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[ailithnight]

Y'know the old internet rule, Do Not Feed The Trolls?

In a similar vein, Do Not Eat The Rage Bait.

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Dash, now a Junior, has had a Realization. Fenton does not weigh nearly enough.

He was doing his usual thing, picking on the dweeb but toned down because he's Maturing With Age, when he decided to pick Fenton up. Just to make fun of him for being short, that was all.

But Fenton weighs practically nothing.

Fenton wriggled out of his grip and scurried away with his friends, but Dash couldn't stop thinking about how...concerning. That was.

Dash starts looking up nutrition.

Starts paying attention in Health Class.

Starts watching cooking channels to learn how to cook.

Starts making more food than he can eat, balanced nutritionally for Fenton, and sitting menacingly in front of the dweeb until said dweeb ate the whole thing.

Starts stalking up behind Fenton and shoving snacks into his backpack, with whispered threats against his wellbeing if he didn't eat them.

Dash, over the course of his Junior year, becomes the school's most terrifying fitness coach the student body have ever seen.

And he charges everyone for his services; except Fenton.

He's decided forcing Fenton to be healthy is his new, socially acceptable way of bullying him.

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Wasn't the 'don't grocery shop hungry' thing debunked?

I vaguely recall some article or study or something where they found that actually you should shop hungry cause it puts your brain in proper nutrient seeking mode or something. Something something you're more likely to get food that will be filling and nourishing something.

Everyone warns you agaist going to the supermarket hungry, but nobody tells you about the dangers of going there too full: I do not want any of these things, for I will never require any food at all!

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Shock Delivered

[ continuation 1 / 2 / 3 ]

I gotta say, ever since @eva-dragon wrote this fic inspired by my previous posts, i’ve been itching to continue drawing this. but like,,,if i inspired them which then in turn inspired me… who is making fanwork of who??? i guess we’ll never know.

[ailithnight]

New Batman rogue called Rerun (or maybe Remix? hmm); whose entire schtick is using old tricks and ideas from other rogues (especially those that are reformed or otherwise no longer a problem) to mix and reuse.

Ex: mixes a bunch of old pollen from Ivy with some old strain of fear toxin and gasses the children's hospital.

Motivation: Someone who grew up following the Bats' activity like it was their Saturday morning cartoons when they were a kid. Now grown up and wants to 'rewatch' some of those old 'stories' again.

Mostly just a blank character, perfect for fanfic purposes, to use various older Batman tropes without having to regress beloved character developments.

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Half of Gotham is run by villains/criminals/mobsters and the other half by uber rich high society capitalist assholes with zero value for human life (Bruce is an outlier adn therefore is not counted).

Who are you working for?

it would explain so much about Gotham economics if it turned out the only employers who pay a livable minimum wage are 1) Wayne Enterprises duh, but mainly 2) all of Gotham's assorted villains.

sure henching comes with shitty working conditions, but the benefits package is crazy competitive. they have dental

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Danny: *points at himself* Blorbo. *points at Dan* Poor Little Meow Meow. *points at Dani* Sinnamon Roll.

Dan and Ellie: *nod sagely* Truth. Truth.

Vlad: What are you saying?!? What the Havarti are you saying?!?

Danny: *points at Vlad* Karen.

Dan and Ellie:

Vlad: ???????

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Danny/Red Hood, Cold

@ohlooh

The world was full of weird. Good weird, bad weird, just plain weird weird… it was everywhere if you knew where to look. In Gotham, a person didn’t really have to look very far or hard to find it. Weird was in Gotham’s bones. It was in Gotham’s water and soil and souls. Gotham was weird, all the sorts of weird.

Red Hood had seen more than his fair share of weird. He had added to the weird. At this point, he was pretty sure that the weird was in his own bones, beaten into them by a crowbar and saturated from his time in Gotham’s soil.

He wasn’t sure about his soul.

He didn’t know if he had one left.

Finding his mechanic, barefoot and in his boxers, stood out in the light snowfall in front of his shop wasn’t a weird that Jason was expecting.

Now, Danny being weird was expected. Jason had known that Danny was weird from the first moment he had met the man. Mostly Danny was a good weird, rarely a bad weird, but always weird weird. The thing about Danny, his weird was a different sort of weird than Gotham.

It made Danny standout.

