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Some close-ups I guess? Tumblr seems to be compressing it heavily ):

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hey!! do you mind writing an irondad fanfic for me please ?

Hello! I wouldn’t mind, but please be aware that I don’t write very long fics. I stick to One or Two-shots (:

Just send in the specifications of what you want please. Ex. Fluffy, Peter vandalizes the iron man suit, so Tony gets back at Peter by picking him up in the flashiest car he has. The more details the better!

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🔎 CONTRIBUTOR LINEUP - PART 1 🔎

As we're now in the last stretch of our zine's creation period, it is time to unveil our lineup of wonderful artists, who have all been working hard to make this possible!

Starting today with our talented cover and chapter illustrations artists, as well as our mod! Links to their accounts below the cut ⬇️

MOD: wol (Twitter - Tumblr)

COVER ARTIST: Winnie Lu (Twitter - Instagram)

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Sagaruu (Instagram - Tumblr)

Ran (Twitter - Pixiv)

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i’ll add the ALT text to make it accessible later!

click for better quality and full panels (:

Irondad Prompt #137:

Tony: *sneaking a giant bunny behind his back*

Pepper: Oh, not this again!

Tony: It’s for Peter!!!

*Later*

Peter: I LOVE IT MR. STARK!!!!

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You can’t tell me Kaito doesn’t mess with Division 2 between Heists out of boredom.

(I’ve put ALT text to make it accessible, not sure if it worked?)

expect a bunch of sketches/doodles like this LOL

Kaito, rolling down the car window: What seems to be the problem, officer?

Cop: Get the fuck out of my car

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Hello!!

I read your last Irondad/Ironmom fic and enjoyed it greatly!!! Peter deserves all the hugs!

At the end I noticed you mentioned you take requests! I was wondering if you’d consider writing a drabble for an Irondad royalty AU. Maybe Peter is King Tony’s apprentice and King Tony eventually chooses Peter as his heir. I’ve really been craving a royalty AU lately!

Thank you!

- AleX 🪐

IM SORRY THIS TOOK TOO LONG Not something i would've come up on my own typically, thank you for the wonderful ideas. I'm glad you enjoyed my last ironmom/irondad fic; hope you enjoy this too!

I wasnt sure what kind of royalty you wanted nor if you wanted a traditional medieval kind or sci-fi vibes, so i was vague about it. It got way out of hand so I decided to post what i have and break it up.

Askbox is open for writing/doodle reqs for all! _____

That Time(TM) Emperor Tony decided on an apprentice and told no one.

Literally, not even said apprentice.

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(Part 1) (Part 2 TBA)

Pepper’s lips thinned as Tony stumbled into their bedroom, disheveled and growing further tired every day; and every time her eyes downturned and she’d silently disapprove. Not today, Pepper had had enough, “Tony, you can’t keep running everything by yourself,”

“Whadd’ya mean? ‘ve got you,” Tony slurred, sighing in relief as he crashed onto their bed.

Pepper shook her head, “I run the political and economic side, mostly. The ‘boring stuff’, so to speak. You do everything else, you’re heavily invested in the empire’s technological advancement and the people,”

“Whadd’ya suggest, ‘lmighty one?” He grumbled back.

Pepper tapped on the pillow before running her fingers through his hair, “Hire more people to take over some of your posts, maybe even an apprentice or two,”

With shut eyes, Tony hummed, “’s fine, got i’ under control,”

Pepper just sighed with a shut mouth despondently, she’ll postpone this till tomorrow.

___

“This is a list of candidates and the list of roles,” Pepper cheerfully greeted Tony the next morning; handing him a pad with names and roles written on it.

“Morning to you too, amore mio,” Tony huffed out, before realization struck him in a pang of pain, “Candidates? Roles? For what?”

“Oh? You do recall our conversation last night, right?” Pepper responded rhetorically, knowing he didn’t.

Tony threw away the lists to the side in disdain, “No,”

“This isn’t up for discussion, Tony,” Pepper firmly stated, catching the pad “You need the help. More accurately; pass over some of your unnecessary roles,”

“I turned this bloody kingdom into a golden empire on my own; I sure as hell don’t need the help,” Tony snapped back, shoulders slightly raised as his lip corners tugged downward.

“Oh?” Pepper responded, grabbing his hand gently and leading them to the full-body mirror in their room, “Tony, look at yourself then look me in the eye and tell me you’re not tired,”

Tony decided to humor her and let his eyes roam over himself, blinking in slight confusion. He hadn’t recognized himself immediately. His much longer hair was slightly matted, dry, out of place and frizzy. Skin a few shades paler than usual; green and yellow undertones visible.

His shoulders were slumped yet tense, eyes lidded in exhaustion and overall posture coiled up. Tony took in a few shuddering breaths.

“Please,” Pepper whispered with a voice thick of sorrow.

More shuddering breaths, “O...kay...”

___ It started out as a small kingdom ruled by revolutionary Howard stark and later on, Maria stark became queen.

Now, the empire had many territories, overseen by governors and ministers. Overall, it was run by Emperor Tony stark and Empress Virginia Potts.

Empress Virginia mostly was on the political side of matters, keeping an eye on the economy and trades of the empire. She’s a brilliant strategist and could figure out your entire personality, past and future with a mere few minutes of casual talk.

Emperor Stark’s expertise was focused on the technological advancements of the empire and everything else.

Always moving from land to land, He micromanaged the territories and preferred to make most of the decisions overall affecting the empire and his people.

This lead to some conflict in power between him and the local governors.

The empire had never been more prosperous though, and the people loved their monarchs. Despite it being common due to his constant travelling and traversing the streets, Harley, Peter and Riri were all excited to meet Emperor Stark all the same.

It had been rigorous to get here; weeks of continuous hard work and outdoing the other to even get glanced at by the judges. Absent-mindedly, Peter stroked the flying squirrel he befriended.

---

“Why not?” Aunt May furrowed her brows as she glanced back at Peter.

Shrugging, Peter continued to stuff his mouth with his lunch, “’on’ ‘ink o’ll ma’e i’ mas’ p’elimina’ie’,”

Aunt May pointed at her cheeks, signaling him to swallow before speaking. Peter gulped then repeated himself, “Don’t think I’ll make it past preliminaries,”

“Just try,” Aunt May softly said, resting her hands on his shoulders, “I think you’re brilliant and worthy of becoming an Emperor’s apprentice, why don’t you believe in yourself too?”

---

Peter lightly shook his head, recalling each celebration Aunt May threw for every round he got past. He doesn’t think he’s actually processed that he’s here in the actual freaking Stark Palace.

Harley and Riri made small talk as they waited in the gazebo; for what? They weren’t sure.

But...

This was it. They would begin official training. Harley and Riri...they were both worthy of being here. He still didn’t feel like he did. He knew he’s smarter than most, but not enough to take on such a prestigious role.

So, to avoid awkwardness, he let them be. Instead feeding the snacks they were given to the flying squirrel eyeing them. Peter could see that it wanted to steal some, so he had held out his hand out with snacks as an offering, ‘Should I name you Karen or Watson?’

Peter paused, ‘Are you even a girl?’

“They’re probably gon’ send us a minister or somethin’ to train us,” Harley grumbled, “I doubt the actual Emperor would train us,”

“Well, I think that’s incorrect,” Riri huffed back, “Why not have called it a Minister Apprenticeship instead of Emperor’s on the posters?”

“Well, I mean-,” Peter began whilst twisting his hands, “Maybe you’re both right? Maybe at the start we’ll be trained by Ministers and who-knows-who, then we’ll meet the Emperor once we’re done with our training?”

