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The paper work Would Not Go Away. Who knew realms beings even had paperwork?!? But no, the bloody prick of a messenger had decided the best place to offload all of these papers onto Constantine was in the middle of a briefing meeting on diplomacy that Constantine was somehow roped into attending. And now there was a pile of papers about his soul and shares and all of the various deals Constantine had made over the last 30 years or so. Fuck.

Constantine lit a cigarette, then tried to set one of the pages on fire. The flames lit blue around the edges, but just as quickly extinguished. Shit, fuck, this was going to take bloody forever to shift through.

Somehow, Constantine knew this Ghost King (and wasn't that a riot, a new Ghost King) was laughing at him. He couldn't just leave it, he'd tried that already, and he couldn't put it off much more either without the pile teleporting on top of him. Constantine sighed, and with the help of a favor with Boston started slowly but surely going through the documentation and approvals of all of the last 30 years of his mistakes.

Delivery

Danny really didn’t like the bowing and formality of being the Ghost King. Yes he had a lot of power but as long as you were decent he didn’t feel the need to exercise it. So Danny decided to disguise himself. His choice, a messenger.

He used to have only two forms, his human side and ghost side. Now he has four. A Royal form and his messenger form. His normal ghost form could now could be considered his comfy form, which he uses when he’s just hanging as friends.

Anyway what started the whole messenger thing was when he found out there was an entire room full of paperwork just relating to one guy. Like good for him in his Soul Evasion but not for the poor Ghost King. So he decided to return to sender.

Once in disguise (Thank you minor shapeshifting), he used a portal to get to the guys vicinity. Which happened to be in the middle of a Justice League meeting. Great. Okay Danny you got the bored look down, just do your supposed job.

“I’m looking for a…” he checks a clipboard he pulled out of nowhere. “John Constantine.”

He hears a curse to his left and glances over. Yep that’s the guy. Someone asks, “Why are you looking for him?”

Danny smiles blandly. “I need to deliver a package. It is quite large though so I will need a…” He glances at the clipboard again. “12 by 24 by 30 foot room to place it in.”

Constantine blinks confused. “But I didn’t order anything? Especially not from one of your kind.”

Danny nodded. “Yes this is a late return order I’m afraid. We finally got through some of the back log.”

Perturbed Constantine agreed and Danny was led to a place in the Watchtower after getting a signature for confirmation of delivery. Checking that the measurements were correct, Danny opened the portal and with a whomp the piles of paperwork landed in the room. Impressively none of the towers of paper toppled over, only swaying a little.

The heroes that had followed out of curiosity gaped. Constantine sputtered out a, “What the ‘ell is all this?!”

Danny gave a toothy smile. “This? This is all paperwork tied to you. The Ghost King decided that if you wanted to create so much paperwork then you can be the one to fill it out.” Ripping open another portal Danny waved and said his goodbyes. “Well my job is done. Bye!”

Once back in his keep he couldn’t keep himself from breaking out into laughter. It was so worth it to play messenger boy for that.

Later (not really a connected scene but had to share):

Danny floated into one of the Demon Princes receiving rooms. Constantine had gone through some of the paperwork and he needed to deliver the finished copies. Turns out being a messenger gave him a lot of wiggle room in going to new locations.

As Ghost King he would need to ask permission, get a bunch of gifts, etc etc. Messengers just needed a ‘hey I’m neutral and temporarily entering your territory’ and as long as Danny stayed out of restricted areas he had basically free rein.

Upon getting the sigil of confirmation from the Demon Prince he handed him the papers. The Demon frowned as he started reading and then snarled. “What is this?! That human’s soul was mine so why do I suddenly not have full claim?”

Danny shrugged. “I’m just the messenger but at a guess, the guy took advantage of the fact the bureaucracy was back logged and got some more deals. Heard the Ghost King is having him work through his own paperwork as punishment for making so much.”

Snarling and grumbling, the Demon shooed him away. He smirked. It was fun to see everyone react upon receiving bad news.

