#and my utility belt

[steampunkedparm]

"of course you have carabiner's."

yeah??? how else am i supposed to hold my keys?????

[ditzybat]

tim: sweet dog you got there. gordon: yes, this is our new drug-sniffing dog. tim: still training huh? gordon: red robin.. what do you mean? tim: ... tim: nevermind...

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[kartsie]

I’m sick and miserable so it’s time to read all the baby batkids with their batdad I can get my hands on

[bleh1bleh2]

"Go get your own peanuts!"

"WE'RE IN SPACE!!"

Keiths belt pouches 1/2

[leafspiritz]

imogen’s new outfit my beloved

[ghostly-hitch-hiker]

My birthday party happened, and my roommate @unfortunategothamite and I accidentally brought DP x DC to life. Costume party instructions were “dress up as a character from a thing that the birthday boy likes.” So my roommate was Young Justice Robin, and I was Danny Phantom.

Hoping to actually make this a full cosplay sometime soon. It took me two showers to get the silver spray paint out of my hair…

[satusnya]

mortefi would see someone use a swiss army knife and immediately start lecturing them on how he can make a device superior to it with twenty more functionalities

[plutoslvr]

nothing and I mean NOTHING will ever be funnier than the time bart got a concussion and thought he was batman

[the-church-grimm]

I Made MulletWing in Pony Town too lol

Edit: Updated versions

Edit: Talon!Dick

From Robin to NightWing

Dick Grayson

[allgremlinart]

“Bruce is the dad friend Clark is the mom friend” ur not wrong but please let me propose: they’re both the mom friend.. they’re just drastically different types of moms.. 

[wtfwhy]

I HATE tim drake headcanons that drag the rest of the batfamily down so he can be the special angsty boy when they all arguably do that like wtf are you talking about

[liamthemailman]

man i miss being on set :(((

[suzufield]

"I don't know where to keep my spare hacksaw blade" sentence I never thought I would utter in my life

[monsterbananatv]

My Halloween costume today is none other than my favourite boy Anthony Lockwood!

[petoskeystones]

the urge to wear my nice practical dresses vs the urge to shove everything in my jeans pockets and clip things to my carabiner