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I think barry will quit this job too

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Silver's talking like a true Sonic Fan.

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If Sonic ever grapples with PTSD or crashes out I think he should be totally oblivious about it. He's fine and he genuinely believes he's fine until he's very much not fine. Make him get confused at what a panic attack is only because he's never had one himself before, and HOO BOY is being on the receiving end of one a totally different experience than trying to help someone calm down from one.

Have Sonic hide, not in a "no I'm fine" *awkward smile* *runs off* sort of way, but as a "Yeah, I'm not doing my greatest, but I'm sorting it out! Thanks for asking!" sort of way- and have him genuinely believing what he says until the midnight crashout. Sonic is a Cool Guy, he strongly feels that as a part of his identity, so let him convince himself that he's Chill and Nothing Is Wrong and watch the fireworks go off.

The old "Sonic running away from his friends mid-conversation because they brought up the topic of his own emotions" should be used extremely sparingly for maximum oomph. For me that's climax-of-the-story type material. Definitely not a regular occurrence. Because running away is essentially an admission of guilt at that point, and I just don't think he'd do that unless under serious duress. This is the guy who runs towards world-ending peril, not away; the image of Sonic actually fleeing away from something that scares him? Fantastic, hits like a truck, 10/10 angst- you can't just squander that.

I truly think the difference between Sonic and Shadow is this:

Shadow knows exactly why he's feeling negative emotions even if he sucks at reading what said emotions actually are and expressing them healthily. He knew that seeing Maria get shot fucked him up royally even if he didn't know exactly what PTSD was at the time. He feels vindicated in the grief and rage and all that. He's afraid to show weakness, but definitely not afraid to show negative emotion and lash out.

Sonic has very little idea why he feels any negative emotions when he does. Unless he's explicitly sick with something that's making him feel poorly, the feeling will bubble up and he'll be like "why am I feeling like this? This doesn't make any sense. Nothing bad has happened!". Guy who Denies His Own Emotions, if you will. Guy who just assumes that his default needs to be chill/happy/cocky and sees any other emotion as a problem. Guy who thinks fighting off world invasions as a child is "normal" and nothing to experience negative emotions about. You get the gist.

TL;DR: I need a fic of Sonic crashing out and Shadow comforting him but where Sonic's crashout response is actually distinct to his character (super mega bonus points if it's not the Sonic Forces Torture Time that Sonic is crashing out over. Personal bias and all that.)

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DPxDC Prompt: Open Invitation

Every ghost in the Zone and out of the Zone knows about the Christmas Truce. The single day of no fighting has lasted since Christmas had been called Yuletide and other names, that every single ghost respected it and tried to make it, especially if they weren’t in the Infinite Realms. After all, when you were dead, it was fun to have a little party and cut loose without fighting and where any grudges or rivalries were temporarily suspended.

And despite being ghosts who mostly resided in the living realm, Deadman, Gentleman Ghost, Marilyn Moonlight, Lady Gotham and other ghosts like them all attended the Christmas Truce party—once, Lady Gotham had brought Solomon Grundy, and no one cared. He may be a zombie, but undead was still dead and Grundy was more halfa-adjacent if it came down to technicalities, and had been welcome there ever since. JLD, of course, had an open invitation due to their association with Deadman (though Constantine tried to avoid the Ancient of Time he hooked up with one—okay, several—times), and after Danny started attending after the Ghostwriter incident, his fraid had an open invitation too, despite how half of them were still among the living (not like it mattered anyway, since they were liminal enough to count as ghostly)

It was due to Danny’s, and later Dani’s, attendance that Lady Gotham and Deadman realised they knew a halfa, who the Truce party’s open invitation extended to even though he didn’t know. And being in the pure ectoplasm of the Realms might help the halfa with the issues of his core and the damage the Lazarus Pit had done to it, and the Phantom twins would be thrilled at meeting him, that all three weren’t alone.

