final member of their family. They need you to be fulfilled, to have everything they could possibly want— which is why they are willing to do anything to find you.

Hey guys I’m back!! I feel like I definitely am a little rusty but oh well once I post a few more one shots and chapters I’ll be back into it. My sports thing went swimmingly I am so proud of myself!! But it’s over so now I can write as much as I want, updates will still be random but more frequent. I’m cooking up Ch. 04 of Wicked game as well as a lot of one shots (ty guys so much for sending me Ideasss). This chapter is mostly just world building so when I post chapter one there is already an idea of how the soulmate stuff works and how the Wayne crime family runs. But I’ve had this idea rolling around in my head for a while and it’s low key a combination of 2 fics I’ve read. @darkstaria soul animal fic it is so good, and @mimiiiiiiiiisstuff this is me trying, I love all of Mimi’s story’s they are so good. Anyways let me know if you wanna be added to the taglist thank you guys!!!

#platonic batfam #platonic yandere #yandere batfam #yandere dc #yandere x reader #batfam x reader #gn reader #yandere dc x reader #yandere tim drake #yandere #yandere dick grayson #yandere batboys #yandere jason todd #yandere damian wayne #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #mafia au #soulmate au #batfam

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dandelionsresilience · 7 days ago

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Dandelion News - July 8-14

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1. Wind farm bird protection tech a success, with no new eagle deaths and barely a dent in revenue

“[The] Cattle Hill wind farm in Tasmania’s Central Highlands has not had any [eagle] fatalities for more than a year and a half, since an upgrade to the project’s aerial monitoring and detection system[.... I]n Tasmania, the preservation of the wedge-tailed eagle is of particular concern. [...] “We’re working to expand our technology into nocturnal and bat activity, as well as migratory birds that often will fly at night.””

2. A heat wave hit New England’s grid. Clean energy saved the day.

“[… R]ooftop and other “behind-the-meter” solar panels throughout the region, plus Vermont’s network of thousands of batteries, supplied several gigawatts of needed power, reducing demand on an already-strained system and saving customers millions of dollars. It was a demonstration, supporters say, of the way clean energy and battery storage can make the grid less carbon-intensive and more resilient, adaptable, and affordable as climate change drives increased extreme weather events.”

3. Nepal sees positive outcome from reforestation project using local knowledge

“As part of a reforestation project that began in 2010, local communities in six study sites across the western Gandaki province planted 131,186 native trees on a total of about 76 hectares (187 acres) of government-owned land. [… T]he density of vegetation on the study sites increased from being ‘sparse’ to ‘dense’ between 2018 and 2022. [… P]eople continue to grow seedlings themselves [on private land] despite the official end of the reforestation project.”

4. This Supreme Court Decision Could Change the Lives of Millions of Students With Disabilities

“Last month, in a unanimous decision, the U.S. Supreme Court decided that students with disabilities will no longer face a higher legal standard [“of bad faith and gross misjudgment”] when seeking justice for discrimination in schools—one that does not exist in other settings covered by U.S. antidiscrimination law. […] By reversing the 8th U.S. Circuit Court of Appeals’ decision, the court restored the full protection of federal disability nondiscrimination law to disabled students.”

5. Extirpated Otter Confirmed in Malaysian Nature Reserve

“The Eurasian otter hasn’t been seen in more than a decade in the Southeast Asian country[....] The country’s three other otter species also live in this reserve, and the new sighting will elevate the reserve’s protection level[....] “The discovery of the fourth species in Tangkulap indicates the habitat is abundant in prey and serves as a safe refuge—potentially for many other wildlife species as well.””

July 1-7 news here | (all credit for images and written material can be found at the source linked; I don’t claim credit for anything but curating.)

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Student Experiments Soar!

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Have you ever wondered what it takes to get a technology ready for space? The NASA TechRise Student Challenge gives middle and high school students a chance to do just that – team up with their classmates to design an original science or technology project and bring that idea to life as a payload on a suborbital vehicle.

Since March 2021, with the help of teachers and technical advisors, students across the country have dreamed up experiments with the potential to impact space exploration and collect data about our planet.

So far, more than 180 TechRise experiments have flown on suborbital vehicles that expose them to the conditions of space. Flight testing is a big step along the path of space technology development and scientific discovery.

The 2023-2024 TechRise Challenge flight tests took place this summer, with 60 student teams selected to fly their experiments on one of two commercial suborbital flight platforms: a high-altitude balloon operated by World View, or the Xodiac rocket-powered lander operated by Astrobotic. Xodiac flew over the company’s Lunar Surface Proving Ground — a test field designed to simulate the Moon’s surface — in Mojave, California, while World View’s high-altitude balloon launched out of Page, Arizona.

Here are four innovative TechRise experiments built by students and tested aboard NASA-supported flights this summer:

1. Oobleck Reaches the Skies

Oobleck, which gets its name from Dr. Seuss, is a mixture of cornstarch and water that behaves as both a liquid and a solid. Inspired by in-class science experiments, high school students at Colegio Otoqui in Bayomón, Puerto Rico, tested how Oobleck’s properties at 80,000 feet aboard a high-altitude balloon are different from those on Earth’s surface. Using sensors and the organic elements to create Oobleck, students aimed to collect data on the fluid under different conditions to determine if it could be used as a system for impact absorption.

2. Terrestrial Magnetic Field

Middle school students at Phillips Academy International Baccalaureate School in Birmingham, Alabama, tested the Earth’s magnetic field strength during the ascent, float, and descent of the high-altitude balloon. The team hypothesized the magnetic field strength decreases as the distance from Earth’s surface increases.

3. Rocket Lander Flame Experiment

To understand the impact of dust, rocks, and other materials kicked up by a rocket plume when landing on the Moon, middle school students at Cliff Valley School in Atlanta, Georgia, tested the vibrations of the Xodiac rocket-powered lander using CO2 and vibration sensors. The team also used infrared (thermal) and visual light cameras to attempt to detect the hazards produced by the rocket plume on the simulated lunar surface, which is important to ensure a safe landing.

4. Rocket Navigation

Middle and high school students at Tiospaye Topa School in LaPlant, South Dakota, developed an experiment to track motion data with the help of a GPS tracker and magnetic radar. Using data from the rocket-powered lander flight, the team will create a map of the flight path as well as the magnetic field of the terrain. The students plan to use their map to explore developing their own rocket navigation system.

