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The one where the team realizes Robin is in fact a real boy

For some reason, the other members of the young justice team never seem to realize that Robin actually has a life outside the vigilante gig. He mostly only ever talks about training in the batcave, new gadgets he’s working on, complaining about Gotham rogues. They sort of forget that there’s a real kid behind the mask.

So it’s kind of like a bucket of water being dumped over their heads when they witness him actually acting like a normal kid.

“You have a test tomorrow,” they hear Batman say, followed immediately by a groan from Robin. “It’s time to go home.”

“Ten more minutes!”

“Not ten more minutes,” Batman says. “Now. Dinner, study, then bed.”

“Can’t I just skip tomorrow?”

“Absolutely not. School is important.”

“Says the drop out.”

“That’s not the same and you know it!” Batman says quickly. “Keep stalling, and your PlayStation gets locked up all weekend.”

“Fine,” Robin whines, stomping towards the zeta tubes.

And the entire Mount Justice is quiet after they leave, the team not quite sure what they just saw.

“Wait,” Wally stutters, his fingers pointing between where Robin and Batman just were and the zeta tubes they disappeared into. “Does that mean - Robin goes to school?”

“I assumed he was like, homeschooled. Or, like,” Artemis stumbles over the words, not quite sure how to explain her thoughts.

“I thought he was a ninja or something,” Conner says.

Kaldur just sort of shakes his head at all of them. He’s apparently the only one who didn’t think their youngest team member was some sort of robot or cryptid. Maybe because the first time he met Robin, he’d been whining to Batman about how his weeknight crime fighting curfew should be extended to 3am, and Batman actually laughed and told him “nice try, but no way.”

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The Batfam definitely has a group chat called "Official Mission Communications ONLY" that Bruce created with the strictest instructions about its purpose.

It lasted exactly 12 hours before Dick sent a meme.

Now it's just chaos, but Bruce never leaves because secretly it's how he keeps tabs on everyone.

Every few weeks he'll respond to 74 messages of nonsense with a single "Focus." and everyone behaves for approximately 5 minutes.

The real mission communications happen in individual texts directly to Bruce, who feels a tiny spark of relief each time his phone pings with "OFFICIAL MISSION CHAT (217 unread messages)" because it means they're all still alive enough to be annoying.

Occasionally in the middle of arguments about cereal rankings and who stole whose equipment, Bruce will just type "Status?" and everyone immediately responds with their location and condition. No one ever comments on this ritual, but everyone participates without fail.

Even Jason, who once replied "bleeding out in an alley but the cereal argument is worth it" which resulted in five vigilantes converging on his location in under three minutes.

The most treasured screenshot in Tim's blackmail folder is from the one time Bruce accidentally sent "proud of you all" at 3:42 AM after a particularly rough night. No one has ever mentioned it directly, but Damian has it printed and hidden in his sketchbook.

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Sorrow of the Regent

DP x DC Prompt

Jazz had been helping her parents as well as her brothers best friends break into a GIW base to rescue her brother. The GIW had caught him while he was on a rare time alone while he was doing something related to his training to become the Ghost King.

Jazz was the second best fighter of them all, with her mom being the best. She had to make sure that none of the GIW had come from behind the group as they made their way to where Danny was being kept. She was doing just that when all of a sudden, she was somewhere else, surrounded by the Justice League. Jazz is the most trusted person in Danny's little circle of bonds, which had automatically made her Queen Regent. She's the most mature as well as the oldest, Danny was just starting to trust his parents when they accepted him as Phantom, so they couldn't become Regent.

She begged them to send her back, but none of them listened. J'onn was doing something else, so he wasn't around to read her mind to confirm her story.

It isn't until Fright Knight had came to pick her up with the help of Clockwork from the Justice League's location. They tried to stop her from being taken, as to them, she was a civilian that had been summoned instead of the Ghost King, none of them knew that she was Queen Regent, not even her or Danny did, the Ghosts had just expected them to automatically know, which is why she isn't told until now, as she is holding the baby that was once her brother, and crying over the deaths of her parents and Danny's friends.