So, on Christmas Eve, Lady Gotham and Deadman go into Crime Alley and bring Red Hood into the Ghost Zone to where the Truce party is being held at (re: kidnap him)

Jason has no idea where he is, who these strange, glowing people are aside from Grundy or why they’re all drinking what looks to be Lazarus Water or why he feels better than he has in years since he came back, but for some reason he doesn’t feel like he’s in danger and like a part of him belongs here, and these people haven’t batted a single eye around him and are instead encouraging him to let loose and drink some shots and have some fun, it’s a Truce party after all. And when in Rome, right?

Danny rocks up a couple hours later and has no idea why the regular human vigilante Red Hood is in the Ghost Zone or drinking ectoplasm while having the time of his life and is internally freaking out and not having a single clue that he’s a potential halfa. Yet (Dani knows, having arrived before both of them and Deadman had let her know right before he and Lady Gotham had brought Jason, and is having the time of her life meeting another halfa despite how gross his core feels and seeing Danny lose his mind before he realises, too)

Meanwhile, the Batfamily is low-key worried (read: high-key panicking) about Jason’s disappearance and trying to figure out where the hell he is.

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Danny needs a Girlfriend Part 1

Title: Dani’s Quest for the Perfect Girlfriend

Dani Phantom had one mission.

Not saving the world. Not hunting ghosts. Not even causing chaos with her ever-growing collection of prank supplies.

No, this mission was far more important: Find Danny a girlfriend.

It wasn’t just because Danny was lonely, though he kinda was. Or because he deserved love, though he definitely did. No, it was because Dani knew her clone-big-brother was an idiot when it came to feelings, and if she didn’t step in, he’d end up married to his thermos.

First, she made a list of qualifications:

Pretty (because, duh)

Strong (to keep up with ghost fights)

Not a psycho (sorry, Vlad)

Not from Amity Park (because wow that dating pool was a radioactive mess)

Okay with half-dead weirdness (because Danny wasn’t exactly “alive” in the normal way)

Her first thought was Sam.

That lasted all of five minutes.

Dani watched from the shadows as Sam lectured a barista about ethical soy milk while also trying to make Danny feel guilty for not using his ghost powers to help with her causes. Then she saw Sam get mad that Danny didn’t want to sneak into a weapons facility for her "activist group." That was the moment Dani decided Sam was a certified hypocrite and maybe just liked Danny’s powers more than Danny himself.

Next came Valerie.

She was cool. Smart. Knew her way around a blaster. But then Dani snooped (for science!) and found the box of “breakup” memorabilia in Danny’s room. Old movie tickets. A crumpled apology note. And a picture of Danny with a black eye and Val scowling at him. Apparently, they'd tried, and it had ended in disaster. Dani put a big red X over Val's name.

And then she left Amity Park.

She visited Metropolis. Too many cape-chasers.

Central City? Too fast. Literally.

Jump City? The Titans were cool, but Dani saw the way Starfire looked at pretty much everyone. Dani was not about to throw her brother into that kind of mess.

City after city, Dani searched. Flew. Snooped. Asked uncomfortable questions. And everyone—everyone—failed her standards.

Until she got to Gotham.

It smelled like smoke and regret, but Dani liked it. It had that edge. The kind of place that birthed survivors.

And that’s where she saw her.

A girl—no, a vision—leaping across rooftops in absolute silence. Her movements were like water and lightning at the same time. She fought like a ballet made of punches. Dani was enthralled.

She followed her. Not in a creepy way. (Okay, maybe a little creepy.)

She watched as the girl took down three thugs twice her size without making a sound. Dani’s crush? Immediate.

Her respect? Solidified when she saw the Bat symbol on the girl’s gear.

She was Black Bat.

When Dani learned her name was Cassandra Cain, she had one thought:

Perfect.

Now, Dani wasn't great at subtlety. Or normal social cues. But she was great at confidence.

Which is how Cassandra found herself face to face with a grinning teenage ghost girl holding out a picture like it was a treasure map.

“Hi!” Dani chirped, floating slightly above the ground for dramatic effect. “My name’s Dani, and this is a picture of my brother, Danny.”

She held out the slightly crumpled snapshot of Danny in mid-battle, hair glowing white, green eyes fierce, with a cat clinging to his shoulder.

“You are a pretty perfect badass,” Dani said with utmost seriousness. “And I would like for you to date my brother.”

Cassandra blinked. Once.

Twice.

