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I'm looking for a fanfiction. Help!!!

Fanfiction I'm looking for was Avengers hunting Spider-Man I remember that in this Fic Peter was the one that created Karen ther was also scen where Karen hacked Jarvis but for the live i can't find it anywhere

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DC X DP PROMPT #4

Danny was one of the people hired to design/build the Watchtower. He got attached to it during this time and the space station is now considered as a part of his haunt.

This is the JLD's first time on the Watchtower, they IMMEDIATLY know what's up.

LJD: did you take a supernatural entities property or something?

LD: what? No! The lights are just like that :)

Danny, still employed on the Watchtower: Space go brrr

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Ploop ploop ploop

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Second chances (found family Pilot & John J. Torres)

Summary: AU where The Pilot survives and John is severely hurt after burning the engine. The encounter that ensues changes his life forever.

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Baron hit the water hard, but not as hard as the crust of his burning ship slammed into him right after. A greener yautja would have perhaps collapsed on impact or lost air and strength before they reached the surface, but Baron was far from green. His body survived worse.

Breaching the waves and bleeding, he breathed the earth air, its components almost dizzying. It has been a while since he touched the ground of this world. All that mentoring he did for the past several decades perhaps made him a little rusty, but he gave it his all in the air — only to still loose.

It felt infuriating and exhilarating at the same time. Only a century ago this humanoid species had no foot in the air (he could almost recall that era) yet today, they have practically conquered the sky. Completely conquered it, if he were to judge by his most recent encounter — the one that sent his ship crashing into the ocean.

Whoever it was, Baron had to meet them. Had to look in the eye of the human who figured out his technology in less than an hour and found a way to use it against him. Burning their own engine and sacrificing their own aircraft to take him down? Crazy, reckless, genius.

That is when he saw it; a bright red flare shot from nearby, and subsequently a tiny silhouette. There. It was time for their legendary battle to end in a final round. His skill against theirs; the final test of strength.

Or so Baron thought.

Arriving at the area the flair came from, he didn’t initially locate anything except a bright yellow backpack, but looking underneath the waves he saw them; a drifting body, swung side to side by the currents. Did they loose consciousness? The blood oozing from their shoulder was a strong indicator and Baron mentally cursed. He won’t be able to fight his opponent like this; it’d be filthy easy, a dishonourable end to prey that earned his respect.

So he swam forwards instead, catching the enemy pilot by their shirt and lifting them up to the surface, then turning them over.

Baron was far from green; he’s seen humans of various ages up close before. This…did not look like a blooded hunter. The lack of wrinkles on this human’s face and lack of muscle on their body only confirmed that creeping suspicion. This was no adult, but only a pup. Baron felt unsettled at the realisation. Too young. Too young. Who let them into the aircraft? Onto a gorey battlefield where grown warriors dropped like flies? The old hunter was taught not to judge an animal by their hide, but this was no build for a warrior. If anything, this pup appeared slightly malnourished.

And yet…they still outdid him. Crazy, reckless, genius.

…Reckless. Of course, he should have known. Such mad ideas rarely came to warriors who have grown into their skin. It is always the younglings who strive to experiment, and this was the result. If not for Baron, they’d choke on saltwater and die before any help would care to arrive.

What a waste, Baron thought. This pup will likely not survive here much longer. What a waste, this pup will definitely be taken by his yautja clan-members in the slim chance of survival, to be shoved into a fighting pit that will chew him up and spit him out. He had no chances either way and killing him would be a mercy. The Dark Warrior would gladly take his soul to the bountiful grounds, where no death exists, but what a waste, Baron kept thinking, holding the boy above water, thinking back to his own students at home; young yautja who are full of potential and too young to die.

…perhaps…no. He couldn’t take him. What would the elders say?

But what a damned waste it would be, to let such a prosperous pup go.

Baron stared into the young, tired features for a minute, torn, before deciding to make what was surely going to be the biggest mistake of his life. He activated the distress signal, pulling the teenager closer and letting his head flop onto his shoulder.

There was a first time for everything, he guessed, seeing a giant but barely discernable silhouette approach from above. Teaching a human could not be that different from a yautja.