She has a new identity, and Danny has one as well, with his legal name being Danny instead of Daniel. Amity isn't safe anymore, and the only other place for her to stay in to help Danny grow up healthy is Gotham. She doesn't like that she has to live in a place with a core Justice League member watching over crime there, but she has no choice, she'll do it for Danny.

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The art history version of “you’d look prettier if you smiled more”

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DPxDC It's Complicated

We've all seen the 'we have your son' trope done with both Bruce and Batman, but I've been thinking about it, and, hear me out, let's give it more flavor.

Bruce gets a call, and it's the usual 'we have your son, follow out orders or he dies', but the orders are not money. It's 'find us this other kid, and we'll trade your child for him'.

While that is an unusual demand, there's another thing: the child on the picture that the kidnappers sent Bruce looks exactly like Damian, sans the eye color. And he's smiling, but that's irrelevant right now. A clone? A decoy? A fake?

Oracle runs a face recognition and finds out that the kid's name is Daniel Fenton, and the record says he's been dead for two months now, buried in the local cemetery of Amity Park, Illinois. Have the kidnappers gone mad with grief? But, wait, there are several 'missing' reports that have been filed after the boy's death, submitted by Jasmine Fenton — the kid's sister — and Vlad Masters, the town's mayor? What does he have to do with the kid?

Meanwhile, Tim is sitting tied up in some warehouse, surrounded by Vlad and a dozen of his carbon copies. Is this man some kind of a meta with duplicating abilities? Why did he even decide to use such a weird scheme when contacting police, FBI, or hell, even the Justice League, would have been so much more effective?

It's just confusing all around.

But Vlad has good reasons! He really does, he swears!

The thing is, it's all his fault. If he didn't fund the GIW in the first place, none of this would have happened. The agents in white wouldn't have outed Danny for being Phantom and wouldn't have taken him away. Maddie and Jack wouldn't have rejected their still alive, just different, son, and wouldn't have put an empty casket in a grave with Daniel's name.

Police won't be searching for a person when they know they are already dead and buried. Justice League, who stands for all that's good and fair, won't go against a government agency that stands for the very same thing.

Which leaves Vlad to find other solutions. Like stealing a rich kid and making his even richer daddy do all the work.

If only said rich kid would stop talking.

Wait, what do you fucking mean 'that picture looks like my brother'?

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Just came up with a crack fic idea.

It’s a soulmate AU where the name of your romantic soulmate is on your right wrist and your enemy on your left wrist.

The names appear whenever they first speak to eachother.

Eddie calls the ‘king’ and asshole and, would you look at that, Steve’s name appears on his left wrist. He already dislikes Steve so it’s not a suprise.

Except it’s not his left wrist.

It’s actually his right, Eddie is just a dumbass and doesn’t realize he got his directions wrong.

Steve gets his in Rick’s cabin and just starts flirting with Eddie who is trying his best to keep up his glare.

Steve is trying to get Eddie in private to talk. Eddie resists a lot, but when they finally do, Steve starts talking about how they’re soulmates and he’s been waiting to meet his person.

Eddie’s like ‘no wtf are you talking about, ur my enemy’ and then pulls out his mark.

Steve quickly points out that that is his right wrist and Eddie turns as red as a fire truck and stops breathing for a solid minute.

They kiss and live happily ever after, but Steve never lets him live it down.

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Phantom Burger

DP x DC Prompt

Danny and his friends, as well as a lot of people, love eating at Nasty Burger. It's basically become a place to gather for the teens of Amity.

A few years after Danny became Phantom, where he is on a rocky relationship with his parents and Vlad, he had somehow gained the ownership of all branches of Nasty Burger, but not as Danny, he got the ownership as PHANTOM.

The previous owner was actually willing to give the ownership to Danny as Phantom. At first, Danny didn't know what to do with Nasty Burger, as he was currently too busy with becoming the Ghost King.

But when he is escaping his parents and Vlad and their plans with him, he remembers his claim to the Nasty Burger establishments. His regular Phantom form looks close enough to be a regular human who's got meta human abilities, so he uses that to his advantage. He will use his Phantom form, with some minor alterations, to be a man in his 20s who inherited the ownership of the business to expand the business under a new name with some changes to the menu (like making the sauce less flammable).