Then looked down at the picture.

Then up at Dani.

Then back at the picture.

“…He fights?” she asked, her voice soft, curious.

“Oh yeah. Half-ghost superhero. Kinda died once. Long story. Still figuring out the ‘normal life’ thing. But he’s loyal and kind and dumb in the ‘tries to save everyone and forgets he matters too’ kind of way. Also, he makes really good grilled cheese.”

Cassandra studied Dani for a moment, then took the picture.

“…I’ll think about it.”

Dani beamed.

That was practically a yes.

And for once in her weird, ghosty afterlife, Dani felt like a hero.

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Danny Needs a Girlfriend Part 3

The burger was gone in three bites. Cass was efficient like that.

Danny, still not entirely sure if he was dreaming or just hallucinating due to ghost-core burnout, watched her from the corner of his eye.

“So, uh… just for my own peace of mind,” he began cautiously, “did Dani bribe you into this? Or threaten you? She's very persuasive when she wants to be. Once convinced Vlad to dress up as a clown for a week. I still have the blackmail footage.”

Cass tilted her head, then gave a small shake. “No threats. No bribes.”

Danny blinked. “Wait… you volunteered to come find me?”

Another small nod.

He stared at her, baffled. “Do you know what dating me would even look like?”

Cass shrugged.

“I’m serious! There’s ghost attacks, and people screaming in Latin, and my room’s a disaster, and I talk to dead people sometimes—like, friendly dead people, but still. I’m basically radioactive Spider-Man with extra trauma and a thermos collection.”

Cass took a moment. Then pointed at herself.

“Trained assassin,” she said softly.

Danny paused. “Touché.”

Cass smiled. The kind that barely tugged at the corners of her lips but felt like a full grin.

Then she said, “Ghosts are honest. More than people.”

Danny’s eyebrows lifted. “That’s… yeah. Actually, yeah.”

They sat in silence for a bit. Not awkward. Just quiet. The kind of quiet Danny didn’t get to enjoy often.

Then Cass turned slightly toward him.

“You saved people,” she said. “Alone.”

Danny shrugged, cheeks turning a little pink. “Had to. No one else was going to. And, well… I died for the first time because of my parents' lab accident, so it kind of felt like—my responsibility? You know?”

She nodded slowly.

“I see you,” she said. “I like what I see.”

Danny blinked, dumbfounded. “Wow. You, uh—don’t mess around, do you?”

Cass just shrugged, like duh.

Danny rubbed the back of his neck. “I mean, I’m not saying no. You're… kind of amazing. And gorgeous. And scary in a cool way. Just… I don’t want you to think I’m some tragic half-dead boy project.”

“You’re not,” Cass said instantly. “You’re just… Danny.”

He looked at her for a long moment. Then, softly: “You really do see people, huh?”

Cass didn’t answer. She didn’t need to.

From the rooftop across the street, Dani was lying on her stomach, binoculars in one hand, Fenton phone in the other.

“Tucker, Tucker, he shared his burger. That’s practically ghost proposal level. And she didn’t even flinch when he mentioned the thermos thing!”

“Dani,” Tucker said, voice dry through the phone, “have you considered giving them privacy?”

“I gave him a girlfriend. He’ll forgive me.”

“You’re impossible.”

“I learned from the best.”

Back on the rooftop, Danny and Cass were now sharing ghost stories. Literally.

“She said she’d haunt my locker if I didn’t return her grandma’s locket,” Danny was saying. “So I tried to give it back, but it turned out she wanted me to keep it as a fashion upgrade. I don’t even wear jewelry. Except for this one time when—”

Cass leaned her head on his shoulder mid-sentence.

Danny froze.

Then melted.

“…Okay. Yeah. I’m not gonna fight this.”

He leaned back against her gently, and for the first time in a while, the world felt… quiet.

Peaceful.

Even with Gotham below and ghosts above, something about this moment just fit.

And in the back of his mind, Danny made a mental note:

Step One: Thank Dani. Step Two: Hide every embarrassing baby photo she tries to show Cass. Step Three: Learn how to make better grilled cheese.

He had a feeling he was going to need it.