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Author’s notes: sorry, villain-protagonist found family thoughts won and I tried experimenting with their dynamic lol 😅 I guess I take requests for Predator characters now?

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They’re having their clone wars moment~

More Master Pia’itzi with his padawan Naru and clone Captain Orca. They’re learning a lot together, including the exact right amount of annoying to be endearing (in other words, family XD).

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My favorite “humans are space orcs” idea is that trope where aliens kidnap some humans for their zoo, except it ends up like Jurassic Park. And the poor Alien Humanologists who were invited to the park are like:

“You mean you locked up a pack of curious, highly competitive persistence predators with NO enrichment in the enclosure? You FOOLS! If you had bothered to throw a basketball or half a box of Legos in there, KE-X9 would still be alive!

“Well of course they climbed the retaining wall! Did you think to study their evolutionary lineage AT ALL?”

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Hot take

Night furies are actually perfectly evolved for hunting and killing other dragons and the only reason they aren't a dragon-hunting species like the death song or deathgrippers are is because DreamWorks couldn't have their adorable main character dragon be a "cannibal"

(below I'm gonna try to summarize what we've figured out in a convo with friends on discord)

(also tw animal death via predator)

First of all yes I'm aware that pretty much every decision made about their design was with consideration of the effect it would make on human audiences but hear me out

Night furies are most iconically known as dive-bombers. They are built for speed, high maneuverability, night-time camouflage and for striking targets from above. If we remove human settlements out of the equation (which would not have existed long enough to actually influence night fury evolution, come on), what does that leave us with?

They aren't built for catching fish for sure, they aren't very hydrodynamic and their head is round, wide, and their teeth are dull. Honestly, the monstrous nightmare is much better suited for catching fish, with its long neck, almost pelican-like jaw and rhamphorhynchus teeth

Compare to

Yeah the jaws look kinda like a porpoise of some sort but for that the whole body would have to be a lot more aquatic imo. The light fury looks a lot closer to an aquatic diver, it has a sleeker body, rounded fins instead of spikes, and a long neck.

I don't really see them hunting land animals either, they just don't look like they're adapted for that minus the resemblance with large felines and even then, they're too large to effectively hunt in forests.

The one thing I can kinda imagine them hunting is large mainland megafauna, but we're working with a setting that takes place pretty much exclusively on islands. And overall, dragons are the only abundant species there with the exception of fish and human-bred sheep and chickens.

In general, night furies have duller teeth, smaller claws and are smaller than most dragons. Disregarding the movies making Toothless weirdly OP, a night fury would be disadvantaged against most dragons in a 1v1 fight and besides, it has four huge weak spots that would highly discourage it from a direct physical fight - the primary and secondary tail fins. One unlucky rip in the membrane and the night fury is fucked.

The night fury however noticeably resembles falcons, given their dive-bombing ability and high maneuverability.

Falcons too have smaller beaks and weaker claws compared to most birds of prey, and for that they compensate by simply picking up speed, balling up their talons and Punching. Really. Hard.

And they use that ability to kill other birds, even much larger ones, by knocking them right from the sky.

Here, the night fury's plasma blast works the same way as a falcon's punch. Dragons are fire-resistant, so what the plasma blast does is really just a densely packed bolt of energy that has the effect of either stunning or outright killing prey by damaging its spine. And what the plasma bolt doesn't do, rapid contact with the ground would finish. And if even that doesn't do it, the night fury's wide jaws and dull teeth are just fine for simply clamping around the unlucky dragon's neck and strangling it, like a lion or a pitbull.

The night-time camouflage allows the night fury to soar for extended periods of time perfectly unnoticed in the night sky, and by the time it strikes, the dragon wouldn't even know what's coming.

Unless

Say the hunting night fury is aware of other dragons sleeping under the trees, as most dragons probably would at night (village raids aside, most dragons seem to be diurnal), so how does the night fury get them in position where it can use its signature attack? Well, there's That Iconic Screech Of Death. Since in the movies it tends to appear not just during dive-bombings but also when charging up a blast, I imagine it's something the night fury is able to control to some degree. So by simply fake-diving in close proximity to sleeping dragons, it can effectively terrify them into leaving their hideout and fly out into the open where it can easily take them out.