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You know those photos of little birds sleeping together on a branch, all cuddled up in a line? This, but its the Order of the Robins from Dark Knights of Steel, high up on some precarious ledge:

(The photos in question:)

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from the DP art server event Suburban Outfitters last year where we draw a character in an outfit we wear and/or ourselves in a dp character’s outfit

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Dpxdc prompt:

I'm taking back the crown

Danny gets thrown into the Dc universe by Clockwork(for whatever reason, vacation, escaping the idiot GIW, his parents, etc), and Danny was told he was allowed to be anything, vigilante, hero, anti-hero, villain, etc.

So why not? Danny decided on villain(or anti-hero) because he has SO MUCH pent up aggression. Or just needs to release some gremlin energy, take ur pick.

(and say he is like the ghost prince(to be ghost king but not yet, needs to be of age) in this too)

He decided to create a whole cover story of the ring of rage and crown of fire, saying that they are both ancient valuable artifacts(which isn't wrong), and making it sound such a worthwhile for LOTS of villains, and definitely on the radar of the JL.

And Danny straight up waits for the debut of the crown on show(in a museum idk how they got it.), he runs up, jumps over the thing parting the crowd from the crown, using Intangibility to snag the crown, making the ring of rage visible.

"YOINK! MINE NOW!"

And he runs out, using Intangibility to dive through security and civilians.

And if added John Constantine who is reviewing the footage(idfk maybe the JL contacts the JLD with suspicions the artifacts could be enchanted)

IDFK WHAT ELSE WOULD HAPPEN

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Dpxdc prompt:

I'm taking back the crown

Danny gets thrown into the Dc universe by Clockwork(for whatever reason, vacation, escaping the idiot GIW, his parents, etc), and Danny was told he was allowed to be anything, vigilante, hero, anti-hero, villain, etc.

So why not? Danny decided on villain(or anti-hero) because he has SO MUCH pent up aggression. Or just needs to release some gremlin energy, take ur pick.

(and say he is like the ghost prince(to be ghost king but not yet, needs to be of age) in this too)

He decided to create a whole cover story of the ring of rage and crown of fire, saying that they are both ancient valuable artifacts(which isn't wrong), and making it sound such a worthwhile for LOTS of villains, and definitely on the radar of the JL.

And Danny straight up waits for the debut of the crown on show(in a museum idk how they got it.), he runs up, jumps over the thing parting the crowd from the crown, using Intangibility to snag the crown, making the ring of rage visible.

"YOINK! MINE NOW!"

And he runs out, using Intangibility to dive through security and civilians.

And if added John Constantine who is reviewing the footage(idfk maybe the JL contacts the JLD with suspicions the artifacts could be enchanted)

IDFK WHAT ELSE WOULD HAPPEN

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Jimmy Olsen, opting to make some spare money on the side (there's a new camera that just dropped and it's worth more than his normal salary can afford), signs up for a Clinical Trial.

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It'll pay more than enough for that new camera he wants, and he just has to use his two weeks of saved vacation time from work to do it.

But he should have read the fine print.

Because he went to sleep in his bed, and woke up in what looks like a hotel room without any windows.

He pushes the emergency button on his watch, trying to summon Superman, but nothing happens.

Wherever he is, it's so well fortified that Superman can't hear the frequency the watch is going off at.

After the initial freak out though, the doctors come in and explain how the trial will work; two weeks of taking a pill in the morning and getting a shot in the afternoon, blood draws once every three days to monitor any side effects, consulting with a personal doctor every day, and he gets to basically actually have a two week vacation.

The secrecy, the doctors say, is due to it being a Government Run Clinical Trial, and they really are sorry for drugging him, but they figured it would be less stressful than throwing a black hood over his head on the way to the location.

Jimmy does not forgive them.

This is shady as shit.

But also, the doctors very notably did not say he could leave before the trial was up.

The best thing he can do is play along until he can find a chance to escape.

Except that the pills glow a little. The shots definitely glow, and not just a little. If he struggles, they sedate him and give him the meds anyways, and he wakes up in his hotel/prison cell, groggy. If he doesn't talk to the doctor about how he's feeling physically every day, they strap him down and run tests with various scanners.