Peter made a small noise of surprise as the squirrel squirmed its way under his jacket. ‘Is it cold?-‘

“I’m hurt; does the new generation not want to meet me that much?” An almost-mocking voice chimed in.

All three of them turned wide-eyed as Emperor Stark stood by the gazebo’s door. Then, he began to walk- ‘shoot, he’s walking towards them, and- of course he’s walking towards them! Why else would he be here?- I’ve already calculated 35 different ways to jump out with minimal bone breakage-‘

Riri jumped up as she snapped her jaw shut, curtsying as she greeted evenly, “Your Majesty,”

Peter scrambled to stand up and do the same, mumbling a, “Your Majesty,” too, shifting as the squirrel slightly moved yet remained hidden.

Harley was last, curtsying begrudgingly, “Your Royal Highness; you’re late,”

Emperor Stark snorted at that, “Can see why Pepper liked you,” He then waved his hand casually, motioning them to stop, “None of that now, the day’s barely begun and I heard it a dozen times over already,”

Emperor Stark took a seat and- ‘Everything he does is so cool!’, they all followed. Harley narrowed his eyes though, “That’s my seat, move, would’ya?”

Peter and blinked rapidly; Riri sharply turning towards Harley, “Will you have some respect? If not for yourself or peers, then to your Emperor you- !”

The Emperor just held up a hand in her direction to silence her, “Why should I?”

‘Harley’s just going to sit elsewhere now, yeah? No one would talk back to the freaking Emperor, right?’ Peter thought, overly optimistic. Not even two minutes in and its gone awry.

Harley groaned at that, counting with his fingers as he began to list, “’Cause, that’s my seat, I was here before ya. You were late and that’s rude,” ‘Nope, clearly not.’

“-Ya need us more than we need you; everyone knows you’re gon’ eventually stretch yourself too thin. And,” Harley sharply smiled as he paused for dramatic effect, “I have something you don’t,” Emperor Stark smirked as he leaned forward, both keeping eye contact. Riri was seething in her seat as Peter continued to shift; trying to subtly nudge the squirrel out, ‘Come on, maybe-Karen-maybe-Watson!’

“What could you possibly have that I don’t?” Emperor Stark tilted his head curiously. The squirrel ran up Peter’s side, Riri shot Peter a glare as he stifled his giggling and reaching for the squirrel, ‘Maybe-Karen-maybe-Watson is a mouthful, I’m dubbing you Maybe-Karen/Watson’

Tch-ching! “A potato gun,” Harley aimed his potato gun at the Emperor with a grin.

“I could have you jailed for that,” Emperor Stark sniffed, “Threatening your Emperor like that,”

“Would’ya?” Harley bit back, “’Over-looming Totalitarianism? Emperor Stark jails teen over a joke!’” He continued with a dramatic voice.

Raising his hands in a surrendering motion, Emperor Stark got up and moved to another seat; Harley keeping his finger on the trigger all the while.

Peter snorted as he could no longer contain it, Maybe-Karen/Watson was squirming up his right side! His ticklish side! Fed up, Riri harshly elbowed Peter’s right side.

Shrieking, the Maybe-Karen/Watson finally got out of Peter’s clothes.

‘Oh no,’ Peter internally wept as he watched Maybe-Karen/Watson soared onto the Potato gun.

Harley jolted in surprise as he tightened his grip on the gun, accidentally pressing on the trigger.

Maybe it was just Peter, but to him everything was in slow motion. Perhaps it’s even worse then since he got shot anyways.

Harley’s eyes widened as Emperor Stark was first to go down.

Riri tried to jump away and was taken down by three potatoes to the stomach.

Peter leaped towards Maybe-Karen/Watson, as if capturing it would salvage his dignity and how he most definitely will be eliminated.

He tripped on his own feet anyways and got a potato to the leg.

Harley dropped his gun like- ‘Hah, like a hot potato,’ Peter thought incredulously as everyone remained in their position.

‘A moment of peace on the battlefield for the fallen, please,’

Maybe-Karen/Watson stuffing its cheeks full of the potatoes shook Peter out of his stupor. Uncoordinatedly, Maybe-Karen/Watson staggered to where Peter was laying on the floor and snuggled into his neck. ‘Now they all know we’re Partner’s in crime,’

Could the ground open up and swallow him whole? He stresses whole. Peter would be pissed if it left his head. His head could still be judged. Actually, death would very much be welcome right now.

Ever the comedian he is, Peter choked out, “Triple-shot combo,”

“Is it yours?” Emperor Stark asked hazily.

Nope, Peter’s not equipped for this. Please kill him now.

For once, the universe heard his pleas. Black enveloped him and he greeted it with a ‘Hello, sweet death.’

---

Actually, no. The universe didn’t hear his pleas.

Peter woke up.

Tragic, yes. But that means that it was all just a nightmare! ‘...Right?’

“Welcome back to the land of living, squirrel boy,” Emperor Stark had a bruise on his face but smirked anyways, “Glad you’re not dead. It’s too much paperwork and I would’ve joined you soon at the hands of Pepper,”

‘Nope, worse; Reality.’

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Next up; Peter and Tony bond over a classic training montage, Peter still feeling displaced, going into public shenanigans and running away shenanigans! Fun times all around in the next part (:

I actually don't know much of Riri, if you do please share your wisdom. Should the squirrel be named Karen or Watson?

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Pepper the Queen. I promise there's fluff and hugging LOL. Its towards the end so you can skip the plot and get to the fluff if you want.

Original post by @irondadmadlads ! Go check em out .

In Water Wrapped in a Blanket.

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Pepper bit her lips, containing her snickers as she read what appeared on her StarkPad;

‘How to ask for a hug from your mentor?’

FRIDAY alerted her of some concerning searches Peter was making, starting with: 'How to ask for a hug?'.

When FRIDAY had used 'concerning', Pepper's heart staggered in slight fear. Tony and Peter were alike, too alike at times, and she's seen what superhero-ing does to your mental health.

She was partially right.

'Would it be weird to hug my mentor who’s kinda sorta also my dad?'

Peter and Tony are alike in that they're both emotionally constipated and she's going to...subtly interfere.

___

"Oh? The Great Tony Stark not reading a science or daddy issues book?" Pepper teased as she came out of the walk-in closet.

Tony grumbled, sliding off his reading glasses and shutting the book; 'Caring for (Adopted) Toddlers 101', "I'm researching,"

___

"Ugh, I need a break from all that business garble," Pepper had groaned in her office the other day.

FRIDAY's lilting Irish voice piqued up in amusement, "Boss, I thought you'd enjoy reading Boss Man's recent search history,"

"Oh?" Pepper's eyes glinted, taking a sip of her Mt. Dew.

"Boss Man has been 'researching' the following: 'How to ask for a hug?' 'How to give comforting hugs?' 'How to ask for a hug from your mentee?' 'Would it be weird to hug my mentee who’s kinda sorta also my son?',"

Pepper choked on her Mt. Dew as she grabbed her chair's arm, trying to swallow despite grinning, "Wh- When was this?"

"After you fell asleep when you caught him reading his parenting books, Boss," FRIDAY sounded as if she were grinning too.

"Books? As in, plural amount of a book?" Pepper's brow raised, "He has a collection of these?"

"Kindle versions, too," 

---

Pepper smirked; her favourite father-son duo will become official no matter what. This was just too easy of an opportunity. She'll get her own someday.

"That is not a comforting smirk, Pep. Is my cooking that bad?" Tony raised a brow at his wife, who had been quiet for a few minutes at the dinner table.