I dunno, the possibility of night furies as predators to other dragons just makes so much sense to me, I really don't know what other reasons there would be for them to evolve these particular adaptations.

And one more little headcanon to add to this whole rant - since night furies are significantly smaller and less equipped for dragon vs dragon fights and are primarily speed-based predators, I imagine there is this very likely scenario:

There is one dragon who resembles a hyena, a lil bit

Ok, rant over

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(quick note first I didn’t know that about the pirate flag my brain just went red skull and cross bones for bad blood but that is friggin awesome! Also I shared what you said about the graffiti throughout history with my friend and he was like “HA! Nice.” Also the gullible on the climbing rope had me dying. Also also I can now see another human painting a Decepticon symbol on another, rival yautja tribe’s, ship just cause”

Dude also this got me thinking about a yautja Oomanologist (human scientist) getting close to a human shipmate and the human going “wanna know a mind-blowing secret about this ship?” And the Yautja going “???…I’ve lived and served here on this ship for centuries what could an Ooman who has been here a mere decade possibly know that I don’t.”

And the human going “ I’ll tell you but you’ve gotta swear, on your honor itself, that you won’t tell any other Yautja. I swear on mine it’s nothing bad and won’t endanger anyone if left untold, just a human secret of how we adjust on this ship so fast compared to other races that serve here.” (In reference to the fact that only humans are dumb/brave enough to graffiti a predator ship).

The Yautja Oomanologist narrows his eyes in suspicion but if it’s a human secret he’s gotta know, his scientific curiosity is just too much for him so after a long moment he says “I swear.” While still eying human ship mate to see their reaction

The human simply claps their hands together, takes a look around before looking back at the Yautja with a growing Cheshire cat smile, and says “Alright just put on your hunting mask and switch the setting to human vision. I promise you’ll never look at this ship the same way again” …

Sorry, my brain has been chewing on this for like 2 days.

I was thinking if older Yautja would even have a ooman vision setting? For a race that so values tradition, adapting to that setting may be hard. Or maybe the oomanologist need to go find their younger apprentice to borrow their mask because the oomanologists classis design doesn't have the vision upgrade.

Imagine the oomanologist wanting so badly to confront the apprentice and ask if they knew about the "markings", but can't because he swore on his honor. So he's just dying inside with so many more questions than answers.

Or, the oomanologist making paint that can show up in their infrared and demanding the oomanologist to teach them what the symbols mean. It's the most a yautja has ever been able to learn of the modern human languages, because before this all they had was clay tablets so they could see imprints of the letters.

Oomanologist staring intently at another predator ship that's passing and making mental note to ask what that symbol means. Meanwhile the other predators on deck are watching their oomanologist looking at a standard ship with such concentration it's like he's trying to explode it with his mind.

"What do you see?"

"Nothing." He says a little too adamantly. But it's not a lie. To his race, he really is looking at nothing.

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Star Wars Time Travel AU

Vader does go back in time

He doesn’t swear loyalty to Padme, Obi-Wan or Ahsoka

He swears absolute loyalty to Captain Rex

You are one of the Cuy'val Dar. Your job is training small clones of an old friend to be very dangerous adults. You do not like this job, but it pays well and keeps you quietly squirreled away from That One Crimelord You Pissed Off.

The Grim Reaper just blew a hole in the wall and swore loyalty to a nameless toddler.

The Kaminoan that tried to approach has been cut in half by a red lightsaber.

The entire room is full of crying children.

Fett just showed up and is being threatened by the Black Hole of a Sentient Being in the middle of the room to stay the fuck away.

The blaster shot from Dred Priest accomplished jackshit, and was in fact bounced back to kill the man.

Isabet just lost her head, literally, trying to get revenge on the absolute motherfucker in the middle of the room.

The kids are still crying, including the nameless toddler that this asshole declared his new lord and master.

What do you do?

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Double puff, just to be safe.

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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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Double puff, just to be safe.

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Alrighty was on Pinterest and found this delicious art and apparently it's from a fanfic I checked the comments and no one told me the name so what I need y'all to do is find me the artist and the fanfic

Yautja: Cousin

Human: shepard

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Tim is a part of the Big Brother Program for At Risk Teens.

