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The bats heard that Ra's had been training a new prized assassin and set out to investigate. What they find is a meta teen orphan on the run, seemingly devoid of life and purpose. Good thing they specialize in taking in troubled orphans.

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Listen, I know it's soft sci-fi and we're not meant to think about it in depth, but also I love to imagine that Murderbot sorta just doesn't know shit about fuck when it comes to its own organic parts, like

MB: I don't take in nutrients like humans do. I don't need food or water.

Incorrect. Resupply lines are mentioned in the first book. At the most basic high-school biology level, if you need oxygen at all its because you're undergoing cellular respiration so you also need glucose. Not to mention potasium, sodium, other electrolytes and WATER!! All that shit is coming from somewhere. Either your one dinky little lung is pulling it out of the air somehow (I'd buy it for water at least) or the resupply lines function as parenteral nutrition.

MB: I don't produce waste.

Incorrect. Aerobic or anerobic, cells produce waste that needs to be filtered out of the blood, not mention cellular breakdown from trauma or natural death. Either there's some sort of internal recycling system going on, or the resupply and repair lines also function as dialysis. My bet is some combination of both.

Show MB: There's no dopamine there.

Maybe romance doesn't trigger dopamine release for you MB, in which case sure, but if you mean constructs don't have dopamine that's INCORRECT AGAIN! We know you have muscles, if you can move those muscles you have dopamine. If you have organic motivation to do ANYTHING you have dopamine. And we know you've got epinephrine, which is made in the same place as dopamine so you def have dopamine.

Show MB: Neural tissue is one of the best data transport material there is.

This one I fully fucking believe, because unlike wires you can send more than just On or Off. Neurotransmitters are so fucking complex if we could use them as WIRING!?!?!? No wonder every ship and system in MB has fucking emotions. No wonder a bot pilot can "Scream and die" when faced with killware. What the fuck is killware btfw??? Do we think it's part computer virus part datapacket that gets translated from binary to mRNA that then hijacks organic cells to fucking kill them?? Do you think there's killware that's turbo brain cancer or digital rabies??

There is so much biopunk potential hidden in the cyberpunk and I'm scrabbling for the crumbs. Martha Wells PLEASE I need ANSWERS!!!

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I think like. The thing I keep coming back to about the Murderbot show is that I cannot remember ever seeing another tv show give an “Oh” moment to platonic love.

But my god, when Murderbot shows Mensah Sanctuary Moon to help with her panic attack. You see her look at it, and you see her realize…

Yes, she has been thinking of Murderbot as a person, that’s why she went back for it at the DeltFall habitat. But it’s all been very theoretical—the way you might help a stranger up if they fall, but that doesn’t mean you want to get to know them. It doesn’t mean you’ve reckoned with their interiority.

But as Murderbot murmurs, “Breathe, breathe, breathe the crystal light” to itself, you see it all click into place for Ayda Mensah.

This terror she’s experiencing? All-consuming and confusing and soul-crushing? SecUnit has felt this. And it had to face it alone—not just in the sense that there has never been anyone to offer it comfort, but in the sense that no one even thought that it—it as an entity, it as a being capable of fear—exists.

So it found this show. And Mensah has been so pissed at it for potentially getting them all killed because it thought a stupid fucking soap opera mattered, but oh, oh, oh fuck, this show is the only thing in the universe that has ever given it comfort. This show has offered it context and escapism and asked for nothing in return. It absolutely is critical matériel.

And that brings her to now, to herself, to herself and Murderbot. This person next to her, who she is technically in possession of, who has had to claw and scrape for even a thimbleful of peace, who was only able to protect that peace by never ever ever letting anyone know it existed. She and her team have ripped away its impossibly precious privacy, exposed its secrets… and here it is handing her part of its soul anyway, because in this moment she needs it.

Because it knows what it’s like to be scared and alone, and does not want her to feel that way.

And so she falls in love, and you get to watch it happen.

My ace ass has a lot of messy feelings about love and the way it appears on screen. Few things have hit me as hard as getting to witness the exact moment Dr. Ayda Mensah’s soul met Murderbot’s and decided it was home.

