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Do you think Bruce would have to teach his kids how to swim?

Dick grew up in the circus, he probably had learned how to swim whenever it stopped somewhere, but he probably doesn't have much practice. and whenever Bruce tries to teach him more baby dick probably got sad because he remembers his parents teaching him to swim and how'd they let him hold on to their shoulder as he swam around. Maybe when he's closer to Bruce and it's time to get out of the pool, in an attempt to stop Bruce, he'll just grab onto him like a barnacle, and Bruce will just get out of the pool with him dangling from his shoulders. It reminds Bruce of what Thomas would do for him.

Bruce doesn't need to teach Babs how to swim; Gordon did. He remembers Gordon bringing a little Barbara to learn in his big pool. It was one of his first interactions with her, and whenever baby Dick would be a barnacle she would too, he'd carry both of them out of the pool giggling as the desperately tried to cling onto him. She and little Dick would race each other and have splash fights. Bruce had a pool lift installed for her so she had an easier time getting in the water.

He'd definitely have to teach Jason how to swim. I doubt there are many pools in crime alley, let alone teachers. The only body of water Jason would have really seen would have likely been Gotham Harbor, so trying to get him into the pool could have been him really excited to learn to swim, him refusing to leave the shallow end for ages and when he does he's clinging to Bruce the whole time, or he straight up refuses to get into a pool entirely. Jason had to relearn how to swim after he was dunked into the pit because he was so much bigger now and would sink much easier.

I wouldn't be surprised if the Drake had a pool, but there's no way they got an instructor for Tim. Tim probably would have had to get himself and an instructor and forge his parents' signature, or he would have learned by watching YouTube videos and almost drowning. Bruce might have only taught him what he needed for being Robin, or maybe Lady Shiva tied bricks to his ankles and tossed him into a pool so he could work on his lock picking, holding his breath, and swimming at the same time. Heck, maybe Bruce did this for Robin training.

Damian likely would have already known how to swim by the time he got to Bruce, but he was likely just thrown in the water and forced to figure it out. One of his fondest memories of the LOA could have been Talia holding him up in the pool as he learned how to float. This memory would always also remind him of how one of his instructors would dunk his head into the water for long periods to teach him to hold his breath.

Cass likely would have experienced a similar situation to Damian. David Cain probably just through her into the pool, and the only reason she didn't drown was because she was naturally buoyant. He likely taught her to hold her breath by holding her underwater; she would tear up his arm with her nails, but he'd only let her up when she stopped moving. She never actually learned to hold her breath; she learned to act like she was drowning sooner so he'd let her up. This made Bruce try to teach Cass to hold her breath underwater very hard.

Steph, like Jason, wouldn't have known how to swim, but Bruce doesn't teach her how to swim either, because he's focused on other things. She learns how to swim from YouTube videos and Bruce's occasional help. Swimming isn't her strong suit, and she always sits in a lounge chair whenever the other are in the pool, because she "hates swimming".

Duke would know very little about swimming, but he would know how to; his parents found one of the only community pools in Gotham so they could teach him. Growing up, they would go to the pool every once in a while and on Duke's birthdays. He loves swimming even if he wasn't that great at it until he had Bruce's training. Every year on his birthday, he still goes to that pool sometimes, but it closed sometimes after his parents were hospitalized.

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It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

…how has it already been a year 😃

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a build of this post because what if it didn't happen that way, what if

A man approached him at the recent Gala. He didn't recognize him, but the other man clearly knew him. They chatted about the company and how Wayne Enterprises has prospered under his leadership. The man leaves after shaking his hand, leaving behind a business card in his palm. It was all black except a purple flower mimicking an eye stared back at him. Tim forgot about the odd interaction till it spilled out of his suit pocket in his Nest. He decided to investigate the next day. Tim arrives at an odd little store in a bared part of Gotham; the man from before opens the door before Tim has even stepped out of his car. He is brought inside and past a purple tarp in the back. He stops to marvel at the hidden room of grand black marble pillars and flowers growing from the ceiling. A woman beckons him over to a small table; he should be concerned he knows he should be, but this entire place just feels so... homey. He is offered a floral-smelling tea. He speaks with the women for some time. She compliments him on Wayne Enterprises, his fashion sense, and his appearance. It was all going well until she placed a glowing green vial on the table. She tried to reassure him that she was trying to help, that he could do amazing things if he just became one of them if he became hers. (not romantically) But he still refuses. She sighed, disappointed, and he was grabbed by two men behind him. She pulls the lid out of the vial, revealing a long needle-thin dagger. She apologized as she spears his finger with it. The red of his blood disappears within the vial. The green liquid tastes like iron on his tongue. He can’t describe it; it just tastes cold. His head spins as he is picked up and cradled like a delicate thing. The chill in his heart spreads out into his fingers, painting his veins in frost and freezing his heart. The last of the air in his body leaves him in a pathetic wheeze as his lungs seize their movement. His body sinks into the soft bed of petals he's placed in. Any and all emotions quit underneath the chill. It turns from comforting to burning as his body jerks and spasms. The taste of iron fills his mouth again from his bitten tongue. Blue eyes meet the violet of the woman’s. She smiles. With a wave of her hand, the petals close around him as the chill finally pulls him under.