Taking Danny in as his mechanic had been as much for Red Hood’s benefit as for Danny’s— at least Jason could protect him like this.

It was never good to standout in Gotham.

Jason walked his bike the rest of the way towards Danny, not that the guy seemed to notice. All of his attention was on the snowflakes gathering, slightly melting, in his palm. They clung to his hair, like scattered stars, dusted across his freckled shoulders, and caught on Danny’s scars. Caught on messily healed burns, jagged stab wounds, and the large, gruesome Y that crossed his chest.

“Danny?”

Of course no response. That would be too easy for the shit show tonight had been.

Jason parked his bike inside the open garage and then came back. He waved a hand in front of Danny’s face. Touching Danny was always a gamble, much less when he wasn’t aware. Jason had been bitten for it before and very thankful for the leather he wore as Red Hood. The fucker had sharp teeth. He supposed at least he had them on right then too.

Telegraphing his movement as much as possible, Jason rested a hand over Danny’s.

“Fuck! You’re freezing Danny! How long have you been standing out here like this?” Jason snapped. He rubbed his hands up and down Danny’s frozen shoulder’s trying to work some heat into him.

“Hood?”

“Yeah, me, you fucking— what are you doing out here like this, you’re freezing!”

“I know… Hood… I know. I can…�� Finally Danny looked up from his hands, eyes wide. Not just wide, terrified. He leaned in, whispering like it was a secret. “I can feel the cold. They really did it, didn’t they? They took it from me.”

Masterpost

Feel Free to continue this one if you want!

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...I played myself I see.

Catching Cold... the start or something

“Danny, dude, where have you been? You haven’t been answering your phone or anything?” Tucker asked, sliding into the desk next to Danny.

Danny frowned a little, head tilted. “Oh, my phone…? I don’t know where it is. Sorry.”

“Are you sure you should be back at school? I know you’ve been trying harder and it’s senior year and all, but you look sick. I’m sure you can miss some more days,” Tucker reached out to press his hand against Danny’s forehead.

The warmth felt good against the clammy skin and Danny felt his eyes closing. He wished he could go back to bed. He felt like he hadn’t slept for weeks even though Mom had said he’d been sick in bed for a few days. Something about that…

“But can Phantom?” Sam asked. She dropped town into the seat in front of them, arms crossed over the back of the seat.

“Sam!”

“Look, I get it,” she said with a roll of her eyes, “But Boxy wrecked the post office last night and that’s just Boxy. What if a real ghost had attacked? Where was Phantom?”

Why did she ask that so pointedly? Danny blinked, trying to scrap together his scattered thoughts.

He yawned widely.

“I don’t know… Mom…” Half a memory played at the edges of Danny’s mind. “I think Mom said he was gone or something? No, um, wouldn’t be a problem anymore? So people should be safe from him.”

His friends didn’t look comforted like he thought they would at the news.

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AN/: Filled a prompt (Dead on Main + adj.). Made it worse. Took joy in the suffering that I caused.

Now I'm here.

Welp.

(Yes, it is okay to still fill the base prompt with your ideas too! But this and future catching cold parts are not part of the prompt!)

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Catching Cold, rest of the start

wc: 800, Masterpost cw: bad parents Jack and Maddie, dissociation

It kept being weird.

Sam kept asking him questions about Phantom and what his mom had said. When he escaped outside, just to get away from her frowning at him, Tucker stuck to his heels, refusing to leave him alone. Danny pretended to sleep just to avoid Tucker’s worried looks.

“How was school, honey?” Maddie asked as soon as Danny stepped in the door, like she had been waiting for him to get home. It was weird to actually be greeted when he got home.

Everything was weird, weird, weird.

“Um, good. I’m tired though, so I’m just going to go…” he motioned up towards his bedroom.

Her brows furrowed and she frowned like something had annoyed her, then she swept it all away with a forced smile. “Go change something to sleep in. I’ll bring up some medication and some fudge, okay honey?”

“Okay Mom,” Danny agreed.

The green, ghost patterned pajama pants were soft… comfortable, but Danny felt off as he scrubbed his palms over them. It was like he’d woken up to a world where everything had been moved two inches to the left and felt wrong.

“Take this,” his mom said when she came into the room. She had a test tube filled with noxious blue in one hand and a little plate of fudge in the other. She set the fudge down on the side table. “And then you can have some fudge and rest.”