"Oh? Yes, it's terrible," She swiftly replied, picking up her spoon to start eating.

Tony rolled his eyes as he lightly smacked her hands away from the food, "You haven't even tried it, and we're still waiting for the kid. What's taking him so long?"

Pepper had to clench her other hand to keep herself from laughing out loud, she knew exactly what was taking Peter so long.

"FRI, let Peter know that we're still waiting for him," Tony instructed.

"Mini Boss said that he'll be right there," came FRIDAY's response a beat after.

"Tell him that I'm waiting for him," Pepper smugly said. Tony huffed out in offence, "How's that going to make a difference?"

The sound of the frantic running and a dishevelled Peter was her response.

"Look who decided to show up," Tony sniffed as he crossed his arms, mildly ticked off that Pepper has more power regarding Peter, "His royal highness finally decided to leave his royal duties?"

Now...to seize the opportunity, "Hm, yeah. I'm kinda curious what you were doing, dearheart," Pepper smiled knowingly, joining her hands together as she looked directly at Peter.

Peter fumbled to make up an excuse on the spot, "Yeah, well- I, uhh, have this thing in physics that I don't really understand, so-"

Pepper held up her hand and Peter quietened; cheeks tinged as he sat down on the table, "I believe FRIDAY has the actual and believable answer, yeah?"

Peter's eyes widened as he snapped his head towards the ceiling, opening his mouth to retaliate. FRIDAY understood the assignment and began listing, "Peter was searching up: 'How to ask for a hug?' 'How to ask for a hug from your mentor?' 'Would it be weird to hug my mentor who’s kinda sorta also my dad?',"

With each one read out, Peter shrunk into his seat wanting the world to open up and eat him whole. With an aching heart, Pepper slinked away into the shadows, her work done. She had no doubt in her mind that she'd find them hugging later.

Tony took in a sharp breath as he blinked, "Peter....is there something you want to ask me?"

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Pepper smiled, May responding with lots of heart emojis to the pictures Pepper sent her and a mutual 'about damn time!'.

Peter stared her down as he sat opposite of her in her office. Pepper expected this, of course. Leaning forward, her eyes crinkled in mirth, "Must be urgent for you to come during my work hours,"

Peter scoffed, "All your hours are working hours. Even when you're asleep, you're replying to your email telepathically or something,"

"I neither deny nor confirm that accusation,"

....

"...Why did you do that?"

"Oh? I do a lot of things, dearheart. Be specific,"

"Why'd you expose me like that to Dr. Stark?"

Leaning back, Pepper hummed, "You needed a hug from Tony. I knew you needed a little push, or you'd never ask for it," She tilted her head, "You got your hugs, didn't you? So what's there more to discuss?"

Peter huffed as he scratched a cheek, turning the other hand in the air, "it's the principle of it, Ms. Potts! Why'd you even know what I'd been searching, huh? Sounds like invasion of privacy to me-,"

Pepper got up, walking around her desk to stand in front of Peter, who was gesticulating openly now, "-And where did you go when FRIDAY was exposing me? Did you plan to kill me with sheer embarrassment?-"

Pepper sat down in the seat beside Peter as he continued to rant, "-Let me tell you, it was working up until Dr. Stark hugged me. I was going to combust, Ms. Potts, combust!"

He finished off by dramatically draping himself across the desk. Pepper shook her head in amusement, "FRIDAY, tell me again what Tony searched up the night after I caught him reading parenting books?"

Peter raised his head slightly, blinking in confusion.

"Boss Man had searched up 'How to ask for a hug?' 'How to give comforting hugs?' 'How to ask for a hug from your mentee?' 'Would it be weird to hug my mentee who’s kinda sorta also my son?',"

"This was a day or so before your searches," Pepper chipped in, "Dearheart, you both wanted the same thing but were too emotionally insecure, I had to give a subtle push,"

"You call what you did a 'subtle push'?" Peter grumbled as he sat up properly, though his eyes were thoughtful, and he was smiling lightly. He opened up his phone as he began to type something.

"Yes, well, I knew it would all work out in the end," Pepper grinned back, watching Peter's actions.

Peter gulped then called out, "FRIDAY, can you read out loud what I just searched please?"

Pepper's grin was replaced with confusion; wasn't he just raving about the invasion of his privacy?

"Sure, Mini Boss. 'How to ask your kinda mom for a hug?'"

Peter kept his eyes firmly on the ground, breath baited. Pepper took in a sharp breath. She knew to some extent Peter saw her as a guardian, another caring figure in his life.

But for whatever reason, what he and Tony had, a child-parent bond, wasn't something she thought she would ever get. Besides, Peter had May as the female-parental figure.

She yearned, anyway.

"Oh,"

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Peter wasn't sure what to think, regretting what he did with every second passing.

Then his worries were swept away along with the hug. One that started hesitant and easy to break from. As soon as he wrapped his arms around Pepper's torso, her arms tightened.

The hold felt acheful, wanting. Pepper had an arm around his waist, the other arm further up and cupping his shoulders. He was tucked in the crook of her neck.

Pepper's honey and strawberries scent was much stronger this close. Her heartbeat was faster than normal and the hug felt so warm.

Pepper could feel pieces of a puzzle click! into place as she held Peter in her arms. 'Mother-son officially,' her mind supplied.

Peter is definitely strong, his clothes masked how muscular he actually is. But his overall frame was still so much smaller than her's. She could just tuck him under her chin comfortably and curl her arms around him with ease.

It felt so right to have her dearheart within her hold. Peter had melted so quickly into her grasp; she doesn't think he's aware of how much of his weight he's let go. And God if that doesn't make her heart ache.

Neither one mentioned letting go.

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Peter came barreling from the elevator, casting aside his backpack and rushing into Dr. Stark's waiting arms. He still couldn't believe they were on hugging-terms now! Each time left him exhilarated like it was the first.

Dr. Stark's hugs were all-encompassing and made him feel fully shielded. The hugs were always very warm and felt like being wrapped in a blanket. The tinge of motor oil and fancy deodorant always lingered.

Peter loved May's hugs too. They were tight as if May was never going to let him go, always lasting a while yet never enough. A constant in his insane life.

Ms. Potts' hugs were water around him, like the relief after holding your breath for a while. 'Dearheart', is what she calls him exclusively nowadays. Before, she often used his name more.

But Peter's favourite hugs was when it was from multiple at the same time. Speaking of which, he picked up on another heartbeat faintly, then Ms. Potts came through the elevator...

Ms. Potts' expression lit up. Despite looking worn out, she rushed over and joined their hug. Peter let out a content sigh, causing Dr. Stark's chest to rumble under his ear as he chuckled, and Ms. Potts' tightened her hold ever so slightly.

Peter knew that being in water wrapped in a blanket was an odd combo, but he loved every moment of it.

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I'm fully aware I turned an irondad prompt into an ironmom-centric one. No, I have no regrets.

Ask box is open for fic and doodle reqs!

Likes and reblogs are very much appreciated! I'll do my best to reply to any comments and captioned reblogs. If you'd like me to reply please write a caption in your reblog, its easier for me to see.

Irondad Prompt #173:

Peter’s search history: How to ask for a hug? How to ask for a hug from your mentor? Would it be weird to hug my mentor who’s kinda sorta also my dad?

Tony:

Tony: Peter, is there something you want to ask me??

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LOL PTA MEETINGS WOULD BE WILD

Dick (you think Bruce actually goes to these?) wants to know why Tim is coming back with bruises every now and then,

and why he finds baby bird at 2am, with a haunted look as he whispers, “a dash of sodium peroxide…if the bomb doesn’t have a cylindrical tube, book it…a sprinkle…a sprinkle of copper powder…” as he sips coffee from what Tim insists is The ThermosTM

The ThermosTM is incredibly ugly.