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The 2024-2025 TechRise Challenge is now accepting proposals for technology and science to be tested on a high-altitude balloon! Not only does TechRise offer hands-on experience in a live testing scenario, but it also provides an opportunity to learn about teamwork, project management, and other real-world skills.

“The TechRise Challenge was a truly remarkable journey for our team,” said Roshni Ismail, the team lead and educator at Cliff Valley School. “Watching them transform through the discovery of new skills, problem-solving together while being driven by the chance of flying their creation on a [rocket-powered lander] with NASA has been exhilarating. They challenged themselves to learn through trial and error and worked long hours to overcome every obstacle. We are very grateful for this opportunity.”

Are you ready to bring your experiment design to the launchpad? If you are a sixth to 12th grade student, you can make a team under the guidance of an educator and submit your experiment ideas by November 1. Get ready to create!

Make sure to follow us on Tumblr for your regular dose of space!

#NASA #STEM #middle school #high school #experiment #YouTube

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reasonsforhope · 1 month ago

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"An AI-equipped foot scanner placed at one’s bedside could be a lifesaving companion to those living with a risk of heart failure.

Developed by Heartfelt Technologies in concert with the UK’s National Institute of Health, the scanner takes 1,800 photos of a person’s two feet and analyzes them for signs of a fluid buildup called oedema, one of three best indicators of oncoming heart failure.

Heart failure occurs when the heart’s inability to pump blood properly results in a buildup of fluid in the lungs and a lack of blood-derived oxygen reaching vital organs.

Dr. Philip Keeling, the lead author on a study debuting the invention who is also a consultant cardiologist at the South Devon National Health Service Foundation Trust, explained why such a device would be a key tool in combating heart failure, something which affects 1 million Brits every year.

“This device detects one of the big three warning signs for people with heart failure before they end up in hospital,” he wrote, according to the BBC.

“Only about half of people admitted to hospital with heart failure currently get assigned an early review by a heart failure nurse who can check to see if they are suffering a harmful build-up of fluid because their heart is not working properly.”

“Amid a shortage of heart failure nurses, a device like this can be like a virtual nurse, tracking people’s health.”

AI IN MEDICINE:

Teens Developed App That Identifies Mouth Cancer–Making Early Diagnosis Easy and Winning $50k for Their School

In 10 Seconds, an AI Model Detects Cancerous Brain Tumors Often Missed During Surgery

After Studying Mammograms, AI Can Detect More Breast Cancers Than Humans–With Fewer False Positives

New AI Smartphone App Accurately Diagnoses Ear Infections and Prevents Unnecessary Antibiotic Use

The study which Dr. Keeling helped run involved 26 patients across five NHS trusts. Alerts given by the device of potential heart failure came between eight and 19 days in advance of a hospitalization, giving a mean prediction time of 13 days, which is enough for measures to be taken that could prevent hospitalizations.

Six hospitalizations occurred during the trial period, and the device accurately predicted 5 of them. 82% of patients decided to keep the device after it ended.

“This small study suggests a simple device could significantly improve outcomes for at-risk patients with heart failure by keeping them out of hospital,” said Dr. Bryan Williams. Chief Scientific and Medical Officer at the British Heart Foundation which was not involved with the study."

-via Good News Network, June 16, 2025

#heart #heart disease #heart failure #england #uk #united kingdom #medical news #public health #ai #analytical ai #cardiology #preventive care #good news #hope

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kabr0ztrousers · 4 months ago

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For your everyday writing, could you write something with insectoid aliens?

Like, reader (masc preferably but I could go either way tbh) works on a human ship going planet to planet studying aliens, except they’re not a scientist, instead something like a janitor or tech fixer whose never really viewed as an “important member” of the ship.

But, they, unlike their fraud higher uppers, actually are unfearfully open to alien culture, and when the aliens see this, reader is basically “kidnapped” (not actually really kidnapped bc they probably let willingly but yk) and made into the hive king/queen

Kabr0z Writes episode 83: First Contact Protocol

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: group sex; kidnap-but-not-really; Oviposition; mpreg

A/N: I wound up doing a seni-hivemind thing here, though if you were hoping for a little more sexy personality sublimation that's coming later this week. That's not even a joke, it's on the forecast

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The ship was on yellow alert, shields up and no unnecessary power draw. It's been there for a week, ever since you left the borders of Federated space. A slipspace contrail had been detected above a previously uncontacted world. Xenologists had been observing from high orbit in cloaked research platforms. The hivemind on the planet below have discovered FTL transit, which means one thing: diplomacy would have to begin.

Yours was the closest ship, the xenologists having left the system in a hurry once ships started reaching orbit equipped with suspected superluminal drives, scuttling their platforms into the host star. No cultural or technological pollution could be allowed to happen before the hive made those first faltering steps on their own.

The ship rattled as it dropped from slipspace. Long and thin, like a javelin. The vessel was designed to minimise cross section while passing through a shockwave of compressed space. Travel between stars now took days rather than centuries, at the cost of slipspace vessels being laid out in long corridors.

You'd been lucky enough to be selected for the away mission, along with a xenolinguist and a comms officer. Your job was to stand there holding a rifle and looking serious.

The species were insectile, long-bodied and angular. Twitching antennae swaying to an unheard movement. The aliens were writing, their species having long since abandoned verbal communication for a form of low-level telepathy. Individuals weren't very smart, but as soon as more than two or three came together in a room, they could outpace most humans. By the time twenty got together they formed a living computer. Each individual takes on a role as a single node in a vast networked mind.

The delegation was being walked through the hive, twisting passages filled with individuals, each swaying as they watched you pass. There must have been thousands, even tens of thousands of them, each networking with the others.

You weren't looking where you were going. One corridor led to another, then another, the insectile people parting for you as you strayed further from your group. You were being herded, though you didn't know it yet.

You stepped into a round, vaulted room. A larger insect reclined in the centre, on a bed of sorts. They pushed you towards it. Antenne settled on either side of your head. A voice echoed within your mind. Your voice.

"Apologies for deceiving you. I am the King of this hive. My time grows close, and I must have a successor."

A successor? Did he mean you?

"Yes. You. I have seen your mind, through my drones. You are unfulfilled amongst the stars, the whipping boy aboard ship, no home on your planet, you took to space to fill the void. Let us fill it for you.

He wasn't wrong. Four of the drones approached you: larger, winged, with reddish markings on alabaster white exoskeletons. Their touch was gentle, disrobing you from your dress uniform, stroking your skin, caressing your chest and back. One knelt in front of you, taking your cock in its hand, while another wrapped it's arms around you from behind.