She reached out, sweeping her gloved hand through his hair. The thick rubber felt sticky and impersonal. When was the last time he had felt his mom’s skin?

“Okay Mom,” Danny forced out again, swallowing back the sudden feeling of tears in the back of his throat.

As soon as Maddie left the room, Danny got up and poured the medication down the bathroom drain. He watched as the bright blue swirled against the white sink, washed away by the water. He didn’t know why he did that. It was medication, right? Mom had given him it. He wanted to feel better.

But looking at the viscous medication had made him feel sick.

Mom had said to…

“Danny honey, you okay?”

“Yeah Mom, just getting a drink of water,” Danny called out. The lie came easily.

Why was it so easy to lie to her?

It was weird.

It was all weird.

His dad hovered around him that evening, ectoblaster strapped to his leg. His mom gave him more medicine. This one he couldn’t dump out. He took it. It made him feel like his insides were melting away. Not, like, his stomach, but something in the thick of his chest.

He couldn’t find his phone still.

Tucker kept checking on him at school.

Sam kept asking about Phantom.

Jack hovered.

Maddie gave him medication.

His insides burned.

It was weird.

He needed to… he needed to…

The class bell rang, a sharp sound that cut across Danny’s lack of focus. Last period Chemistry and Danny remembered none of it.

He shoved his books in his battered purple backpack and left quickly. Tucker had Biology instead, a class that Danny couldn’t stomach the thought of, so Danny was alone in the hallway. His feet carried him away from where their lockers were, heading out the back door of the building instead. He dodged Dash and his football cronies, head down.

He just had to keep walking.

The old sports shack loomed, tucked behind the row of temporary classroom buildings that had been around since before Danny had been in school. His hands knew just how to jiggle the lock to pop it open. Dust bloomed as he shoved aside mostly broken hockey sticks, deflated basketballs, and old volleyball netting.

There was a duffel bag under it all. Several, actually, but one was just the wrong shade of blue. The dirt was a little too even. The strap looked strong and new. Danny grabbed it.

That spot in his chest thudded— an aching pain that almost made him topple over. It wasn’t just weird it was wrong.

Wrong, wrong, wrong.

By the time that Danny came back to himself he was walking past rows of corn taller than he was. Dusk was setting in. He raised his arm as bright headlights flashed behind him, almost blinding him. The hiss of brakes were loud and then a window rolled down.

“You okay kid? You need a ride?”

Danny blinked up and up to the driver leaning over in the semi truck cab. Their face was lined and tanned from hours driving into the sun, but their eyes looked kind. Kind and worried.

Maybe they should be worried about him.

Everything was wrong.

Danny swallowed back the bile that was burning at his throat. “Um, yeah. Yeah. A ride sounds good. Wherever you’re headed.”

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AN: *whistles innocently* look I gave you cute already today with not!writing!

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Catching Cold, Part 3

WC: 1061, Masterpost

CW: Past vivisection, general discussion of wounds, bad parents Jack and Maddie

The duffel bag had a full med kit in it.

Danny was grateful for it, beyond grateful, but why did the bag have a full med kit in it? Why did Danny know where the bag was? Why did it have clothing that fit him and extra shoes and a wad of cash? Danny stuffed the cash back into the sock he had found it in and opened the med kit.

It was very, very well stocked. He was past when he should change his bandages, really. His chest pulled as he peeled off his shirt and he bit back a noise at the pain. Maybe sitting in the truck the whole day hadn’t been the best for him. His bandages looked clean at least, no seepage.

He had just gotten the wrappings off and was gently cleaning the wound when there was a knock at the door.

“You in there, kid?” It was Midge, the driver Danny had been riding with.

“Yeah?”

“Can I come in? Got some stuff for you.”

“Um, sure.”

The door opened and Midge froze at the threshold. “Jesus, kid. Who the fuck did that to you?”

Danny stared at his chest in the mirror. It really did look gruesome, he supposed, reddened skin still stitched together, cut in a y from collar bone to sternum and down the center of his chest. Everything around it looked like one massive bruise.

“I had to have surgery,” Danny mumbled.

“Yeah? What for?” Midge asked, edging a little closer, like Danny was some wounded animal.