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to get revenge on Tim for being a little stalker back during his Robin days, Jason just decides to stalk Red Robin. the problem is that Tim realises Red Hood is stalking him and just goes ‘ok that’s fair’ and instead of getting annoyed about it he starts treating Jason like his own personal twitch chat.

Jason: *hacking into Tim’s apartment’s security cameras*

Tim, trying to cook in his kitchen: -so what do we think, chat? is this good or should i add more salt? and what should i make for dessert, any requests?

Jason:

Jason, seeing the rest of the apartment completely empty:

Jason: we really need to give him an MRI scan.

after a while Jason just starts going along with it and it becomes less of a revenge attempt and more of a keeping-an-eye-on-my-little-brother attempt, because it’s literally the only form of surveillance on Tim from the batfamily that Tim doesn’t immediately find and destroy.

Tim will be out on patrol with no coms connected, completely alone, and he’ll still pause outside a sting job and talk to nobody just like ‘chat do you think i should go in?’ and after a moment his phone will ping and it will be Jason who as far as he knows is in fuckin italy or something on a job, just ‘do it and i’ll donate 10 dollars’ and Tim will just be like ‘bet’ and it’s completely normal for them.

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Funeral Date

When Jason was asked if he wanted to join them for a family brunch they expected a firm no or some kind of made-up excuses. What he said though was so much more heartbreaking to hear.

"Sorry, can't. My boyfriend's funeral is that day." Is all Jason says before swiftly leaving the batcave.

Which leaves everyone in shock; they didn't even know that Jason had a boyfriend to begin with. They try to get more information from Jason about how he's feeling and if they would like them to attend, but he always tells them to not get involved. That he hadn't even meant to mention said boyfriend in the first place.

In reality the funeral is something he set up for his boyfriend, Danny, as a surprise. Once he learned that graves were important in ghost culture, and that Danny obviously wanted one Jason bought a plot and a headstone.

The date went perfectly but now Jason has to deal with the batfam looking at him with pity, and treating him like glass anytime he's around them now.

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Danny steps through the portal in full royal messenger regalia (i.e., royal clothes minus the crown and a short little shoulder cape instead of the fanciest guy). And into the watchtower. He had meant to only talk to Batman or at most the big 3. Instead, it looks like at least 30 people are here.

No problem. This is fine. This is totally okay! Aaaand they're aiming their weapons at him. Actually, fair. That's on him, tbh. Unknown drops into their secret clubhouse, of course they're going to be touchy!

Danny clears his throat and stands as tall as possible while floating in the air.

He's totally got this. No worries. Just be professional. Like, regal or some shit. Channel his inner Dora, whichever one is most applicable at the time.

"Greetings, heroes of Universe 5055-XDT. I am Phantom. I have come as a courtesy in response to the realignment of your universe with the Realms and the transitional cycle."

"Realignment." Oh shit. That was Batman. Actual factual, wearing leather and growling a word out as a statement instead of a question, Batman.

Keep your shit together, Danny. You're here on official business, damnit!

Is that Martian Manhunter?!?!?!

No! Bad, Danny. Focus!

"That is correct. There have been several instances of time and space manipulation within this universe." Danny gives a pointed look at Superman and glares at the speedsters. "We assisted in correcting most of the anomalies that this unauthorized manipulation manufactured, but at some point, this universe became slightly misaligned with the rest of the Realms.

This has caused several issues, including waste runoff in the form of toxic pools and the propensity for beings in your universe to be misaligned with the transitional cycle inducing immortality. This issue has been corrected." Bam! Perfect! Professional af!

There's a murmur amongst the heroes as Batman considers the information. "Expand." Wonder Woman gives a side eye to Batman. He pauses a moment before adding, "Please."

Danny grins wide. "I would be happy too! First, all pools of the sewage runoff have been removed, and the cracks between realities that created them have been permanently fixed." Danny pulls out a small disc and activates a hologram showing the biggest pool he found in the Himalayas. "As restitution, we have also cleaned all contaminants from the locations, so there is no threat of further transitional issues."

"Pardon, Phantom. What do you mean by transitional and the transitional cycle?"