You could feel something pressing against your ass, gently pushing into your hole as its fellow fondled you. You grew harder in its hand, grunting as it rubbed the shaft in one hand, massaging the head with the other. It was remarkably good at this, you suppose it must've got some technique from scanning your mind. Or maybe the immense processing power surrounding it let it find the most effective method. Either way, it was mere moments until you were struggling to stand, knees buckling as cum leaked out of you. The drones maneuvered you to the bed, leaning you against it. One sat below you, hands still working your cock, the other pushing against your rear, a third took a place in front of you.

An appendage extended from its crotch, pressing into your mouth. You opened up, allowing it to enter you as the one behind you pushed its way into your ass. You moaned around one cock as the other ground against your prostate, feeling the ridges of it tease you to another aching, leaking orgasm. The one underneath hummed delightedly as cum dripped down from you onto it. The drones fucked you harder, reaching their own release, buzzing and humming as they buried themselves into you.

The cum tasted like cranberries. Sweet, sharp, astringent, it flooded your mouth with pearls. They felt like the tapioca balls you'd had in milk tea once or twice, soft and pliant, bursting when you applied pressure with your tongue, but mostly sliding down your throat. The one in your ass released as well, dumping its load deep into you, grinding into your ass as the pearls filled you up. It stung a little, the eggs taking root in your guts.

Days passed, your belly swelled up. You could hear the hive around you, growing stronger as the old king grew weak. You weren't one of them, your mind was your own, but the harem of those special drones treated you as if you were. The next generation grew within you, one day soon you would push them out, a slew of larvae to renew the hive.

It's good being king

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wandasaura · 2 months ago

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WHAT GOES AROUND (DOESN’T ALWASY COME AROUND)

summary — it’s not always easy balancing your life between being a decorated nyc detective and devoted wife. sometimes, it takes all hell breaking lose for the sun to start shining again.

warning(s) — established relationship, marriage, detective work, suspension, canon-compliant, mention of murder and sexual assault, gun mention, arrest, slight police brutality (its warranted), arguments, bickering, angst themes, workaholic tendencies, olivia benson and fin tutuola appearances, pet names, heated makeout, hair pulling, angry sex turned makeup sex, kitchen sex, oral (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving), scratching/marking, casey novak doesn’t know how to relax, porn with plot, men/minors dni

authors note — was inspired by this prompt list! 14 and 19 were used! more casey fics were requested! so, first casey smut in the books. enjoy :)

You | Not coming home tonight. Overtime with Fin.

You | Please don’t forget to take the laundry out of the dryer.

You | I love you.

The precinct was quiet for a change, voices replaced with the shuffling and rustling of paper. Every couple of seconds Fin drops his ballpoint pen to turn the page in his packet, the blue ink in the tube splattered against the translucent package, further affirming that he’d been tethered to his desk for unrelenting hours as the ink dried out. The white board across the room is still adored in pictures, some for identification purposes only, others to remind you all of the nature of these crimes; the absolutely heinous triple murder and sexual assault you were looking into with no conclusive lead.

It had been three days of little leads and dead ends, three days of collecting bodies that should’ve had a chance to flourish before they fell. Women aged eighteen to twenty three seem to be in the wheelhouse age range, no specific hair type, no personal ties to the victims or their families, but second hand parties aren’t always the most accurate account. You’re running out of leads to jump on. There’s two suspects left on the board before you’re back to the drawing board entirely, but there’s little hope on the horizon that a witch hunt through ViCap will bring to light any leads. The victims you know were bludgeoned, beaten over the head with something heavy but not eye catching. Not a bat that would catch eyes being lugged around Manhattan blocks from the batting cages. Not a crowbar that was easy enough to identify on the streets as a weapon of deadly potential when the wrong man was holding onto it. Melinda Warner hasn’t been able to conclusively rule what the murder weapon was, and the clues she’d given you to help complete the puzzle were as hopeless as the DNA evidence your suspect left behind. Not enough to run a full profile, if his DNA was even in the system at all, and somehow not enough to run a partial familiar recognition. You had a fraction of what you needed in a world full of bustling technology, and it was slowly driving you, along with everyone else in the precinct, crazy.

Casey hadn’t worked in months, nothing legal at least, so it was like she hadn’t been working at all. She’d offered a hand to a few people she knew, all behind the scenes, all with inches of space between her and the case to maximize the discreteness of her transgressions, but it wasn’t enough to disperse her restless energy. She was going crazy at home. living with the repercussions of her actions that she’d once so fearlessly pushed towards, but there was nothing you could do to make the next however many weeks or months easier for her.

It didn’t surprise you when your phone didn’t ping with her response right away, lying face up on the corner of your desk beside a mug of pens that have all seen better days. Your signature is wonky as you scratch it along the solid line at the bottom of the document form IAB, finally shoving all of the papers away from you once it was dried and set in place forever that you’d o given your attention and promise to the clause they were implementing.

Fin was still tangled up in paperwork, but he’d also been involved in a shootout where you hadn’t been. Things have been lively lately. Your partner changed like the wind depending on who Benson had on hand to delegate, your cases picked up like a California wildfire, and your home life was deteriorating the longer Casey was forced out of her livelihood.

“I need a snack.” You declare after a moment, the rumbling in your belly something unavoidable now. Fin glanced up from his desk, puppy dog brown eyes narrowing in on you. “You want anything?” You laughed softly, craning your head to psych out his stare.

“Yeah, get me some chips!” He called out, and you shook your head in amusement at the excitement in his tone. Odafin Tutuola was an oddly satisfying character to know. His finesse was amusing at times, when he played the role of the of the grown up hoodrat you couldn’t help but crack a smile, because that was so far from who Fin had turned out to be. He claims that this job hasn’t changed him, that he’s the same Narcotics detective he was over thirteen years ago, but you know better than that.

“Chips.” You nodded agreeingly at his request, stalking away from your desk with a relieved exhale. Tension gathered in your shoulders, weighing you down in a way that it never had when you’d first started this job, but years of surgery, recovery, and injury on the job paired with the natural progression of age and deterioration, well it was no shock that you walked with a hand on the center of your back, trying to work out so knot that had formed tight along your lower back.