There's no windows. The doors, every single one of them, need a key card and a thumb print scan to open. There is no cell phone signal; he knows because he overheard the armed guards complaining about it. No matter how many times he whispers for Superman, the Man of Steel doesn't come.

Hell, at one point, when Jimmy was actively struggling against getting injected again, he quite literally screamed for Superman, only for nothing to happen.

Everything is soundproofed, then.

He's not sure how long it's been, but he's fairly certain it's been over two weeks, unless they changed the schedule for the pills and the shots without telling him. Also, his hair is getting longer than it would have in two weeks.

And things are starting to get weird. Well, weirder.

His eyes sometimes glow red. One time he accidentally started floating. They held a jar of some strange glowing orb near him and his breath started frosting over.

He's sleeping more.

He can feel his heart slowing down more and more every day.

He knows he's dying.

And he knows that, for some reason, that's the goal; when he'd been in a sleepy haze, and the scientists and doctors had thought him unconscious, he'd heard them talking about him almost having the same biology as 'Phantom', and that all that was left was the brainwashing stage.

That they were just waiting for him to die before they did that.

But the closer he gets to death, the stronger he becomes. He hides it, of course, but it's difficult to hide a bent metal chair leg. He doesn't know if that happened due to enhanced strength or...or something else.

Then one day he looks up to see his eyes glowing red, but in the way that Superman's do before he uses laser vision. The floating gets more pronounced. He accidentally froze his morning coffee when he blew on it.

For some reason, his body appears to be developing the same or similar powers to Superman, and he has no idea why, or if it's permanent.

But he won't get answers if they refuse to tell him anything face to face.

So he pretends to be unconscious more; that way they'll talk more around him.

He learns that Phantom was a hero, despite the bullshit they're saying he knows one when he hears about one, who they took down.

That they experimented on him until all that was left was...the small glowing orb in a jar they kept shoving at his face.

And something in Jimmy knows that Phantom can still be saved.

If he can time it right, he can try to punch his way through enough of the guards and scientists to get to a part of the compound in the open air, somewhere he can get help.

Somewhere Superman can finally hear him.

He just has to do half the work.

Fine.

The more he plans, the more he feels an odd attachment to the orb in the jar. To Phantom.

Something inside him knows that's just a kid, and he can't explain how it knows.

Then, one day, when the timing is right, and he feels like he's on the cusp of...something, he strikes.

He takes a deep breath, just as they go to inject him again, feels his heart finally slow to a stop, and throws the metal table at the doctors in the room.

He doesn't even pause to acknowledge that his feet aren't touching the ground. That he's flying.

He's already across the room and grabbing Phantom, using the momentum to punch out the steel door.

The weapons they try to use on him to stop him sting, but Jimmy tanks it and barrels forward, breaking down door after door without stopping.

Then, after getting blinded by a sun he hasn't seen in an unknown number of days, he's out in the open air.

"Superman! Help!"

With an army rallying behind him, a rescued hostage in his arms, and Jimmy actively fighting off a nervous breakdown, Superman hears him.

And Superman is pissed.

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Clark has been out of his mind with worry.

Jimmy Olsen has been missing for seven months, and no one can pinpoint where he is.

He can't hear Jimmy's heart, and the only thing preventing him from believing that Jimmy's dead is the staunch refusal to do so, and Bruce reassuring him that the evidence in Jimmy's apartment indicated that whoever took him wanted him alive.

So after seven months of no word, he finally, finally hears Jimmy's hoarse, terrified voice scream for him.

He's there before he fully realizes that he's moved, and...

Jimmy's floating.

Jimmy doesn't have a pulse.

Jimmy's very clearly alive somehow despite that, ragged with unkempt blue hair and beard so pale the blue was almost white, skinnier than he should be, glowing pale red eyes, and cradling a jar with a glowing orb inside of it.

"They did to him what they were trying to do to me, and I don't know what they did," Jimmy gasps, hands shaking. "I can fly, I have laser vision, I have frost breath, I don't know what...I don't..."

Behind Jimmy, a small army of men in white suits rushes out of a hole in the wall, leveling strange weapons at his friend.