But he’s also concerned about Tim’s chemistry class lab safety, or lack of.

And why Tim now flinches at the word glitter.

Or as Red Robin he asks if the bomb is throwable or not.

Or why he has a backpack for “If there’s an apocalypse! or Dr. Fenton and Mr. Baxter make the Gotham Rogues their bitches, whichever comes first,”

Point is, the list keeps going on and on.

So when Parents-Teachers day arrives, Dick marches down to Gotham Academy with papers of lists of…concerns he has.

He finds Mr. Baxter first testing out a new obstacle course that is about the same difficulty as his obstacle courses.

He’s about to call for Mr. Baxter when he hears him go “now, where to put the bomb. where would the kids least expect it?”

Sh**, has the entire school been hostage this entire time?? Have the new teachers gone rogue long ago??

Dick is gonna need back up.

So he pings the rest of the Wayne-Ward KidsTM and Bruce.

In his defense, two teachers were able to get an entire school full of some of the snobbiest kids, and Tim aka Red Robin quiet about this.

And Mr. Baxter was definitely a meta of some sort. Dr. Fenton was just a mad scientist.

Anyways cue Dick going into Detective Mode and trying to get as much info possible before the others gets here.

The place is rigged with bombs wherever he goes. Subtly evacuating is gonna be a hassle. The rest of the faculty also seem to have been forced into compliancy by Mr Baxter and Dr Fenton

Then something Dick would’ve never imagined possible happened.

the Justice League (who called them?! Bruce was in a meeting with them. When he left abruptly saying School Emergency, hostage situation, they followed) come in, guns blazing ofc.

And the students whip out an array of weaponry, hockey sticks to sci-fi looking rays, batons and Oh Sh** that’s the Fear Toxin-

———

So the school isn’t being held hostage. Dick, Wayne-Ward KidsTM and the JL figure that much out after getting their a**es handed to them on a silver platter by the students.

the students have been brainwashed.

At some point in the battle Mr Baxter called out, “Whoever can get their hands on Wonder Woman’s rope skips DodgeShot next time!”

Then Dr Fenton chipped in, “If you can shoot down Flash, I’ll use precise measurements in my demo!”

So anyways Wonder Woman’s rope has been torn into pieces and handed out amongst students.

Flash is in the corner having a breakdown, “how did 15 year olds shoot me down-“

To top it all off, Dr Fenton grinned as he patted Flash’s back, “Don’t worry too much about it. Hey! We should have a race sometime,”

“I’m the fastest alive,” Flash deadpanned.

“Yeah, alive,” Dr Fenton chirped back.

Yeah, no, Dick is leaving this one to the wizards.

———

“Thanks for stopping by, btw,” Tim cheerfully said to Dick later, “I got out of AP DodgeShot!”

“Is Dr Fenton dead?” Dick asked as he stared at his list of concerns he wrote up before today’s clusterf**k.

“Eh, some say he’s a ghost, which is completely absurd. Mr Baxter is probably the ghost. Dr Fenton is just from another dimension,”

Dick tore up his lists and threw them away. Tim was happy. Whatever the hell was going on in Gotham Academy was working out. Casualties are going down. The Rogues haven’t been seen for a while and everything is fine.

Bonus: Mr Lancer visits and makes everything worse

what if like, Mr Lancer comes by to check on his students (he needs to make sure that they paid attention in the ecto-apocalypse scenario classes and aren’t rotting the students brains)

so gotham academy let’s him like, shadow tim’s class and Mr. Lancer is horrified.

the students think that Mr Baxter and Dr Fenton lied to them about the way their school was if their old teacher was this pale after one class.

nope completely different reasons than they think.

“Dr. Fenton! Mr. Baxter! Haven’t I taught you better?!” Mr. Lancer began lecturing at the two teachers at the end of the day, “How could you not include écto-(apoco)pylse classes in the curriculum?!”

“And Mr. Baxter!” Mr. Lancer continued, “they’ve been doing DodgeShot for a whole quarter already, it’s time to move on to AP DogeShot!”

AP DodgeShot?? Can that even be an AP?? FOR DODGESHOT???

“Sorry, sir, you’re right, i haven’t been preparing them well enough,” Dash apologized then turned to the students.

“Next week we’ll start AP DodgeShot, if you have equipment like a hockey stick, or a hunting rifle, bring it with you,”

The Students Unanimously Think “We’re F**ked”

“Oh! I think have some old Fenton ecto-rays and stuff, i can lend you some,” Dr Fenton chipped.

‘Triple Espresso Shots F**ked’

“And most importantly!” Mr Lancer began.

The students start sweating bullets, whats worse than AP DodgeShot? Are they gonna start working with real bombs?

oh god are they gonna make poisonous gases from scratch?

is it time Dr Fenton taught them how to isolate chemicals they need from cheap detergents??

Take down a shady corporate? build a spaceship?? Hunt Down Batman?-

“-I’m completely disappointed they haven’t read Lord of the Flies again,”

The students didn’t know if to break down sobbing of relief or agony for the future

Short DPXDC Prompts #468

Danny is a Chemistry teacher at Gotham Academy. His favorite student is Tim. He shocks the students by teaching and creating a Fear Antitoxin for the kids to learn as part of their curriculum.

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[UPDATE: MINOR EDITS MADE] this was fun! sorry for not posting anything lately, am working on my Danny Phantom comics. i have 31 drafts tho so slowly will be posting those (Irondad, Danny Phantom [+Batfam] and Detective Conan ficlets!)

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Mr. Parker-Stark.

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“I like to think that I average only 3 stabs a month,” Peter huffed out.

“Liar, liar, pants on fire!“ Tony sang in response, seated beside his kid.

“You don’t get to say a word about this!” Peter snapped back, pointing at the cast on Tony’s leg with a sharp smile.

Tony sniffed and simply looked down at the cards he held, shuffling them a bit.

“When he knows he’s lost, he goes quiet,” Peter whisper-shouts at Haya, who was slowly getting over the shock of Oh my God that is Tony Stark and his son/mentee/cousin/whatever the tabloids picked this month.

“You have kids, right? Two boys?” Tony intercepted as he nodded his head towards Haya, who blinked out of her stupor of Oh my God Tony Stark is talking to me (that’s how interviews work Haya!)

Not even giving a thought as to how he knew this, Haya let the fondness wash over her at the mention of her sons; she replied, “Yeah, one in 1st grade and the other in 10th,”

“Do you get disrespected like this often, or should I look for my receipt?” Tony casually asked as he gestured with his hand in a vague motion.

Haya chuckled as Peter squawked in indignation, “Receipt? Receipt?! What am I? A Teflon stainless steel pots-pans set?!”

“That would’ve been more useful to me than you currently,” Tony swiftly bit back.

“Oh yeah, sure, cause pots can talk and do an interview with you, sure,” Peter grumbled back, sarcasm almost tangible.

“Peter, if you’re going to drop the ‘Miss’, at least call me Pepper, not my last name,” Oh my God Pepper Potts chided in with a smirk from the sidelines.

Peter groaned as Tony let out a snort, “That was a terrible pun, Pep. You’re hanging around Sera too much,”

“Even I wouldn’t have made that pun” Peter chipped in with mock disappointment, “and that’s a low standard, Ms. Potts,”

Lighting cuffing Peter on the back of his head, Tony read out the next card - cards he had stolen from Haya aka their interviewer.