You hadn’t even fed your dollar to the vending machine before Fin was calling your name, surprise lacing his tone when he projected through the precinct that ViCap had found a hit to a middle-aged Jonah Thompson, currently living in Queens, but working out of Manhattan with an auto body shop.

You didn’t hear your phone ping when you grabbed it off the desk and shoved it into your back pocket, racing after Fin who already had the keys to the cruiser in his palm. You slid your vests on before you got in the car, knowing that your suspect had lifted a gun from his latest victim who’d fearlessly sought to defend herself before she was taken by surprise and ambushed. A pediatric doctor. Emily Hartness. She was only twenty-six.

You called Benson on your way to Jonah’s job, traffic cameras picking up the last four digits of his license plate pulling into the body shop an hour ago. So far, he’d never moved a victim any farther than the hallway outside of their bedroom, so detaining him in the act didn’t even cross your mind as the door closed heavily on the cruiser and you and Fin stalked carefully into the building, radios at the ready to call for backup if things went south.

Fin trailed behind you, covering your six, the soles of his boots heavy as they crunched on dirty concrete. The entire shop was in disarray as you crept through it. Car parts were scattered on the ground, different tools were hooked up and looking half broken as they hung off of rusted hooks or just flat on the ground. There was no care, no passion. It was becoming clearer and clearer that this man wasn’t just fueled by anger, he was entirely controlled by it in every aspect of his life. The cars were treated with less respect than he promised the drivers, and the bodies of his victims were degraded and treated with as much carelessness.

The entire lower level was cleared, but when you took the stairs, Fin at your nine o’clock, a shadow of a fleeing individual caught your attention, and you raised your gun with intention, willing to shoot if it came down to it, willing to put your life before his if it promised Casey wouldn't’ have to grieve anybody else.

“Drop it! Drop it!” You shouted when it became evident that your suspect was gripping something in his hands, never turning to face you directly to give insight as to what kind of weapon he was holding. “Drop it!” The reverberations of your tone were haunting, and the guy, potentially Jonah Thompson, seemed to bristle beneath the force, whatever he held clattering to the ground. It was light. Definitely made of metal, but light. That was Warner's biggest stipulation when she’d first performed the autopsy. The murder weapon was definitely metal, some kind of steel, Warner had said steele, but she’d adamantly denied a crowbar being your weapon when you’d first insisted they were made of the same hard metal.

”Get on the ground!” Fin yelled, his shoulder brushing yours as he stalked in front of you to apprehend the suspect who sank into the concrete like all of his fight had left the room, disintegrated into the open air and never touched him at all. It was pathetic. You wouldn’t have preferred to chase him out into the street, wouldn’t have wanted to use your gun even if scum like him deserved a bullet to the heart, but it felt almost anticlimactic to catch one of the cities most dangerous killers and have him just crumble because you raised your voice. It truly gave the perfect image for the kind of people who do these unspeakable things at all.

“Would you look at that.” You reached down, picking up the tool that had been dropped and slid beneath a tool box. The sleek metal in your hands was cool to the touch, slightly rusted, but perfectly coated in droplets of blood that would stand up in court. “I’d say we just found our murder weapon, wouldn’t you, Detective Tutuola?”

“Hell yeah.” Fin scoffed, lugging the guy up to his feet and dragging him down the stairs and back toward the cruiser where red and blue lights paint the night sky with color. He’s shoved into the back of a squad car, two uniforms taking him in with pride. You pretended not to notice when Rhettley jammed his head against the top of the car, apologizing through a shit eating smile, before he slammed the door shut and gave you a nod.

Only once the other officers had cleared the scene did you and Fin load up, more than ready to call it a night and crawl home to your respective beds and wives as the sun rose over Manhattan with strokes of pink and practically white blue hues.

You fished your phone out of your back pocket at a red light, sighing when your eyes skimmed the text messages from four hours ago, Casey’s name and contact picture the only visible notification on your screen.

Casey | Eventually you’re going to have to come home.

“Trouble in paradise?” Fin asked, sensing your reluctance to crawl home and face the music.

“I’ve been here since Tuesday night. I’ll be surprised if there’s paradise to be found when I get home.” You shook your head, glancing down at the timestamp on your screen that mentioned it was nearing six in the morning on Friday. Three days since you’d seen Casey. Three days of devoting your every waking minute to getting justice for the women who were lost.

Fin whistled, shaking his head as his fingers tightened on the steering wheel. “Man, this whole happy wives happy lives thing is bullshit. Who came up with that anyway?”

“A man who knew how important it was to keep his woman happy.” You settled him with a deadpan glare, because as often as Fin gave exceptional advice when you least expected him to have a single clue about the situation at hand, he was equally as spacey as any other men, and often forgot that you were one of those ‘women’ he was speaking of in frustration.

“Listen, I’m just saying, somebody has to draw the short stick sometimes. Can’t always be me.” Fin rolled his eyes, and you smirked at you let the unsettling feelings of Caesy’s frustration evade you for the time being.

“It amazes me that Phoebe hasn’t left your ass yet.” You hum, climbing out of the car when Fin pulled up to the precinct, parking next to Olivia’s sparkling black car that she’d inevitably taken through the car wash sometime after picking Noah up yesterday.

Benson was on you and Fin the second you entered the precinct, wanting to know every detail about the detention and arrest. You’d tastefully avoided the part where Thompson's head had been shoved against the squad car, but you think Olivia already has the picture in her head as a smirk falls onto her lips. It shouldn’t be there. Neither of you should be satisfied with the treatment of your suspect, but what goes around comes around, and you still don’t think it measures up in any way to the heinous acts he’d committed. His actions had irreparable consequences, the headache could be curd with tylenol and a couple quality hours of sleep; not that you figured it was your problem if somebody gave him tylenol or not.

“I’m gonna head out. That okay?” You asked Olivia once Fin had cleared out, always the first to leave when he had the chance. You couldn’t blame him, but it would never be you.

“Yeah. Get out of here. Go home.” Benson nodded, waving her hand around before she circled her desk and claimed a spot at the rolling chair she’d grown attached to since the last remodeling had occurred. It was no different from yours, but even you would agree that whenever you found yourself behind the Captains desk, her chair superseded the comfort and lower back support yours provided. “Detective!” Benson called when you turned away, heading toward the door with a hand on your back pocket, itching to text Casey and hope that she was already awake and making her morning coffee in the kitchen, some jazz music playing through the speakers, a song neither of you know, but don’t mind to listen to together silently. ”Good work.”