The same friend they experimented on, for seven months, and probably did irreversible damage to if they managed to foist Kryptonian abilities upon a human body.

Clark reaches out and closes Jimmy's eyes, cutting off and containing the laser vision his friend was gearing up to use from stress alone.

Then, slowly, Superman turns to look down at the men in white suits below him, who appear to be having the sudden and startling revelation that they'd messed up.

The Man of Steel loses a little time after that.

Or; The GIW opens a Clinical Trial to try to create a new halfa after experimenting on their captured subject, Phantom, so much that Phantom was forced into his Core. The Clinical Trial only lasts for two weeks; but after that they can keep whoever signs up for it indefinitely, because at that point they're so ecto-contaminated they don't count as human and fall under the anti-ecto acts. Then, they can create their own halfa and brainwash the halfa into doing their dirty work. Jimmy Olsen, desperate to escape, has been slowly adapting to have the powers of Superman, who is his friend and who would absolutely be able to save not only Jimmy, but whoever these scientists turned into a glowing orb. Since ecto is adaptable, it adapted to the powerset that Jimmy thought he needed. This includes the very last ability he got; invulnerability, but on a lesser scale than Superman's own, hence why anti-ghost weapons only stung him.

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Something sunny

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Hmmm yes this hurts mhm I want moreeee

WIP WEDNESDAY

Tim died, and Death received him in black.

Not the inky black of velvet, nor the warm hush of midnight. No, this was the absolute stillness of shadow made solid—black Ice that bled frostbite and silence, stretching endlessly in every direction. Cold air clung to his skin like regret. When Tim opened his eyes, the first thing he felt wasn’t pain.

It was absence.

He lay on a frozen floor, the ground slick with frost, his breath fogging faintly before him. His body ached—not with injury, but with memory. Every weight he’d carried in life seemed to have followed him here, pressing down on his chest like unfinished words.

The chamber around him was cathedral-like in height, carved entirely from obsidian and black Ice. Pale blue light shimmered from high crevices, casting no warmth. Sitting directly ahead of him, raised on a jagged throne of polished darkness, was a figure cloaked in shadow and power.

A crown of blue fire flickered atop his head, casting dancing light across his inhuman form. His face was obscured, save for two glowing green eyes—luminescent, ancient, and quietly watchful.

"You died," the figure declared, voice echoing like thunder in snow. It held no malice. No judgment. Just a terrible, cosmic certainty. "But you are lucky. The spirit of Gotham has intervened on your behalf. You are granted a choice."

Tim blinked, lips chapped, arms wrapped around himself. The cold didn't bother him as much as the clarity of the moment.

"You may return to your city—not to your body, but to become one of its spirits. You’ll keep your memories, defend your family, and haunt the place you bled for."

A beat. Those glowing eyes never left him.

"Or," the king continued, "you may pass into the next life. The true afterlife. Your memories will fade, but so too will your burdens. You will know peace."

The fire crackled as the final offer fell into the void.

"Or you may become one of my denizens—creatures of shadow and liminal space. You will forget your name and past, but walk again among the living in other forms."

Tim didn’t move.

Silence stretched, hollow and endless. Then, after what felt like an eternity, he exhaled—a sound too tired to be a sigh.

"...Can I choose neither?"

The king tilted his head, flame crown flickering.

"What do you mean?"

Tim stared down at his hands, pale and ghostlike. His voice cracked.

"I just... I don't want any of it. I don’t want to go back. I don’t want to go forward. I don’t want to become something else." He swallowed. "I just want to fade away."

The figure on the throne blinked.

"...What?" The word was startled. Off-balance. "Why? No one has ever asked that. Not even the damned."

Tim lifted his gaze, eyes glassy.

"Because I’m tired. I spent my whole life—every day—trying to be someone for someone else. A replacement. A soldier. A detective. A good son. A good friend. A perfect something."

His breathing hitched. He clutched at his ribs, where the ache of loss lived like a parasite.

"I tried so hard to be kind. To be useful. To be... seen. And in the end, none of it mattered. I died, and no one noticed. No one called. I was always someone’s backup plan. Someone's second."