“In a game of monopoly, what is the other like?“

The temperature of the room plummeted.

Haya shivered as Peter gave a tight smile, “Dr. Stark is a sore, sore loser,”

Tony whipped his head at him as he snapped back, “You’re one to talk! You evade your taxes like it’s going to kill you if you pay your rent!”

“Y’know what?! It just might!”

“You owe me 1,200 Monos!”

“And you refuse to give up the utility cards!”

“I’m trying to win!”

“So am I!”

“PAY YOUR DAMN RENT!”

“AFTER I GET MY ELECTRICITY UTILITY BACK!”

“PETER BENJAMIN PARKER-STARK I-“

Silence.

“I did not mean to say that- wait-“ Tony rushed to defend himself, as Pepper let her head thump forward on the table in front of her.

Peter’s lower lip trembled visibly as he stared wide-eyed at Tony. Haya pulled out her popcorn from under her chair and began munching.

Tony pursed his lips as he refused to make eye-sight with Peter, “Sorry cucciolo, I didn’t-“

Peter took in a shivering breath, “. . . .Dad?”

Cough!

Haya mentally cursed at herself as she coughed more after choking on her popcorn. Oh my God she interrupted them.

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“I deeply apologize, sir, ma’am! Things really got out of hand,” Haya anxiously said to Dr. Stark and Ms. Potts, who shook their heads in response.

“Honestly, this was a tame interview, Ms. Nabeel,” Ms. Potts re-assured, “Peter is a sweetheart but also a theatrical kid,”

“I need to apologize to him as well,” Haya noted.

“Nah, if anything he’ll apologize to you,” Dr. Stark replied languidly, “kids can be little sh**s when they want to be,”

“Ms. Nabeel!” came a shout from nearby, as Peter rushed in after he left briefly for the toilet.

“I’m so sorry that I accidentally caused you choke on your popcorn-“ Peter began, waving his hands around, “-Like, you were just enjoying it and-“

“Mr. Parker-Stark, it’s okay!” Haya rushed out, trying to get the frantically gesturing boy to relax, “I’m fine, now!”

“Still…” Peter mumbled back.

“Welp, we better be on our way,” Tony clapped his right hand on Peter’s shoulders, leaning on his left side holding the crutch, “Lotsa meetings-“

“-That you don’t attend,” Pepper chipped in, as she placed her hand on Peter’s shoulders, “Thank you again, Ms Nabeel. Of course, send in the video before posting it so our team can look over it,”

“Bye Ms. Nabeel!” Peter smiled at her before letting himself be guided by his parents. Haya’s eyes crinkled as she thought of her own sons, her eldest would get along with Peter…

“Bye-bye Mr. Parker-Stark!” Haya called out back.

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“You called me cucciolo, how bad did you feel?” Peter questioned once they got comfortable in the car.

“Ms. Nabeel called you Mr. Parker-Stark twice and you don’t bat an eyelash?” Tony replied with a raised brow.

“You only call him that when you feel bad for something,” Pepper seemed to be in thought for a moment, “or when you’re extra soft,”

“I’m not soft,” Tony grumbled back in discontent, “I’m prickly, poisonous thorns and the whole shebang,”

“Like a cactus?” Peter responded half a second later.

“I was thinking ivy or a rose,” Tony responded.

Peter nodded solemnly.

“You still owe me 1,200 Monos, kid,”

Pepper pushed herself away from Tony.

With a snarl, Peter launched himself.

Happy sighed as a battle-cry rang out….this was going to be a bumpy ride.

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Edits: Mr. Stark -> Mr. Parker-Stark. Otherwise just punctuation fixes. I think it fits better (:

@irondadmadlads ! I hope this was fun and worth the time it took to read this, readers! I’ll do my best to reply to comments. Reblogs and likes are very much appreciated.

Sera makes a cameo from my other irondad ficlet! She will be popping up more (:

Irondad Prompt #27:

Tony: PETER BENJERMIN PARKER-STARK I- …wait

Peter:

Tony:

Peter: Dad?

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Hi i play chess casually and had a cat, looked after 5 for others. this is accurate! i also happen to write so here’s this:

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When your cat is a Cheater.

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Vlad sad hunched over, hair strands awry from hands running through them too many times.

Maddie sat opposite of him, picture perfect of poise and quiescence.

The chess board between them was a gloomy battlefield. A queen had fallen, many soldiers eaten, knights and castles on their knees begging for the end.

Vlad let out a gruff sigh, eyes narrowed, “Well done, Maddie,“ Vlad praised,

Maddie perked at the compliment and purred in agreement. Vlad continued with a grin, “I was the one who got you to this level, however,”

Maddie tilted her head as Vlad moved his last bishop to A3, “Checkmate, my dear,”

Shaking her head, almost as if to say ‘You silly one,’ Maddie lifted her paw and moved her castle to A8, effectively putting them at stalemate again.

Vlad’s grin watered down to a smirk, nevertheless sharp, taking down her castle with a knight.

As he straightened his back then leant back leisurely, Vlad tutted “What will you? What will you do, my dear Maddie?”

“Mrrowh,” a piece slid across the wooden board.

“What-?! I was sure you wouldn’t let go of your Queen so I that I could’ve finished this in 4 more moves-“

“Mrrr-rowh,”

“Oh; quit your laughing. Neither of us are winning!”

Maddie leapt over and made herself comfortable on Vlad’s lap, who begrudgingly pet her, “You do this every-time you don’t win, cheater,”

“Mrrr,” was the response he got.

“Yes, yes, you won this time. The student has overcome the master or whatever,” He huffed out fondly, blinking blearily.

Hm, he doesn’t have to go to the office till 4pm, today. It was…1pm. He can afford to rest a bit.

If he’s going to deal with the buffoons calling themselves the ‘City council’, he needed every bit of his patience recharged.

Why ever did he run for mayor, again?

Ah, right, Daniel bet him he wouldn’t. And he was 5 dollars richer now, and a sanity level poorer.

Quite worth it for the flabbergasted look on Daniel when he stood on the podium, and his bubbling anger as he handed Vlad the 5 dollars.

Vlad let sleep over-take him, with a pleased quirk of his lips. Quite worth it, indeed.

I think it would be really funny if Vlad’s cat did actually know how to play chess and was surprisingly good

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TW ?//: DANNY IS DETACHED FROM WAIST IN ONE OF THE SKETCHES, NO GORE. SAME AS SHOW.

have some Danny sketches and i suppose my official design for him. These were done in a few hours so like, don’t critique it too closely please akdhwkhdksha.

If you like this, keep an eye out for my upcoming dp, short (digital) comics about Danny learning to use his powers, starting with ‘Swan-dive’! Can you guess what power he will first practice?

little extra stuff:

He a short king. the roman numerals are for:

1. Danny nYOOOMING to space, nightksy reflected in his eyes.

2. When you stretch a little too well and your body detaches itself.

3. Idk he’s just standing with his tongue out.

Why can’t i give Danny a low ponytail? There is no reason not to.

Dash calling him Fentina leads me to believe Danny has some feminine features, hence the lashes and lean figure.

he needs to distinguish himself more from his human form lol.

Danny’s an ice core, why is the DP on his chest on fire? Anyways space obsession au Danny for the win, so instead Danny is the literal nightsky.

Astronomers just take a snapshot of him everyday and sleep. The DP is now the moon and it’s phases.

I like the idea of the Ancient of Space or something taking Danny under their apprenticeship or just Danny going to them to learn.

Finally, c l a w s.

Any reblogs and likes are appreciated! Will do my best to reply to any comments. Ask box is open for all. Constructive criticism is always welcome!