Operation: Ghost Bat Romance Status: In Progress. Success Probability: 100%. Next Mission: Convince Batman not to kill him.

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Nightingale more like nightmare fuel part 1 DPXDC 

They’ll be another part. This is also going to be posted on ao3

Danny been dead for a very long time at this point

hell CW stopped calling him young man and just started calling him King

And after you live this long, you get kind of bored so he decided to take on a challenge

He decided to live as a plain old boring human no psychic capabilities no magic no nothing

Almost all of his memories would be sealed away, only to be returned if CW decided two and only if it was going to be interesting

But it has to be a challenge so the goal is simple to survive past his 18th birthday which doesn’t sound that hard, right but in no life has Danny ever been able to make it past 18 still alive

So he did it he was born as a human

He was reborn as Daniel Kane

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Danny is aware that he was raised very wrong. He is aware that he should’ve been taught language instead of body language.

He’s aware but he should’ve been taught to speak instead of how to hunt

He’s aware he should’ve been taught to read instead of how to kill

He’s aware that it’s wrong but also

He’s always enjoyed it because of this overwhelming sense of it’s not boring

Danny chases thrills he lives through the hunt for the fight. He doesn’t particularly care to kill.

And he would rather not see the pain on their faces before they die, but a little bit of bitter is worth it for the sweet taste of victory

He’s always enjoyed it because of this overwhelming sense of it’s not boring

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Danny loves his older sister. He doesn’t get to see her often basically only during sparring sessions or meals

And unlike Danny Cassy hasn’t made been asked to kill anyone yet

But he knows it’s coming soon

Danny is younger than Cassy by two years. She’s almost 10. He knows she’ll be made to kill soon and he knows that she won’t be able to handle it.

Danny doesn’t understand why he can’t just do all the killing. It doesn’t bother him that much. He’s good at it.

He’s aware it’s probably going to happen tomorrow which means this meal is probably the last one he’ll ever have with his sister

And something about that seems ( so cruel and unfair and not again )

So Danny conveys as much love, and appreciation enjoy in their last meal together

Because what he’s about to do is going to get him killed probably

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Two years later

Been almost 2 years since he seen his sister

His attempt on the old fart’s life didn’t go horribly, but it wasn’t successful but it sure was fun

He managed to play at office if he was just bored and wanted a mission so his punishment wasn’t that bad

But he was able to injure him enough that cassy was able to get away relatively unharmed

She didn’t even have to kill that man. He knew she was too soft for this kind of life.

He truly hope she’s OK now

He hope she got adopted by a nice family

Maybe she’ll get a new little sibling one that’s like her gentle and kind

Maybe she’ll get a good older sibling that protects her

He hope she gets a new hobby maybe dancing she always seemed her happiest when she was practicing. It always looked a great deal like dancing to him.

Cassy is his biggest regret in life. The only thing he doesn’t like about this life is that she suffered in it and he did not.

He hopes he gets to see her one day

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Danny’s board

His missions are becoming less and less interesting

The old man is more and more focused on something else he doesn’t know what

But also, there’s not much more this old man can teach him

This old man’s looking more and more like a new hunting toy

As he stares at the back of the old man’s head, he decided to screw it and goes at

And grab one of his hunting knives

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By the end of the fight, Danny’s lost his last baby tooth absolutely has a broken rib probably two broken ribs

And a absolutely heinous cut from the palm of his hand to his shoulder blade

But damn, that was the best fight of Danny’s life

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Life after he killed the old man wasn’t exactly interesting, but it was different

He tended to his wounds like he’s been taught

(He did kind of miss the old man. He would’ve handled a couple of bruises on his back. It was one of the few kind things he would ever do. )

After that, he went exploring

He enjoyed looking around all the places that he had never been allowed to go

- [ ] There was a room with a lot of books Danny once again, curses ,the old man for never teaching him how to read then again he didn’t teach him how to speak so what can you expect?

- [ ] He eventually finds a room full of a lot of weapons he’s never seen or understood. most of them are entirely impractical four battle and look at this harness. You can’t even use it to carry a weapon or scale a building. It’s useless

- [ ] Hands up finding the food room for the preserve food enough to last him a good 6 to 7 months handy along for a great deal of water

- [ ] After a while, he finally managed to pick the lock on the old man’s bedroom. He never been allowed in there.