Danny beams at Wonder Woman and tries to keep his stanning on the inside. "The cycle of life and death. The realignment has ensured that all those who were outside this cycle have now returned. It is the main reason for my coming to you today." He looks out across the sea of heroes with fondness.

"As the protectors of this Earth, and across this universe, I knew it would be best to provide you with this information so as to prepare you for any changes you may encounter.

All those who were once immortal no longer are. Be aware that you have several beings in this universe who may be... discontent with the discovery of their renewed mortality." The hologram disc showed the faces of many people both on Earth and off. Including Vandal Savage, Ra's al Ghul and what looked like a 7 year old girl with pigtails.

"This also means that certain curses will no longer be as potent as the souls that have fueled them will be able to move on." Danny looks directly at Batman and his bats and birds that were around the room. "Gotham, especially, will finally be free of some of her chains. It may be difficult as balance reasserts itself, but eventually, some of her madness will be cured." Fuck it. Wink at the hottie. Ooh, a blush! Hell yeah!

"The ease for your dead to return to the living has been made more difficult. It is not impossible, but it is now much more unlikely as your souls will have a clean line to the beyond instead of the, well, cluster that it was before." Slipping on that profesh vibe, Danny! Ignore the hottie in black and red.

Nope. Nooo, Danny. Dont wink!

Smirk is good. Smirk can be written off ... or something. Probably.

Danny is about to continue when a green sticky note appears before him, causing the heroes to tense once more. "Ope! My time is up." He bows slightly. "It has been my absolute honor to meet heroes who have done so much in the name of protecting those who are unable to protect themselves." He makes a motion crossing both arms over his chest and then dropping them down to the heroes.

"If you have any more questions, please ask the sad trench coat man in the back. Yes, you, Johnny. Don't think I didn't see you back there trying to hide. You're still in the clear, don't you worry. And I've almost collected all your soul claims so when you die, you're not torn asunder. I know it worked out super well for you that first time, but I'm gonna need you to just fuckin' quit it, my guy."

"'Preciate that, Phantom."

Danny laughs. "I dunno, Johnny. Time's got plans for you. You and I both know how that's not always a good thing." Danny tucked his sticky note and disc back inside himself.

"Welp, this has been super cool, but I've gotta get back to the Realms. Please feel free to decline, but would it be possible to return and meet you all properly when I'm not on a tight schedule?" Danny clasps his hands in front of him and looks at Batman with the biggest puppy dog eyes he could manage. "I'll even go to whatever location you deem appropriate and communicate beforehand before showing up!" Batman continued to just look at him. "And I'll give you 1 question fully and honestly answered!"

"5 questions."

"3! But I want to be able to get some autographs! Not a bad bargain for 3 honest questions to someone who knows about life, the universe, and everything! I won't even answer 42!" He puts up his hand to his mouth and leans into Wonder Woman and stage whispers, "even though that IS the answer, surprisingly enough."

"Agreed." Batman and Danny shake hands before Danny floats up a little higher.

"It's been an absolute pleasure! I appreciate you all not attacking me when I just randomly showed up! In gratitude, I give to all present the blessing of minor convenience for the next 3 months! Farewell!" Danny gives a little finger wave to black and red before he rips open another portal and leaves.

All the heroes have varying degrees of freak outs with the implications of what was just provided, especially as Constantine and the rest of JLD confirms everything Phantom said.

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I love dp x DC stories in which Ghost King Danny is summoned in his full Eldritch form and scaring the shit out of everyone. I also like it when it combines with aus of him talking in ghost speak and the translation gets wrangled, so he sounds a lot more threatening than he means to.

But in those stories ... his name doesn't really fit. What Eldritch God would be called Danny? Even Phantom isn't that scary.

Then I realized that if ghost speak gets translates wrongly and Danny said his name in ghost speak ... wouldn't it be translated wrong too?

And Daniel means God is my Judge in Hebrew while Phantom of course is a kind of ghost.

So,

The Justice League has summoned Danny and he doesn't realize that he's in his Eldritch form. His skin is black and filled with galaxies constantly being born and dying. His eyes are two endless black holes. His hair is the flash of the big bang. He's terrifying and awe-inspiring.

As he speaks, it sounds like millions of beings screaming in agony before breathing their last breath.