His first stop on expanding the new Phantom Burger establishments? Gotham.

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DPxDC The Guy

AKA "There's a problem, so Jason Todd does the whole 'I know a guy' routine except his guy is Danny Fenton. And Danny literally just stands around and yaps while Jason fixes the problem. The Batfam are like??? Who the hell is this guy??" prompt idea! Lowkey dead on main but can be read as friends! :)

This literally won't leave my brain! I just imagine how hilarious it would be if one of the Batfam had a problem, maybe their bike got messed up while on patrol, and Jason's just like don't worry about it. I know a guy. He calls up some guy named Danny and asks for a favor.

Danny shows up in civvies - just an old NASA hoodie, ripped jeans, and ratty Converse. Dick expects Danny to be a mechanic or something because he's brought a bag of tools, but instead he just deadass starts talking about his day?? And Jason takes the bag, kneels down next to Dick's bike, and works on it while Danny orbits around him yapping nonstop.

Dick's just like?? Why did you even call this guy, he's not even helping???

("Jay, what-," Dick interrupts Danny's rant about his chemistry professor's obsession with Scarecrow, only to be silenced by Jason's murderous glare from beside the motorcycle. Jason nods at Danny to continue and the guy offers a sunny smile before giving a in-depth analysis of why fear toxin is just bad weed. Dick watches from afar as Danny's monologue forces several abrupt, snorting laughs from Jason. It's a sound Dick hasn't heard for years.)

The next time it happens is at the Manor. Jason is helping Alfred cook breakfast in the kitchen; Alfred opens the pantry door and pauses.

"What?" Jason leans around Alfred to peer at the curiously empty glass jar of what was probably flour.

"We seem to have some wayward flour on our hands. How odd, as I restocked it Tuesday." Alfred's tone made it clear he knew exactly who it was (Dick, who's just visited the manor the other day to 'see his siblings', AKA to raid the pantry since he didn't want to go grocery shopping) and there would be consequences.

Jason brushes sugar off his hands and reaches for his phone, almost smiling when he says, "Don't sweat it, Alfie. I know a guy."

Twelve minutes later, Daniel Fenton knocks on the door of Wayne Manor with a bag of flour in hand and coffee from the little cafe near Jason's apartment. Tim and Steph stumble into the kitchen bleary-eyed from late night patrol about two hours later. Only to find Danny sitting at the kitchen island chatting with Alfred and Jason about the English pre-war printing processes. Jason's smile is so wide that his dimples pop against his cheeks. (Tim stares, feeling some sort of... not nostalgia exactly, but something like it. Jason looks younger, grinning wryly at Danny, a streak of flour on his chin. He looks like the old Robin, the one Tim used to take pictures of and quietly idolize. Jason looks... happy.)

It becomes a well-known habit. Sink's broken? Cat stuck in a tree? It gets to a point where the Batfam know that Jason will call Danny for increasingly ridiculous stuff.

Damian: Todd, I require assistance-

Jason: Sure, I know a guy.

Damian: Is it Daniel?

Jason:

Jason: Do you want my help or not, brat?

Except one time it's serious. End-of-the-world, intergalactic crisis, tell-your-kids-you-love-them kind of serious. Jason's hand goes to his phone even as his siblings, his father Batman, and several of the Justice League grimly debate the world's fate. Nightwing notices Jason typing at his phone before the rest do.

"Hood, you can't be serious. You can't involve a civilian in this!"

Jason ignores him and the subsequent outcries of his family, the confusion of Batman and the JL, to press the phone to his ear. This time, however, he doesn't ask for Danny. When the familiar cheeky voice calls out what's cookin', good lookin'? from the phone, Jason's voice is grim when he says, "Phantom, I need a favor."

There's silence. Then, it's almost like an abrupt change in air pressure or the undeniable crush of tectonic plates grinding together. When a green portal pulls apart the fabric of reality, Danny doesn't step out. It's Phantom, High King of Infinite Realms, Space, and Heir to Father Time, clad in regal attire with a crown of white-hot flames nestled into his hair. His steps are sure when he walks past the tense crowd of superheroes.