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So i had this dream…and decided to sketch and write a fic about it lol

Danny was wearing this orange suit, Jack and Vlad were merged and Maddie was…chill? I didn’t draw it but Danielle was a baby lol.

Anyways the fic is pretty much the same as my dream, i didn’t change much.

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When Dan had appeared upper-waist only through a portal and snatched Danny, he had been chilling with Sam and Tucker on his bed.

As soon as he glimpsed flaming white hair, Danny tugged at his core to transform. 'How did he escape the thermos?! Oh God, Dan probably wanted revenge and is going to lock me up, so he can kill my loved ones-“

With that thought, Danny couldn't help his shallow breathing and prickling eyes. Sam and Tucker's yells resounded as he was pulled through a portal, claws holding onto his stomach.

As soon as they were through the portal, Danny went intangible to get out of Dan's hold and flew away, back hitting a wall, eyes trained on Dan.

"Oh, dear...he's trembling, what did you do?!" Spoke a young, feminine voice. It sounded a bit like his mom, especially when scolding Fruitloop.

“Nothing, Mads!” Dan defended and- did Dan sound like he didn’t smoke 30 packs a day?

"???" Danny uttered, breathing audible.

"How in the butter biscuits did you make that sound?" Dan's eyes widened incredulously at him, brows furrowed.

'The Zone? When did Dan start saying 'butter biscuits'? Agh, Dan is other me and Vlad merged, whatever,'

"Listen, you're Invis-o-bill, right?" he woman spoke aga- yeah no thats his mom but also...not? Very Elequoent, Danny.

"I-", Danny took in a sharp breath, still eyeing Dan warily, "The press gave me that name. Phantom, actually,"

He hated how shaky he sounded. He defeated Dan, he can do it again. But...some things aren't adding up. He needed answers.

Dan looks different, and is wearing a tight shirt. The woman is real, he can hear her heartbeat. Yet, she precisely looks like his mom a few years ago.

"Sorry, Phantom. We need your help. Our daughter's gone missing," Not mom, replied with a soft tone.

"DAUGHTER?!" Danny shrieked, as his eyes widened, bouncing between Dan and Not mom. Oh God, is this the timeline you abandoned

(Not?) Dan shut his eyes as he rubbed his temple, "We're wasting time, Danielle is missing and I had to use the Fenton Location-Snatcher to grab you. We figured you could help us since I suck at my ghost powers,"

Yeah, no. That's not Dan. At least, not the one (thankfully) locked up in the thermos at Clockwork's tower. Dan spoke like Vlad i.e. like a rich bitch, and his eyes only conveyed the desire to see the world burn. This is an alternate dimension, then.

“Who are you?” Danny questioned albeit roughly.

“I’m Maddison Fenton,” Maddison cheerfully began, “And this…is…hm, we haven’t thought up of a name for you, huh?”

“I’m…Vlad? Jack? Vlack? Ugh, ignore the last one,” Jald, Danny decided.

Danny snorted, "Why not? Jald, Bald. If a strong breeze comes by, your hair would be put out, you would be bald, Jald,"

Maddison chortled behind her hand, Jald’s eyelid twitching in response.

“I’ll help you,” Danny floated closer to Maddison, “i’m not from this dimension, by the way,” he said offhandedly.

Getting closer was a mistake, as Maddison grabbed his arm and pulled him closer, “The Fenton Location-Snatcher can do that?!”

Danny leaned back, “Yeah, if it’s the same one as mine, which I destroyed for good reason,”

A lout boom! resounded, shaking the room. Jald and Maddie made eye contact as they let out a loud "DANIELLE!"

Danny grabbed them both, turning intangible to fly towards the sound.

When Nasty Burger came into view, Danny glanced briefly at Jald. He faltered slightly but shook his head and kept going.

Maddison gasped as she pointed at the ground, "There she is! She's gotten control of the condiments!"

Jald shook his head, "Thats why people were covered in red, yellow and that weird beige,"

Danny landed the three as they dodged flying splatters. As soon as they touched down, he brought up a weak ecto-shield over them.

"Neat," Jald commented with an unreadable expression.

"Danielle!" Maddison cried out in relief as a...baby? came into view?

Danny blinked in slight fear as his shield began to crack, how strong was this literal baby?!

"Shield's gonna break," Danny warned, "Can you get her to stop her battalion of condiments?"

“Danielle, look here!” Maddison cooed. It got baby Danielle to stop momentarily and search for her. Jald went intangible through the shield and snatched her.

“Surrogate ghost children will be fun, they lied. Give it a try, you won’t get attached and can give ‘em back, they lied,” Jald muttered in annoyance.

‘I should take pics, Elle would hate it when she sees them,’ Danny mused with a smirk.

He took down his shield, gazing around at the damage. Damn…if this is what baby Danielle did with condiments; what were his post-battles like?

Danny frowned as he caught his reflection in a broken window. Why is…his suit is black and orange like dad’s? His facial features are softer too…? What-?

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Danny gasped as he sat upright in his bed. He threw the covers off and ran to his mirror, pulling at his core a bit too harshly as the rings washed over. He had to check…!

Danny sighed as his reflection stared back wearily.

Going invisible, he went intangible through the walls and reached his parents room.

He broke out another sigh of relief, just his mom and dad sleeping in their hazmat suits. There’s an OSHA violation or something with that…

Should he visit Clockwork and check the thermos? It was just a terrible nightmare but…

…Ugh, what did Jazz say about needing to check everything? That ‘He needs to be satisfied with partial confirmation, that is by proxy full confirmation’?

Whatever, he’ll just go back to sleep. He has school tomorrow.

Danny laid back, after de-transforming, gazing at the glow-in-the-dark stars. They’re accurate to the real constellations, thank you very much.

He slept soundly.

For a total of 10 seconds.

“Wake up, Space Cadet! It’s time for training at the academy! Wake up Space Cadet-“

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TW//: Implications of depression, derealization and prolonged sensory overload.

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Cotton.

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Cotton.

Everything felt like cotton.

His head, mouth, ears and muscles were full of it.

Everything was so overwhelming to his senses, his brain rationalized it to cotton.

So now, as he was here speaking, saying something, he was too focused on the feeling of cotton in his mouth; not entirely sure what he was spouting on autopilot.

Tony was eyeing him with a helpless look in his eyes, “Hey kid, you haven’t been patrolling much. Everything okay?”

Didn’t Tony just say that?

His hands rubbed over cotton, cotton, cotton. And more cotton. Ah yeah. He vaguely knows why he’s here. He held out what was in his hands, almost as offering.

“Uh…yeah…I, um…actually have something for you…”

“Wha-?”

“Because i’m nothing with or without the suit,”

Tony stared mutely.

“So I shouldn’t have it.”

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This…

What is he supposed to do?

Peter was holding out not only his Stark suit, but his homemade suit too.

This wasn’t in his ‘Caring for toddlers for amateurs’ book! Haha…

Ha?

Peter’s eyes were focused on something but he didn’t seem quite…there.

“No, Kid, these are yours, no matter what,” Tony began, his chest tightening as if someone was squeezing his core.

Peter didn’t reply.

Hesitantly, Tony reached out a hand and placed it on Peter’s shoulder’s.

A soft let out breath was as much of a reaction he got.

Tony guided Peter to sit down on the couch in the lab; the one Peter himself adorned with blankets and pillows to keep it warm and comfy.

Tony’s pretty sure a maths paper or two are hidden somewhere in that pile. And a few lego pieces.