Or, a variation of it.

Basically, parents can sign their kids up to have older kids or young adults that check in on them when they feel like they just aren't getting through to their kids. It's country-wide, tends to stick to virtual instead of irl meetups, and all communications are reviewed to ensure there's no predators targeting the kids.

And it kinda...grew. Into a huge thing.

Kids will tell other kids a lot of horrid shit, specifically horrid shit that happens to them.

A lot of abusers got unearthed in that first year.

So Tim is a Big Brother in the program. A required reporter of abuse, trained to recognize the signs.

He's assigned to one Daniel Fenton; the kid had a bad accident a few months ago, and ever since then he's been worrying his sister.

The kid lied, of course, and said his parents signed him up for the program, but Tim can read between the lines.

He makes a note of it, and Social Services deems it a non-emergency, and the kids parents are put on the backburner for questioning.

Honestly fourteen isn't that big of a gap from eighteen, but they get along well.

Then the kid starts saying...more and more concerning things.

That sleeping means people getting hurt, an evil lunch lady who actively tried to kill him, asking how to properly do a row of stitches, etc.

Tim gets really concerned when Danny starts going on about how weirdly obsessive his godfather is, how the man is a fruitloop, and starts alluding to physical abuse.

Then Danny stops replying entirely.

Tim sounds the alarm.

Social Services and police arrive at the Fentons, but Tim received unfortunate word that while they found the Fentons Danny is nowhere to be seen. Per the Fentons, he's at his GodFathers and has been for the past year as part of a therapy program for "healing in nature".

Tim legitimately steals the Batjet to get to Wisconsin before the cops or the Fentons can, finds the manor, and as he's about to infiltrate it a teenage boy staggers out of the woods.

He's covered in blood, there's a fucking bear trap on his leg, and he's holding a newborn baby.

Basically, AU where when Dani was made, Danny was being held prisoner in Vlad's Manor because Vlad convinced Danny's parents that it would be good for the "poor boy" to be so close to nature and away from whatever was stressing him at home. Danny finds out about Dani, but when she's just made infant stage of life. Technically a premature baby. He breaks her out and makes a run for it, but between dodging all of the ghost animals and traps, he gets fucked up. Turns out the best way to dodge Vlad's tracking tech is to be human, so that's what he does. He was not expecting his Big Brother Mentor to be waiting on the edge of the forest, standing there in an armani suit while the lights from the fucking BatJet outlined him from behind. Tim sees a teenager who went missing for almost a year with a premature baby and makes some assumptions. They are not good assumptions.

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Practice Your Skills

“You ever look at someone and wonder how hard it would be to get past their defenses and stab them.

Damian snapped his head to the side, looking at the young boy now standing beside him.

The boy put his hands up in front of him with a wince, “Not that I ever do that. Totally not, whaaaat???”

Damian huffed and turned back around to watch the gala participants.

“It’s just you kinda looked like you were contemplating the logistics of stabbing Mrs.Halterguild for squeezing your cheeks.”

Damian scowled. Then, after a moment’s beat, “It would not be very difficult. She is nearly blind in her left eye, I would be able to approach without repost.”

The kid hummed, turning back as well before motioning to another group to the far right, “What about Mr. Beckensmith, he’s a retired vet right?”

Damian rolled his eyes and scowled harder, “The man has only seen the battlefield of an office as he bribed his way from being fully enlisted and instead managed to pay for increasingly higher ranks and medals. He is a disgrace.”

The kid cocked his head to the side, looking suspicious for a second and then nodding with concession, “Fair enough, I bet I could get close enough too.”

Damian scoffed.

“What, don’t believe me?”

Damian leveled a doubtful glare at the civilian, making it clear by looking him up and down, “Hardly.”

The other smirked dangerously, “If I can get close enough to poke him and get away without being noticed, will you believe me?”

Damian narrowed his eyes but nodded succinctly and watched as the boy immediately took off, making a few loops around other people before finally backing up to Mr. Beckensmith and poking him on the opposite side as a group moved past.

Damian pursed his lips. Interesting. Certainly better than he would expect from an amateur. And an amateur civilian at that.