"You called?" Phantom asks. His unnatural Lazarus-green eyes burn into Jason, but there's a midwestern twang in his voice that's so reminiscent of Danny that Jason can't help a small huffing laugh.

Jason turns back to his family and the JL, gesturing to Danny. His family have already made the connection. Likely because Danny's accent, the subtle similarities between Danny's human appearance and his Realms appearance, and the fact that there's only one person Jason ever calls. Danny turns to the League with a bright smile and introduces himself as, "Danny Phantom, but you can call me Phantom."

(And then they kiss!! Just kidding. But Danny probably saves the world and then they go back to the Manor, much to the confusion of the batfam. The batfam are all like, wtf, Jason?? You didn't tell us the guy you've been hanging out with all the time was the freakin' King of Infinite Realms?? And Jason just shrugs, and is like, well... I guess living with him kinda desensitizes you to all the ghostly shit? That's how the batfam find out Jason and Danny are living together. Are they boyfriends?? Maybe, maybe not. But it seems suspicious that Jason's always calling Danny, seemingly just because he likes being around him, hm? ;))

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DP x DC prompt #1 pt.1

Im imagining Proto Core!Jason and Ghost King/High King!Danny met and bonded, then Jason not telling his family that he has a relationship of some sort with the whole ass High King of the Infinite Realms, and Jason calls up his fraid to help the JL and YJ with an alien invasion.

Batman: We are at a stand still. We cannot drive these aliens away on our own.

Worried looks are shared all across the Watchower meeting table.

Jason: ... I know someone.

All heads turn towards Red Hood, suspicion, and curiosity is seen in most, if not all, facial expressions.

Batman: [Eyes squinted] What do you mean you "know someone," Hood..?

Jason: I mean: My fraid can take care of this shit. [Eye roll]

Constantine: Wait ' minute, "fraid"??

Jason: Yeah, fraid, "Sad man in a fuckin trench coat."

Constantine looked baffled at the name calling, blinked twice, and promptly reached into his coat to take a swig of his flask.

Constantine: Nope. I'm not dealin' with that sober.

Batman glares at the blonde, then sighs right after.

Red Robin: Hood, what do you mean by your "fraid"?

Jason: Eh, I'll have the Magic Man explain that while I call my fiancé. Gimme a moment.

Jason walks out the doors into the hall without another word.

Nightwing: Wait - What?! "Fiancé"?!? HOOD, WAIT UP!!

Nightwing sprints after him with Red Robin in tow.

Batman silently watches as the revenant, and then the other two, walk/sprint out the door. The bat doesn't do anything except turn to stare at Constantine expectantly.

Constantine: [sigh] A'ight, bloody hell. A fraid is ghost' family. Ghosties ain't got blood relatives, so a fraid is what we refer to as "found family." What your little revenant is sayin', is that he's collected a few ghosts. And if they're gonna be able to defeat them bloody aliens, then he' ended up with some powerful mutherfucker, Batsy. All you gotta hope is that they ain't the violent type.

The JL & most of YJ: HUH???

Batman is distressed and dejected.

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Concept because fml

Slow burn where Steve and Eddie both loathe each other. But they start leaving notes in their desk for their mystery friend. Each not realizing it’s the other.

^ I get this is totally basic but what if Steve, unable to find an outlet, begins to vent about all the upside down stuff.

Eddie starts to notice shit and puts together that his mystery friend isn’t just making up an elaborate story. It’s actually happening, Hawkins is fucking cursed.

There are brutally murdered cats in the trailer park. Shit is moving in the woods and unexplainable blood streaks begin to appear. But since it’s a trailer park, nobody will help them.

Scared so shitless, Eddie works twice as hard in his classes because he needs to get the fuck out of here.

He begins to make panicked notes to his mystery friend, regaling them with all the mysterious details.

Even if these stories were some sort of prank, shit was lining up too much for him to ignore.

Suddenly he didn’t let anyone from hellfire walk home. Instead taking the extra time and gas costs to try to keep them safe.

Steve figured out who he’s been contacting and seeks Eddie out, meeting him at his spot in the woods.