“Thanks, Captain. I’ll see you tomorrow. I’m gonna take the day?” You knew Benson would be okay with it, she’d probably sing your praise for actually taking a break, her most effective and punctual Detective. She saw the sacrifices you made, the way you poured your heart into these victims and shamelessly allowed them to keep that tender part in their hands even after you parted ways. She saw how you let your home life go up in flames because whenever you gave into the desire to just hide away with Casey, somebody died. Somebody is always dying, but the guilt an officer feels when one happens when they’re off the clock is harrowing. She sees your pain, your sacrifices, your strength, and she can see that if your rope stretches any farther, it's going to snap.

“Of course.” Benson nods, and you smile when your eyes catch a picture of Noah on her desk, looking so big as he stood outside the elementary school with a broad grin and fearless blue eyes.

You didn’t drive to work. You never did. It gave you clarity to trek the blocks home after a shift, alone with nothing but your thoughts and fellow pedestrians as you mulled over cases and the bickering that fills the walls of your apartment when you do return home. You’re not avoiding her. Even with the fighting and the restlessness, she’s still your favorite person, your reprieve from the harsh world, but maybe you’re avoiding her a little bit. You’re avoiding the fear that she’s going to leave you over this; that you’ve finally done the one thing to push her away after years of knocking heads and making it work out of determination.

It’s quiet when you step inside, almost eight in the morning now, the sun fully risen overtop of Manhattan. Kids are flocking to school, parents are flocking to work, businessmen are hustling the streets down below with briefcases and leather loafers. But Casey remains wrapped up in a bubble of protective silence, standing out the counter with her shoulders squared, evidence of her frustration painting her stiff.

“I’m home.” You tell her softly, dropping your bag by the island, letting it clatter to the floor without even a second glance. The contents don’t matter, a broken screen can be replaced, a notebook splashed with water can dry or be repurchased. There’s no second Casey Novak on the streets of Manhattan though. A teenager behind a clerks counter can’t fix this if you let it break.

Casey hums, swirling a spoon around her mug of lightened coffee. The granulated sugar is pulled to the edge of the counter, the glass bowl refracting sunlight that splashes across it from the window where curtains are pulled to the side permanently by thin elastic bands.

You bought this apartment for the light that spills in consistently throughout the day. The large window behind the sink is the only one in this room, but as your eyestrail to the living room, they count six windows, and then they trail to the hallway, the setup memorized in the back of your head, you know that there are another eight concealed by bathroom doors nad bedroom walls. It bright, filled with sunshine and warm light, but it’s so cold in the kitchen that you shiver, passing weight between the balls of your feet ass you burn holes into Casey’s back.

“About time.” She hums, her tone dismissive, and it makes your heart stutter in your chest as you consider that its not frustration she’s overwhelmed with, it’s sadness, perhaps even jealousy. That hollow anxiety you’d forced yourself to deal with for hours settles into anger, your head tilting on an axis as you try to make sense of her short answer.

“We had an open triple murder, Casey. It’s not like I blew you off for drinks.” You argued weakly, not wanting to raise your voice at her; make this any bigger than it already is, but it's killing you that she won't even glance at you, or see your side of this in the slightest.

“This time. You had a triple murder case, this time. Last month it was the prostitution ring. The month before that it was pedophile going after previously abused children. How many passes do you think I can give before I stop counting on you coming home at all?! It’s been three days. Three days since you’ve come home!” It dawns on you how desensitized you’ve both become to the nature of these cases in conversation when she screams the world pedophile at you from across the kitchen, turning to face you with a burning heat in her cheeks. You don’t take the cases lightly, not you, not Casey when they reach the DA’s office, not Olivia while those transitions are happening, but in conversation, when the only things left to discuss are your work life, you hardly blink before using the world's worst terms so naturally.

“I gave you a pass — a million passes! — when the roles were reversed. When it was you spending every waking hour at the DA’s office, bargaining for favors and sacrificing your job. The one that provides for us! That helps me pay for this apartment! So yeah, a little understanding would be nice every once in a while, Casey.” You exploded initially, unable to keep yourself together in the face of her shameless hypocrisy, but your tone tapered off toward the end, soft and defeated as it washed against Casey who wasn’t ready to let her own emotions go, pulling you right back into the fire when her hands slammed on the counter and she stalked closer to you with a finger jutted out toward your chest. Without the vest, you feel vulnerable, and when her finger drives into your chest, it’s a sensation as sharp as a bullet wound that shoots through you.

“Do you have any idea what it feels like to be lonely in your own home? Of course you don’t, you’re never here!” Casey bubbled with rage, and your eyes darkened enough to sober her slightly, her lips wobbling when she took in your straight edge jaw and clenched fists.

“Do I have any idea how it feels to be lonely in your own home? Do I?! When you were working, how many nights did I wait up for you on the couch? How many nights did you come in after midnight and wake me up with some bullshit apology? It’s okay for you to get busy, for you to get caught up in a case, but not me? Casey, I invented being lonely at home while you were at work, doing what you love, offering somebody who just lost everything they had a slice of hope for the future. I dealt with it, because I knew that if I made it a problem, somebody out there who deserves the best gets less than for my own selfish benefit. That’s not who I am. That’s not something I would ever ask a victim to sacrifice. I’m sorry you’re bored. But you laid these stones to step on yourself. You abused the system. You went above people's heads for a favor. You let yourself get caught up on the taste of a conviction and you sealed your fate. I picked up the late shift because I couldn’t be here alone anymore. I work the overtime because what the fuck else was I going to do besides sit here and go crazy. I’m sorry that you can’t do what you love right now, baby, but this is not my fault, and I would really appreciate it if you stopped treating me like it is.”

If Casey had anything to say, it got caught on her tongue before it could make its way to your ears. She fumbled over words, her lips moving, jaw twitching, but nothing came out. Her eyes, how they held a million emotions all at the same time, were still alight with ebbing anger, but they glimmered with tears that she’d let fall too many times since she’d first been suspended. You scoffed, amazed at her silence, feeling your heart break in your chest as she offered no ounce of consolation or apology.

You were about to clap back at her, demand that she at least have the balls to respond when she’s the one that wanted to fight in the first place, but instead, her hands grab your cheeks and they pull you into her with an urgency that has you stumbling. Her lips are chapped. She stopped putting on chapstick so frequently after she got laid off. It’s a small thing, something you hadn’t noticed right away, but when you'd finally asked one night after passionately rolling around, she’d admitted that it was just something she forgot about now. She only ever rubbed her lips together with vanilla scented oil when she had someone to go up against, when there wasn’t time for her thoughts to be consumed with rough skin when she spoke.