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A Secret You Would Die For

Inspired by this clip from Death Becomes Her, the musical. The whole musical was fantastic. I can't wait till the whole soundtrack is out. If you can't tell by my previous posts that I am hyperficsating on Batman and Danny Phantom, have I seen either of the source materials? Kinda, but mostly no, wait, where was I going with this....RIGHT.

Basically, a new villain/cult/evildoer has surfaced in Gotham. But wait, they're not actually new. According to what Tim has found, the same people who are committing some of the cold cases are also committing current-day crimes. But how? Some of these cold cases are really old! After some digging, Tim discovered that all of these people have one thing in common: they all went to a very specific store. You can't find this store on Google; apparently, you can only even know its location through a business card. And, well, technically, Tim did find its location through a business card. A business card he stole from the store's newest customer. With a couple of other members of the bat family, Tim sneaks into the store. The store looked normal, just some candles, ghost plushies, salts, incense, and crystals. It all looks normal except for something very curious sitting on the front counter. A glowing green crystal on the counter. It looks like a recreation of a bottle with the way glass encases the crystal. All it takes is pressing down on its metal head for the purple in the back to flutter in a new breeze. Tim and Co. find a long black marble staircase that leads to a basement, no a ballroom. The room is supported by marble pillars scattered around. He can feel the chill of the floor permeate through his boots. A hoard of people in skimpy vine-like body suits surrounds them. There's not enough of them to be an issue in most cases. Regular goons, easy peasy. Highly trained, athletic attackers with home-field advantage, some idea of their weaknesses, and outnumber them greatly, well, that's an issue. To put it simply, they lose and are tied up before another staircase opposite the main exit. A gorgeous woman decked out in a high-low dress mimicking leaves and purple flowers. She looks over all of them before she speaks. She explains how, since the beginning of Gotham, she's been freeing beautiful young people of their imperfections. When they question how, she offers to give them a demonstration. The thorn-clad goons drag Tim to kneel at her feet. She pulls something from her vast, sweeping sleeve. It is just like the crystal at the desk, but instead of a crystal, it is full of a glowing green liquid. Removing the top reveals a long, thin dagger that she plunges through his finger. She places it back in the vial for a bit before forcing Tim to drink it. The vigilantes behind Tim writhe in their bonds, their breath quick in anticipation of what will happen to one of their birds.

Nothing happens for Tim besides a cold, iron-like taste refusing to fade from his mouth until a cold seeps through his body from his heart. The shock of his heart no longer beating steals the breath from his lungs. They don't fight to pull any more air in. The cold seeps into his bones and forces his muscles to relax. He can barely feel the hands that pick his slumped body up from the floor. His vision darkens around the edges as he is laid on a purple chaise lounge. He can't feel the plush underneath his hand. Panic and fear slip through his fingers as his hearing fades. Then the ice turns from comforting to burning as he's ripped away from death's eternal sleep. His muscles spasm, and his back arches; there's no breath in his lungs to formulate words. He shakes with his head pressed against the cold, cold floor. The taste of cold iron mixes with the taste of bile. Amethyst heels click against the floor towards him. A hand her hand lifts his chin gently, blue eyes meet violet. She smiles.

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Building off of this post, what do you think Danny's Neverland should be called? Also, I thinking that the Peter Pan movies still happened, so it could just be called Neverland. Like, all stories are based in truth kinda thing where the idea for Peter Pan came from legends of Danny's Neverland

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*sigh* here we go again

this is inspired by Lost Boys by Ruth B's amazing song, and it carried me through middle school.