They attempt to understand each other, but are interrupted by a demogorgon emerging into the clearing.

They run, managing to get back to Steve’s car, where he extracts his bat and instructs Eddie on how to kill the thing with fire as he fends it off.

Eddie is left cripplingly paranoid, eventually coaxing Steve into staying at the trailer, and sharing a bed. Because he can’t leave Wayne.

Steve and Eddie begin to patrol the woods, essentially being forced to play wack a mole with the upside down.

They bond and become damn near inseparable.

After a close call with Eddie, Steve kisses him right over the body of a freshly killed monster.

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A King and a Prince

Danny screamed.

He screamed and screamed, using his ghostly wail until his voice shattered and his throat was raw with the echoes of his own agony. He wailed even after the battle was won. After the last of the GIW had fallen, even after Vlad’s final, gasping breath had faded into silence. He wailed as Amity Park crumbled around him, as the last flickering lights of his home were swallowed by ruin.

It didn’t matter.

No one was left to hear him.

No one left to be farmed by his despair.

He had outlasted them all—the Guys in White, Vlad, even Pariah Dark himself. He had survived, clawing his way through blood and betrayal, only to realize, too late, that survival was the cruelest fate of all.

He had lost everything.

His home—reduced to rubble. His friends—gone and buried beneath the wreckage of the school. Their last standing ground from the GIW's control or maybe blissfully scattered to the winds. His family—torn apart, mom and dad dead by his hands. Not purposely but they had picked their side. Jazz dead by theirs attempting to protect him. Their laughter, the happy family they were, now just a ghost in his hollow chest. His city, his obsession, his afterlife—all ashes, all dust. And what had he gained? A crown of thorns, a throne he never wanted. The title of King Phantom, ruler of the dead, sovereign of a graveyard empire.

He built a council. He forged a government. He crafted a system that could run without him—because he could not rule, not when every decree tasted of blood, not when every whisper of his subjects sounded like the voices of the lost. Not when he was so lost.

So he vanished.

Not in triumph, not in secrecy—but in surrender. He would sleep. Finally really sleep. He would sleep for centuries, for millennia even, until the worlds forgot his name. Until the stars themselves burned cold. Until even the memory of his suffering was nothing more than a sigh in the dark. And maybe, just maybe, if he slept long enough… he would forget, too.

Fate, it seemed, had other plans.

Danny awoke to crying.

Not the wailing of the long-dead, nor the hollow sobs of forgotten spirits—but the raw, shuddering pleas of someone new. A voice too young, too broken, gasping between tears:

"Please—"

"Dad, I’m sorry—"

"B, you promised—"

Danny blinked slowly, his limbs heavy from his long sleep. His mind swam in fog, his body sluggish, as if moving through deep water. But the sound, a sound too familiar to ignore, pulled him forward, guiding him through the mist of his own exhaustion until he found the source—a boy.

A small, bloodied thing in a torn costume of green and red and gold, hunched over his own grave.

Danny’s chest ached.

Oh.

A newly dead. A child. One so much like him, once. Danny watched him for awhile. Days maybe? It had been such a long time since he had needed to keep track of time... He stepped closer, his voice soft as settling dust. "Hey."

The boy jerked upright, his masked face streaked with inky tears. "You—you can see me?"

Danny huffed a quiet laugh. "Oh, so he does talk."

The boy stared, trembling, his breath hitching. Danny knelt—not too close, not too far—and tilted his head. "My name’s Danny. What about you?"

The boy opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. "My name? My name is… My name is…?" His voice cracked, panic rising like a tide. "My name—my name—?" He didn't remember. Not many ghostlings did.

"Hey, hey," Danny murmured, reaching out—not to touch, but to offer. With a thought, he summoned a little blob ghost, its form wobbly and bright, and placed it gently in the boy’s lap. The creature nuzzled against him, purring like a gooy contented cat. The boy’s hands stilled. Then, hesitantly, he began to pet it.

Danny smiled. "A name doesn’t have to be a name," he said softly. "It can be anything you’d like."

The boy swallowed. "...Robin," he whispered. "I’m Robin."