Her tongue was soft, wet and warm as it licked across your bottom lip, begging for entrance that you weren’t ready to allow. You weren’t so easily moved from strong emotions, but Casey was unpredictable. One minute she’s on a rampage making her problems everyone else’s grief, and the next she’s acting like her claws never came out and scratched at the eyes of anyone in her path of terror. That’s what drew you to her in the first place; that fire. Its ever burning even now, her fingers pulling at baby hairs on the nape of your neck until you gasp in startled paint that jumpstarts the arousal gone dormant in your bones. It takes a second, one single second for Casey to reframe your way of thinking, for her to get you to let it all go and live in the fairytale that exists when the outside world falls away. It's gone entirely, there’s still an annoying anger in your belly that churns when you remember she’d overlooked your own suffering for years.

Her tongue assaults yours, lapping at taste buds that haven’t had anything outside of water wash over them in hours. You’re sure it’s a dull taste, one that winds her up and lets her down, but she never stops chasing the texture of your tongue rubbing against hers, advancing in her lust as she chooses to hollow her lips and create a suction around your own wet muscle, sucking until your eyes flutter closed and your breath is stolen from your lungs and she pulls away because she has to, not because she wants to.

“I’m sorry.” She pants, smashing her forehead against hers. The wide tip of her nose has always bumped yours when she gets close like this, and now is no different. She inclined her head just slightly to trace the slope of your nose with hers, her eyes a shade of yellowing-green peering into the depth of your emotional stare becoming corrupt with lust. Her breath is heavy, hot and twinged with faint spearmint as it fans across your upper lip, peach fuzz tingling beneath the sensation.

Your eyes flicker between her lips, plush and wet and just slightly swollen from your make-out, and back to her eyes that are blown with passionate desire admiration can’t spark. Weeks of silently treading waves have led to this moment, and a subsequent reckoning force is the only way the dust will come to settle. ”Just make it up to me.” You pant before you lean in again, stealing a kiss that she leans into with vigor.

She makes light work of the buttons on your pants while she kisses you, her nimble fingers unlatching the button that had dug into your belly all day. It hadn’t phased you at the time, for the last three days that you’ve recycled the same pants in favor of saying room in your locker for spare blouses, but when the pressure finally breaks, you melt into Casey’s touch, desperate for it to wander farther down until there’s no anger left to quench.

“No, I’m not done.” You pant when she begins to break the kiss, her hands wandering down your sides now as the waistband of your pants sags around your hips, one small movement away from falling and revealing the rather unflattering black underwear you’d carted with you in a bag the day you’d transferred into the precinct. It didn’t need to be sexy to save your ass in times like these — quite literally.

Casey wasn’t listening to you, and that brought every spark of passion back to the surface as you huffed through your nose, grabbing a handful of her until she complied with the guiding motions of your hand. “I said I’m not done.” You repeated breathlessly, leaning in to capture her in a bruising kiss that you dominated for only a second before she took initiative, backing you up into the island until the knot in your lower back met the sharp edge of the countertop.

When you pulled away, cheeks flush, a sheen coating your skin as the heat of the exchange caught up to you, Casey nipped at your bottom lip, trailing her sharp bites along your jaw until her teeth settled around your earlobe. The diamond flat back earrings she’d gotten you for your birthday were cold against her tongue as she teasingly flicked the muscle against your earlobe. “Are you gonna let me keep going now?” She husked, her voice thick with arousal, vibrato low and resonating within your ear as it bounced and tumbled and tickled every nerve you didn’t know you had until right now.

“God damn it, Casey.” You groaned, head tilting, lulling to the side to give her ample room to destroy your skin with everything she has. It’s a learned dance, a practiced action. She avoids the visible areas, the ones that stick out from the collar of your uniform or the neckline of your blouse. The same tender inches of your shoulder have been marked with her bite time and time again, you know the next move of her lips without having to think about it, but when she sinks her teeth into the side of your neck, a spot she’s only ever touched before on the rare extended vacation you take yearly, everything goes black for a minute as you surrender to the sparks of vibrant euphoria. “Keep going.” You pant, not really a plea, but the breathless steals your confidence and Casey’s taunting dulls your senses too much to realize the anger is melting, fading and ebbing.

As Casey sinks to her knees, she drags her fingers down your sides, her touch light, faint and delicate. You shudder, and the twinge in your spine as you twist remains you of the knot in your back. She must notice the way you tense for only a second, because she digs her fingers into your hips in just the right way to quell the spasming in your muscles for a while. It’s a wordless exchange, but one that reminds you she knows your body inside and out even in bouts of blinding frustration.

She makes a soft sound when she sees your underwear, but nothing comes to follow it. Nothing matters to her right now outside of finding pleasure in your release at her control. The need to constantly control everything is inevitably going to break Casey apart entirely, but for right now, this silent moment in the kitchen, you lean into the promise that you don’t have to think about anything when she’s around.

“Open your legs.” She whispers, but without any other sound happening in the apartment, there’s no reason for her to be any louder. A wanting moan falling off of your lips when you comply with the request and she doesn’t waste a second with further teasing. She has no care for teasing right now, that’s been clear from the very start, but you can’t say you mind her ambition when it becomes a tongue licking a broad stripe up your core, flat and hard enough to shock you with pressure that does exactly what it needs to.

”Fucking hell.” You moan, reaching down to grab handfuls of her hair, uncaring if it hurt her scalp that you knew very well to be incredibly sensitive. You couldn't think of anything outside of the fireworks of white sparks that shot up through your core until they somehow landed in your fingertips and toes.

Her tongue flicks at your clit with strong strokes, and just when you think she’s giving you her all, two fingers probe your weeping entrance that pulses around nothing, begging to be filled and used and touched in any capacity at all right now. Casey groans when she finds stringy evidence of your arousal painted along your labia, tangy and delusionally sweet in her mind as she plunged her knuckles farther into your core and let her tongue meet where they met slick skin.

It’s frivolous, messy, harsh, uncoordinated motions that become your inevitable undoing. Casey’s fingers scissors your walls open despite the protest from your body, wanting to squeeze her tight and never relinquish its grip. She curled her fingers into that spongy part, the one that was right beneath your clit that her teeth nipped at and her tongue soothed dutifully. There was no warning leading up to your explosion, your release that had been needed for days on end as you’d found it impossible to relax with a suspect at large and seemingly anyone on his radar.