And then Danny says "Hi! My name is Danny Phantom, the Ghost King, how can I help you?"

But what the JL hears through the translation is: "I am the Judge of Gods and the restless Dead, Ruler of the Infinite, for what purpose hath thee summoned me?"

Now that's a fitting name!

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Loving the vamp/pet AU...it's giving me too many thoughts

Vamp lord Dream would be the sort to hide away up in his castle until Hob drags him down to the town for a night of drinking and merriment. Hob is very confused when he wakes up alone, only to find Dream at the schoolhouse begrudgingly reading a pile of books to the children after having been cornered by one and being berated until he did all the voices. Suddenly storytime with Dream becomes a more regular occurrence to the point where the school teacher (I'm imagining gault) actively has to start shooing him out of her classroom.

Also (because I am always the sort to make Hob and Jo old friends regardless of the AU) world renowned vampire hunter Johanna Constantine showing up to 'save' her friend who went missing, and upon finding him in Dream's bed willingly thinks Hob's enthralled or something. That is until she watched Hob play with one of Dream's many raven familiars while Dream watches with Heart Eyes™ and is like "Oh no, they're both insane" though she gives Dream the shovel talk anyway before leaving.

Okay so I did have ✨a vision✨ very much like that first scenario so I have written it down and am going to share it here :D

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Hob’s primary motivation in getting Dream to agree to come down to the pub with him had been, secretly, that he’d wanted Dream to see how universally respected and adored he is. How people knew it was him who made sure their homes were warm in the winter, that they all had enough food in their bellies, that the sick were tended to and the children well-educated and the young men looking for apprenticeships got them, even if they had to leave his slice of London for it, and that the ones who wanted to go to university went with his blessing and his help, and the elderly weren’t forgotten, and so on. That they all knew he took care of them, and they were grateful, and loved him.

He’s glad Dream had agreed, because he’s spent the whole night looking shocked by people thanking him, and smiling at him, and greeting him warmly. Hob had been fairly sure he thought most of them were afraid of him. But they weren’t. Not really. They were scared of giving their tithe because it was medical and a little painful and no matter how comfortable and calm and clean the surroundings were, it still made them nervous. Dream had always been a good master, and they all knew it.

Hob sips his pint as Dream, a touch stunned, talks amicably with yet another of his people. The thing is, Hob’s noticed, that he does know the details of their lives. He’s asked after babies, and older children, parents, suitors, and business interests, one after another without needing to be reminded about any of it.

He cares. He cares so much.

Hob loves him. He’s probably staring moonstruck at him between sips of his pint for all the pub to see. He doesn’t care. They all know, obviously, and anyone who approaches Dream gives him a kind look and a pat on the arm as they leave.

“Mr. Gadling?” a voice asks at his elbow.

“Sally!” Hob turns to beam at the little girl—ten years old next week—who’d been one of his first friends here.

He’d come as a bookseller, picking himself up after a disastrous fall from grace, and Sally loved books. She hadn’t been at all wary of him for being a stranger, and they’d bonded quickly.

A gaggle of other children, mostly younger, begin to gather around Hob’s side of the table, all their dear little faces familiar. His little informal book club, who had their own corner in the back of the shop to huddle together over stories they read to each other. Or, when the shop was quiet, that Hob read to them.

“Hello, my darlings. How’ve you been keeping?”

“We miss you,” Alice complains, swinging from Sally’s skirt.

“Is that really Mr. Dream?” Johnny, always the brave one, asks.

Hob glances over at Dream, who turns out to be watching the children as though he’s never seen one.

“That’s him,” Hob says, beaming. “Told you he wasn’t scary.”

“Are you married to him?” another voice pipes up.

“Can he turn into a bat?”

“Does he suck the blood through his fangs?”

“How old is he?”

Hob laughs, and laughs, gesturing for a break in the stream of questions.

“Don’t you think some of those are very personal questions?” he chides lightly. So lightly it seems to have no effect at all.

“I do not mind answering them,” Dream says. “In reverse order: I am three hundred and seventy-four years old, I am obliged to swallow the blood like any of you would swallow food or drink, I cannot become a bat myself, but I have a coven sister who can become a whole swarm of them.”