"Robin," Danny repeated, like it was something precious. "It’s good to meet you, kid."

A beat of silence. Then, small and scared:

"Am I dead?"

Danny’s core clenched. He let himself float just a little, settling cross-legged in the air, making himself smaller, lesser. "You are," he admitted gently. "I’m sorry, Robin."

The boy—Robin—choked on a sob. "Is that why Dad wouldn’t—why he didn’t—?" Danny didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. Robin crumpled.

Without thinking, Danny reached out and gathered him close, tucking the boy against his chest the way Jazz had once held him so very long ago—after bad nights, after bad fights, after the world had been too much. "I know," he murmured, rocking him slightly. "I know. It sucks. It’s not fair. But you’re not alone, okay? Never alone." Robin shuddered, his tiny fists clutching Danny’s cloak of stars. Danny felt the threats forming, a soul bond. He had had one will Elle, with clockwork, with few others. A bond of trust.

Danny didn’t hesitate. He let his ecto unwind, warm and golden green and royal, and carefully, so carefully, began to mend the fractures in Robin’s soul. The pain, the fear, the jagged edges of a death too soon and too violent. The death of someone trying to be a hero—he took them into himself, replacing the hurt with quiet, with safety. Slowly, Robin’s breathing evened. His weight grew heavy against Danny’s shoulder.

Asleep.

Not that ghosts needed sleep. But children did. Danny exhaled, looking around the graveyard—at the other small, lost shades watching from the shadows. His chest tightened.

…He could help them.

Just for today. Just for now. He could make Gotham a little lighter. And maybe, just maybe, it would help Robin, too—to have something familiar.

Robin followed Phantom like a shadow—or, more accurately, like a small, determined firefly, darting after the king’s trailing cloak as he moved through Gotham’s gloom. Honestly the child was a little beacon of light. Bright like a little firefly.

At first, he simply watched.

Phantom moved like a whisper between worlds—guiding lost shades toward peace, nudging lingering spirits toward unfinished business, even coaxing the living, stubborn bleeding-hearted vigilantes, into just the right places at just the right times. They never knew they were being helped, of course. But Robin saw.

And slowly, he began to copy.

A nudge here—a whisper there. A flicker of movement to draw a grieving widow’s eye to a hidden letter. A gentle tug on a cape to steer a batarang just wide enough to avoid a fatal blow. Gotham, ever so slightly, began to brighten.

And so did Robin. So much brighter than the dead boy Danny had met. He had even taught the boy to change his form from his one in death to a Robin in life. He was so much brighter not covered in blood and debris..

Phantom watched, warmth curling in his core, as the boy—his little prince—blossomed. Robin laughed as he flew, spinning through the air like a fallen leaf caught in the wind. He chattered to the other ghosts, coaxing even the shyest shades out of their hiding spots. He guided lost souls with a patience that belied his age, his voice soft but steady—"It’s okay, you’re safe now"—and when they finally faded into peace, he turned to Phantom with stars in his eyes.

"Did you see! I did it on my own!"

Phantom ruffled his hair. "Yeah, kid. I saw."

And oh, the way Robin glowed.

He was happy here. Happy to help, happy to fly, happy to tuck himself under Phantom’s arm after a long night and murmur about all the things he’d seen, all the people he’d saved. Gotham was still dark. But now, there were pinpricks of light—like stars or tiny, stubborn sparks—where before there had been none. And at the center of them all, brighter than any ghost light, was Robin.

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Interviewer, catching Damian in costume: Robin! Can you explain the process of picking up Robin or passing on the mantle?

Damian, mildly annoyed at Bruce at the moment: It's quite simple. Batmam steals young children from their bed, usually nine or ten or so. Then he takes you to his lair and give you a deal.

Damian: If you can beat him in a game of your choosing, he will train you to be Robin. If you lose, you are eaten. I beat him in a classic fencing game. He's quite good with swords, but he wasn't very good with the sport itself.

Tim, standing next to him: Yeah, I beat him at a memory card game. I like totally cheated, but I'm too old for him to eat now, so ot doesn't matter.