Maybe he was.

He felt like one.

He shook his head. “Sorry, what?”

“What was the surgery for, kid?”

Danny opened his mouth then slowly closed it. He… It… his brows furrowed. He shook his head. “I don’t know. It happened suddenly. My parent said we’d talk about it when I was better.”

“The doctor didn’t explain?”

He shrugged. It pulled at the wound. “I don’t remember a hospital.” Was that weird? That was weird. “I went to sleep at home and woke up about a week later back in my bed.”

Midge didn’t say anything, just watched Danny’s reflection with their expressive brown eyes. Finally they gave a decisive little nod. “Okay, kid. I got you some shampoo, soap, and deodorant. The showers are through that door. You got a change of clothing?”

Danny nodded.

“Okay. I don’t have room in my cab for you to sleep, but Kenny is in the stop too and Paul isn’t with him, so he’s got room for you on a bunk in his cab. You want to head out with me when I leave?”

“You’ll let me?” Danny blurted out, too surprised by the offer to just accepted.

Midge’s eyes softened. “Yeah, ‘course. You said wherever I was going and my haul isn’t done yet. If you want to go with me, seat’s still yours.” They set the small bottle of shampoo, bar of soap, and tube of deodorant on the top of his duffel bag.

Danny stared at the little collection of items and had to blink back tears. “I, yeah. Thanks.”

“Okay. Clean up. I’ll meet you in the diner part of this joint in fifteen or so.”

“Thanks, Midge.”

“Sure kid.”

It took Danny a good few minutes just to gather himself enough to head into the shower room to quickly clean off. As he re-bandaged his chest with too practiced hands, his mind spun.

He didn’t remember a hospital, not for a single moment.

His parents were keeping something from him.

The stitches were in the same neat rows that his mother used to use stitch up his broken stuffed animals with.

Danny rushed to the toilet and threw up what little was in his stomach.

What had they done to him?

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Midge was sitting in one of the peeling linoleum booths, looking freshly showered and talking to another driver. Danny tugged on the edge of his hoodie as their eyes turned to him.

“Kid, over here.”

Danny shuffled over. He sat down across from midge, tucking the duffel bag next to him. He’d stuffed what could be useful from his backpack into it and thrown away the rest. He wouldn’t need that chemistry textbook anymore.

“Kid, this is Kenny. Kenny, the kid,” Midge said with a little wave between them.

“Nice to meet you, Kid,” Kenny said like it was Danny’s name. He had a big busy beard that was going grey around the edges and a kind smile. “Guess you’re bunking with me tonight.”

“Yeah, thanks for letting me…”

“No issue. Normally my man Paul rides with me, but he’s helping his sister move this week,” Kenny said. “So dropped him off in the last city and I’ll try to find a job to get back to him soon enough. They could use the time though if it takes a bit.”

“Kenny is a talker,” Midge said. Midge very much wasn’t a talker. “What do you want to eat, kid?”

“I, um, not really hungry,” Danny said. His belly flip-flopped uneasily at just the thought of food.

“They do oatmeal. How about some oatmeal?” Kenny suggested.

Oatmeal… could work. Danny gave a silted little nod.

“Great! I’ll put in an order then go get cleaned up. They’ll call for it right over there when it’s ready,” Kenny said, motioning with one of his large hands as he stood and headed off before Danny could protest Kenny paying for him.

“Kenny is a good man, so’s Paul. Them and me and others, we have this group. We look out for each other at stops and on the road. We don’t let anyone cause any shit for any of the others of us. See, we ain’t the most typical folks. Kenny and Paul are married, been together ages before that. I don’t much care about gender, mine or others. We’ve got drivers who used to be one thing an’ are now another. We’ve all found our place on the road,” Midge said. It was the most Danny had heard them talk. “If you don’t have an issue with any of that and need to stay moving, we can see you safe. Just gotta help out when asked.”

Danny’s fingers knotted in his hoodie. He had to clear his throat. “I can do that.”

“Okay. Then welcome to the Rainbow Road, Kid.”

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AN: Danny's going on a journey! Whether he wants it or not. At least he found a group willing to fiercely protect a hurt kid. He's not the first one they helped out, even if his wounds are a new level of fucked up from what they're used to.