The old man’s room was weird. It had pictures of him and Cassy a pictures of a couple of people he didn’t recognize along with photos of him and Cassy throughout their training along with what must’ve been baby pictures of them

It was weird he didn’t think the man cared

As he keeps looking, he finds the old man safe along with a couple of really good weapons that he recognized

He also found a book with a really scary looking lock on it

And eventually, he looked in the closet and found the corkboard with lights and red string

It looks like he’s trying to figure out where Cassy went

He also found a tiny TV in there and laptop and phone, and this is where he keeps all electronics

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It took him about two weeks before he started to miss him

It also took him about two weeks to learn, simple language that TV luckily had cable and he felt a little demeaning watching little kid shows, but he’s pretty sure he got the basics of the English language

Spelling was harder

Trying to figure out how to walk and talk like others wasn’t as hard as he thought. It was the grooming that was hard.

He didn’t have any typical children’s clothing, but stealing wasn’t very hard. He missed missions. He missed a simple company of another living being. He missed his big sister.

The old man wasn’t kind. OK sometimes he was, but Danny knows the few acts of kindness were nowhere near worth his life.

Danny knows better now that the old man was very very bad to him. Danny knows that it was the right decision to kill him but dammit Danny really did enjoy that old man’s company.

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It took him another three months before he decided to leave

He took anything and everything that was valuable in the mess he hit around the city

The only things that weren’t particularly valuable that he took were the pictures of him and his sister and the picture of the woman that looked like Cassy and the picture of the woman with the same blue eyes as him

Along with the scary looking notebook, he still hasn’t figured out the lock on it, but he will

He knows being sentimental is not wise that it’s a good way to die but Danny can’t bring himself to do it so he hides away this couple pictures in his back pocket

He takes what he needs and he goes. He doesn’t have an exact plan of where he wants to end up yet, but he knows he wants to do something.

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Far far away, a little girl with black hair and eyes meets the bat before she’s supposed to

And the timeline changes just a little bit more

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Yo, I like this. I think it’s fun. I have no idea where to go with it though so any suggestions are greatly appreciated

Also, I don’t know much about David Kane. I think he’s an horrible person from what I know.

But I personally like to think that he’s a horrible person that did have some degree for love for those children. He’s just incredibly fucked up in the head. And that reads to him treating them horribly. I do not think there’s any hope for change for him either.

Thanks for reading. Here has a picture of a kitten. Add on if you want. Have a good day. 

I have just been made aware there are many grammar,  mistakes in here. I might come fix it later. We’ll see. 

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Danny Needs a Girlfriend Part 2

Dani floated away from that rooftop like she had just won the paranormal lottery.

Cassandra Cain had taken the picture.

Which meant there was now a non-zero chance that Dani’s ghosty dork of a brother would finally stop moping around and maybe—just maybe—find someone who could appreciate his weird, self-sacrificing, half-dead nonsense without demanding he be more, or less, or someone else entirely.

Her job wasn’t done, though. No, no. This was just Phase One: Introduction.

Meanwhile, back in Amity Park, Danny Phantom was being tackled through a wall by a sludge ghost named Goopinator Maximus (self-named, and tragically so). He blasted the ghost into a containment ring with an exhausted grunt and muttered, “I am way too single for this.”

Then his phone buzzed.

[1 New Message from: Dani 👻💅]

“So hypothetically… if a gorgeous martial arts goddess maybe saw a picture of you and didn’t immediately laugh, would you be mad at me?”

Danny stared. Blinked.

Then typed back:

“Dani, what did you do.”

Back in Gotham, Cass stared at the photo Dani had given her.

Danny, midair, holding a glowing thermos in one hand, his white hair wild and crackling with energy. He looked like a ghost and a star and a total goofball all at once.

There was something in his eyes, though—fierce, tired, good.

Cassandra didn’t trust people easily. Words were hard, and intentions even harder. But she could read bodies, and that picture told her a story.

A protector. A fighter. Someone who carried too much but stood tall anyway.