When the boy returns to his side Damian brushes off the asks of meaningless praise.

“Come on, I did it, now you have to go poke Mrs. Halterguild without getting caught.”

Damian sneers, “And why would I do that?”

“Because I don’t believe you either, the woman’s old but I bet she sees you and squeezes your cheeks again. Old ladies just have a sixth sense for that stuff you know.”

Damian nearly growls but sets off on his task. He makes sure to stay on her left side, but the woman turns at the last second, forcing Damian to use a passing waiter as cover to remain hidden and finally get close enough to poke her gaudy dress.

Then he sidles back up to the boy on the edges and provides his best ‘I am more capable than you’ scowl. The boy simply laughs and says, “Who’s next?”

They spend the night like that, choosing each other’s targets to attack non-lethally as though they were attempting to stab them, and Damian finds the gala going by in a significantly less tedious manner.

Right up until the boy laughs at him when he chooses a target. Only one bark of laughter escapes, but it is enough for Damian to consider stabbing him as well. If only with a butter knife.

Instead, Damian grinds his teeth and asks, “What is so different about Masters, do you really believe you would be unable to succeed?”

The other gives a breathless chuckle, “I’m pretty sure even you wouldn’t be able to successfully stab Vlad Masters,” The boy’s shoulders sag even as his jaw tightens with irritation, “He sees everything.”

Damian narrows his eyes. Something naws at the back of his brain but currently the critique of his capabilities takes precedence.

“I would be capable of stabbing Masters even without my favored sword,” Damian scowls and stands taller with annoyance.

“Sure you can, man,” At this, the boy quirks a sharp smile, “If you can actually get him, I’ll personally get you a magic sword,” he says with an air of amused indulgence. Like he thinks Damian is some insipid child saying he will find a fairy.

Damian grits his teeth and shakes the other’s hand, then immediately sets off after his target. How dare this civilian question him! He is the Son of the Bat, this is not even a challenge!

Damian growls as his approach is thwarted for the third time by the man turning in his direction and almost spotting him. How dare he! He will not fail!

Just as he reaches to jab the man in the side, already poised to make his escape, Masters whips around and clamps his fingers around Damian’s wrist with a vice grip.

“Really Daniel I thought we were over-“ Masters pauses, looking at Damian critically as he glares at the man’s offending hand, “You are not young Daniel.”

“Remove your hand from my person at once,” Damian growls.

Instead of listening to Damian’s very sensible directions, Masters tightens his grip and twists his arm, most likely in an attempt to hurt him.

“Now why is a child attempting to-“

Damian doesn’t wait to hear the rest of the man’s words, sliding a dagger into his other hand and swinging towards him, until that hand is caught mid-movement as well.

“Heh-Hey there!”

Damian snaps his head to the side just in time to see Grayson take his dagger and slide it into his pocket. He ignores the bark of laughter he hears from across the room.

Masters’ hand disappears from his arm suspiciously fast, “Mr. Wayne, what a pleasure!”

Damian looks over his other shoulder to see his father standing behind him, a thin smile on his face, “Vladimir!”

His father’s figure quickly obscures his vision, putting an arm over Masters’ shoulders in a way that clearly makes him irritated but forces him to follow as he is steered away.

“Dami, I thought we talked about the stabbing at formal events,” Grayson says through a strained smile as he looks over the crowd to make sure no else saw.

“Tt, it was merely a demonstration of my skills, he was in no real danger until he refused to release me. I simply sought to correct that mistake.”

Grayson pinchesthe bridge of his nose, “Demonstration for who, Dames? We all already know your skills.”

“Tt,” Damian scowls and turns away.

Instead of pushing it, Grayson simply sighs heavily, “Just stay out of trouble for the rest of the gala okay? We’re almost done.”

Damian scoffed and waited for Grayson to leave. Once he does, Damian finally looks over to where he had been lingering with the boy.

Gone.

Clearly he’d taken the cowards way out when he’d seen that Damian had been accosted by Masters.

Pitiful.

Damian spends the rest of the night scowling from the wall and looking serendipitously for a head of black hair and blue eyes unrelated to him.

