Dc x DP prompt #9 ♪
Lmao i just remembered i wrote snippets of this jazz is psychiatrist in Arkham in au, and Danny just doesn't give a fuck thing. And so y'know why not post them w some new stuff right?
I'm gonna post them as i wrote them, which is not chronologically, so yea
These prompts will have have this ♪ next to them bc I'm extra like that.
Aight now to the prompt!!
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"My favorite doctor! how are you doing today Ms Fenton? and is that your brother? That is—"
"Yeah, yeah, shut it, Walmart beatle juice, we get it, you're" the boy sighed, exhaustion obvious on his face as he made quote signs with his fingers "'crazy'. Get over yourself, you're not that special"
The woman, standing next to the teenager, lightly hit his head "Danny!" she reprimanded lightly. Tim guessed this was probably common occurrence for her, but damn, he did not plan on witnessing watching a child sass the Joker and live to tell the tale.
And what was even more surprising, the green haired menace actually looked like he took offense in the supposedly Danny's words “Well aren't you a rude one. If you have to know that character wears very different clothes and is dead. I on the hand-” he dramatically gestured, but was promptly interrupted by the boy. Again.
“Well I'm not so sure about the second part” he grinned at the clown, his weirdly sharp teeth showing. His hand was about to reach his pocket (and holy fuck was that a gun???) before Dr Fenton glared at him and he stiffened. As if realizing they weren't the only one in the room his eyes shifted to Tim, before looking back to Joker “I mean, because you look ugly as fuck. No one alive should be this hard to look at” the teen flipped the older man off, before waving at the doctor and stepping outside the cell.
Doctor Fenton sighed again, looking for a moment at the door where Danny disappeared before turning towards Tim "I apologize for him, he's just going through a difficult phase" she smiled at him as if saying 'younger brothers you know'.
And in fact, Tim did the fuck not know, because in which phase do you make fun of a psychopath who continuously breaks out of Arkham and kills for less.
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Joker sitting at his bed when his new therapist apologizes to the vigilante and not him the victim of his brother: h-
Jazz, w nice smile and her hand on the handle of her taser which could and probably did kill a bitch: shut the fuck up (◕ᴗ◕✿)
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Tim after he manages to get out of his shock, at his fam: i think Jason got cloned
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Jazz later: Danny u can't just bully my patients just because of your misplaced anger, and big fear of clowns
Danny: watch me >:))
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Rr: can you even.... Bring him here? Like he's obviously a teen, he shouldn't be meeting w these dangerous criminals...
Jazz: well when tried to stop him, he just stared at them, until they let him
Danny, who let a little bit of his eldritch abomination leak out: yea
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I feel like... KOKICHI would be so confused if you initiated physical contact with him. (that wasn't violent by any means and held no malicious intent)
Like, he dances over peoples boundaries all the time and violates their personal space for shits and giggles, but when you don't seem to mind and actually engaged in it, he's genuinely concerned. Not because you're reciprocating, but because it's him, the least likeable person in the building.
He really wouldn't know what to do with himself in that situation, he just sorta freezes. Be it a hug, headpat, or holding his hand, his response is so delayed he doesn't even register what happened until you're gone.
Please, no one approach him, he's not okay.
Probably avoids you like the plague at first because the things you make him feel is so foreign to him and definitely distracts him from his supreme leader plans.
If he's ever questioned about it, he of course gaslight and denies everything and calls you weird or something but he has a hard time lying directly to you
Thinks you have some ulterior motive and calls you out on it but you're just standing there confused.
Once he figures out you truly are no threat to him, he's in a weird position. For starters, you're not gullible to fall for or aid him in his schemes and second, you're always hanging out with him when you can so he can't get rid of you.
He thinks it's annoying at first but once he gets over his ick with his emotions, he'll constantly align himself in your presence (Because he's touch starved and wants attention) and be his clingy self again.
He'll demand piggy back rides and drag you everywhere because he can.
Definitely becomes a leech and now you're stuck with him for good, not that you're complaining.
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im gonna start hosting something called 'paika's plastic piggy back prompts' and if you'd like you can request some prompts you'd like to see me write - it would be picked by lottery tho
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7. hospitals at midnight [ 049! ]
everybody is screaming. they keep doing that, louder and louder, pointing at what isn't there, raving at how this is too strong for them, how they're all going to die. alto clef agent ukulele covers his ears, closes his eyes, tries to breathe. he feels that same confusion in his head, the constant rushing of his thought chasing each other as they try to catch one another, look at themselves, trying to remember what were they about. the only difference with his comrades it's that he knows what this is. it's reality altering, something that sneaked inside their minds and is now changing them as they like, like fear, like a virus. maybe it IS a virus. are you making me think this? he needs quiet. he needs a pause. why are they screaming? away. away. i need to go away.
he starts to walk, his hands still pressed on the ears.
no one notices him going. he doesn't notice it.
he walks fast, further in the facility, but this damn corridors keep making the screams resound, making them even louder. his eyes are teary. it's like they're screaming directly in his ears. i always liked guns, i should be used to loud noises. but they scream and scream, and the corridors only make this worse, these damn corridors are awful, he needs to go further, he needs something between him and the screams, he needs, he needs a...
a door. he sees one just a few steps in front of him. he doesn't even think. he wants the screams to end. he opens the door, walks past the threshold. i stop.
for a moment, he just stares at what he has in front of. it doesn't look like the facility —— this is not that place at all. dark, dirty walls are now white, clean, smelling of disinfectant, the only sign of disarray a single metal table with medical tools left on the side of the corridor. on both sides, set of rooms with open doors; at the end, a wooden cross hanging on the wall, with a clock slowly ticking its precious seconds beside it. tic. tac. tic. tac. midnight. tic. tac. tic. tac.
his hands let the ears go. it's silent, here. and he doesn't even think of looking back at the door he just went through. maybe i should. no, he shouldn't. why? there's no reason. it's silent, here. he starts walking.
quick, respectful glances are given inside of the rooms. patients are sleeping ( are they? ), tranquil, the electrocardiograms beeping gently at the rhythm of their hearts ( yes, they must be sleeping then ), making so little sound to be almost non-existent ( are they really beeping, though...? ). room after room after room, the same sight, the same poses, until... a sudden stop, as he stares at the first, entirely empty room, a single bed at the centre of it. it looked more like an operating table than a bed. he feels himself tense. why am i thinking that this one is for me...?
a sudden feeling. his glance snaps towards the end of the corridor again, and suddenly, there is someone there. suddenly? or have they been there for some time? why... why is it so hard to focus? he reacts with delay, almost as if forgetting the most basic of training: his hands both clench the rifle, and push it up, aiming at the new arrival. focused, despite the sudden realization that he's been considering this sudden walk in a hospital completely normal. this isn't normal. the clock keeps ticking. tic. tac. five past midnight.
« w-who... ». what's that trembling voice, agent ukulele? you've been trained better than this. you certainly aren't starting to doubt your reality, are you? « ... who are... you... i c-can't... see... you... »
𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞. / @umtplex
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