“And are we married?” Hob asks, delighting in watching Dream talk to the children with all the patience in the world.

“I have braided the golden thread of your soul into the tattered remains of mine,” Dream says. “And hold the bond I share with you more dearly than anything else I have to my name. I would relinquish every penny I have, every ounce of power and every square inch of territory if you asked it of me and be content as long as I could keep your company. But we are not married, no. We could be, if that would please you.”

Hob opens his mouth, closes it, opens it again, makes a sound that had probably once aspired to be a coherent sentence, and then closes it again with a click.

Dream’s brows furrow. Like he didn’t even hear himself speak.

“Will you read to us?” a tiny voice breaks the silence. Hob laughs as a worn copy of Gulliver’s Travels is passed to Sally to be offered to him. Kids have no use for the dramatic, sweeping love of a particularly sentimental vampire. Adventure stories, however, are worth having.

Hob looks at the book, and then across the table to Dream, a plan forming in his mind.

“Why don’t you ask him?” Hob says, nodding across the table to Dream. “He reads to me, sometimes. He’s really good at it.”

There’s a brief pause, a chittering conference, and then a chorus of please that would put the angels themselves to shame.

Dream looks between Hob, and the children.

“You did just promise me anything if it’d make me happy,” Hob points out. This is really for Dream, but he’s not good at taking things for himself. If Hob wants it, though, that’s a different matter.

Five minutes later, Dream’s ensconced in an armchair by the fire, where there’s enough room to move the armchairs and a rug for the children to sit at his feet on. A couple of brave ones sit on the arms of the chair, and one—George, an absolutely fearless three-year-old—sets himself confidently in Dream’s lap.

The look of wonder on Dream’s face makes Hob’s heart swell behind his ribs. He’s always beautiful, of course, but especially so now. Absolutely glowing. Surrounded by enrapt children and more than a few curious adults.

“My father,” Dream begins, low and soothing as ever. “Had a small estate in Nottinghamshire; I was the third of five sons.”

Whenever Hob read to these particular children, they interrupted him regularly with questions and comments. He’d never minded, it’d all been part of the fun.

They don’t interrupt Dream. They sit there enrapt, like Hob does, hypnotised by the low soothing cadence of Dream’s voice. In the beginning, he’d struggled a little to adapt to a more nocturnal lifestyle, and Dream had talked him to sleep of a morning until he’d started getting sleepy naturally then.

More than one of the youngest kids drops off, leaning on their neighbours.

It��s only when the clock strikes ten that Hob realises he’s been listening to Dream read for well over an hour. Nearly two.

Hob’s sudden start makes Dream pause and look at him, uncertain, book dangling from his hand as he surveys his audience, half of it asleep now and the other half getting there.

“Oh,” he says.

“That might be enough for one night?” Hob suggests, giving some of the older children a nudge.

It’s only then he realises that the whole pub had been under the same spell, when everyone comes back to themself at once. Hob realises, belatedly, that Dream’s voice isn’t just soothing because it’s low and quiet. It gets inside him. He knows that. He loves it.

It’s magic. Of course it is. Vampire magic.

Harmless, though. He wouldn’t have done it to the children if it wasn’t harmless.

Their parents begin to collect them, most of them being told to thank Dream for reading to them, which evidently surprises him. By the end of it, though, he’s glowing with happiness. Not everyone would be able to tell, but Hob can. Hob knows him, and the way he nearly wriggles with contentment when he feels loved and wanted. He can see it now, the restless itch of pleasure.

He’s beautiful all the time, but never more so than when he’s happy.

“Was my performance adequate?” Dream asks as Hob perches on the arm of his chair in the nearly empty pub.

“You’ll get requests all the time now,” Hob says with a grin. “Don’t be surprised if you find them all at the door first thing in the evening.”

Dream scoffs, and takes Hob home.

The next evening, when there’s a knock on the door, Hob smiles.