Damian, nodding: Yes. The worst part of the job is disposing of failed Robins bones. He usually sucks them clean and leaves them all over the floor.

Tim: Yeah, its messy. But after you hit, like 15 he stops trying to eat you, so that's cool.

Damian: I have not yet reached 15. I'm still in danger. If you have more questions, ask Nightwing, as he was the first to avoid being eaten.

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Same interviewer, at a different date: Mr. Nightwing. Is it true Batman tries to eat potential Robins?

Dick, who has no idea what she's taking about: Yeah, it's really scary. His jaw unhinges like a snake.

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bc of my crack fic people have been sending me every manner of Grinch x Tony the Tiger headcanon……who wants to hear the one that finally snapped me like a tennis player’s tendon

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Its a terrifying scene. The camera angle revealing parts of a science lab straight out of hell. Kitchen knifes and scalpels lay dripping on a table.

On the dissection table- because thats all it could be- lays a small child. Small but noticable gills on the neck, the occasional fleck of scales and webbed fingers mark them as merfolk.

Viewers watch on in horror as the table is bloodied. A steady incision made in the left leg. The Justice League had been contacted but there was no indication they would make it in time to help.

A large Bang! went off in the background of the video, clearly catching the duo off guard. The man turned to his (wife?) with a weird moniter in his hands going off the charts and with an excited yelp they both took off running up the steps that were just barely in frame behind them.

A few long moments later, two teens sneak into the lab. The boy rushed over to unchain their parents 'test subject' while the girl kept watch.

Freshly released limbs had bloody wounds rubbed into the pinned down areas and quiet whispers of empathy were only just picked up by the audio. One of the viewers pointed out that the boy himself had scars in similar places.

The boy picked up the kid and the trio quickly slipped away out of camera view. Soft thuds mark their escape from the house, seemingly unaware of the Livestream their parents were apparently trying to make.

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The story makes international news and leaves everyone on high alert. Government agencies scramble to prove they had no connection to the couple, the GIW undergos mass arrest when their names Maddie and Jack Fenton come up on their payroll. A channel is made to document any sightings of the kids.

The first one is posted after a day. It's security footage from a fast food restaruant. Four teens- the two from before plus a goth and someone named ''Tucker''- along with the comparitively tiny Mer sit in a booth. ''Tucker'' and "Sam'' argue about possible dietary restriction before seemingly ordering one of everything. There is soup, and a burger, the largest cup filled with water they could find in the back, chicken tenders and salad.

When the server goes to deliver everything, the four watch them like hawks, understandable given the previous day.

(Did any of them even know Half the world knew what went down? )

(Did any of them know how Aquaman was taking the news of one of his subjects being injured like that? )

( Did any of them realize that their choice to protect the kid was one of the main reasons war hadn't been declared yet on the human race?)

Jasmine is heard softly encouraging the tiny Mer to eat something, anything and eventually the soup is downed and apparently liked enough that she gets up to order more.

Right before they leave, while under the relative safety of a roof, they swap the bandages wrapped around most of the kids leg and arms and slowly tell them about future plans despite the fact that they probably can't understand the language.

(Jasmine points at a laptop screen filled with a view of the ocean. "We" she circles the group with her pinky "are going there to get you home." The atlantian can't speak english but the way their eyes light up and they relax further into Sams side shows they understand the basic message)

(The sight- of the child definitely scared but trusting them enough to get so close- helps calm the atlantians with access to the internet. Somewhere Aquaman finds himself able to breathe slightly easier.)

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Technus made a VR headset! It's being sold to ghosts, as a ghost-only product, and Danny is very excited.

It's powered by the users ecto, and has been peer reviewed by not just Point Dexter, but also Walker and Ember and the Box Ghost. It's not a trap!

It's just Technus raking in payment in the form of old and new tech from across all dimensions for his lair in return for one of the headsets!

Danny makes sure the anti-ghost system in the house is off, that his door is locked, and slips on the VR headset in preparation for something phenominal. So far, there's only one game, but it's very popular among ghosts.

[Welcome, User P H A N T O M. Please select a sigil to determine your starting point.]

Danny selects the picture of...hmm. What to choose, what to choose.