Tears slipped down his cheeks, warm in the icy stillness.

"I don’t want to come back. I don’t want to be another version of someone else. I just want to stop existing. I want to be forgotten."

And then the sobs began.

Not the tight, controlled kind he’d always allowed himself—no, these were broken, animal cries. Grief carved him open from the inside out. All the words he’d never said, all the pain he’d swallowed, came spilling out in gasping breaths and muffled wails.

He crumbled to his knees.

And the King of the Dead—this ancient, terrifying thing crowned in flame—stood swiftly, the fire dimming slightly as he descended from his throne.

He moved with the care of someone used to being feared—and now trying not to be.

He knelt beside Tim, and without a word, wrapped his arms around him.

Not like a monarch. Not like a god.

Like someone who had once cried the same way.

The cloak enveloped him, and for the first time in years—alive or dead—Tim didn’t flinch from a touch. He didn’t pull away from warmth. He clung. Clung to this stranger in fire and Ice like a drowning man clings to the shore.

And the King held him as Tim shattered. As he sobbed out the loneliness that had slowly killed him. As he wept for all the versions of himself that had never been enough.

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thinking of these three again

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DcxDp

Danny, like any teen, learned how to skateboard. After his accident, skateboarding became a serious part of his routine since it helped with his psychical and mental recovery. Several years later and Danny gets dragged to some gala in Gotham, where he meets Tim Drake while hiding in a corner watching skateboarding videos on his phone to fill his second obsession since there's too much pollution to see the stars in Gotham. Tim happened to be a fellow skating enthusiast, and he and Danny immediately get along. The two ditch the gala to head back to Wayne manor to Tim's skateboard and a spare for Danny. Tim practically had to beg Damian to cover so Bruce wouldn't find out. Tim skipped gala duty to go skateboarding with the cute guy he just met. Bruce already knows. Danny is just happy to get away from Vlad

(Y'know, I feel like you consistently send me long asks, and I gotta say: your ideas are always really fun and creative, but it's so difficult to reply bc I usually have nothing to add 😭)

Useless Drake: plz cover for me. i will owe you

demon brat: Fine. You will accompany me to the art museum on Friday.

Useless Drake: *pats you*

demon brat: Do not start this incessant role playing nonsense!

Tim was pulled out of his focus on teasing Damian by a nudge to his shoulder. He turned and met gazes with the boy that he had snuck out with, one Danny Nightingale.

"Still wanna skate?" Danny asked, tilting his head. He wore a black and green helmet, his hair pushed over his bright blue eyes.

Tim couldn't help but flush at his intense gaze. He kicked his skateboard and it did a flip in the air before Tim caught it with a smile.

He enjoyed Danny's smile and the exasperated roll of his eyes as he said, "Let's go. I bet you can't ollie down those stairs."

He gestured to the ten-step stairs before them.

Danny narrowed his eyes and smirked.

"You're on!"

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Jimmy had been dodging aliens in another attempt to take over the world, when he'd noticed one of the newer heroes going down. In Jimmy's defense, he'd just been trying to catch the kid and pull him out of the way.

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He was not anticipating falling through a glowing green portal into a hellscape of green and purple, only to fall through that and land on a floating island that looks like a rain forest.

And he really, really wasn't anticipating needing to haul the newer hero, Phantom he thinks, through said forest as he tries to outrun a deranged floating robot hunter that wants to skin the kid.

Except he didn't think far enough about what he was going to do once he got to the edge of the island, because now he's at the edge of it, overlooking a green abyss, and staring down the barrel of a gun.

He's injured, he's bleeding from multiple places, and something's wrong with Phantom; the kid won't wake up.

"You made this hunt fun," his hunter says, clearly happy. "For this I will award you, mortal, and take your pelt for my wall to rest alongside Phantom's."

Jimmy does not want that.

Jimmy is pretty sure Phantom does not want that.

Jimmy decides to jump off the side of the island with Phantom in tow.

The hunter dives after them, the gun's aim never wavering, only for him to get attacked by a bunch of...vultures?