Of course it’s not until they are actively leaving that Damian sees him and immediately splits off of from his family.

He approaches with irritation, preparing to grab the other by the shoulder when suddenly he turns around and blue eyes meet Damian’s green.

“You,” Damian sneers.

“Me,” The other shrugs. He has an amused smile on his face, though it was strained at the edges.

They stare in silence for a minute, before the other’s smile grows and sharpens once more, “I didn’t expect you to actually try to stab him, y’know,” A slight laugh escapes him, “Not that it was unwelcome by any means, but still, unexpected.”

Damian scowls again, glaring at this foolish civilian.

“Oh, I never introduced myself did I?!”

The boy exclaims and holds out a hand, smile dangerous, “Daniel Fenton. Or if we’re being technical,” a pause as Damian finally returns the gesture and finds his hand trapped, “Daniel Masters, a pleasure to meet you Damian.”

“Hurry up little badger,” A voice says beside them, and Damian notices that it is indeed Vladimir Masters.

The man approaches, placing a heavy hand on Fenton’s shoulder, making the boy go taut, and then they both step into a dark car, leaving Damian on the front steps.

Damian’s anger flares and he shoots a glare directly to the boy getting into the car. It dies the moment they meet eyes and Damian sees the fear hiding in the other’s eyes.

Fear that Damian is all too familiar with.

Fear that reminded Damian of himself. Reminded him of his own eyes when he’d been under his grandfather.

But why did Fenton look like that?

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The Joker was apprehended, sitting on the ground as Batman guarded him, but the kid--"Bruce Wayne's newest ward, how tragic! Hehehe!"--was nowhere to be found. Nightwing and Red Hood desperate searched the warehouse until a shuffling noise grabbed their attention.

A kid, black haired just like the kid in the Joker's broadcast, crawling out of a pile of boxes. "Is it over?" the boy asked quietly.

Nightwing guided him to the only exit, unfortunately walking past the boy's own kidnapper. "Yeah, kid. It's over. Come on-"

Like a shot, the boy rushed the Joker and kicked him right in the balls.

The Joker wheezed like a dying squeaky toy. Red Hood froze. Nightwing immediately snatched the boy up by the armpits, but all that did was give the boy the height to attack again, punting Joker in the jaw. The clown went down and cracked his head on the floor. He did not get back up.

There was a moment of silence before Red Hood roared with laughter, his helmet distorting the sound.

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There's an up-and-coming Tech Giant, called Fenton Works, and Batman is determined to prove that the company is a front for a villain.

Danny, after his parents turned from Ghost hunting to being the first official Ghost Anthropologists, decided to repurpose some of their weapons.

And, well, there was a contest being run by Wayne Enterprises; whoever can design a robot that will help the environment got prize money and a grant.

Danny, in all his mechanical engineering prowess, was bored. So he designed a thing. Repurposed the Fenton Guns into a cute robotic tortoise that would clean the beach.

It spiraled from there, and now Fenton Works is the leading name in green technology that's cleaning up the Earth bit by bit. Sea Dragon robots that clean oil and trash from the ocean; beach tortoises that clean the sand and beach and deposit their hoard of trash into designated receptacles that Danny uses as material to make more robots; Cryptid "stalker" robots with long legs that delicately patrol forests to perform "fuel management" and clear out the underbrush to help manage wildfires; moving gargoyle robots that sit on top of skyscrapers to help clean the air with huge sail-like wings, etc.

Basically, Danny pulls a Doctor Elisabet Sobeck, but with less world ending and more actually helping. (Not that the world ending was Elisabet's fault, of course, but different franchise)

And due to the number of times aliens try to attack and rogues send their own robots to attack people, naturally Danny installed self-defense protocols, along with one single golden rule written into the very OS of every single robot; Save Humans Whatever the Cost.

Problem is, Batman has never seen robots like this not be used for evil purposes, and he knows that their power source (a closely guarded Fenton Works secret) is some sort of liquid that glows green.

He really only knows of one liquid that glows green.

So he's determined to find everything he can about Fenton Works, because there's no way that Daniel Fenton isn't actually a villain in the making.

Danny's just thrilled for the chance to work with Wayne Enterprises.