“Oh fuck.” You moaned, head lulling backwards as your forearms dropped to the counter, supporting your weight as she continued to work her fingers into you, easing the edges of your climax away with tenderness. “Damnit.” You muttered when you attempted to straighten your posture, but that knot in your back kept you hunched uncomfortable. Somewhere in the pursuit of the suspect, you’d stumbled into the railing of a staircase bent to shit and definately a safety hazard — as you were now an example — but it hadn’t fully dawned on you until now when everything had gone tense and loose again in seconds.

Casey sighed fondly, not needing to ask what was wrong because she knew, she always knew when she wasn’t so clouded with her own frustration and envy like a fool. “You hurt your back again?”

“Ran right into a damn gate.” You said softly, still panting, still flush, but less wound tight with anger, more willing to be the compassionate girlfriend you’ve prided yourself on being. “If it gets hard being here alone, I need you to tell me that, not give me the cold shoulder and expect me to read your mind. Okay?”

“It was easier to be mad at you than to accept that I’m the only reason my life is falling apart. Every time I think I’ve come to terms with it, made peace with what I felt I had to do… I remember how much I’m missing out on because one bad guy got under my skin.” Casey sighed, finally maintaining enough mental clarity to find a reason for her hot and cold emotions, and once it was in the air, spoken between the both of you, any problem faded away. “I’m sorry.”

“All is already forgiven.” You whisper as you lean in close, humming softly against her lips when she kisses you sweetly.

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"My long-held belief that Duke and Luke should not get along" <- could you please elaborate on this? I'm fond of both and I collect your thoughts and analyses like they're rare trading cards so I'm ready to be all 👀🫳🍿

First of all anon this might be my favourite ask ever, I've been dying to write my thoughts on these two so THANK YOU. Secondly my belief that Duke + Luke wouldn't get along actually stemmed from WFA, I was super annoyed with Luke giving Duke the pep talk in ep 76 because they have no relationship!!! Then I started thinking harder and realised they are a really interesting pair. In case anyone hasn't noticed I'm fond of giving Duke relationships where he's annoyed with the other person so 😭 this is very on brand.

The thing about Duke + Luke is they are, on the surface, similar - they are Black members of the Batfam who operate mostly independently, 'separate' from a legacy as Signal/Batwing (though I will deconstruct this later), devoted to their family, have a strong sense of justice, and view crime-fighting as a business. But I believe at their cores they are fundamental opposites - and it's this hidden opposition that makes me think they wouldn't vibe with each other. I'm focusing on We Are Robin Duke and Batwing Luke, though I will also refer to Duke's Signal days + Luke in Detective Comics.

(This is going to be a long post because this is lowkey my Luke + Duke thesis 😭)

Introductions

Duke and Luke were both introduced in the New 52, actually in the same year (2013!). What's really cool about their intros is that you already see how different they are. We first meet Duke in Zero Year, where he's fishing in the subway and then attacked by a gang; we then get the famous scene of him solving crosswords by Bruce's unconscious body. When Bruce tells Duke and his family to leave, Duke refuses, telling him they can't leave Duke's grandma and that all it takes is one riddle to free the city from Riddler's influence.

By contrast, we first meet Luke in the spotlight as he's wrestling for MMA in Batwing #19. He's been wrestling to get Batman's attention, refusing all job offers from his dad to do so (and thus creating some juicy father-son tension). In Batwing #20, we see he has two degrees from MIT, lives in a fancy apartment, and is really tech-oriented; his cover story for Batwing is that he's travelling the world.

Already, there are a couple things that already firmly separate them:

Class: Duke is from the Narrows whereas Luke is rich

Connection to Batman: Duke stumbled across Batman and gained his attention quite organically, whereas Luke was actively begging for Batman to notice him

Agency: Duke's actions were motivated by the extreme circumstances of Zero Year and a desire to help rooted in his material environment, whereas Luke's is a more internal, abstract wish to help (pointing to their class differences again)

Gotham: Duke refuses to leave his city, whereas Luke immediately packs up and travels the world

Intelligence: Both of them are fiercely intelligent, but in different ways - Duke loves puzzles and riddles whereas Luke is more inclined towards engineering and technology

And these differences only grow as they get older!!

Maturity

Duke is 16 (in my head, canonically it's vague but he's between Damian and Tim so 14-17) and Luke is 23. This age gap is honestly not that big, but I think it would feel big to both of them. And what's worse is that Duke is quite mature, but Luke is said to be immature:

Batwing #23

I don't think Luke is actually immature, but it's a recurring theme that other characters perceive him as unwilling to grow up; and I genuinely do think Batwing, for him, is kind of an adventure at first. Now compare this to Duke, whose circumstances disallowed him being childish. He had to grow up because his parents weren't around anymore, and he became quite jaded as a result. Even after he's mellowed out in his Signal days, I still don't think he could tolerate working with someone who comes off as light-hearted as Luke does. Duke would be annoyed by how he perceives Luke doesn't take things seriously, and Luke in turn would be annoyed when Duke inevitably criticises him for it.

Arc

Following on from above, their arcs are actually in total opposite directions. We first meet Duke alone and disillusioned with everything, putting his whole being into finding his parents. Then, through We Are Robin and Robin War, he begins to understand what Robin means as a symbol and finds community, leading to his brighter personality in Signal comics. Luke, however, begins very light-hearted (as seen above), with a huge respect for Batman and the Bat symbol. Once his family starts being torn apart, though, he becomes increasingly aggressive, more isolated, and in a much darker place. Compare a narration box from the last issues of both:

Batwing #34 / We Are Robin #12

These encapsulate their journeys: Duke learns that he doesn't have to act alone, whereas Luke struggles with accepting all that has happened since he put on his suit. Being a vigilante improves Duke's life, whereas it essentially ruins Luke's. This is why I don't think that WFA ep made sense!!! They have nothing in common in terms of the vigilante experience, and I think they would frustrate each other because they have such different conceptions of what the vigilante life is!!!!!!!

Batman and Robin

Okay so I said that Luke + Duke aren't legacies; even though Batwing is one, Luke doesn't actually talk to David Zavimbe, and his Batwing is not spiritually connected to David's really. But Luke and Duke both do take inspiration from other Batfam members - Batman and Robin, respectively.