Vultures that grab him and Phantom and drag them to another portal, one not far off.

He's thrown into a lab. Because of course he is.

There's a Count Dracula knock off staring down at him, glowing red eyes surprised.

"Well well well, who is this?" He asks, voice lilting. "One of his little friends?"

"Su-!" A cold hand closes around his throat, cutting off the cry before it can finish.

"Oh, don't bother him, he's busy with that alien invasion that's still ongoing," Dracula tells him, using the other hand to pick Phantom up and pull him away from Jimmy.

Jimmy's hand snaps to his watch only for the watch to be blown off his wrist with a flash of light and a burning sensation.

"If I'm being completely honest, I've no idea what to do with you. A human? In my lab?"

"It's more likely than you think!" One of the vultures crows, before being smacked into silence by it's brethren.

Dracula sighs, like he's being put upon, and drags Jimmy to a different section of the lab, ignoring the human's weakening struggles.

Just when Jimmy thinks he's about to pass out from lack of oxygen, he's thrown into a cell, and glowing bars slam down after him.

"Sit tight, I'll make you forget you were ever here later," Dracula orders him, hefting up Phantom with one hand and frowning. "I may have misjudged how much to drug him with, if he's still stuck in this form. Oh well."

Then Dracula shrugs, and walks off to a far more horrifying part of the lab with tubes big enough to house people, and weird green liquid running through tubes connected to needles.

Jimmy needs to get out, and he needs to take Phantom with him.

And luckily for him, he's pretty sure Dracula accidentally set off the watch when he shot it off his arm.

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Vlad had, in his defense, warned Daniel that if he tried to go into battle as injured as he was then he would drug the boy and force him to undergo medical treatment.

Sure, he hadn't meant to drag in one of his little civilian human friends, but it's fine, he'll just put the red-head aside while he works on Daniel.

He is, after all, trying to be 'good' now.

But good does not mean kind, and he made no promises about being 'nice'.

So he'll handle the little human later, once Daniel is sorted out.

Besides, how much trouble can one little red-head be?

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Uh Oh! You got a lap full of Ghost Prince! Time for you to become humanity’s worst possible ambassador

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tim and barbara's first (in-person) meeting from batman: cataclysm

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Drowsy King

DP x DC Prompt

Danny was completely tired, his Ghost King duties, his schoolwork, and avoiding the GIW and his parents have completely exhausted him. He just wants to sleep, but he can't. Things need to be done,and he's the only one who can get them done. Jazz, Sam, and Tucker are looking forward to their futures, and he doesn't want to drag them into his problems more than he already has.

Clockwork, seeing the timeline unfold down a path that will cause the young Halfa to break down and fade away, steps in and proposes an idea that will surely help the young Halfa King with no strings attached (other than Danny gaining others that care for him, no matter what).

Clockwork will send Danny to a new dimension to sleep for as long as he wants whenever he wants. He will also return to his dimension at the time Danny tells Clockwork to bring him back.

Danny had been moved to the dimension Clockwork chose. The room he finds himself in is decorated with elegant yet simple looking decor, but he's not looking at the decor. He immediately flopped onto the bed (which was so very soft and comfortable) and immediately fell asleep, not knowing that he's in an underground chamber Clockwork made for him somewhere that isn't near any big settlements.

Cue someone of the Hero community in the DC world stumbling across Danny as he sleeps during one of his stays in their world just to sleep.

Some research was done on who the sleeping boy is by the Justice League, and then learning that the boy is a deity of all the deities (Clockwork implanting snippets of Danny's life, as Ghost King, across the many time periods of the DC world so he isn't too badly received by the inhabitants), which causes them to freak out a bit, as they learned that if he is woken up before he has gotten his rest, he will cause trouble (Again, Clockwork's doing, but the Time Ghost being a bit of a troll, as the most damage Danny would do is causing the area around his underground chamber to be in a permanent winter storm until he is fully rested, Clockwork even gave Danny some Titles that Danny will gain through the beliefs of the masses in the DC world, Benevolent King of the Dead, Intelligent Craftsman, Bringer of the Ice Age, Origin of Lazarus).