Tony sat them down, taking the suits and placing them aside as he took a deep breath to steady himself for what he’s about to do.

He cautiously wrapped his arms around Peter, giving him time and space to back out. When Peter didn’t protest, he tightened his hold slightly and guided Peter’s head to rest on his sternum.

Peter’s eyes flittered, but he seemed to be focused on grasping and un-grasping Tony’s shirt in his hands minutely.

There, in the dim lighting of the lab, Tony‘s face in Peter’s hair as he began to tremble; cradling Peter as if to hide him from this cruel, bitter, world that he thought hadn’t tainted Peter yet.

Tony took in a shivering breath.

And wept.

Irondad Prompt #142:

Tony: Hey kid. You haven’t been patrolling much, everything okay?

Peter: Uh… actually, um… I have something for you… *hands Tony his suit*

Tony: Wha-?

Peter: Because I’m nothing with or without the suit

Tony:

Peter: So I shouldn’t have it

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I love this trope and read two fics with a similar premise before, and i wanted more. Take my lousy attempt.

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Karening a Karen; By Tony Stark.

Speedrunning losing your Job; By said Karen.

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Peter had been finishing off the homework of the day and listened in without really listening.

Happy answered his phone, that had been ringing, once they were at a stop light, “Hogan speaking,”

“Sir, this is the NY manufacturing branch, the new security machinery has been installed,”

“What? When did it get here? That’s two hours ahead of time!”

“That’s not the problem, Sir, it’s not keyed in to our systems and is rejecting all entry except of the highest levels,”

“Is there any immediate emergency, or can you wait an hour?”

“We can wait, sir,”

“Good,”

Happy sighed as he checked his watch, “I’m gonna drop you off at the front gates, Peter, there’s an emergency i need to attend to,”

Peter hummed absentmindedly, “Yeah, no problem Happy, I’ve got it,”

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Peter did not got it.

“-And how many times must you Gen-Z try this? Can’t you see how you’re wasting my precious time with these silly tiktoks-“

He got past the front gates and got in exactly 3 and a 1/2 steps before a stranger woman came up to him.

Glancing at her outfit and name tag, he figured she’s a new security team member, “Excuse me ma’am, i’m an intern-“

“Oh don’t you dare interrupt me, how rude!” She cut him off with a manicured nail in his direction.

“I have a badge and FRIDAY knows I'm in the system, if you just let me-,” Peter tried to explain as he ducked under her nail, manoeuvring to the detectors and fishing out his badge from his bag.

“BOMB!” The woman screeched as she threw herself to tackle him.

Peter, who sharply glanced up looking for the bomb, let his spider sense tingle and take control; sidestepping and catching her.

“Where’s the bomb?” Peter asked her in confusion, as she regained herself.

Other security members who heard her had come rushing over asking the same thing, “Keep your voice down! Where’s the bomb?!”

“Oh! Hey guys! Which puppy did you end up adopting, Mr. Dmitri?” Peter waved back casually.

“I chose the dark brown one; she’s strong, can hide within the shadows when she’s older,” Dmitri nodded back with a pleasant smile.

“Send us pics later! Rebecca, why did you yell out bomb?” Sera huffed out with crossed arms.

The woman - Ms. Rebecca - was flushed pink in anger, as she grabbed Peter roughly by the arm, “He does! What were you all doing?! He clearly reached into his bag approaching the detectors and you’re just lazing back?!”

“Ms. Rebecca, I understand you’re new here, but that’s Peter, unhand him,” Sera firmly ordered as she stepped closer.

“He’s an intern, here,” Dmitri added in, narrowing his eyes, “He told you, didn’t he?”

Peter winced as her nails dug in through his thin sweater, “It’s fine guys, she’s right to be suspicious. I’m the youngest intern around-“

“You’re all working together aren’t you?! Trying to infiltrate the tower! I’ll take you to Mr. Hogan right now, I bet he’ll give me a promotion-“ Ms Rebecca accused as Peter let her drag him.

“Actually, Happy is at the NY manufacturing branch because of-“ Peter began, shrugging helplessly at Sera and Dmitri.

“Shut it! Stop with the lies-“ Dmitri stood in front of Ms Rebecca, interrupting her and blocking her path, “Ms. Rebecca, unhand him, that was an order,”

Sera grabbed her shoulder albeit with too much force, “Trust me, you don’t want to get on Dr. Stark’s bad side on your first week,”

Peter’s ears picked up on a familiar, arrhythmic heartbeat, as an elevator dinged! and gasps were heard.

“What’s going on here?” Dr. Stark hurriedly walked over to them, grasping Peter’s other arm and tugging, “Pete, FRIDAY informed me you’ve been standing here for 7 minutes,”

“Hey Dr. Stark! Trust me, it’s not by choice, anyways Mr. Dmitri got the brown puppy in the end,” Peter began, “and today in Algebra class, you will not believe what Cindy said to Flash-“

“Kid, later, I'd love to hear all about the latest ‘burn’ but let’s go-“ Dr. Stark chipped in fondly, but was cut off.

No, that’s not right.

No one cuts off Tony Stark.

“-Excuse me, Mr. Stark, I’m taking this boy to Mr Hogan,” Ms. Rebecca impatiently cut off Tony Stark, tugging at Peter’s arm.

Tug, tug, tug…

‘Speed-running how to lose your job, By Ms Rebecca,’ Peter thought solemnly.

“Did someone just interrupt me? I think I heard someone interrupting me,” Dr. Stark stated as he readjusted his sunglasses, straightening his posture, tugging back with Peter’s other arm.

Tug, tug, tug…

“It’s terrible, two of your security are corrupted, Mr. Stark-“

“Dr. Stark,” Peter chirped in.

“You have the right to remain silent-,” Ms Rebecca scowled and tugged harsher.

Tug, tug, tug…

“You interrupt me, not even use my correct title,“ Dr. Stark began hotly, tugging on Peter’s arm, “Put your hands on my-“

Tug, tug, tug…

“Wonder if my arms will pop off like barbie dolls if you both tug simultaneously?” Peter wondered aloud.

Ah, the tugging stopped.

“I worry, kiddo,” Dr. Stark shook his head fondly, “Whoever you are,”

“Ms. Rebecca!”

Dr. Stark ignored Peter’s chime in, and said with absolute finality, “You’re fired!”

That shocked Ms Rebecca to finally let go of Peter, who took the chance to free his arm and jolted out of her arm reach.

“Don’t talk to me or my son ever again!” Dr. Stark finished with flourish and began walking away with Peter.

Peter saw Ms Sera and Mr Dmitri’s smile at him as they dragged the sputtering Ms. Rebecca away, ‘Traitors,’ he thought.

“He can’t do that!” Resounded a screech.

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“Dr. Stark-“ Peter began mid-munch on pasta.

“Pete, I just called you my son in the lobby, made you pasta and you’re still calling me Dr. Stark?”

“Okay, then, Dr. Tony-“

“No, that’s not better, and swallow before speaking-“

“-Oh my cheetos, you’re very hard to please Mom-“

“-Y’know what? I’ll take that,”

“Anyways, do you know what you did in the lobby?” Peter gleefully said.

“Save my wayward son who is too tired to deal with that kinda sh** so he lets it happen to him?”

“Nooooo! you Karened a Karen! This is an incredible moment in all of your history,”

“History? I am History?-“

“Her name was Karen!”

“…Wait, not Rebecca?”

“Karen Rebecca Windsor,” FRIDAY chipped in.

“Who names their kid that?”

“Maybe her parents couldn’t decide on one name?” Peter shrugged, still grinning.