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How the hell did it come to this

BOTH the original Dead and Loving It and the porn parody locked in stasis by me still not having decided about Jason’s genitals

Because goddamn ghost-pregnancy jokes and fucking with Dick are really funny either way

But like

On the one hand:

Cis Jason, Dick temporarily utterly confused thinking Jason knocked someone up (and maybe thinking for .5 seconds it was Cass because Communication)

Trans Jason, Dick temporarily utterly confused but immediately suspecting Danny knocked Jason up (and potentially voided some Talia-funded modifications)

(Talia’s gonna let her boy yeet any body parts he likes he was in the assassin cult ain’t nobody gonna tell him he’s too young for surgery)

And listen

This DOES mean we might be about to unlock All Systems Go on the porn parody

Because I gotta make up my mind this chapter apparently

But UUUUUUGH

Mad about it

Because like. Dick trying desperately to explain to Cass and Damian that cis!Jason physically cannot be pregnant: very funny

But also. The reason trans!Jason came back 6’ tall and built like a fridge being because Talia finally let him ute yeet and take T: also very funny

……. Dick trying to explain to Damian and Cass that Jason cannot be pregnant because he had a hysterectomy? Maybe?

I don’t know how much this will sway me but by all means SWAY BABY SWAY

Bonus points if you can make an argument in literally any direction

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hmm i think today i will check out the fanfiction of my favorite childhood cartoon :)

WHAT THE—

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An Al Ghul first

DP x DC Prompt

Damian had an older half-brother that he loved. Danyal was his name, and he was the best fighter in the entire League, even better than Ra's and Talia combined. Danyal was even a brother who encouraged Damian to follow the things he wanted to do behind the backs of Talia and Ra's.

The last Damian ever saw Danyal was right before he left on a mission that may lead to a new Lazarus Pit when Damian was 8 and Danyal was 10. And right before Danyal left, he had embraced Damian and left a parting forehead kiss, saying that he'll be back soon.

Danyal had found the Lazarus Pit but had fallen in it after the ground beneath him gave away, and he didn't have enough time to react, as he was busy drawing for Damian about Goliath and other animals Damian would like.

Danyal was sent to the Infinite Realms and then put in another dimension near a place called Amity Park. He's got no time for friends or school. He needs to get back to his younger brother. Danyal uses his brain to hack into the school database and remove his name from it, effectively stopping him from ever meeting Sam and Tucker and stopping Dan from happening.

Danyal spends the next couple of years trying to find a way back to his home. And since the Fenton parents are always busy, that leaves just the "older sister" he has to deal with on distracting. He likes that she tries to get to know his culture better than the adult Fentons, as she calls him Danyal and not Danny or Danno like the adult Fentons. She even tries to learn how to make food from this world's version of where he's from.

Danyal still became a Halfa because he tried to activate the portal early, which had caused the portal to work but brought dangers he had to find off until he found the right place to go to. His Ghost Half outfit is his Assassins gear, as he was wearing it because he thought he would be going home when he activated the portal.

After Danyal bested Pariah and became the next Ghost King, he has the means to go back to the dimension he comes from. He's not going alone, as the Nasty Burger explosion happens, and only the adult Fentons and others were there, leaving Jazz without a family. Dani, known as Ellie, is also coming, it was easy to convince her because of her curiosity of how different his world might be. Vlad is gonna have to serve his time, as Danyal used his new title to put the man in Walkers prison. The man made Ellie by using his DNA to make her and for freeing Pariah, so the man will either fade away because Maddie is gone or get a new obsession to keep him going.

Danyal is now 18 and is finally back home. He just hopes that Damian is okay and not too upset that he didn't keep his promise to return.

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He’s not gay enough for superhell

Dc x dp dead on main:

Danny moves to Gotham for college and falls head over heels for the ecto contaminated beef cake in his English lit class.

He’s constantly tripping over himself anytime he’s around and wants nothing more than to grab his attention.

Now thanks to all Mr. Lancers hard work, Danny’s actually pretty good at English, but thanks to a certain walking distraction he starts to fall behind.

The first time he gets a D on a test he nearly sobs. Thankfully he has a merciful teacher that decided to help him out, so they asked Jason if he could tutor Danny so he could bring up his grades.

Unfortunately that doesn’t stop Danny from being an absolute mess, and an absolutely terrible flirt.

While discussing Jane Austin, Danny decides to just bite the bullet.

“So what would it take for someone to win your heart?” He asked with a dopey grin.