Of course, the Justice League couldn't keep the existence of Danny a secret, and now people have begun to leave offerings to the slumbering God. When Danny eventually wakes up from his slumber, he is surprised to see that there are many things left for him, mainly food, but he's not complaining. After eating most of the food left for him and sending the other stuff that isn't food to his Keep, he is sent back to his home dimension and goes about his life. The people of the DC world await his return, as Clockwork even left behind an explanation on why Danny won't be there at all times. "When the slumbering King awakes, he shall return to his duties of protecting his subjects and return to his chambers to slumber again when he accomplishes his goals"

And then a bad reveal happens. Danny is badly injured and is heading to the one place he knows that he will be safe. The dimension that Clockwork picked out for him to sleep in.

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Brucie Wayne comes out with his own cosmetic line.

When asked about it during an interview he responds, “Why let the girls have all the fun?” before winking at the camera, kissing some reporter on the cheek, and disappearing while the camera pans to the bright red lipstick mark.

His kids do the bulk of the promoting, sending out packages to people on youtube and tiktok and instagram. Tim has them all try out a few looks on their social medias. There are a few “collabs” that Bruce is grateful he doesn’t have to appear in.

The fan favorite of the promos is a youtube video called My Siblings Do My Makeup, which is just Tim subjecting himself to the chaos. Steph and Dick’s looks are as always, unfairly good. Jason goes for a drag look and Tim is happy to complete the makeover when Steph lends him an appropriate dress. Cass and Duke do well but they go for straightforward and not overly complicated. The video ends with Damian’s look, everyone sitting stunned. He hadn’t gone for the obvious troll they’d been expecting. In fact, Tim thought it might be his favorite look of the video. When pressed, all Damian would say on the subject is, “I have seen my Mother prepare for far more dignified outings than the galas you subject me to.”

It’s an absolute hit. Especially in Gotham, where people have frequent encounters with rogues that love leaving their victims with “reminders” that aren’t easy concealed. There are reddit pages dedicated to people suggesting the brand for covering up scars and other noticeable markings.

There is even a video, shaky and badly lit, of Nightwing shouting at Two Face during a rooftop pursuit asking if he’s tried out the sample he sent him. The video ends abruptly with some shouted curses punctuated with gunfire. The following morning, from a burner twitter account, was a single image of someone in a red helmet holding Harvey Dent for the camera, both sides of his face looking like he did just before the accident, although far angrier.

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Brucie Wayne comes out with his own cosmetic line.

When asked about it during an interview he responds, “Why let the girls have all the fun?” before winking at the camera, kissing some reporter on the cheek, and disappearing while the camera pans to the bright red lipstick mark.

His kids do the bulk of the promoting, sending out packages to people on youtube and tiktok and instagram. Tim has them all try out a few looks on their social medias. There are a few “collabs” that Bruce is grateful he doesn’t have to appear in.

The fan favorite of the promos is a youtube video called My Siblings Do My Makeup, which is just Tim subjecting himself to the chaos. Steph and Dick’s looks are as always, unfairly good. Jason goes for a drag look and Tim is happy to complete the makeover when Steph lends him an appropriate dress. Cass and Duke do well but they go for straightforward and not overly complicated. The video ends with Damian’s look, everyone sitting stunned. He hadn’t gone for the obvious troll they’d been expecting. In fact, Tim thought it might be his favorite look of the video. When pressed, all Damian would say on the subject is, “I have seen my Mother prepare for far more dignified outings than the galas you subject me to.”

It’s an absolute hit. Especially in Gotham, where people have frequent encounters with rogues that love leaving their victims with “reminders” that aren’t easy concealed. There are reddit pages dedicated to people suggesting the brand for covering up scars and other noticeable markings.

There is even a video, shaky and badly lit, of Nightwing shouting at Two Face during a rooftop pursuit asking if he’s tried out the sample he sent him. The video ends abruptly with some shouted curses punctuated with gunfire. The following morning, from a burner twitter account, was a single image of someone in a red helmet holding Harvey Dent for the camera, both sides of his face looking like he did just before the accident, although far angrier.