She slipped the photo into her coat and went on with her patrol, but her thoughts kept drifting back.

Two days later, Danny was hovering outside FentonWorks with a half-eaten burger when a shadow dropped silently onto the roof beside him.

He whirled. “Who—?”

Then paused.

“Wait. Are you… Black Bat?!”

Cass gave a small nod.

Danny blinked. “Did Gotham explode? Are you here to fight someone? Wait, is Batman here?!”

Cass said nothing.

Instead, she reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a slightly bent photo.

Danny recognized it instantly.

“…Oh no,” he muttered. “She didn’t.”

Cass tilted her head. “You’re real?”

“Uh. Yeah. Mostly,” Danny said, scratching the back of his neck. “I mean, I died once. Technically twice. But I got better?”

A pause.

Then Cass gave him the tiniest smile. “You make grilled cheese?”

Danny stared at her for a second. Then let out a bewildered, incredulous laugh.

“I do. It’s kind of a specialty.”

“Good,” she said, and sat cross-legged on the roof like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Danny hovered awkwardly for a second, then sat down beside her.

“…You wanna talk about how you met my sister?”

Cass shook her head.

“Fair.”

Another pause.

Danny offered her the other half of his burger.

She took it.

From the shadows below, Dani grinned.

Phase Two: Initiate Soft Boy Vibes. Commencing Operation: Ghost Bat Romance.

She could already smell wedding cake.

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No Longer In Service

Okay

Okay

hear me out

Ghost King Danny Summoning!

The heroes fail to stop it, everyone is panicking, they feel like they’ve truly failed to stop it. etc etc

EVERYONE is ready to fight for their final life.

They’re as ready as they can be to go against something so evil JLD are scared of it.

SO when the dome that was sealing them away from the summoner finally shatters they are expecting some huge eldritch being, something made of pure nightmares… Only…

Only to find an old tape recorder in the middle of the summoning circle…

Everything is dead silent. No one moves…

Then it clicks on and makes a loud noise.

The noise?

It was the no longer in service beep.

“We’re, not, sorry.” a teenage voice began after the beep ended, startling everyone as they weren’t expecting this at all “But the Ghost King you are trying to reach is no longer in service or rather King anymore. Thus any big evil world ending plans you have made will not be approved during my reign. Please, get a life and try to actually live it because I will not be ending anyone’s or mass genocide anything… Also to the really insane Fruitloop that tried summoning a being with the warning of “will cause the end of your world”. I am the Ghost King now, eventually everything and everyone will enter my domain regardless of who, when, how, or why. That is something I can wait for, I got no reason to speed it up…. So have a pleasant day and enjoy being arrested or ended for doing this dumb summoning if you decided to do this in front of like everyone in your world or something… Goodbye!”

The world went silent after that.

That…

None of them were expecting that at all.

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One Bad Day? Now That's Actually Funny DPxDC

TW: mild gore

It was a typical 'Joker escapes and captures a bunch of people to torture them into insanity to become just like him' routine, but that didn't make it any less heinous because it was routine. When the broadcast came on like so many others, the Gothamites were ready to turn away and hope the Bats got there before too many were lost to the clown's twisted games.

Except one of the captives wasn't following the standard script. The mouthy ones usually shut up quickly, but this one kept going. Every time the Joker thought he'd made his point and went to pick out a new plaything, the boy would fire off another insult or taunt, anything and everything from questioning the Joker's clown credentials to weaponizing the color wheel. This Wayne adoption bait stooped to every extreme, nothing was off the table.

Seeing the Joker lose a little more control each time would have been hilarious if it wasn't so terrifying. But it worked. The Joker was too fixated on the boy to care about the rest.

"Everyone is just one bad day from becoming me."

The kid stilled as if he finally remembered to feel fear, then he threw his head back and howled with laughter through bloody teeth and broken bones. "One bad day? Now that is actually funny." Tears of mirth left clean stripes down his bloody face.

Tired of the comedy sketch, Joker decided he'd had enough of being upstaged. "Gas him."

A mask with a canister of Joker Venom was forced onto the boy's face by the masked goons that had been beating him. He cackled as the boy coughed in lungfuls of his latest mixture. It was a bit early to pull the big guns. Batman was always so broody and boring when one of the toys died before he got there, but c'est la vie.