Jason snorted, “The Joker’s corpse.” He said, half paying attention before continuing on with the lesson.

Danny blinked, “uhhh, which one?”

Jason paused, “what do mean which one? There’s only one joker.” He looked at Danny like he was stupid.

Danny just shrugged, “well, yeah, now there is. But, like which corpse did you want? The first, 2nd, or 3rd joker?” He asked, giving Jason a dopey grin. “I can definitely get you the 2nd jokers corpse, the third is still active so he’d require some extra effort, but I may have a problem with the first Joker.”

Jason narrowed his eyes, “and why’s that?”

Danny shrugged, “oh Batman killed him years ago,” he paused, “well technically he didn’t land the final blow. He did however cause the concussion that caused him to stumble off a cliff, but he would have died from the internal bleeding anyway.” Danny explained, not understanding why Jason was so shocked but not at all mad about the attention.

“I’m pretty sure most of his body’s been eaten by the local wildlife at this point, but I can try to find his skull if you want?” Danny said, batting his eyelashes.

Jason just stared at him in shock. “How-how could you possibly know that!?!?”

Danny smiled, “oh, I have some friends that are constantly in and out of walker’s prison in the ghost zone. Apparently the guy won’t shut up about Batman and bragging about killing a Robin.” Danny frowned, “stupid move really, living or dead, people are rarely chill about child killers. Walkers had to put him in solitary just about every week.”

Jason huffed, “you expect me to believe Batman killed the Joker after he killed m-Robin and now he’s in ghost jail?”

“Well where did you think he would end up?” He rolled his eyes “He’s not gay enough for superhell.”

Jason just blinked. “Was that a Supernatural reference?” He smirked, making Danny blush.

“Uhh. Maybe?”

Jason smiled, “alright, prove to me that joker is dead and not only will I go on a date with you, I’ll introduce you to my family as my boyfriend.”

Danny turned bright red and beamed “Deal!”

An hour later Jason walked out of the weirdest prison he had ever seen with his new boyfriend and a new lease on life.

When Jason brought Danny home for dinner that night, they ended up eating without Bruce, as he was still frozen in shock by the front door after his son came in, introduced him to his new boyfriend as his dad and gave him a hug!

A real hug! A hug that lasted a full 30 seconds!

Danny wasn’t sure what was going on but he had a hot new boyfriend who was familiar with the ghost zone! He couldn’t wait to introduce him to clockwork!

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DC x DP Dead on Main Idea

Based on this post by @iategrass

Specifically this part:

When Jason came back from the pits he had vague memories of another land but just chalked it up to him imagining a world like his more fantastical book series

Idea: what if Jason, under a pen name, starts publishing a ghostly fantasy story. It becomes a hit, especially in Amity Park.

Danny, who misses his husband since he disappeared from the ghost zone, sees a book with the cover being his castle and the pen name was the nickname he used for Jason, immediately realizes Jason is somewhere on earth and writing about their romance.

Que either Danny finding the Waynes, or the Bats and demanding to see his Husband!

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Affliction of Blood Master Post

Prompt/Prologue: It's Just the Spice in My Eyes

Ch 1: Say Shawarma Right Now

Ch 2: I promise the Tea Isn't Poisoned

Ch 3: Shakespeare in the Park Got Nothing on This

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The portal has been closed. Danny no longer has access to the infinite realms. So he decides to travel.

He found a traveling circus to join. He met a beautiful woman and changed his name. He had a child that’s he loves more than the world. His life is good.

Until he’s murdered. Being fully ghost means he’s stuck in the infinite realms with no way to see his little boy. His robin.

That is until the justice league needs help from the ghost king.

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Dead on main idea

Cult member: we shall sacrifice you to the Ghost King!

Hood: been there done that, lost my virginity, please don’t call my ex husband

The other bats: your what?

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DP x DC prompt #230

Damian has just cut all ties with the League of Assassins and both feel like his entire world is falling apart and like his world has just opened up. But after a long, grueling patrol, his phone starts buzzing with messages from an older brother who disappeared from the League years ago.

D: Yo, Dami. I heard you finally left the League.

D: I'm proud of you.

D: Let's meet up. We have so much to catch up on!