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Batman gets one good look at Phantom, immediately recognizes his son, and proceeds to have an entire grief fueled breakdown about being too late again.

Dc x Dp story prompt pt. 2

The same vein as my other post here

But what if Damian and Danny was the same age, I really love that trope too, that they’re basically twins how close in age they are, maybe just a few days, MAX a week or so.

When Damian comes back to the family, Bruce gets a whole new kind of paranoid again. He kinda stopped the whole sleeping around phase when he got the kids, since Dick (wanting to kill people) kinda took up a lot of his free time. And after that the kids just kept coming so he didn’t really get into it again.

But then Damian came into it, and he was like “wait, have I checked the DNA database the last few years??” And goes down into the cave to do a country wide DNA analysis on DNA on file, both in police/hospitals and the whole nine yards. (Cause he’s extra like that)

And then he find that in just about the same time he was SA’ed by Talia, he got really drunk at a science charity event in Amity Park, maybe to get rid of his stress of it all, and because Bruce would rather die than cope with his problems in a healthy way, and released some energy by being with the Fenton couple, who seemed sane enough (at the time).

The Fenton’s knew that Danny was Wayne’s but then decided that they kinda just wanted him themselves, and then got really into GiW and ghost hunting, and then kinda forgot to tell Wayne.

So now Bruce has to juggle with the fact that Talia hid away Damian, and the Fentons fucking forgot to tell him that they have his son.

He goes to Amity Park to find his son, who’s basically in the same situation as Tim, barely acknowledged by his parents and left to his own devices with his sister.

Bruce being Bruce goes, welp, might as well get custody of them both. Legally he should be able to when Danny confesses to the illegal machines in the basement that killed him. So the couple is deemed unfit to care for the two, then minors.

Problem is:

Danny and Jazz doesn’t really want to leave Amity Park.

Solution:

Buy a second mansion in Amity Park and make that the home they move into, with servants vetted by the Waynes, and security on par with the White House.

They can live there until they finish school, and they’re free to choose what happens after that, go to Gotham and be with the family, maybe Gotham university, or anything else.

Bruce is just happy that they’re not in the cape business like the rest of his kids…

Danny doesn’t know Bruce is Batman, so he has to be extra careful to not expose himself as a hero to them, and also not drag them into the ghost realm and ghost fighting. And also, wtf is wrong with the ectoplasm in the Jason kid?? (He a ghost too??)

But he also really likes the idea of an actually caring family, I mean, Bruce went out of his way to not uproot his life and makes sure they can choose whatever future they want, even if that doesn’t include him. Hell he even took Jazz in, who isn’t even his kid.

His new siblings seem fun, caring and like they actually care, making an effort to help him understand that being neglected by his parents isn’t his fault. Tim and him finding comradeship in both of their experiences with it. Dick is just overly protective and seems like he’s trying to genuinely get to know him. Making sure not to pressure the two new siblings too much, but also organizing siblings bonding time.

Bruce of course doesn’t know yet that Danny is a vigilante, so he has to juggle wanting to learn about these new kids, as well as hide them away from his Brucie persona, so they can live normal lives.

He’ll just ignore the way Constantine is brushing things off his shoulders every time they’re in the watchtower together, mumbling something about a ‘dark energy’ clinging to him. But he always says weird shit.

So what happens when a giant ghost fight occurs in Amity, Bruce is notified and comes to rescue his kid in full Batman gear, Danny is gone and Jazz won’t tell him where he is, cause why the fuck does Batman care.

Danny is just confused why the entire Justice league is suddenly in Amity, and why the fuck The Batman™️ is running around looking for his human form.

Identity crisis at its finest.

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He learned from Dick.

He’s really committed to the whole “bat” thing

[ailithnight]

Perpetual Booze

an alcoholic beverage that you constantly replenish with identical mixers and alcohol, to the point where you're unsure any of the initial beverage remains. and yet it is fundamentally the same beverage as it was to begin with. the sip of theseus

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If I understand correctly, most US lawns are 1. a monoculture, and 2. many of them are of non-native grasses brought by settlers from Europe.

So... y'know, nice sentiment for the sheep, but restored biodiversity and native plants would probably be better.

what if we kept lawns but got rid of lawnmowers. that could be so funny

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(alt included)

Link to Video. (Please help Panda make money.)

Video description and transcript under the cut.