Batwing #25 / Batman (2011) #45

Luke is the rare Batfam member whose motivations don't spring from tragedy - he's inspired one night when Batman saves him and he jumps in to help. Luke's love for Batman is wrapped up in Bruce himself, as a person rather than a symbol; he genuinely thinks Batman is awesome and wants to help people under his name.

Duke is the exact opposite - Robin is not a person for him but a symbol, and a symbol that can be spread to many people. It's also intimately tied with Duke's relationship to Gotham, because Batman is "on the gargoyle" and Robin is "on the street". Importantly, Duke says to Darryl that "I know you work for him, but you're us". Working for a singular person is in opposition to this 'us' that Duke believes in.

Luke, though not exactly an employee, literally wanted to work for Batman, Inc. Batwing is in many ways a 'job', an alternative to the corporate life Lucius wanted for him. Duke would, I think, take huge problems with Luke's philosophy as a whole. Separated from Gotham, attached to Batman as a person rather than as a symbol, Duke just literally wouldn't understand where Luke is coming from. And Luke, too, doesn't seem to respect Robin as a mantle (this is after someone mistakes him for Batman in Batwing #34):

I think Luke views Robin as firmly a kids' role, a sidekick for Batman; that would annoy the STUFFING out of Duke. I actually could write a whole post in itself about this incident and Luke being mistaken for Batman but that's for another day. The point is they are attached to the Batman and Robin legacies which in themselves are already vastly different, but Duke is kind of anti-Batman and Luke is a little anti-Robin, so they would not mix.

Family

One thing they do have in common is a deep love for family. But even then, their familial relationships are extremely different: Duke has a wonderful relationship with his parents, bolstered by the fact he lost them for a while, whereas Luke has a contentious relationship with his. Duke in some ways idealises his mom and dad, while Luke is sharply aware of his parents' shortcomings.

Batwing #20

Now this wouldn't be an issue normally, but Duke canonically has, like, a problem with judging other people's families. It's a really consistent (and somewhat hilarious) trait of his:

We Are Robin #5 / We Are Robin #5 / Gotham Nights #8

The Dre comment ("you're a mob kid?") is particularly telling. Because Duke has such a good relationship with his parents, and because he's shaped so much by them, I think he sees children as reflections of their parents/families. It's hard for him to see someone completely divorced from their family - you even see this a bit in Batman & The Outsiders, where although Duke understood Cass' disagreements with Shiva, I don't think he really got the nuances of what that felt like for Cass.

Luke's relationship with his father is complex and contentious. They love each other, but Lucius' desires for Luke just don't match what Luke wants, and Luke can't tell him about Batwing either so it's a constant back-and-forth. This secrecy is another thing Duke wouldn't get - I've made posts before about Duke and honesty, and it's a huge value of his. It's significant that as soon as his mom is healed she finds out about Signal; dishonesty is not really a factor in Duke's life, whereas it is Luke's central conflict. Luke's entire thing with his dad and his alter ego is something Duke has never had to deal with, and I think Duke would just be like 'tell him?? and make up??' and Luke would sigh so loud and hard.

Personality and Authority

But all of that aside, I just think their personalities wouldn't mix! Duke is a jaded teenager whose overt honesty and resistance to authority often give off a bad first impression (see his first encounters with Black Lightning, We Are Robin, Damian, even the Bruce train scene...). People do warm up to Duke quick, and once you love him you adore him, but there's a hurdle to becoming close to him that you have to leap first.

Luke, on the other hand, is affable and immediately likable. He's popular in school (as Russell mentions in #25), has experienced college social life, and is open and friendly. I think in an initial meeting Luke would find Duke off-putting and rude, while Duke would find Luke shallow and annoying. Luke is an extremely confident person, as shown in both Batwing and Detective Comics (particularly the latter). I think Duke would take this confidence as him being stuck-up, especially because Luke is rich.

Their class differences also separate their reactions to authority. Luke doesn't take authority at face value - he disobeys Bruce basically as much as Duke does. However, given his upbringing he isn't that anti-authority. Compare Luke and Duke's attitudes to cops:

Batwing #25 / We Are Robin #2

The Luke narration box is after the cops shoot him and accidentally make him kill his best friend 😭😭😭 like if that had happened to Duke his inner voice would NOT say that. This is another example of how their different upbringings and personalities cause them to have DRASTICALLY different outlooks on things. Batwing also sides with Batwoman when she kills Clayface in Detective Comics, something I think Duke would not do (he would've sided with Cass) so their ideologies often put them on opposite sides.

FINALLY, and least importantly, Luke is not a reader. This is a recurring thing and it's so funny:

Batwing #21

That's Tam telling Luke to "read a book". I think this exact interaction would happen with Duke taking the place of Tam, where he'd just be super annoyed that Luke doesn't enjoy literature. Honestly I think Duke might remind Luke of Tam in a lot of ways, since Duke is Bruce's golden child just like Tam is Lucius'. And that would annoy Luke, like he can't escape annoying younger siblings even as Batwing?? Bruce liking Duke more than Luke, even when Duke doesn't even care for Bruce's approval, would send Luke's blood pressure through the ROOF.

Conclusion

Um anyway I'm so so sorry this was so long but that's why I think Luke and Duke wouldn't get along!! It's mostly that they have such different outlooks on literally everything and their personalities clash. Anyway, if anyone bothered to read til the end here's your reward!! A little edit of what SHOULD have happened in WFA ep 76:

#duke thomas #luke fox #ask #meta #I DID IT I FINISHED IT!!!!#anyway everyone read we are robin and batwing issues 19-25 #honestly so annoying when people group luke and duke together because YES they're two black characters but they're SO DIFFERENT #they're actually SO much more interesting as foils because their stances are so radically different #and i really do love them both... i actually think it's GREAT they're so different!!! they're both really three dimensional people #who deserve to have an interesting and complex dynamic #like luke is TWENTY THREE he is NOT mentoring 16 yo duke... i have such a problem with the way the w*fa ep makes luke seem 30 #realistically i think luke/duke would eventually get along and they would trust each other #but duke + jace have more in common because of jace's troubled past than duke + luke do #I think duke + tam would also get along better! and duke + tiffany!#imagining duke being invited to family dinner and luke being like ://///////// seriously????#duke + lucius though... i actually dk whether they would like each other. lucius is just so corporate in a way duke isn't #okay another post for another time i hope that answered your question anon!! and tysm for asking it and allowing me to dump my thoughts <33

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