He chooses...the lightning bolt.

Danny blinks and he's staring up at a strange woman.

Danny very quickly finds out that while this game is super popular with ghosts, for someone like Danny, who's half living? Kind of boring.

Because it's a life simulator.

It's like if a bunch of orcs and wizards played DnD, but the game was about working in an office.

In this particular simulation, he's the son of a single mother, who he apparently takes after; black hair, blue eyes. When he grows up he isn't gonna look any different from how he does IRL.

Sooo...no character customization. Damn.

He gets named Daniel, because obviously?

His life is painfully mundane; he has no powers, he's just an average human. Which is a pity, because in this world/server there's other heroes with super powers, and he would have loved to have been able to join in on their shenanigans.

He wakes up. He plays. He eats. He goes to sleep.

Then he gets old enough to go to school, which. Ugh. Not again.

New routine. wake up, school, go home, snacks, homework, sleep.

He makes a few friends, but not really. It's hard to be friends with NPCs, after all.

Then he hits ten, and uh.

He has a power?

Super speed. He has super speed.

His mother breaks down crying when she sees him disappear and reappear on the other side of the room.

He's the second Flash's son, who said man has no idea exists.

After that is a whirlwind of trying to pretend he doesn't have powers, slipping up, getting involved in a fight, outing himself, getting him and his mom absorbed into the Flash family by osmosis, and after about five more years, he's essentially forgotten that this is a VR game.

Then his dad is about to take a hit, and Danny dives in front, tanking it.

Danny dies in his father's arms, only for the oncoming peace of death to be interrupted with

[GAME OVER. ONE TIME USAGE COMPLETE.]

Danny bolts upright, hands on his chest, panting.

Wait, game over? Right, right, the VR headset.

No, wait...one time usage?! What a rip off!

Danny hides his grief at losing his NPC family behind the rage of the one time usage, and pretends the tears leaking out of his eyes are from fury.

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Wally clutches the broken body of his son, trying so, so hard not to snap.

He'd only had Danny for five years.

Five fucking years. He'd missed most of Danny's life, and...and because of one stupid fucking mistake, because he hadn't been good enough...

Wally feels his body begin to distort, the Speedforce responding to his rage with an otherworldly indifference to what rules of reality his body is supposed to obey.

Danny has to be alive, in at least one reality.

Wally is going to find him, consequences be damned.

TLDR; Technus makes a one time use headset for ghosts to get to live another life, and neglects to mention that it's actually temporarily removing their consciousness and placing it into people who otherwise wouldn't be alive.

Danny thinks it was just a game.

To his grieving Speedster father he gained in that reality, however, it very much was not a game, and the man is currently on his way to Danny's home reality after going on a grief bender that would make Batman blush.

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WE HAVE TO TALK ABOUT THIS SCENE

Bc okay you’re Jinshi right? You’re a 18-20something year old noble who just a WEEK ago had to fire this amazing, intelligent, perplexing girl who you’re lowkey crushing on. It was devastating but it’s what she wanted.

And in the midst of your wallowing you have to go play your part at some party the high ranking officials are throwing and you can’t even bother pretending to enjoy it bc you’re still mourning the loss of this awe-inspiring girl. Then this servant comes up to you and you tell her politely to bug off…

And then ITS HER

The very cause for your sorrows. And she looks pretty, not her normal self but still very pretty. And wait…this is a party for consorts. Why is she at this party for consorts???

AND SHE TELLS YOU NOT TO WORRY BC SHES NOT SELLING HER BODY OFF YET. BUT YOURE FREAKING OUT BC YOU THOUGHT YOU LET HER GO SO SHE COULD BE FREE TO BE SMART AND SUCCESSFUL BUT SHES WORKING AT A BROTHEL????

So yeah you’re going to buy her out immediately! You’d buy her out a hundred times if you had to. Oh my god, it’s all your fault she even had to reduce herself to this.

She wanted to stay?? She thought she was bargaining her position and you fired her like an idiot.

Oh my god.

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ive gotten so much mileage out of this tweet. every time i see something on the internet that makes me mad i just think to myself "people in real life: hey man how's it going" and i keep it pushing