“What’s this about a new recruit being fired by you, Tony?” Pepper said first thing as she stepped off the elevator, “HR is about to get in here and strangle you,”

“I’d love to see them try,” Tony grinned leisurely.

“Pepper! Perfect timing!-“ Peter clapped his hands, dropping his fork, “Mom Karened a Karen!”

“Mom?” Pepper repeated incredulously.

“I win, Pep. Pay up,” Tony held out his hand.

“Nu-uh,” Pepper walked over and joined them at the island table, “It was to see if he called you ‘Dad’ or me ‘Mom’ first, it doesn’t count,”

“There was a bet?-“

“Semantics, Pep, accept your defeat!”

“Absolutely not, Tony, I made a bet with May too and I will not lose this-“

“-Aunt May too?!-“

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Silly thing i wrote quickly, hope it was worth the time it took to read.

Irondad Prompt #147:

Stark Industries hires a Karen to be apart of their security team (not knowing the Karen is a Karen). All hell breaks lose when Peter Parker tries to enter the building for his internship. And Tony is not happy about it.

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Rule 86: the Batfam is NEVER allowed to be present at once.

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Honestly, the first sign that sh** was about to hit the fan was that everyone was here.

Yup, everyone. Including Jason and Bruce. Duke is willing to see how long that lasts before escaping. Damian is here only due to promise of a day off from school.

Second sign was the fact it was a sunny, pleasant day…

…in Gotham.

Gotham, the city of which it’s sky is blanketed in grey and forever at dusk, due to the smoke and ash, dust and soot from collateral damage of the day and pollution.

The reason why could be attributed to the third sign; the rapidly increasing nature throughout the city. Danny really should’ve payed attention to this one.

His ghost sense has been going off subtly almost at all times, yet he brushed it off due to being around his Da- Jason, Jason. Jason was ecto-contaminated and he needs to somehow tell him that.

He should’ve payed more attention, been more curios and asked, “Hey! Do Gothamites get natural vitamin D every once in a while or is this a sign of the monthly, world-ending threat?”

It was a sign of the monthly, world-ending threat.

So anyways Undergrowth is here!

And uhhh, not very happy about their last scuffle!

Danny gulps, fingers tingling with pins and needles as Jason drags him and is saying something but he can’t hear him cause Undergrowth is here and oh Ancients he wanted to turn his friends and family into ghost plant food- this is worst case scenario, absolute worst case scenario-

“Danny,” Came a frazzled voice as hands settled heavily, cold on his shoulders. His Da- Jason.

No, screw it. That was his dad, and the rest of his family strewn about, all ready to engage. But they’re just human. A nice, sweet and loving family who accepted him readily.

Like hell was he going to let them become fertilizer.

He grasps his Dad’s hands with his own despite the leftover tingling in them and forced aside the thoughts of what if this isn’t like last time and he fails and they actually become ghost plant food-

Danny pushes his dad back roughly as his feet leave the ground, tugging at his core for his ghost form, “Everyone stay back! Go! Hide!”

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Everyone was ready to engage in battle with this overgrown, glowy plant (oh God is it from the Lazarus Pits?) even if it meant revealing their identités to Danny.

Until Danny somehow pushed Jason back and began to fly towards the overgrown, glowy plant as two rings appeared and-

“Stick to your name and stay under, Undergrowth!”

- yelled out a lame pun.

“He really is yours,” Dick wheezed out as he watched wide-eyed.

“This is why we should all never gather in the same place again,” Barbara groaned, “the universe takes it as a challenge,”

“Danny is glowing, why is he glowing? why is the plant glowing? Where did his legs go?” Duke cried out.

“Forget all of that, we need to help him!” Jason coughed out, rubbing at his chest cause damn Danny is really strong for a kid with snicker-bar bones.

“I advice you stick to your weapons and forgo the costume change, young masters and madames,” Alfred chipped in as he sliced off roots, “Roots off my my kitchen! I just had that fixed!”

“I can get it fixed again Alfred,” Bruce replied with a- when did he have a chance to change into Batman?

“Of course Father somehow changes, almost as if he sleeps in costume,” Damian comments, leaping through the plant-being-thingy.

Sigh.

This will be awkward later.

———

Tick, Tock.

Danny, despite being a bit roughed up and scuffed, remained ethereal.

Now that the adrenaline rush is wearing out and everyone is gathered again, tending to post-battle wounds, its possible to get a good look on Danny.

Tick, Tock.

Hair that swayed despite there no breeze, fading into stars. A darker, brown complexion. Danny’s dim glow and floating as if not weighed by gravity.

He gave a frazzled smile.

Tick, Tock.

Danny seemed human yet something in their minds shrieked he was not quite.

The glow would’ve been gentle if it weren’t such a toxic green. His smile with teeth too sharp and a green undertone to his skin that felt a bit sickly.

Tick, Tock.

And then there’s the logo in his chest. A flaming D.

In short; he has been hiding his alter ego with a probably traumatic backstory and thankfully, Jason has already pseudo-adopted the kid.

Everyone knows Bruce keeps adoption papers on him at all times.

Tick, Tock.

“I’m Batman,” Bruce coughed out into the uncomfy silence.

“Yeah, no, you’re still in costume that’s not what’s shocking me right now,” Danny replied back a bit detachedly.

Jason frowned, rubbing Danny’s back then wrapping an arm around him and pulled him closer, “Take your time, what’s shocking you right now then?”

Danny flushed and curled a bit into himself, “…You’re Red Hood,”

Tick, Tock.

“Is there something wrong with that?”

“…No! It’s just…you’re not a prostitute?” Danny huffed out in humiliation.

“PFFFT-“ Tim spat out his drink as he choked, Dick freezing before bursting out laughing as others joined in.

Bruce turned to Jason sharply as he asked incredulously, “Jason, whatever did you do to make him think that?”

Jason sputtered himself yet kept a hold on Danny, “I don’t know! But You don’t get to say anything Brucie Wayne!”

“No way!” Steph wheezed out as she clutched her stomach.

“Stop trying to corrupt him already!” Dick stammered out mid-laugh.

Alfred sighed as he watched Jason and Danny jump to defend themselves, but the others not letting them get a word in edgewise.

Damian had merely raised a brow at Danny’s notion, but as he took in Father’s fond, subtle smile, Duke’s bewildered chuckling…

…Dick tightly grasping Tim, both clutching each other to keep steady as they howled in laughter.

Barbara’s low laughter as she took a video, with Cass wiping tears from her eyes beside Babs’ wheelchair.

Steph pointing an accusing finger at Jason, who still had an arm around Danny…

Danny…Having him around might be beneficial. If only so he can accept offers of skipping a day of school more often to join family gatherings.

Tick, Tock. The clock smiled. All is as it should be.

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Very quick, very rushed and probably not as dramatic as OP wanted but it was fun. But i will take any chance to spread Dad!Jason propaganda.

god you know what i am an absolute sucker for? dramatic reveals.

those just scratch my brain beyond belief, like imagine in the dp x dc world, doesn't really matter how they know each other but Danny is over at the Wayne's house (neither of them knows each others secret ids) so then say some big bad ghost comes out, maybe undergrowth or something, and Danny getting scared cause last time he saw undergrowth he watched his friends and family get taken over by the ghost, seeing them used as plant food, and get scared because here's this nice, loving, sweet family about to be fertilizer, so secret identities be damned he's going to protect his new friends. So he just looks back at them and yells at them to stay back, while he flies up and starts beating this plant, maybe some of the batfam get over their shock or whatever and help out Danny.

God dramatic reveals that have a later awkward or weird explanations just have a place in my heart <3