This takes place while Bruce is lost in the time stream and Tim is looking for him. Tim doing everything in his power to not have to work with Ra's decides so summon a demon but well the spell book is shit so he ends up summoning you guessed it Danny. Danny can be the ghost king in this but what is important is that he is a protector spirt, especially of children with shitty lives because of his childhood(you see were I'm going with this). He is also fully dead. Tim has been completely ignoring all of his bodily needs looks and feels like absolute shit, so Danny being the Danny decides to help him. Danny is essentially Peter Pan, so he offers to take Tim to his lair/Neverland. Tim refuses because he needs to find Bruce, so Danny decides to help him, and if Tim agrees, when Bruce is back, he'll come to Neverland. During their adventure of looking for clues while dodging Ra's and the Justice League, Tim starts trusting Danny. They get Bruce back and call Superman so he'll bring him to Gotham. Tim's done it; he got Gotham's protector back, he's got Dick and Jason's father back. Dick can go back to being Nightwing and Tim can go back to being Batman's Robi- wait no he can't. Damian is Robin. Bruce doesn't need him anymore; he was always just a placeholder anyway. Now Bruce's actual son is Robin. Now Damian isn't the Robin Tim would have picked, but he hasn't killed anyone in a while, and Bruce will keep helping him. Tim isn't needed. So, this time when Danny asks him to come to Neverland, he says yes.

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Hey, Little Songbird

Hellooooooo, this is a short story I wrote a while back and randomly decided to share. It's inspired by RafScrap's cover of Hey, Little SongBird from Hades Town. Please give me constructive criticism I would be dead if it wasn't for spell check. Ok, ok I'll shut up Here is the story

Crystal snow filtered through brown leaves, it shimmered against her prone form. There was no trace of his presence to be found around. She lay curled, sheltered by the trees roots. Oaper-thin clothing doing little to fend off the cold. Her rust-colored hair was hidden by ash an snow. Lines of frost lay stark against her dark skin. She is beautiful, or well she was. The snow didn’t crunch or shift underneath his weight as he crouched before her. 

“Hey, little songbird, give me a song.” He whispered. Not a twitch was found within her blue-tinted lips or frosted-over eyes. There was no puff of white smoke escaping her mouth or nose. He found the right person then. “I'm a busy man and I can’t stay long.” He reached out and tucked a strand of limp hair behind her ear. Hazel eyes peered at him now, their pupils stretch to cover their color. Good, she was up. She shot away from his touch as if it burned, it probably did. There no telling how long she was in the snow after all. “I got clients to call, I got orders to fill.” She wobbled on fawns legs in a pointless effort to get away from him, or perhaps the form of the frozen woman before him. Her eyes richosheded between him and the woman. 

“I got walls to build, I got riots to quell” Her body felt full of lead as she tried to escape his milky white gaze. “And they’re giving me hell back in Hades.” He dusted off invisible specks of dust as he straightened.“Hey little songbird, cat got your tongue?” He stepped over the frozen body and stood a hare’s breath away from her. “Always a pity for one so pretty and young.”. Wings the color of coal shifted against his back.“When poverty comes and clips your wings” They rest behind him barely grazing the snow. “And knock the wind right out of your lungs.” A line of white stitching stretched across his shirt, she couldnt tell what it was meant to be but it looked a gash tearing through him from jugular to stomach paired messy lines across his chest. A twisted image of a sword with wings, or perhaps it could be the beginnings of a butterfly with sharp wings. “Nobody sings on empty” He tilts his head down at her his gaze unblinking. He reached out his hand to her. 

Strange is the call of this strange man. His hand remained extended before him. The tips of his fingers were bathed in black. I want to fly down and feed at his hand. Her eyes flickered all over him, dissecting every last detail. I want a nice soft place to land. Her eyes flickered behind him and to the woman on the ground. I want to lie down forever. The frozen woman lay so still. Familiar arms cushioned her head, as snow mimicked a blanket. 