Description: TikTok video by The Panda Redd. Re-enactment of final scene of Under the Hood. All roles played by Panda (a tall, well-built young white man with a mohawk, wearing a grey hoodie). Setting is a dark basement lit only by a hanging light bulb.

Transcript.

Jason: (holding gun on Bruce) "Bruce, I forgive you for not saving me."

Batman: (glares silently)

Jason: "But why? Why on God's Earth—" (hits Joker across the face)

Joker (tied to a chair): *cackles*

Jason: "—is HE still alive??"

Joker: "AHAHAHAHAHHAHA!"

Batman:

Batman: "I'm sorry, d'you want me to be serious here or—?"

Jason: (in disbelief) "YES, Bruce! I want you to be serious right now! If he had done what he did to me to you, I would've done nothing but search the earth for this pile of death-worshipping garbage!"

Joker: "I love you too, Sugar Plum."

Batman: (holds hands up) "Okay, yeah, I get that, totally, I get that. Um. Have you tried?"

Jason: "Excuse you?"

Batman: "Have you tried to kill him yet?"

Jason: (to Joker) "Is he being serious?"

Joker: (also confused) "I'm gonna be honest with you, Junior. I don't know."

Jason: "Got it. Great." (turns back to Batman) "What the fuck does THAT mean?"

Batman: "Okay, so no, you haven't. Cool. Do it."

Jason:

Jason: (lowers gun) "What."

Batman: "Do it, cap his ass. Shoot him."

Joker: (finally rattled) "I'm gonna go with Junior here, and say...what??"

Jason: "You want me to shoot him?"

Batman: "I want someone to shoot him! Give me the gun, I'll do it!"

Jason: (mutters, brain blue screening) "What is going on right now? This should a lot harder than it is."

Batman: "C'mon, son! You decapitated like eleven people three days ago! Fuckin' do it!"

Joker: (turns to Jason quizzically) "This has gotta be some sort of test, ri—"

(BANG! Jason fires. Joker lands on the floor lifeless, eyes still open.)

Jason: "There, you happy? Jesus. Was that so hard? All of this time and it was THAT easy!"

Jason: "What the fuck is that supposed to—" (looks down at floor where the Joker was lying)

Batman: "I don't know what you're talking about 'easy'. There's nothing there." (nods at floor)

Floor: (is devoid of Joker)

Jason: (stares)

Floor: (continues to be sans anything but carpet)

Jason: "What the fuck?"

Batman: "Yeah."

Jason: "WHAT THE FUCK?"

Batman: "Take as long as you need with this."

Jason: (looking around frantically) "I just shot him! He hit the floor! What the f—" (turns back to the floor)

Floor: (is just vibin')

Jason: "Where the fuck did he go??"

Batman: "See that shit? That shit right there happens every fucking time!"

Jason: "There's not even a blood stain! It's just gone!"

Batman: "Yeah, like two days after you died, I chased him into a helicopter where he got shot like six times. The helicopter exploded and crashed into the ocean. And his body was gone before Superman could find it."

Jason: "Oh my God. I don't understand how this is even fucking possible!"

Batman: "He's like a cryptid! I don't fucking get it!"

Joker: (disembodied laughter) "AHAHAHAHA HAHAHA!"

Jason: (freaked out, turning in circles trying to find him) "Oh my God!"

Batman: "THAT OMINOUS SHIT HAPPENS TOO! I DON'T KNOW, DUDE!"

Jason: "Dude. Fuck whatever's going on here, that's some fucking bullshit."

Batman: "Thank you! Finally someone gets it!"

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JL hero, after learning the full details of why Danny can't be an astronaut, pinching the bridge of their nose: There are provisions in place for metas with healthy baselines that differ from normal humans. Please stop trying to cobble together homemade rockets in your backyard and just get him officially diagnosed by meta-specialists.

danny reveals he’s phantom to his parents and it goes well! except… they’re a little devastated. their child! their baby boy! he wanted to be an astronaut and now he can’t for medical reasons!

that just won’t do!

about a week later the justice league is getting calls from this small town in Illinois about the how the local mad scientists have suddenly changed carrier paths from ghost hunting to aerospace engineering and are now attempting to build a rocket in the back yard.

Danny can’t become an astronaut? we’ll just make him one ourselves!

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