He turned to the camera continued his show with the kid as a cautionary tale. Until he was interrupted yet again.

"Woooooow. Talk about a cop out. You need drugs to make people laugh at your jokes? That's just sad." It came out breathless and labored as the kid shook his head in mock sympathy.

"Oh how interesting. I'll guess there are a few more kinks in the formula I need to work out."

"Nope, I'm seeing some wild shit like no tomorrow, but after the incomprehensible horror of the afterlife and Dash's gym locker? This is a relaxing spa day. AKA: booooooooring. FYI, sharing your kinks with a minor is very frowned upon in our society. You should read up on your local laws." The strain in his voice was evident, but still no laughter came out.

An eerie calm settled over the Joker, before his grin returned with a vengeance. "I was going to save this for the finale, but our very special guest has volunteered to go first." He whipped a curtain off a clear person sized tank attached to hoses and canisters. "This will take but a moment, so hold on folks. This will be quite the show."

The Joker dragged the limp boy toward the tank.

Colors danced in Danny's vision, but he had a lot of practice separating reality from the lies.

He hated clowns on a good day, and this was not a good day, and Crayola face was the same kind of scum as Freakshow. He didn't need his powers to make his point.

Seeing his moment, Danny twisted and caught the edge of the curtain with his foot. He kicked it over the Joker's head and bucked out of his grasp. His hands slick from blood slid easily out of the ropes.

Now free, he ripped the mask off with a gagging sound. "You should know better than to brake someone's thumbs. Makes it easy to slip out of bonds, you know?"

In moments, Danny had the clown's face rammed against the tank's wall with one hand on the back of his neck. The other wrapped around the bastard's wrists, lifting them painfully upward.

Danny ignored the grinding of his finger bones. "You're right. Everyone is a lot closer to becoming you than anyone wants to admit. But there's something that you are too weak to understand. At the end of the day, it's always a choice. You choose to spread violence and destruction."

Making sure his back was too the camera, Danny released his hold on his facial muscles, allowing the manic grin of insanity on full display. The echo of his future evil self that he kept locked away rising to the surface for just a moment. The single eye looking back at him widened. Lifting to his tip toes to reach the coward's ear, Danny leaned in close and whispered coldly, "As for me, I balance on that knife's edge every Ancients forsaken day. And you should be very, very glad I choose not to." He let a little echo and a hint of the infinite leak into his tone, as a treat.

Danny pressed on a vein in his neck until the bastard crumpled to the floor unconscious.

Danny swayed then doubled over to dry heave and spit. "Uuuuuuugh, I'm gonna be sick. That stuff tastes worse than Dash's underwear."

Of course, that's when the Bats bust through the skylight.

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i do love that danny's portal accident in the fandom and in fics is portrayed as this traumatic agonising event that scarred and killed him and in the show he went through it like three separate times

once for a logo update

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steam reviews for porn games that just don't mention the sex

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"autistic people need instructions for every simple task" okay how about we talk about the neurotypicals not following clear instructions. what do you mean it didn't work the way you wanted, i gave you the instructions. oh you didn't follow them? you didn't see where i clearly indicated the directions you were supposed to follow for this task? and you're shocked it didn't turn out right? you decided to pull a Jared I'm 19 and go rogue? you're surprised the road less travelled isn't fucking paved because no one travels it? do you get off on this

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I still think the single funniest thing about the cybertruck is that it has all those security cameras built in that are set to activate if anyone gets too close to the vehicle...and those cameras need electricity to run, and the cybertruck is a piece of shit that has way less battery life than you'd think, so you can legit just fuck over the owner by just standing near it and doing nothing else.

Like goddamn Elongated Muskrat found a way to let us siphon gas out of a car without even touching it. Fucking incredible.

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After possibly thousands of requests, here’s a version of the Pans video with CAST IRON pans.

Spoiler: there’s a reason weapons and armour weren’t usually made of cast iron!

Patreon now has bonus pan content!

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Ohana means family. Family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten. I'm staying with the OG version. Thank you very much. We don't talk abt the live action one.