“Hey little songbird, you got something fine.” His hand returned to his side as he began to walk in a slow circle around her. “You shine like a diamond down in the mine” Her clothes were made of thin cotton and a plethora of colroful patches. The breast pocket of her soot-covered overalls held a hand stitch E in golden thread. “The choice is yours if you're willing to choose.” The circle of trees was bathed in shadows as he stretched his wings. “Seeing as you’ve got nothing to lose” He gestured to her thin and frail body. His wing curled over her shoulders blocking her sigh and guided her out of the circle of trees. “And I could use a canary.” Suddenly now is nothing as it was. She turned to peer over his wing, barely seeing the outline of fare off buildings. Where are you now Orpheus? She peered down at the band of straw around her finger. Didn’t he say he would always be here. Wasn’t it supposed to be the two of us? Calloused hands worked during every moment of rest just to give it to her. Weren’t we birds of a feather? 

“Hey little songbird, let me guess. He’s some kind of poet-” he sounded detached. 

“-and he’s penniless” her voice sounded dejected but still fruitlessly fond. 

“Give him your hand and he’ll give you his hand to mouth.” He cupped her face in his palms and tipped her chin up to meet his eyes. “He’ll write you a poem when the power is out” Her smile failed to meet her eyes. “So why not fly south for the winter?” He released her face to grasp her hands. “Hey little songbird” he reached down and slipped her ring off her finger. “Look all around you. See how the vultures and vipers surround you.” Faint scars marred her hands, and long imprinted burns decorated her arms. “They’ll take you down, they’ll pick you clean” She looked up at him again, hollow cheeks and empty eyes met his. “If you stick around such a desperate scene.” The lining from where she had to resew her pockets is fraying again. “See people get mean when the chips are down.” He took a step back from her, taking any warmth with him. He held out his hand again, while the other tossed the ring over his shoulder. Abyssal fingers intertwined with hers. He stretched out his wings and wrapped them her, they were all  and blocked out any hint of the moon and the plumes of smoke from just over the hill. 

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Since the bees are still buzzing about this

How would Vlad have gotten Danny's DNA. Creepy Vlad, maybe? He would have likely gotten Phantom's DNA the same way he does in the show, so maybe Danny gets his DNA taken in the same instance. Does Vlad capture and hurt Danny? Does he get it from some blood splatter? Does Vlad steal it from his house? Does Vlad have cameras in the Fenton house?? Suggestions anyone?

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Hellooooo the first thing I've ever posted here, so this will probably be a mess. 

So story idea, inspired by regular boy: daniel wayne by diamond_rozie on Ao3. Basically in the story Danny is the blood son of bruce and he as a baby was switched with the actual Fenton baby. Fenton baby dies for obvious reason and Danny is raised by the Fentons. The bats think Phantom is the ghost of the actual Fenton baby and he's been watching over Danny. Danny moves into Wayne manor. More happens but that's all that’s needed for my idea. OK! 

Keeping the original baby swap idea but Phantom is actually the dead baby's ghost! He has been watching the bats his whole life but he’s never been seen by them because he wasn’t strong enough to become visible or physical. He goes to Amity because somehow he can sense Danny’s accident and he comes to meet Danny. Story goes the same, just Danny and Phantom are two different people. Fast forward Ellie/Dani is a clone of Danny and Phantom, but because of that peculiar mix Ellie destabilized and Danny (trans Danny optional) has to incubate her to like help regrow her body and the reason Danny does it instead of Phantom is cause Danny found her first. Pariah Dark takes over Amity and both Danny and Phantom beat him together. They are considered king by the RealmsTM. Ellie is born as a princess. Fast forward story goes the same Evil Danny comes around, he is created by Danny dying in the explosion along with his family. He was also incubating Dani at the time so her core is destroyed. Story goes the same and Dan ends up with CW. At some point Dan is realized or he escapes and he goes to Amity. He was very weak after being in the thermos for so long so when the GIW attacked him he ended up destabilizing and surprise surprise Danny ends up incubating him. The baby swap is revealed and Danny is contacted by Bruce and co to meet the batfam. He goes for one reason or another, maybe because he wants to protect himself and Dan via getting away from his parents and the GIW, maybe Phantom wants Danny to meet his birth family and see his grave. Danny goes while he's effectively pregnant, he knows the bats are the Waynes. Either during Dan’s birth or during Danny and Phantoms coronation the Batfam is brought to infinite realms and they find out about Phantom and kids. They find out about the whole story by a tapestry timeline that goes over their lives. Maybe there is more than one for Ellie’s creation, Dan’s creation, how Danny and Phantom became king (starting from Danny’s accident), or maybe the very beginning showing Phantom watching the bats. 

IDK that all I got right now enjoy!